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LOSER'S GAMBIT!

Why should you feel selfish when you have the right to ask -- no, demand for more?

Now playing: a girl like me - flowerovlove

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Word Count: 3.1k Author's Note: There WILL be a part 2! Stay tuned. and for my omega beta reader, @noxellaa Part 1 (you are here) / Part 2/Part 3 Desc: zayne x f!reader, mentions of zayne x mc, sylus cameo!, mentions of sylus x reader, hurt/ eventual comfort, reader feeling neglected by zayne, zayne lowkey a little horrible..

Another late night, another plate of food gone cold. You sighed as you dumped yet another meal into the bin, knowing that your boyfriend wouldn’t be eating it when he came home. After all, he had been working an insane amount of overtime recently, and would often spend the night at the hospital. Something about MC’s heart condition acting up, and from what you knew, it was pretty serious. As much as your heart twisted in inexplicable jealousy, you bit your tongue and swallowed it all down like a bitter poison. She had a bloody protocore fused to her heart, for Astra’s sake.

You were putting away the plates when suddenly, your phone lit up. Zayne. “I won’t be coming home tonight. MC isn’t doing too well.” The message read. Short and simple, as straightforward as he usually was. However, these words still managed to pierce through your heart, leaving frosty icicles in their wake. It felt like he was never home. And on the days he actually was, you would only manage to exchange a few words with him before he ate and went to bed.  And whenever he was at the hospital, high chances he would be spotted with MC. You had tried to ignore the occasional whispers from some staff commenting on how cute Zayne and MC looked together, but it would secretly hurt your feelings deep down, no matter how deep you buried these comments in the back of your mind. You knew Zayne loved you, and you knew he loved you dearly, but you couldn’t help the way your gaze drifted enviously to images of him and MC together, no matter if it was recent or if it were photos from their childhood. 

It’s selfish for me to think this way. Anyways, MC has been his friend since he was a kid, I’m being irrational. You knew that dating one of the best doctors in Linkon wouldn’t always be sunshine and rainbows. Zayne wasn’t just any doctor, he was quite literally THE doctor – entered medical school at 15, and graduated with his certification for cardiology about half a decade later. You knew that someone with his skills and proficiency would be busy almost 24/7, but you couldn’t help but feel a little neglected. You were his girlfriend after all, shouldn’t he be paying some attention to you too? You had fallen for the way he was a quiet lover, how he would notice the smallest things about you – your unconscious habits, which foods you liked, which foods you disliked, your hobbies and interests. The way he would sit with you to eat lunch when you were admitted to the hospital, even though he had just finished a gruelling and tiring surgery. The way he would drop a few sweets into your hands before you left his office. “If  you feel fatigued throughout the day, a small amount of sugar can help with spiking your blood glucose levels for a short period of time.” 

The following few days merged together into a blur of time. Your routine was the same: Wake up to an empty bed, go to work, come back, and go to sleep alone. You tried to visit the hospital a few times, even waking up earlier to prepare a lunch box for Zayne, planning to deliver it around lunch. One of the days, you were successful in giving him the meal, but you only saw him for a fleeting moment when he thanked you with a kiss on the cheek and hurried off to Astra knows where. The kiss made your heart flutter, but you didn’t have time to say or do anything else before his back was already turned to you. You tried to chase after him, but stopped in your tracks after he turned the corner, only to be greeted by MC linking arms with him and skipping down the hallway while dragging him along. Sigh. Whatever, it’s nothing. You thought.

Feeling defeated, you decided to go to one of the more secluded areas of the hospital grounds to eat your lunch. Nevertheless, your spirits were lifted after a stray cat came near where you were seated and purred affectionately. How cute!

Your phone displays ‘2.09am’ when you finally hear the front door open with a creak, and leather shoes hitting the ground. “Zayne.” You called out gently, as if he was going to slip through your fingers if your voice was too stern. That was certainly what it felt like. “Yes, my love?” He responded, hanging his jacket by the door. The words felt like they were stuck in your throat before you spoke.  “We need to talk.” 

It didn’t go as bad as you expected. You had been prepared for a full-blown argument, coupled with furious accusation and blames, maybe one or two tears, but none of that happened. You conveyed your feelings clearly – you told Zayne that you felt slightly neglected, and that you would like him to spend more time with you when he wasn’t caught up in work. He acknowledged your frustration. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise I was making you feel like that. I’ll try my best to clear my schedule.” He said. “Speaking about spending time with you, your birthday is coming up soon, correct? I promise I’ll have dinner with you that day, okay?” Zayne holds out his pinky to you, and you wrap your pinky around his with a gleeful smile. You could feel your heart rate picking up at the tender contact before you spoke. “Thank you, Zayne.” 

You were glad you spoke to him that day. You had managed to clear up how you felt, and you felt relieved. “I’m glad I chose such an understanding man to love.” You sighed longingly. 

The following few days, you ardently anticipated your birthday, excited to finally get some time alone with your boyfriend. You had gotten your most precious outfit washed, dried and ironed. It was in your favourite colour, and your favourite style. However, the material was expensive, so you only wore it on special occasions, afraid the fabric might get snagged on something or acquire a stain. You spent the first half of the day hanging out with your friends from your job, going around Linkon, window shopping and just having a blast overall. And you may or may not have splurged on a few accessories to go with your outfit… you cursed your friends for being enablers as you looked at the charges on your card. Of course, it wasn’t that bad, as it was only a few accessories, but you felt like an over-consumer with the way you would only be wearing them for tonight and probably never after your birthday due to your job as a hunter. “You could always donate them to me, you know!” Tara exclaimed as you rolled your eyes and shoved her teasingly. “Don’t be ridiculous, Tara.” Simone said. But those few hundred dollars missing from your bank account was all worth it in the end! (totally…) 

In your home, you were styling yourself just a few hours before your scheduled dinner, with Tara and Simone by your side as your self-proclaimed  ‘advisors’. “Ooh, that pin would go great with your shoes!” Tara chattered. She was energetically bobbing all over the place, rummaging through the accessories that you had bought. Simone, on the other hand, was quieter, and nodded or shook her head based on how much she agreed with Tara’s suggestions. By 5p.m, your friends were swooning over your look, showering you with compliments. “You look so good! I’m head over heels.” Tara dramatically said, placing a hand over her heart and sighing dreamily. Simone laughed. “Agreed. You do look stunning, birthday girl.” She said with a smile. You smiled back at the both of them, and once they hung out at your house for a little longer, they scurried off, not wanting to disturb your final preparations for the date – not before giving you the presents they had prepared for you. Tara, a life-sized plushie of your favourite animal, and Simone, a special cloth to clean your hunter weapon with. 

With a pep in your step, you headed to the restaurant that Zayne had booked for the both of you. He hadn’t reached yet, but you were 15 minutes early, so it was fine. You shot him a quick text to let him know that you were here already. It took a few minutes, but your message eventually had a ‘read’ sign at the bottom, and the three dots that indicated Zayne was typing appeared not long after. Alright. Be there soon.  Short and concise, as usual.

You occupied yourself by reading the menu and ordering some appetisers that both you and your boyfriend would like. You were delighted to see some of your favourite foods on the menu. How sweet of Zayne to pick a place with all the foods I like to eat. You thought. 

5 minutes passed, and another 5, and another 5. And before you knew it, half an hour had passed. Now, you weren’t the one that was 15 minutes early – Zayne was the one that was 15 minutes late. Trying to pay it no mind, you brushed it off as him finishing up some final documents or just being stuck in a traffic jam on the way to the restaurant. But after another 30 minutes, you couldn’t ignore it anymore. Usually, he would send you a text if he was going to be late, no? You tried to text him, but was met with no response. Not even a ‘read’, or a simple 2 or 3 worded answer. Maybe his notifications were just silent? Frustrated at the pitiful stares you were getting from staff and customers alike, you huffed and decided to just scroll social media instead. That’s when you saw it. 

A post from MC, just 5 minutes ago. In the photo, she was in Zayne’s office, happily taking a selfie with him, holding up a peace sign, while a small grin could be seen on his face. The photo had been edited, with a few stickers around both their faces and their surroundings. It was captioned, “The best doctor in Linkon! Thanks for working overtime for me~” 

At first, the post itself pissed you off – you were sitting here in a restaurant alone and getting pitied by onlookers, with the food getting cold on your table,and your boyfriend had the gall to be with another woman? On your birthday, no less. Then, you looked harder, closer at the image. And then you felt downright furious. In the photo, Zayne’s phone could be spotted on his desk, lighting up with notifications from your messages. You gripped your phone harder, feeling the buttons dig into your skin. Overcome by fury and gloom, you couldn’t stop the stray tears that managed to escape your eyes. I shouldn’t be feeling like this. Trying to reason with yourself, you tried to convince yourself that MC needed that extra care, and that it was just a small matter. But was it really? You had every right to feel angry. Your own boyfriend stood you up! On your birthday! You bit your lip, trying to muffle any sobs that were threatening to spill over your lips.

“Hello there,  looks like you’re all alone. May I sit with you?” A silken smooth voice calls from above your lowered head. You look up to see a silver haired man with blood red eyes, dressed to the nines. A black leather jacket embroidered with red details, and matching black pants that made his legs look impossibly long. Wanting to save yourself from looking pitiful any longer, you quickly nodded and lowered your head again, not wanting him to see you in this state. You can feel his stare bore into your head, and he hesitantly speaks. “It’s okay, no need to hide your tears. What happened here? It’s impossible that a beauty like you was stood up.” 

The stranger’s comment only fueled the tears in your eyes as you looked up at him. “How did you manage to guess exactly what happened? You’re observant.” You said with a humourless laugh. His gaze softened. “It wasn’t hard to guess. I’ve seen that look many times before.” You were reluctant to speak any more, and instead put your phone, which was still displaying MC’s post, down on the table with a bit more force than necessary. The stranger curiously glances at it, but his eyes quickly dart away from the phone. “I understand if you don’t want to talk about it. By the way, I never got your name.” He says. 

“___” You reply curtly, now looking him straight in the eyes, trying to rub the tears from yours. “A beautiful name for a beautiful person.” The stranger replies without missing a  beat. That got a genuine chuckle out of you, and you found yourself asking for his name as well. Sylus, he told you. What a nice name. Suits him. You thought to yourself. That brought you to the question of – what made him sit with you anyway? From what you could tell, there were still a few vacant tables in the establishment. Maybe you just looked so pitiful he felt compelled to sit with you. “You know, you have a really nice laugh. You shouldn’t let someone’s careless actions dampen your mood.” Sylus comments suddenly. You smile genuinely at him, and thanked him for the compliment. 

The both of you talk for a little while, and you felt like conversation just flowed so easily with him, even though he was a stranger. You also eat the food that you had ordered beforehand, before you finally called it a day and called for the bill. But when it arrived, he snatched it from your hands in the politest way you could snatch something, and placed his card face down onto it. Surprised, you tried to replace it with your own card,  but you were stopped by him. “Don’t worry, it’s on me this time. I’m glad to see you’re feeling better.” He says, grinning. “This time? So there’s going to be more of these meetings?” You tease. He chuckles before answering immediately, “Maybe. Who knows?” 

It felt like the weight of the world was lifted off your shoulders after that meeting with Sylus. After exchanging contact information, he offered to drop you off at your house, but you politely declined, insisting that you could get home by yourself. He nodded, and drove off in that motorcycle of his. How cool. Your spirit was no longer dampened by being stood up as you walked into your shared home with Zayne, flopping down onto the couch. Although it was far from the ideal birthday, you were glad you got to spend valuable time with your dearest friends, and even potentially have made a new one. You took a quick shower before tucking yourself under the covers, watching whatever you wanted before bed. After a few minutes, the fatigue from spending most of the day outside caught up to you, and your eyes quickly closed shut as soon as you plugged in your phone and rolled on your side. 

However, your beauty sleep was short-lived. You were abruptly awoken by the opening of the front door and hurried footsteps inside the house. Irritated, you checked your phone. 11:39pm. Okay, it wasn’t an ungodly hour, but you were still irked at being so suddenly awoken. When your bedroom door opens, you are greeted by your boyfriend (did you even want to call him that anymore?) standing in the doorway, breathing unevenly and his tie half-loosened. “Well, are you going to come in?” You asked sarcastically. 

When his ragged breathing evened out, he started his apology speech. “I’m so sorry about forgetting our appointment, I truly am. I- MC just needed me at that moment, I couldn’t just-” Zayne stuttered out, his usually composed demeanor slowly crumbling to dirt. You let him ramble about MC’s needs being urgent and how your date just slipped his mind before cutting him off. “Zayne, I can see that you’re apologetic. But you clearly can’t make enough time for me, which is apparent from today, and the numerous other times you’ve cancelled on me at the last minute or just stood me up completely.” You begin. As if he could sense what was coming next, Zayne hurriedly scrambled for something to say. 

“Zayne, I think we should break up.” You continued, not letting him get a single word in. 

He seemed to understand that you wanted to speak, and he slowly backed off. “This isn’t the first time I’ve felt neglected by you, Zayne. I’ve tried to communicate this to you multiple times, and it felt like this time, something would finally change. I thought that we would finally be able to spend a nice dinner together without you having to leave halfway or being diabolically late.” Pausing to try to articulate your words, you went on, “I understand that MC’s condition is fragile, and that you are her personal doctor. But…” This felt incredibly selfish to say, but if you didn’t tell Zayne, it would linger on your mind forever. “...I can’t help but feel a little envious of the way the both of you interact. Your interactions with her seem so much more natural, and you get to spend more time with her on a regular basis. It’s…bad for my heart, to put it simply.” You laughed, feeling the slightest bit stupid. It seemed so trivial, now that you spoke about it. 

“You know I love you…” Zayne said, his voice trailing off. “I know you do, Zayne. But these words don’t mean a whole lot when your actions keep contradicting them. I know you love me, but…I don’t think it's the best course of action for us to remain together. Look at you, all dishevelled, Zayne. I hate to see you like this.” You tell him softly, eyes scanning over his distraught expression. His face seems to fall as he just accepts the reality of it all. He nods slowly, like he was in disbelief. “I… I respect your decision, ___. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight, then. Good night.” 

“Good night, Zayne.”

(Part 2 is out!)

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Mini-me {Love and Deepspace boys}

I can't stop imagining the LADS boys with kids. Mainly because of the "Plushies I gave her; plushies she gave me" trend. I CAN'T, I CANNOT, I DO NOT HAVE THE ABILITY TO CAN XD

Enjoy!

-Seven

|| Masterlist ||

Rafayel ❖· ────── · ·

Rafayel is as much of a child as he is a man

I think that Rafayel would have a son.

Right now, the two of you aren’t planning for another child, but Rafayel wouldn’t say no XD

Rafayel would be super fun and silly with your son

He would be overly dramatic when your son presents a new drawing of craft to him

“Here, papa,” Your son presents a painting of the ocean to Rafayel, “I tried the oil paints this time.”

With a hand at his chest, Rafayel does a big gasp, “What a masterpiece!”

Your son giggles

“I should present this at my next art exhibit!”

Please, as much as he exaggerates his reactions, he would have those painting and trinkets buried with him - that’s how much he loves your son

I imagine that one day as you’re cooking, they’re in the living room and Rafayel has your son’s hand enveloped in his own, guiding him as he paints.

It reminds you of that time in his studio in Greensprings after you promised to see the lanterns together

“What should we add next, kiddo?”

“Hmmm.” Your son taps the paintbrush on his chin, “What about some birds?”

“Heh, like the ones that stole your chips the other day?”

“It wasn’t the birds! It was you, papa!” he jabs the paintbrush at Rafayel’s chest

Rafayel lifts his hands up in surrender, “What do you mean? I’m innocent.” He chuckles as your son pouts at him

More often than not, the two of them are covered in paint, or whatever art supply they used. It ends up to be a whole load of washing for you >:(

Your son definitely loves the ocean just as much as his father.

When you were pregnant with him, he would kick in your belly whenever you were swimming or submerged in water.

As a toddler, he would kick his legs and squeal every time the waves washed over him

Rafayel would have his hands under your son’s arms, stabilising him so that the waves wouldn’t push him over

Now at six years old, he’s diving under, collecting shells and chasing fish,“Momma, look at this shell.” He lifts his small palm carrying a pink shell, his pearly whites beaming up at you as he smiled, “You can have it, momma, orrrrr, maybe I can make it into a paint with papa later.”

It’s late afternoon and your son is knocked out on the couch from spending the entire morning at the beach.

You and Rafayel get started on dinner

Rafayel comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Thank you.” He presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“Huh?” You pinch your brows and chuckle a little as he nuzzles your neck, “What for?”

He takes a deep breath, “I don’t know, just… For our son, for being my wife, I’m just happy, I guess.”

You chuckle lightly, “I’m happy too.” You turn around and pinch his cheek, “A little jealous that he takes after you so much, but happy.” you offer a bright smile.

Before Rafayel can lean in, his arms are jerked away from your waist

Your son is pulling at Rafayel’s arms, “No, papa! Momma is mine!” He’s leaning all the way back, using his entire weight as leverage to pry Rafayel’s body from yours, “Go away, papa!”

Rafayel scoffs, “Yours?” He raises an eyebrow, “Tsk.” He clicks his tongue and hauls your son over his shoulder, Your momma was mine first, you jellyfish!”

Rafayel's fingers jab at your son's sides, and the sound of your son’s laughter fills the kitchen “Hahaha, pa—haha-papa! Stop!” He’s got tears in his eyes but the biggest smile on his face.

“Nope!” Rafayel pops the ‘p’ and continues to tickle him, “I gotta show you who’s the big fish in this tank, pipsqueak.”

You shake your head and put an hand at your hip, the other one pointing the spatula at them, “Alright, enough, or both of you aren’t getting dinner.”

Sylus ❖· ────── · ·

Sylus has a daughter, a son, and another on the way!

He’d spoil them ROTTENNNNNN. I mean, he buys you dresses, gives you his black card to spend as much as you want, what more would he do for your children? Or rather, what wouldn’t he do for them?

He would definitely be the type to let your children learn how to do things on their own, even if they are clearly struggling. He lives by the ‘they’ll never learn if they don’t do it themselves.’ idea - he literally says "I prefer the cold and things that make me strong."

Although, he would yield after a little while when they’re clearly upset and wailing, but more often than not, with some gentle encouragement, he’d get them to figure out how to do it themselves - climbing thing, opening boxed, pulling out chairs, etc.

It gets a little troublesome since they become explorative - he often has to use his Evol to reign them back in. Although, the children squeal in delight when they’re lifted into the air and land in their father’s arms.

Mephisto is surprisingly gentle with your little ones, keeping his claws and beak out of range because it could hurt them, but also because they wouldn’t hesitate to grab it XD

Luke and Kieran are often on babysitting duty so that you and Sylus can go out - Honestly, this is why you have another baby on the way. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Sylus would totally hum to your belly, always off-tune, but he definitely would.

ANYWAY

Today, you’re out on an errand and your baby boy is absolutely crying to bits so Sylus and your daughter are trying their best to calm him down

Sylus has your daughter on his shoulders as he changes your son’s diaper. Your daughter has her hands in his hair as she makes silly faces down at her brother to try and distract him from crying.

By the time you come home, it’s quite late and you find that they are all sprawled out in the middle of the living room floor, toys scattered about and a kids show playing in the background.

Your son is splayed out on Sylus chest while your daughter is on her stomach, across Sylus’ stomach XD

You chuckle a lightly at their positioning

The lack of sleep must have finally caught up to Sylus, huh? You think

As you come closer you realise that your son is awake - he’s cooing with a fist in his mouth, drooling all over Sylus’ shoulder.

With a little difficulty, you kneel down onto the floor to slip your son out from Sylus’ arms. Slow and steady… The last few times you’ve tried, Sylus’ eyes would snap open, on high alert -because who would dare try to take his precious angels.

Anyways, you decided that Sylus probably needs the sleep, especially since you’re pregnant again, he’s been so on edge

You cradle your son in one arm, and with the other, you run your hand through Sylus’ hair - which he subconsciously leans into.

Then, you lean down to place a light kiss on your daughter’s cheek, although leaning down has become a challenge in itself with your growing belly.

With the support of a nearby armchair, you stand yourself up.

You make your way over to the cushioned rocking chair in the corner of the room, cradling your son to your chest to feed him.

Just as he finishes, your daughter’s slowly sits up from where she was laying. She rubs at her eyes and blinks sleepily - a vibrant red, like her father’s, peeking through.

She looks around the room and gasps in delight when her eyes land on you, “Mama!”

She takes a few steps to you and then stops midway to look back at her father. She hurriedly grabs the throw blanket from the armchair and throws it across her father, uncaring of whether it covered him properly or not.

“Hi, mama.” She greets you as she climbs to sit in your lap

“Hi, sweetie.” You gently caress her face, “How was your day?”

“Mmm…” She quirks her lips, “Well, little bubba was crying a lot, like, a lot, a lot.”

You chuckle as she spreads her arms all the way apart.

“But I missed you." She nuzzles into your shoulder, "Daddy did too, he kept looking at the clock.”

Hehe, ever the observant girl your daughter was.

“Aww, I missed you, and daddy, and bubba as well.” You press little pecks to her face and nuzzle your nose with hers to which she giggles. Like tinkling bells in the wind.

Zayne ❖· ────── · ·

I feel like Zayne would have a son and a daughter. Your son would be quite a few years older than her though

Some days, Zayne would take them to work, subtly showing them off to his colleagues

Greyson never misses the opportunity to pinch their cheeks and ruffle their hair, “They both look like a mini Dr. Zayne."

Zayne may have all those awards and trophies lining his office walls, but his pride and joy will always be his children

He may not outwardly express it, but he absolutely cherishes them - reading them bedtime stories, tucking them in with the lightest kiss upon their foreheads

I imagine your son would be very studious, having read most of the books occupying the shelves of Zayne’s office. He would be quite curious, exploring the hospital and asking the doctors all sorts of questions that they themselves do not even have the answers to.

He would be your little gentleman, learning from his father, pulling out chairs and opening doors.

Your daughter would probably be a little shy, always having a fist clenched on her daddy’s clothes or holding onto his hands, or rather his fingers.

Her big brother wouldn’t hesitate to get her whatever she wanted or take her wherever she wishes - your family’s little princess

As much of a workaholic Zayne is, and as much as he wants to provide for you and your little family, he would have no problems lessening his hours to spend time with you and the children

It doesn’t matter how tired he is from a long day of endless surgeries, he would just as eagerly play with them in the living room

“Here, Dad, have a turn.”

“What is it?” Zayne removes his coat and drapes it over the couch’s armrest.

“Uncle Greyson bought it for us.” Your son leads Zayne over to the living room table.

“Uncle Greyson, huh?”

Your son brushes over the comment and continues to explain the little toy, “You have to take these plastic organs and bacteria out without touching the edges or else it beeps and his nose flashes a red light.”

Ever the steady-handed surgeon, Zayne takes them all out without a problem.

“Daddy,” your daughter clutches at the fabric of Zayne’s dress shirt. “I want to try.”

Zayne beckons her over to stand in front of him where he can support her little hands holding the plastic forceps

On the off chance that you are not with them, Zayne would get them sweet treats on the way home

“It’ll be our little secret.” Zayne whispers, with a finger pressed to his lips

your son and daughter giggle in their seats and happily gobble up spoonfuls of the dessert

It isn’t long before they all start having toothaches and receive a scolding from you

On family vacations, you all end up in a cabin up in the mountains of Snowcrest (at the request of your sweet little angels)

Zayne is more than happy to teach them how to snowboard,

Much to your surprise, as your daughter grew older, you found that she was quite proficient in snowboarding

But there used to be times where Zayne made them little tiaras and crowns of ice and built little ice castle with them using his Evol

Xavier ❖· ────── · ·

Sleeps as much as your newborn son, if not more, and your eldest son has inherited his father’s incredible appetite.

When you’re not at home, Xavier nearly burns the house down trying to make food for them, so once your son was old enough, he opted to learn how to cook - having his father as an assistant because, you know… they need supervision or something XD

Xavier would definitely read them bed time stories

His voice is so soft and mellow, they would fall asleep so quickly

Not much of a surprise considering that Xavier falls asleep at the drop of a hat

But on days when they have nightmares, Xavier would use his Evol to create little bunnies and flowers that float around in their bedroom

and when sleep finally overtook them, he would tuck their blankets around them and whisper,

“Sweet dreams, my little starlight.”

Most days, in your lounge, your younger son would be crawling all over Xavier as he laid on the floor.

“Arghh, the monster’s got me.” he would jokingly say.

Your older son would then come in with a cardboard sword, gently tapping his little brother on the back to slay the monster

Xavier cradles the young one in his arms, “And the hero has saved the day once again!” He lifts the infant up into the air and receives a toothless smile.

“Just like you and mommy!” Your son beams down at Xavier, sword and shield still poised, “You keep us safe from all the wanderers, right? I wanna be just like you and mommy.”

Xavier just smiles - the kind that crinkles the corners of his eyes, “Well, we better start training, huh?” Xavier ruffles your son’s hair.

Although he may not be as well-off as Sylus, he definitely would do his best to spoil them, bringing them to amusement parks, buying them little star lamps for their bedrooms, taking them to the arcade and playing kitty cards with them.

One time, you all went on a holiday to this guest house in the forest. When you asked him how he knew about this place he replied with:

“I befriended the uncle that runs this guesthouse while I went fishing that one time.”

Xavier would take them hiking, showing your sons the most scenic views in the forest

when night time came, all four of you were laying down on a blanket, gazing at the stars

Today, he’s taken you to a cherry blossom park. He’s got your eldest son on his shoulders, and your little one in a baby carrier at his front.

Your eldest son is reaching up trying to grasp at the pink petals some of which fall onto your youngest’s head.

Xavier quickly lets go of your hand, which he was holding, to brush them out of your baby’s face. (he’s using the other one to stabilise your son’s leg over his shoulder)

Just as quickly, he grasps your hand once more.

You squeeze his hand lightly, “Let me take the carrier from you, Xavier.”

“No, it’s okay.” He quickly refuses, “I want to carry them both. It won’t be long before they’ll be too big to do so.”

AHHHHAAA, I'm finally finished with exams, so I'll be able to write more often. Yahooooo ~(˘▾˘~)

But brooooo, the Lads with KIDSSSSS I CAN DIE HAPPY

-Seven

|| Masterlist ||

[glitch-but-ya]

The other side of paradise.

Pairing: Sylus x Pacifist!Reader

TW: Angst(?) + fluff(?), mentions of death and afterlife, mentions of blood and violence.

Summary: A pacifist yearning for tranquility and a relentless conqueror, hardened by the cruelty he has endured, find themselves bound by an unlikely connection. People say love changes the heart, untangles its strings, and tends to its wounds. While the two of you may never fully see eye to eye, you will discover the paradise you seek within each other, mending each other's hearts along the way. W.C: 1,507 words

“The cruelty in our hearts cannot be quelled. But as you grow, you will find man to be kinder.”

He could never understand you. That was the bitter truth the both of you were forced to swallow. The hands that cradled your face stank of the blood of thousands. It was a truth that applied to you both with haunting accuracy. Sylus did not know kindness—an element you possessed in abundance. And yet, despite your circumstances, you two had fallen for each other helplessly. When worlds collide, it is only natural for us to explore the lands that are unknown.

Emotions are impulsive creatures. When you met the relentless conqueror, you felt nothing but sympathy for him. You prayed that his heart could rid itself of the malice it bore, that he could turn over a new leaf and embrace a life of peace one day. You did not hate him. But you did not feel for him either. So why did your heart thump against your chest every time you looked at him?

Emotions are impulsive, and morals are fluid. You could never have expected to learn something from a heartless man. Sylus taught you that immense cruelty and a tender soul could coexist. He taught you that equilibrium exists, even in humans.

The first time you truly looked at him, you saw vulnerability, an odd sense of tenderness, and affection. And it stirred something in you. You felt warmth spreading across your body, to your cheeks, and eventually reaching the chambers of your heart. Your body stilled, blood coursing through your veins at an increased speed, and his eyes softened momentarily around you. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t feel this. You couldn’t be in love. This man single-handedly went against everything you believed in. He preached what you condemned and lived the way you feared. He was what you were afraid of becoming—the type of man you deemed pathetic and vindictive.

Then why? Why did you go quiet under his loving gaze? Why did you begin to see a side of him you wholeheartedly believed did not exist? Why did he start to feel... human?

You decided that the answer was love. Infatuation. But you knew that the two of you were doomed. How could people from two different worlds, both literally and metaphorically, ever touch? Well, one has to learn to compromise.

Sylus was aware of your pacifistic nature. The way you hesitated to raise the gun, the way you faltered to slay the wanderers, or the way you looked at him when he made decisions he believed were necessary for survival. He couldn't bear to see that look on your face, he had to admit. He couldn't handle how you silently pleaded with him to take another route, to make another choice. How you looked at him as if he was about to commit a monstrous act, though to him, he was merely keeping you both safe.

No matter how much he tried to convince himself it was the best choice, the guilt continued to gnaw at him. And the subtle hints you dropped about your discontent afterward did not help. "There's always another way, Sylus," you'd say, your eyes empty and unreadable. If it were anyone else, he would have moved on. But it was you.

“Did you ever consider living a different life? Just... running away from all this and starting over?” you asked, twirling a tiny flower between your fingers. "I mean... don't you get tired?"

It didn’t take long before Sylus began to see the world through your lens. The small snippets of your true thoughts that you'd drop subtly into every conversation changed something in him. And now, the more he thought about it, the clearer it became to him—he didn’t mind any life, as long as you were in it.

Whether it be a simple, domestic lifestyle or a life led by danger and thrill, his only wish was to walk by your side every step of the way. The things he had to leave behind didn’t matter. Not more than a future with you. For a chance to be by your side eternally, he’d sacrifice anything. Whether it be himself or the world, he’d burn both to ashes, rip them to shreds over and over, even if the chance was slim. He would—for you.

But he knew.

Sylus knew it didn’t erase his past. No amount of redemption could rewrite his fate.

“I want to create a haven. With you. A paradise where everyone is equal. Where war and violence don’t exist, where people can live without the fear of coming home to a massacre. I know it's naive. No need to tell me. But, still... if I could save even one soul, I'd be content."

Sylus had said before that he could make every wish come true. And yet, when you'd said this with your head cocked towards the sky, he could not help but feel powerless to fulfill your desire. His calloused hands had worn out from the tartness of blood. Seeds of destruction had been sown in his eyes, and an unfamiliar power that kills coursed through his veins.

How could he aid you in crafting a paradise with such a past?

"A haven..." he said softly. "That is a beautiful thought. But, sweetie, do you really think someone like me can stand by your side and help you create that place?" Sylus slipped his fingers into the valley between yours, gently gripping your hand and bringing it to his chest. "These hands break whatever they hold." "Then how am I still here?" A thoughtful hum escaped his lips. The truth was, it was love. An admiration he held only for an insignificant amount of things in his life. "Then..." you mused, "You can find it in your heart to love more. Just like me, you can slowly learn to make your heart beat." He chuckled. "I’m a dead man." "And I’m a deranged scientist. I’ll bring you back to life."

Oh, what would he do without you?

"When you say it like that, I feel as if it is actually... possible. But, even if we did create such a paradise," he looked at you tenderly, his gaze almost apologetic, "Would I be deserving of a seat in your world? Well, either way, if you ever establish this world you dream of, I would fight to protect it. I swear."

Sylus was not a religious man. He firmly believed there was no such higher being. Despite that, he couldn’t help but think of how, if a paradise were to exist, it would not be a place for people like him. If a supreme power existed, he would be thrown into the loneliest pits of hell, forever separated from what he yearned to hold eternally. He would never see you again. He would be damned. Completely and utterly.

If a paradise existed, it would be a place for ones like you. You would walk through the gates, your head held high, and you would not turn to look at him. He was a bad man, after all. He was not worthy of your kind gaze. He was merely a sinner, and he could but watch as you moved on with your joyous life. He would be happy for you, of course. But the agony of being separated from a lover is too much for one to bear. He couldn’t deny that his heart would quench at the sight of you, and how you’d feign ignorance of his existence and embrace your new life happily.

"One day, when the gates of judgment open, you will walk forward, and I will be left behind. And you will not wait for me. You will not look back. But I will admire you as you walk in. I will adore you until the consequences of my punishment rip me to shreds. And even in the flames, my eyes will never leave yours. Until that day, though, I will cherish you."

"Don't say that!" you frowned, furrowing your brows at him. "Do you truly think you’re irredeemable? You have potential! So much of it. If we wish to, we can simply rewrite your fate." You placed a hand on top of his and squeezed. "I'll be with you if you ever make that choice. We will nip you off the stem, and this time, you’ll grow back as a far more luscious plant than you ever were." "And if I don’t change?" "Well, we’ll make use of it. I won’t give up on you because of some imaginary restriction of morals."

So, if judgment day were to come, he could but watch, standing at the border between paradise and hell, his gaze locked on you incessantly as he loved you from the other side of paradise.

Until that day comes, though, he’ll love you. Until death does you apart.

[sylusxyou]

My Space | LaDS Sylus x Reader Fic

Summary: Sylus is accustomed to a lavish lifestyle. When he comes over to your apartment for the first time you are plagued with feelings of insecurity. He comforts you and shows you that you have nothing to be insecure about. (I hate summaries).

Pairing: SylusxReader (Non-mc? MC? Could be either)

Content: Mostly fluff, a bit suggestive, mentions of arousal, Sylus really enjoys spending his money on you.

Word Count: 2.9K

Author’s Note: This is the first thing I have written in soooooo long. Like years. So if it’s total shit, I apologize. If you read this, I hope you somewhat enjoy it. The more I write the better it will get. I just need to get stuff out of my head, start sharing, and not overthink it. Enjoy or don’t, just don’t tell me if you don’t :) 

You couldn’t help but pace around the living room of your apartment. Every spot had been cleaned and checked twice over but there was no calming down the antsy feeling in your stomach. Anxious thoughts filled your mind, ‘What if I missed something? Is my decor too plain? He’s used to luxury; my space is so small compared to his. I hope he’s not uncomfortable.” Sylus was on his way to your apartment for the first time. Until this point, all of your time with him had been spent either out in the city or in Sylus’ extravagant mansion. As your relationship slowly progressed into what it is now, ambiguously intimate and occasionally romantic, he had made multiple requests to come over to your apartment. At first you took it as unserious flirting but after the fourth mention of it, you realized he was being sincere. You had put it off as long as you could. It was hard not to feel a bit self-conscious about how much less you had. Even though you did well for yourself, Sylus’ wealth was untouchable and he constantly used it to spoil you. Not being able to do anything like that for him upset you sometimes. Deep down you knew Sylus didn’t care about that but that knowledge was really deep down and you didn’t currently have the will to dig that far. 

Three loud knocks sounded at your door and your heart began to race. Whether it was more from your nervousness of Sylus seeing your place for the first time or the excitement of seeing him, you weren’t sure. You quickly made your way to the door and looked through the peephole. There he was, tall, broad, and gorgeous as ever. He fiddled with his hair a bit and there was a look of something unfamiliar in his eyes. Was it anticipation, eagerness, uncertainty? Surely he wasn’t nervous like you. Sylus was consistently composed and confident, moving through life as if nothing in the world could throw him off balance. Something in your heart squeezed to get this rare glimpse of a moment where his composure was even the tiniest bit wavered. 

He moved to knock again and you quickly opened the door before his knuckles could reach it. As soon as his gaze met yours affection filled his eyes, “Hello, kitten. Are you going to invite me in?” 

You smiled, “Mmm, I’m not sure. I don’t make a habit of having shady individuals over to my apartment.” 

Sylus chuckled and slipped passed you through the front door, “You’re the one who called this shady individual over.” He stopped in the entryway, looking around the space in front of him where your living room and kitchen were. “Cute,” he turned back and smirked at you, “It’s very you, sweetie.” 

Unsure of what he meant by that, you bent down to the shoe rack next to your door and grabbed a pair of slippers, “It’s not much but I love it.” You dropped the slippers in front of Sylus for him and moved into the living room, “I would give you a tour but you can pretty much see everything from here.” 

“What about your bedroom?” You caught Sylus’ eyes and they sparkled with mischief and desire. He was teasing you but there seemed to be a quiet promise underlying his words. 

There was no helping the light blush that rose in your cheeks, “Let’s come back to that later.” 

A short laugh escaped Sylus and he walked through your living room, slippers now snug on his feet. His attention was turned to the bookshelves that lined the wall around your television. The shelves were full of books, some you had read but most unopened, as well as plushies, pictures, and plastic plants. He perused the contents of the shelves with a soft smile on his face. It was clear he was enjoying this glimpse into your interests. As he moved across the shelves he came to a sudden stop, something particular grabbing his attention. His hand reached out to grab a small picture frame. An expression of surprise took over his features and his head shook softly, “Well look here,” He turned to you and lifted the frame in your direction, “I guess I have been here before.” 

In the frame was a picture of you and Sylus. You were at an arcade, a line of claw machines sat behind you. In your arms was a plush penguin that Sylus had won you after countless attempts. Both of you were unsure of how much money he had actually ended up spending but you were sure he could have bought you a least five of the plushies online for the amount he spent on the one in the claw machine. It was the first time you and Sylus had done something that felt remotely like a date and you wanted to commemorate it with a picture. Of course, he had acted disinterested in taking it, letting you know that he was saying yes because you wanted to. However when you looked back at the photo your heart burst when you saw Sylus. While you smiled brightly at the camera his eyes were set on you, soft and adoring. It was the most gentle expression you had ever seen on his face. It was the look of a man in love. For this reason you had printed the photo as soon as you got home that evening. Something in you knew that it marked a beginning for you two. 

Perhaps you should be embarrassed that you had a framed picture of the two of you displayed in your home but you knew Sylus was silently reveling in his discovery. Not so he could hold it over you but because it revealed something about your feelings towards him. With no words to say, you simply shrugged at him. 

Sylus put the picture back and moved to the kitchen. He took his time as he opened your refrigerator and scanned it’s contents then began opening all of your cabinets and drawers. You raised an eyebrow watching him, “Are you looking for something specific or do you just enjoy snooping?” 

He continued his search of your kitchen space, “I just want to get an idea of where everything is.” His tone indicated this is a space he planned to spend more time in. After he closed the last cabinet he came to stand in front of you, “There wasn’t much food in there.” He nodded towards the refrigerator, “Do you need me to order you some groceries?” 

You rolled your eyes, “No, I’m perfectly capable of getting my own groceries. It’s just the end of the week. I was planning on going to the store tomorrow. Tonight is takeout night.” 

Sylus came closer to you, “Next time I’ll cook us dinner.” 

“You’re the guest here. Next time I’ll cook us dinner.”

“Kitten,” his hand came to rest on the top of your head, “You and I both know in the kitchen you are a lethal weapon.” Memories of your first dinner at Sylus’ drifted through your mind. He had insisted you just sit and watch as he prepared steak and salad. You wanted to be helpful though and you knew if you pressed hard enough, gave him your best kitten eyes, and cuddled close to him he would have no chance at resisting. He decided that chopping cucumbers for the salad was the best way you could be helpful. It felt like a child’s task but at least it was something. However, you managed to slice your finger and Sylus spent five minutes tending to your wound before putting you on steak watch duty. You were supposed to flip the steak after three minutes and then let him know you had done so. It sounded simple enough but you got distracted watching Sylus cut vegetables and wash the lettuce. After a while, he felt your eyes on him. He looked up and grinned at you, then his eyes shifted to the steak on the stove next to you, “You haven’t flipped it yet?” That snapped you out of your Sylus induced trance. When you flipped it over it was clear this cut was ruined. Neither of you were too interested in medium-well done steak and that was being generous. After that, you were ordered to sit on the sofa until dinner was ready

You shook your head, forcing the memory to dissipate, “Alright, I get it. You can cook for us next time.” 

Sylus smiled at you and put his arm around your shoulder. He led you to the couch where you sat nestled in his side. The two of you put on a movie while you decided on what to eat. The decision went the way it always did between the two of you; you said you didn’t have any preference and then rejected every restaurant Sylus suggested. After five tries he sighed, pulled out his phone, and put an order in somewhere. He wouldn’t tell you where just that you should trust him and you wouldn’t be disappointed. He pulled you closer and you sank deep into the couch, putting your feet up on the coffee table in front of you. There was no doubt in your mind that whatever food Sylus had ordered would be exactly what you were in the mood for. 

The two of you sat quietly on the couch, watching the movie and waiting for your food to arrive.  Every so often Sylus would shift next to you. It didn’t register at first but as it continued you realized how small your couch was and how large Sylus was. It certainly wasn’t the large, plush, luxury sofa that sat in his living room. Suddenly a wave of thoughts hit you, ‘He’s not comfortable here. Why would he want to spend time somewhere he isn’t comfortable? He’s probably desperately waiting for the food to arrive so he can get up.’ 

You looked up at him, searching his face for any sign of the discomfort you were so sure he was experiencing. His eyes shifted from the movie to you with a quirked eyebrow, “Am I more interesting than the movie?” 

A soft chuckle escaped your lips, “No, that’s not it.” You sat up and turned towards Sylus, “Are you comfortable?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, “I was more comfortable when you had your head on my shoulder.” It was a light and teasing response. 

You shook your head, “I’m being serious.” There was a severity in your tone that raised a flag in Sylus’ mind. 

“Okay,” he shifted his body to fully face you, “of course I’m comfortable. Why are you worried about that?” 

You glanced down at your lap, “You seem cramped here. It’s a smaller couch than you’re used to and not nearly as soft.” The moment the words left your mouth you flushed with embarrassment. While the insecurity was overwhelming your thoughts it sounded trivial when said out loud. 

Sylus reached a hand out to tuck your hair behind your ear and cup your cheek, “Have I done something to make you think I care about the size of your couch, kitten?” 

“It’s just-“ your eyes squeeze shut for a moment. You can’t believe you’re actually about to admit to your inferiority complex. “It’s just, you live a pretty extravagant lifestyle and you’re always spending money on me. I can’t give you anything like the things you give me.”

Suddenly Sylus was leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips. It was gentle and light, barely there, but his mouth lingered on yours. A few moments passed and he pulled back, his thumb rubbing across your cheek, “I don’t need you to give me anything, sweetie.” 

“I know you don’t need me to. I don’t need you to do any of the things you do for me either, but that doesn’t stop you.” 

He hummed, “I suppose it doesn’t.” Silence sat between the two of you as you looked at each other. Sylus seemed to be searching for something in your eyes. It didn’t take him long to find it as he sighed and dropped his head, “I’m sorry.” 

Panic shot through your body, “Sorry? What could you possibly have to be sorry for?” 

“I didn’t consider how my frivolous spending on you might make you feel.” He scooted closer to you and pulled towards him, pressing your head to his chest, “It makes me feel so good, I just assumed it was the same for you.” 

You wrapped your arms around his torso, “It makes you feel good to spend money on me?” 

“Of course, kitten.” A laugh rumbled in his chest, “Why on earth would I do it otherwise?” 

Behind him, you pulled your arms tighter, bringing your torso flush to his, “Out of habit, I guess? Or because you felt bad for me that I don’t have the things you have.” 

“You thought I wanted to elevate your lifestyle to what you believe my standards are?”

“Yea,” you nodded your face against his chest, “I guess you could put it like that.” 

Sylus leaned back and put his fingers under your chin to lift your gaze to him, “I don’t believe having money makes me better than you, sweetie. Maybe other people, but not you.” He leans down to press a soft kiss on your right cheek, your forehead, then your left cheek. “I’m not spending money on you because I need you to have expensive things. I do it because I want to give you everything.” Sylus takes your hand in his and presses it to his heart, “Do you feel that?” Beneath your hand his heartbeat drummed rapidly. For some reason it made you blush. “This is what it does to me, spending my money on you.” 

His confession felt overwhelmingly intimate. There was something sensual in his voice that made your brain fuzzy. “I don’t understand.” 

Sylus dropped his head as he laughed, “Okay, kitten. Let me be more direct.” His hands made their way down your back, sliding under your ass. In one swift motion he lifted you up and placed you on his lap. His voice was quiet when he leaned in to your ear, “It turns me on to use my money to buy you whatever you want.” 

There was no hiding the shiver that ran over your body. The two of you often teased each other and as your relationship progressed the teasing slowly became more suggestive. This was the first time Sylus had made such a blatant declaration though. His flirtation flustered you and you weren’t sure how to respond. Thankfully you were saved by the ring of the doorbell. “The food.” Your voice barely a whisper as you quickly scrambled off Sylus and made your way to the front door. Behind you he huffed out a laugh and rose off the couch. You grabbed the food from in front of your entryway and brought it into the kitchen, all the while avoiding eye contact with Sylus. Even without looking at him directly you could feel his gaze burning into you. As you began taking the food out of the bags, you took deep breaths to try and steady your racing heart. It was futile, of course, and only made worse by the strong arms that placed themselves on either side of you, leaning on the kitchen table. 

“Why won’t you look at me, sweetie?” Sylus brought his mouth close to your ear, his breath warm and tickling. The shiver returned and you knew he was grinning. 

“I’m just trying to get the food out.” 

Sylus’ strong hands gripped your shoulders and he gently turned you to face him. The look in his eyes was searing and he dragged his hands down your arms tortuously slow. Desire was thick in the air between you. This wasn’t the first time you had a moment like this but it was still overwhelming for you. No one had ever wanted you the way Sylus did, desperately and unyielding. You were still figuring out how to match his confidence. 

“Leave the food for a bit.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, your neck, your collarbone. 

You let your head fall back a bit, eyes fluttering shut, “Sylus, it will get cold.” 

“I’ll order us more.” Suddenly you were hoisted up with a yelp, legs wrapping around Sylus’ waist. “I think it’s time you gave me a tour of your bedroom, kitten.” His lips claimed yours in a hungry kiss, his true intention never more clear. After a few moments Sylus pulled back, breath heavy and hot, lips already turning a deeper red. “Where?” He whispered. 

Your brain was foggy with need making it difficult to form words. You pointed in the direction of a door across the living room. This made him smirk, clearly enjoying your sudden loss for words. As he carried you towards the door he dove back in for your lips. It was impossibly gentle and intense at the same time. One thought crossed your mind as you savored the taste of him and heard the door open, ‘Sylus is about to become very acquainted with my bedroom.’

[mageofmadness]

LADS TWITTER P☆RN LINKS : 🔞 nsfw. must be logged in ! all links lead back to x. none of the content is mine. tags: straight up porn, size kink, spanking, p in v, fingering, sylusxreader, calebxreader, zaynexreader

SYLUS

⟢ he hasn’t seen you all week and he fully intends on making you come around his fingers until you’re shaking and begging for his cock.

⟢ every friday he cooks you dinner which turns into a drink which turns into you riding him on the couch after a glass of wine or three. hidden away where no one can disturb either of you, when sylus gets drunk he’s prone to begging. glassy eyed and dying to fill you up. just one more, sweetie…

⟢ size kink brrr he’s a dragon you’re thankful it’s not even bigger. sylus has given up trying to deny his into it. he so is.

CALEB

⟢ someone looked at you for too long while you were out buying groceries together.

⟢ sometimes caleb just needs you so bad he goes a bit insane. when he finally does get you he doesn’t know what to touch first, which hole to pay attention to, or how he’s gotten so lucky. he’s a whimpering mess. you both are as he helplessly ruts into your sore hole, just needing to come inside so so bad :(

⟢ riding caleb for the first time.

ZAYNIE

⟢ he doesn’t often have to fuck the brat out of you but it’s something he undeniably enjoys and it always starts with him spanking your ass cherry red until your whimpering and sticky between the thighs.

⟢ he’s been spending too many late nights at the hospital and he misses his girl.

⟢ he wants to be able to smell your sweet pussy on his fingers for the rest of the day after you visit him for lunch. you leave drenched between the thighs and down a pair of soaking wet underwear now in zayne’s posession.

> likes & rbs are appreciated <3 lmk if you want to see some raf/xavier or anything else. reqs are open !

[applecaviar]

How would the LADS men react if you faked an orgasm.

TW:SMUT

Sylusxreader zaynexreader

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SYLUS

You were so so tired from work you couldn't help it and you thought he wouldn't notice.

 "I may be many things, kitten, but I'm not blind to your little...tricks." His fingers tighten on your waist, a reminder of his grip on you. "You needn't trouble yourself with such obvious displays. I can see right through them and I must say, your acting skills leave much to be desired."

"You'll have to do better than that if you want to get one over on me."

He leans in, his breath warm against your ear as he speaks, "But I must admit, your little performance was... entertaining." His hand slides up the curve of your side "Keep this up, and you might just make things interesting, Sweetie." His tone is light, almost playful, but there's an undercurrent of something more, a promise and a warning rolled into one. "Just don't expect me to make it too easy for you.

He continues his relentless teasing, bringing you to the precipice of ecstasy only to cruelly pull back, leaving you hovering on the razor's edge of rapture. The night stretches on, an eternity of pleasure and pain as Sylus takes you to the brink again and again, his own desire growing with each of your denied climaxes.

Finally, as the first light of dawn begins to peek through the windows, Sylus leans in close, his eyes blazing with a feral, triumphant light. "Beg for it, kitten," he commands, "Beg for your release, and maybe, just maybe, I'll give you what you need." His fingers hover at the entrance a hairsbreadth away from the plunge that would grant you the sweet oblivion you so desperately crave.

"Sy...pleasee!"

"Please what, my sweet kitten? Tell me what you need. I want to hear you say it."

His other hand fists in your hair, tilting your head back to expose your throat. His lips descend, teeth grazing the delicate skin of your jugular before he sucks a dark mark into your flesh, "Beg for your release, and I'll give you the pleasure you've been denied all night long." 

Sylus' eyes flash with a triumphant light as your desperate plea reaches his ears, your breathy "I beg you, Sylus" like the sweetest music to his ego. "Good girl," he praises "Such a good, obedient little kitten you are."

With a sudden, sharp thrust of his hips, Sylus sheaths himself fully inside you, burying his thick, hard length to the hilt "Fuck..." he grits out between clenched teeth, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment  "So fucking tight, so perfect..."

As your climax finally bursts upon you, Sylus feels you clamp down around him, your inner muscles rippling and milking his cock as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through you. "Next time you think about trying to trick me," he murmurs, his voice a sinful temptation, "Remember this moment. Remember how easily I saw through you, and how breathtaking the consequences were."

He doesn't give you a moment to adjust, instead setting a hard, deep rhythm that has the headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust. "You take me so well"  his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips as he holds you in place, a willing victim to his lust. "You take every inch like you were made for it."

His other hand comes up to wrap around your throat, his grip firm but not painful "Sing for me, sweetie"

ZAYNE

You were supposed to make yourself cum on his desk, he was right in front of you and you were so nervous someone would catch you and decided to fake it.

Zayne leanes back in his chair, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow skeptically. "Really, y/n? Faking it now, are we?. My medical expertise extends far beyond simply diagnosing physical ailments."

You feel him hook his fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly peel them down your thighs, revealing your glistening folds "Now, let's see that look of rapture on your face as I eat your sweet little cunt," he growls before diving in.

"I know exactly how you look when you cum. The way your lips part slightly, your soft gasps as your body trembles with ecstasy, the flush that spreads across your skin, painting your chest and neck and the way your eyes flutter shut. He says looking up at you.

As Zayne continues his assault on your clit, alternating between long slow licks and teasing bites, he pauses momentarily to glance up at you.

"How many times do you plan on lying to me like this again?" He whispers before giving your clit a particularly hard suck, his lips sealing around the throbbing bud as he sucks it into his mouth, his tongue flicking mercilessly back and forth.

He can feel your thighs trembling on either side of his head, your fingers tangling in his black hair as you hold him in place, silently begging for more. He can feel your body twitching, desperate for release, but he needs an answer from you.

With a sharp slap to your pussy, the sound echoing obscenely in the room, Zayne growls, "Use your words, y/n. I can't give you what you need until you answer me".

"I won't do it again, I..I promise!"

He could see the desperation in your eyes, your chest heaving with each breath, and it only spurs him on.

The sound of his fingers pumping in and out of your soaked pussy fills the room, mingling with the lewd slurps and suckles of his mouth.

Without a word, he dives back between your thighs, his tongue flat against your clit. At the same time, he slides two long, thick fingers inside you, pumping them in and out at a steady pace. He curls them just right, rubbing the spot that always makes you toes curl, determined to push you closer and closer to the edge.

He looks up at you, taking in every twitch, every shudder, every expression that crosses your face. And as he feels your body start to tense, your thighs beginning to quake, he knows you are close. So close to giving him what he wants, what you both need.

He sucks hard on your clit, his fingers pumping faster, driving you closer and closer to that precipice of ecstasy and with a final, sharp thrust of his finger and a particularly intense suck, Zayne sends you falling over the edge.

 "That's it. Cum for me. Let go, my love"

Your scream echoes off the walls as your orgasm crashes over you. Zayne can feel your arousal gushing out around his fingers, coating his hand, his wrist, his face as he works you through each intense wave of pleasure.

He doesnt let up, even as you tremble and shudder through the aftershocks, he licks every drop of your release, prolonging your pleasure for as long as possible, he wants to wring every last second of bliss from you, to brand the feel of you coming undone on his mouth, on his fingers, into his memory for all eternity.

Then he glances down at the desk , taking in the mess you made in his usually clean workspace. Papers scattered, pens and pencils knocked to the floor and a puddle of your arousal pooled on the polished wood, dripping down to splatter on the carpet below.

Zayne's eyes remain locked on you as he finally pulls back, he looks up at you taking in the sight of your flushed face and trembling body as you come down from your high.

"I can't say I mind the mess, not when it means I've given you the release you so desperately needed. Not when it means I've had the immense pleasure of watching you come apart in my office. But I'm far from done with you. I'm going to make you cum again and again until you learn your lesson"

Zayne punctuates his words with a slow, sensual lick along the seam of your lip, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

[rafayelgod]

🌚🔞WARNING! 18+ 21+ CONTENT!🔞🌚

NSFW, BDSM, Rough, Dominant, SylusxReader

Sylus: Jealous Angry Sex

A Mafia Boyfriend

You knew from the moment you met Sylus that he was different. It wasn’t just the way he carried himself, a silent confidence that radiated power, or the subtle, respectful fear you sometimes saw flicker in the eyes of others when they looked at him. It was something deeper, something that resonated within you, a thrilling, almost dangerous energy that both intimidated and captivated you.

He was a man of contrasts. Sylus, your boyfriend, was a mafia boss, yes, a fact he hadn’t hidden and you hadn’t shied away from. But unlike the stereotypical image of a volatile, screaming brute, he was…chill. Remarkably so, most of the time. He was calm in the face of chaos, his voice a smooth, low rumble that soothed as often as it commanded. He treated you with a tender dominance that made your skin flush and your heart race. He was thoughtful, attentive, and incredibly generous. He could be witty, even playful.

But beneath that cool surface, you knew there was a fire. A possessive, burning fire that was all yours. Sylus didn't yell, he didn’t rage. His displeasure was a subtle shift in his eyes, a tightening of his jaw, a quiet intensity that was far more unnerving than any outburst. And you knew, instinctively, that the one thing that could ignite that fire into something truly potent was the attention of other men.

He considered you his territory. His. And while he rarely vocalized it in crude terms, it was in every possessive touch, every lingering gaze when another man even glanced in your direction. It was in the way he’d subtly shift you closer to his side in public, a silent claim, a wordless warning. You found it thrilling, this primal possessiveness, this unspoken declaration that you belonged to him, and him alone.

Tonight, however, that possessiveness felt different. He’d been…quieter than usual since you’d started getting ready. You’d chosen a dress you knew he loved, a stunning emerald silk number that flowed over your curves and dipped daringly low in the back, leaving your spine bare and vulnerable. You’d caught his eye in the mirror, the way his gaze lingered on the exposed skin, a flicker of something intense passing over his features. He’d simply nodded, a low sound in his throat, and helped you with the clasp, his fingers lingering a touch longer against your nape than necessary, sending shivers down your spine.

As you walked beside him into the opulent ballroom, filled with the glittering elite of his world, you felt a thrill of anticipation, a knot of excitement and a hint of nervous energy in your stomach. Tonight was a party for Sylus's closest associates, a gathering of powerful men and their partners. And you knew, with a certainty that made your breath hitch, that you were about to be the center of attention.

Party and Interruption

The music pulsed around you, a rhythmic thrumming that vibrated through the soles of your feet. The room was a kaleidoscope of rich fabrics, glittering jewelry, and the low murmur of hushed conversations punctuated by bursts of laughter. You felt Sylus’s hand warm against the small of your back as he guided you through the crowd, his presence a reassuring anchor in the sea of unfamiliar faces.

And then the eyes started.

It wasn't overt, not at first. Subtle glances, quick looks that lingered a moment too long as men caught sight of you. As you moved further into the room, the glances became bolder, more open. You felt their eyes tracing the line of your back, the curve of your hips, the swell of your breasts beneath the silk. You saw appreciation, admiration, even desire in their gazes. And with each look, you felt a strange mix of flattery and unease, a tingling awareness of being intensely, publicly desired.

Sylus remained outwardly composed. He greeted his associates with his usual calm demeanor, a polite smile playing on his lips. But you felt it, the subtle shift in the air around him. His hand on your back tightened almost imperceptibly. His eyes, when he looked at you, held a deeper intensity, a possessive heat that was both thrilling and a little unnerving.

He pulled you closer, his arm snaking around your waist, drawing you flush against his side. "You look breathtaking tonight Kitten..." he murmured in your ear, his voice low and husky, the words a possessive caress. You leaned into him, a small smile playing on your lips. "Thank you..." you breathed, feeling the heat of his body radiating through his tailored suit.

You were soon drawn into a conversation with Isabella, the wife of one of Sylus’s… associates. She was elegant and sharp-witted, and you found yourself enjoying her company. You were laughing at something she’d just said, your back to the room, when you felt a heavy hand settle on your waist, pulling you gently away from Isabella.

"Excuse us," Sylus said, his voice smooth but with an undercurrent that sent a shiver down your spine. He didn't even glance at Isabella as he drew you closer to him, turning your body so that you faced him.

"Is everything alright, Sylus?" you asked, noticing the subtle tautness in his jaw, the way his eyes seemed to burn with an intensity that was almost palpable.

He looked down at you, his gaze roaming over your face, lingering on your lips. "Actually," he said, his voice a low rumble, "I’m not feeling too well." He reached up and cupped your cheek, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw. “A sudden headache, I think. And… a bit dizzy.”

You frowned, concern immediately washing over you. “Oh no, Sylus, are you sure? Maybe you should sit down, or… or we could go home.” You placed your hand on his arm, feeling the hard muscle beneath the fine fabric of his suit.

He looked at you, his dark eyes holding yours, and you saw something flicker there, something that wasn't quite sickness, but… something else. Something hotter, more dangerous. "Yes," he said, his voice even lower now, almost a growl. "Home. Let's go home."

Basement and Limo

You quickly excused yourselves to Isabella, your mind already racing with concern for Sylus. He seemed genuinely unwell, his usually vibrant energy dimmed, replaced by a simmering intensity that you couldn't quite decipher. He kept his arm firmly around your waist as he guided you through the dwindling crowd, his pace surprisingly swift for someone who claimed to be feeling ill.

"Hold on Sylus" You reached the basement level of the venue, the air cooler and quieter here. Sylus led you towards a heavy, unmarked door at the end of a dimly lit corridor. He produced a keycard, swiped it, and the door clicked open. You stepped inside, expecting a private exit, but found yourself in a small, windowless room, clearly some sort of utility or storage space.

Before you could ask what was happening, Sylus stepped in behind you, his presence suddenly filling the small space. The door swung shut with a heavy thud, the sound echoing in the silence, and you turned to face him, a question forming on your lips.

"Sylus wha-"

But the question died in your throat as you saw his face. The mask of polite composure was gone, replaced by something raw, primal. His eyes burned into yours, no longer calm, but alight with a fierce, possessive hunger. The headache, the dizziness… it had all been a lie.

Before you could react, he was on you. He closed the distance between you in a heartbeat, his hands gripping your shoulders, hard enough to make you gasp. "Ah!" He pushed you back against the cold, metal door with a force that stole your breath, the impact jarring against your back, but you barely registered the discomfort.

His mouth crashed down on yours, brutal and demanding, a kiss that was nothing like the tender, sensual kisses he usually bestowed. This was a claim, a punishment, a raw expression of something boiling beneath the surface. His lips were hard, his teeth grazed your lower lip, and he tasted of possessive fury and barely contained desire.

"Kitten.. hmh.."

He pinned your wrists above your head against the door with one hand, his other hand snaking around your waist, pressing you impossibly closer, molding your body to his. "Wa..hah wait-" You gasped for air between the relentless kisses, a whimper escaping your lips, a mixture of shock and a strange, thrilling fear.

"Mine," he growled against your mouth, his voice thick with a primal need. "You are mine, do you understand?"

You could only nod, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your body starting to tremble under the intensity of his gaze and his touch. The fear was still there, but now it was intertwined with a dizzying rush of arousal, a forbidden thrill that made your blood sing.

He broke the kiss, but only to trail his lips down your jawline, to the sensitive skin of your neck, his teeth nipping and tugging, sending electric shocks through your body. "All those eyes on you," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "Looking at what's mine. Touching you with their eyes. It made me want to… to tear them apart."

He lifted his head, his eyes locking with yours, burning with an almost terrifying intensity. “I’m not sick,” he said, his voice husky with barely controlled desire. “I’m… hah.. I’m fucking starving for you.”

He didn't wait for a response. He scooped you up into his arms, lifting you effortlessly, your dress riding up your thighs. He kissed you again, deeper this time, more possessive, and carried you out of the storage room, into a private passage that led directly to the underground garage.

He strode towards a waiting black limousine, his driver standing respectfully beside the open door. Sylus nodded curtly, and the driver immediately understood, holding the door wider as Sylus stepped in, you cradled securely in his arms.

He didn't put you down. He settled into the plush leather seat, you still straddling his lap, your legs draped over his, your back pressed against his chest. He closed the door behind you with a sharp click, sealing you both in the intimate darkness of the limo.

"Mansion. Drive," he commanded to the driver through the intercom, his voice low and urgent. The limo began to move smoothly, gliding out of the underground garage and into the night.

Sylus turned his attention back to you, his eyes blazing in the dim light of the limo. He cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs tracing the delicate bones of your cheeks, his gaze intense, possessive. Then he kissed you again, a slow, deliberate, hungry kiss that went on and on, stealing your breath, making your head spin.

His hands left your face, roaming down your body, tracing the curve of your breasts, the flare of your hips, the bare skin of your back. He found the hem of your dress, pushing it higher, his fingers sliding beneath the silk, caressing your thighs, your inner thighs, sending shivers of anticipation through you.

He found your center, the sensitive nub hidden beneath your silk underwear, and pressed, not gently, but with a firm, insistent pressure that made you gasp. "You're wet already," he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Did you like them looking at you, hmm? Did it make you as hot as it made me want to punish you?"

His fingers started to move, teasing, circling, pressing harder, sending waves of pleasure radiating through your body. "Tell me Sweetie..." he breathed, his voice low and rough, his lips grazing your ear. "Tell me you're mine. Tell me you belong to me."

"A..ah.. I'm yours," you gasped, the words torn from your throat, your body already arching instinctively against his touch. "Only yours.. Ah.. Sylus." You grip his arm. "I'm yours.."

"Good girl..." he growled, his fingers deepening their rhythm, his thumb pressing harder, finding your most sensitive point. "You’re my beautiful little thing. Made for me. For my eyes only."

He started to whisper dirty words in your ear, low, possessive, explicit things that made your skin burn and your core clench. He described what he was going to do to you, how he was going to take you apart, piece by piece, and put you back together again, branded as his.

The pleasure built, wave after wave, crashing over you, stealing your breath, making you moan and writhe against him. His fingers worked their magic, relentless, knowing exactly where to touch, how hard, how fast. You were losing yourself, sinking into a haze of sensation, the world narrowing down to just his touch, his voice, the possessive heat of his body against yours.

And then, the peak hit. A blinding rush of pleasure exploded through you, your body convulsing, your breath catching in ragged gasps. You cried out, your orgasm ripping through you, leaving you weak and trembling, utterly spent in his arms.

He kept his fingers pressed against you even as the spasms subsided, his touch lingering, possessive, as if branding you with his ownership. He kissed your neck, his lips hot and wet against your skin. "Such a good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're so good for me."

Mansion and Bedroom

The limo pulled up to the imposing gates of Sylus's mansion, the wrought iron gates swinging open to admit you. The drive through the manicured grounds was a blur, your senses still reeling from the orgasm, your body thrumming with a mixture of exhaustion and anticipation.

Sylus didn't say a word as he carried you out of the limo, his grip firm, his purpose unwavering. He carried you through the grand entrance hall, past silent, watchful staff, and up the sweeping staircase to the master suite. He kicked open the bedroom door, the opulent space bathed in soft, sensual lighting.

He carried you straight to the massive bed, placing you gently on the silk sheets, his gaze never leaving yours. He shed his jacket, his tie, his shirt, his movements swift, economical, revealing the hard, muscled planes of his chest and abdomen.

He stood over you, his eyes dark and possessive, taking in your flushed face, your swollen lips, your disheveled dress. "You're beautiful," he breathed, his voice husky, a low growl rumbling in his chest.

He reached for the zipper of your dress, slowly, deliberately lowering it, inch by inch, exposing more and more of your bare back, the skin still flushed and sensitive from the party, from his touch. He pushed the silk off your shoulders, letting it pool around your waist, leaving you exposed, vulnerable, offered to him.

He knelt on the bed beside you, his hand tracing the line of your spine, sending shivers down your back. He leaned in, kissing the nape of your neck, his lips hot and demanding against your skin. Then his mouth moved lower, tasting, nipping, teasing, trailing kisses down your back, inch by agonizing inch, until he reached the base of your spine.

He paused there, pressing his lips against the sensitive hollow, his breath hot against your skin. And then, he moved, shifting his weight, positioning himself between your legs, his gaze locking with yours, a silent promise of what was to come burning in his eyes.

He reached down, his fingers parting you gently, finding your wetness, his touch making you gasp, even after everything that had already happened. He pressed his erection against your entrance, hard, insistent, the anticipation building to a fever pitch.

"A.. ah..! Sylus.."

And then, with a low groan that was part pleasure, part possessive hunger, he thrust into you.

"Mmh.. Kitten.."

Deep. Hard. Filling you completely, stretching you, claiming you. You gasped, your body arching off the bed, your hands gripping his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. He filled you, stretched you, owned you with that single thrust, and you knew, in that moment, that you were his, utterly and completely.

He started to move, slowly, deeply, powerfully. Not fast, but with a deliberate, relentless force that drove straight to your core. Each thrust was a claim, a possession, a raw declaration of ownership. He pulled almost completely out, then slammed back in, burying himself deep inside you, making you cry out with a mixture of pleasure and something close to pain.

"Open your eyes," he commanded, his voice a low growl. You fluttered your eyes open, meeting his gaze, locking onto the burning intensity there. "Look at me," he ordered, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

You watched him, mesmerized, as he fucked you, watched the muscles in his back and shoulders flex and strain with each powerful thrust, watched the raw desire in his eyes, focused only on you, only on this, only on claiming you.

Pleasure built again, faster this time, spiraling upwards, coiling tight in your belly, spreading through your limbs, making you gasp and moan. He was relentless, his pace slow but brutal, each thrust hitting your core with devastating precision.

"Aah!!"

You screamed, your orgasm erupting, a shattering wave of pure sensation that ripped through you, making your body convulse around him. He felt it, your climax gripping him, and he paused, holding himself deep inside you, letting the aftershocks ripple through you.

"E.. enough nngh-" you beg.

"Hah.. Again," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, and he started to move again, just as slow, just as hard, just as relentless. He kept thrusting, even as your body trembled from the after-effects of your orgasm, pushing you further, deeper, into a new realm of sensation.

You cried out again, another orgasm building, hotter, more intense than the last, fueled by his relentless thrusts, by his possessive energy, by the knowledge that you were completely, utterly his.

He didn't stop. He kept driving into you, thrust after thrust, until you were sobbing, crying out his name, your body wrung out, but still yearning, still craving more. And then, finally, he shuddered, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through your body as he emptied himself inside you, again and again, his seed filling you, claiming you from the inside out. "Hah.. fuck.." He kiss your head.

He collapsed on top of you, his weight heavy, his breath ragged, his heart pounding against your chest. He stayed there for a long moment, his body still joined with yours, his presence a heavy, possessive weight. And in that moment, surrounded by the aftermath of his passion, claimed, conquered, and utterly satisfied, you knew, with a certainty that resonated deep within your soul, that you belonged to Sylus, body and soul, and he would never let you go.

"Mine..."

- The End - 🌚❤💦

© CM (Follow for more hot story)

[veebeeboo109]

So currently working on….

Tidy Timelines (Part Two to Cleaning Up the Timeline) ~15k

The Sanctuary (Cleaning Up the Timeline prequel fantasy AU) ~14k

An Untitled SylusxReader 20s Mafia AU

JJK SukunaxReader (But daddy I love him! 😍 I can fix him type shit)

JJK GojoxReaderxGeto (Gonna be angsty I think)

MHA DabixReaderxHawks Fix it fic (I am unwell about how their stories ended 😭)

Tbh something with Kakashi at some point and Douma. What can I say I’m a girl of simple tastes….

[angelvangelion]

A Sylus inspired playlist on #spotify 🐉❤️‍🔥🐦‍⬛

#sylus #loveanddeepspace #lads #l&ds #otomegame #playlist #spotifyplaylist #sylusxreader

[downbad4sylus]

if anyone wants to be tagged in either post, lemme know so i can add you ahead of time 😰

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Oneshot 5: "A Night of Passion"

My first L&DS smut is ofcourse featuring SylusxReader.

You can read it over on Ao3 or Wattpad!

Hope you enjoy ❤️

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Bittersweet {Barista!Sylus x Reader}

I'M ALIVE FRENS, I SWEAR ╭( ๐_๐)╮

Soooo, this one (and a bunch of others) have been in my notes for ages, and I guess my writing juice only comes once a year and finishes them off...

Right, now I'm trying to flesh out my Model!Sylus x Photographer!Reader - I'm planning for it to be a series so please look forward to it! Hopefully I have enough writing juice to finish it ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )

|| Masterlist ||

Amidst the clinking of teacups and the occasional whir of the coffee machine, your pen scritches against the endless amount of HA papers you have to fill. For every mission, every single move, is another report, another piece of paper to fill out.

You sigh, bracing your chin against your hand and gaze out the window. Your finger taps against your cheek in time with the clock.

7:39 PM

Tara’s late.

Just as the thought crosses your mind, Tara whips the door open and slides herself into the chair across from you.

“My goodness, MC, I don’t know why you choose here of all places to do your work.” She carelessly tosses her bag in the chair beside her and slumps into her own chair, “I swear I had to cross three rivers and climb two mountain on the way here.”

You chuckle, “Don’t forget the about the zip-line and the protofield at the start.”

She kicks your foot under the table and fans herself with the menu, “What’s so good about this place anyway?”

You smirk a little, “The barista’s cute.” You joke and nod your head in the direction of the kitchen behind her.

Tara subtly turns her head and pretends to look at the overhead menu in the kitchen before dropping her gaze to where Sylus was tending to other customers.

Her head whips back to you and she begins to fan herself with her hand, “Hooo, please, I’d cross another swamp to get here if that’s the face I’ll see at the end.”

You smile but turn back to your work, “Jokes aside,” you say without looking at Tara, “The coffee’s just the perfect blend of bittersweet. And… I like the atmosphere.” You shrug.

...

Not long after, as Tara finally picks a drink to order, Sylus approaches your table.

“One house special.” Sylus says as he places your cup on the table followed by a plate of cookies.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t order the-”

“It’s on the house, sweetie.” He gives you a wink and a boyish smile before walking back behind the counter to make the other customers’ drinks.

As if holding her breath Tara sighs out, “Gee, killer looks and a smooth voice to boot, no wonder you’re crossing all of Linkon just to do some documents.”

You give her a kick on the shin, “It’s the atmosphere and the coffee.” You argue.

“Sure, sure.”

❖· ────── ·

A few weeks have gone by, and now visiting this little coffee shop on the outskirts of Bloomshore has very much become a part of your daily routine. You can no longer use your work as an excuse to visit the café because you’ve come to visit it even on your days off.

You’ve learnt a few things throughout the weeks:

This is the only cafe in Bloomshore open until 1:30 in the morning. Or maybe even later than that, you’ve never stayed past 1:30.

Sylus must be making a whole lot of money for him to be giving you desserts on the house with every drink you order (You’ve also learnt that it’s futile to protest)

#2 can’t be possible since his coffee shop isn’t exactly overflowing with customers. There must be something else.

There’s two boys - Luke and Kieran, you overheard - who visit every Friday to collect some packages from Sylus. You’ve convinced yourself that it’s just coffee beans, or 'something else'.

But on top of that there was another instance where you realised that there was more to Sylus than what meets the eye.

As usual, you were doing some paperwork and Sylus brought your drink and a choc chip muffin this time.

The sun has long since dipped below the horizon, you wouldn’t be surprised if it was already time for it to return to the sky.

At this point, only you and a few other customers are left in the café. Some, students glued to their laptops, and others, dozing off on the tables. Either way, it’s quite peaceful tonight and you’ve gotten through two thirds of the report for your last mission. Yehey!

But alas, all good things come to an end.

Your watch beeps just as the tv, previously playing music in the background, switches to an emergency broadcast.

“Attention all. Attention all.” The newscaster frowns a little, “This is an emergency message from the Hunter’s Association - Wanderers have been sighted in the Bloomshore district.” A map pops up on the screen right where the coffee shop is located. The newscaster points to it, “If you are in this area, seek shelter immediately.”

Just as the message repeats, your watch vibrates against your wrist. A similar map is displayed - a live update of where the wanderer is headed - right in your direction.

Overhead, you hear the whir of helicopter blades and the other customers begin scrambling towards the entrance.

You stand at the entrance stopping one customer from leaving, “Stop! Stay calm everyone.” You show your badge to the customers, “I’m from the HA. At the moment, it’s best if we stay in the cafe. Stay under the tables.”

“Screw that!” one of the customers yells and pushes past you.

“Sir! The wanderer is-” You turn to grasp at his arm but not long after he bumps into Sylus, who had come to your side from behind the counter.

He towers over the customer with a stance imposing and unfamiliar as compared to the sweet barista you know.

“I suggest, sir, that you listen to miss hunter over here before you lose your life.” He narrows his eyes at the customer who gulps but still has the audacity to reply.

“If.. If I’m going to die, it sure as hell won’t be here in a coffee shop.” He insists.

Sylus simply gestures to the door, “Be my guest.” He says with a taunting smirk.

You look at him incredulously, “Ugh, why would you-”

“What? I have to honour a man’s dying wish. I would also prefer not to have a death in my coffee shop.”

Just as he finishes the sentence, the small coffee shop rumbles with the roar of the wanderer. The customers scream and scramble in all directions.

You click your tongue and push past him to follow after the customers who ran out in fear.

He just smiles and turns on his heel to follow after you.

Too engrossed in protecting the civilians, you don’t realise that Sylus is trailing behind you taking care of any straggling wanderers coming from behind.

When you hear the shrieks of the wanderers from behind, you see Sylus throwing blow after blow to its body.

Much too smooth and calculated to simply be a barista.

❖· ────── ·

As if that day had never happened, you’re back in your usual spot at the café. At the time of the incident, you were the closest hunter to the scene so naturally, you were tasked with writing up the report.

With your laptop propped on your thighs, your fingers are gliding over your keyboard as you type up the report - noting the time of the incident, to the nature of the incident, to those involved.

Your fingers tap lightly at the keyboard, not enough to input any letters, but to rid yourself of your anxiety. Write too much and the HA will investigate this place, and unfortunately, the packages that you’ve convinced yourself were coffee beans are in fact not coffee beans, but bombs.

Writing as vaguely as possible, you work you lip between your teeth as you eye Sylus from the edge of you laptop. How much can you say without really saying anything at all?

Time flies by with every word you type and every sip of coffee you take. It’s bitter today, but that’s exactly what you need to stay up and finish this report.

Speaking of which… What time is it anyway?

You spare a glance at the clock at the bottom of your screen.

2:32 AM!

You jolt awake and look around the café. Every other table is void of its usual occupant and their belongings.

Sylus lifts his eyes to your figure, noticing your unease, but continues to clean the teacup in his hands, “Do you need something, sweetie? Another cup, maybe?”

You stand up to gather your things, “No. I’m sorry.” You stuff your laptop in your bag, “I didn’t realise how late it was, I-”

He only flashes you a smile, “I don’t mind.” He averts his gaze for a moment, “I have nothing scheduled for tonight, and… and I don’t mind the company.”

You’re frozen in place unsure if he was being courteous or if you were imposing.

Sensing the conflict in your head, he waves his hand and shakes his head, “Sit down,” He walks over to your table and picks up your empty cup, “I’ll make you another drink. You don’t seem to be finishing up any time soon anyways.”

“No, no.” You wave both of your hands in front of you, “I couldn’t. I’m already overstepping my bounds.”

“I insist, kitten.”

Hesitantly, you slot yourself back into the booth and say, “I don’t think I have it in me to finish that report today.” you scratch at your cheek.

“Then, at least stay until I’ve made you another drink.” He’s back behind the counter and shoots you another smile that has your stomach doing backflips, “What will it be, sweetheart?”

“Hot chocolate?” You tilt you head a little.

“Mmmm.” He hums, “Whatever my dearest customer wants, she gets. A warm cup of cocoa to stave of a snowy night, coming right up.” He chimes and the coffee machine whirs to life again.

Shortly after, as you’ve warmed your cold hands against the mug, Luke and Kieran waltz through the entrance.

You glance at the clock - 2:54 AM.

When your eyes return to the two boys, they seem just as shocked as you are that anyone else was still here.

You lift the mug up to acknowledge them and they simply smirk.

“Late night, miss hunter?” One of them says, you’re not quite sure who is who.

You simply hum in response and take another sip of the hot chocolate.

Luke and Kieran make their way to the back as usual, and before they return with the ‘coffee beans’, you’ve emptied your cup and left the shop.

When Sylus leads the twins out (only so they don’t harass you more than you can tolerate) he notices the empty table.

“A special drink for a special lady so late at night, boss man?” Kieran asks.

“Did we interrupt a romantic rendezvous in the middle of the night, boss man?” Luke wiggles his eyebrows.

Sylus merely shakes his head, “Get out of here before I send Mephisto to end the both of you.” He says as he clears your table. Although his voice is dripping in malice, his eyes are soft as he reads the little note you left.

Thank you for the hot chocolate. Sorry for staying so late, I’ll make it up to you. -MC

❖· ────── ·

It wasn’t for another ten days did you make it up to him. Not that anyone was counting…

You felt a little guilty albeit a little flattered by how sweetly he was treating you. But also confused…Does he like you? Is he being nice? Does he do this for others? Is it a ruse with underhanded motives?

Honestly, it’s all so confusing. From how sweetly he was treating you, to the shady deals going on in that dainty little coffee shop. You really don’t know what to believe anymore.

You thought maybe if you stopped visiting for a little while, everything would clear itself up. But the more you restrained yourself, the more thoughts of him surfaced.

With an exasperated huff, you convinced yourself that you were just having caffeine withdrawals and none of the other coffee shops in Linkon satisfied you like the small coffee shop at the edge of Bloomshore. Definitely, the coffee and not the barista… the coffee.

…

When you shuffle into the coffee shop, it busier than usual. So much so that Sylus hasn’t even realised that you’re here.

Why would he though? I’m just like any other customer getting a drink.

You let out a breath. For whatever reason, your traitorous heart is pounding away. By the time you get to the counter you heartbeat is in your ears and you can barely hear yourself say, “One house special, please.”

At your voice, Sylus’ head fwips up from where his hands were holding a milk jug to the coffee machine, “I though my little hunter was injured, or that I was too forward.” he sends you a smile that makes your heart race a little faster.

“Sorry, I was… I was busy.” You avert your gaze and begin to reach into you bag, “I do have something to give you. A little thank you gift, if you will.” You pass a little mug set over the counter.

He quickly wipes his hands on a dish cloth and receives your gift. He opens the set and smirks.

Your brows furrow, “What?” What could he possibly find amusing?

He looks into the mug and reads, “I love you a latte?”

“Huh?” You lean over the counter and grab the mug from his hands. Just as he read, the words “I love you a latte” are printed at the bottom of the mug.

You stare at it, baffled as heat rises to your cheeks “I-”

He chuckles, “This one says, ‘mugs and kisses’.” He looks back at you, “Are you trying to tell me something, sweetie.”

“No! I didn’t know they had those printed at the bottom! I just liked the designs at the front!” You’re leaning over the counter reaching for the mugs.

“You’re more forward than me it seems.”

“Just…just give them back to me, I can return them and get you something else.”

He pulls the both mugs further away from the counter and above his head, “I can’t. This your first gift to me, kitten.” He holds them to his chest, “It would be a waste to return them now.”

“No, Sylus, I’m serious.”

“And so am I.” He places the mugs on one of the shelves and turns back to you, “Now go sit down, I’ll bring your drink once it’s ready.”

With your head in your hands you take your usual seat.

❖· ────── ·

Your mind spent half the day replaying the events from this morning, so now you’re only a fifth of the way through your report.

You groan and plop your forehead on the table with a thud. You turn your head to the side and rest it atop your hands.

Most of the other customers have left for the night, and Sylus is finishing up, cleaning all his equipment.

Shortly after, he walks over with two take away cups in hand. He’s donned his long black coat and a scarf. “Come,” He says, “You need a break, let me take you somewhere.” He nods to the entrance.

You raise a brow at him, “You’re not taking me somewhere to kill me, are you?” You joke as you gather your things, “I know how to fight, you know?” you add with a chuckle.

“Oh? Shall I take you to spar then, miss hunter?” He says as he hands you the drinks.

With both of your hands occupied, he takes the opportunity to wrap his scarf around your neck. He ties it up and tidies the edges so that your neck is fully covered. Leaning back a little he admires his work with a chuckle and flicks your forehead.

“Hey!”

“Let’s go.” He guides you with a hand at the small of your back.

After a short walk, he opens the car door for you with his other hand at the roof of the car so you don’t bump your head.

You mumble a quick “Thank you.” and adjust yourself in the seat as he walks around to the driver’s side.

When the car rumbles to life and he begins to drive, you ask, “Are one of these for me?”

He gives you a quick glance and can’t resist teasing you with the way your eyes sparkle at the drinks.

“Of course, but you’ll have to guess which one.”

“Mmm.” You take a sip of one of the cups but shake your head as intense bitterness bites at your tongue, “Bleghh. How many shots did you put in this?”

He stifles a laugh with his hand, “Cute.” He mumbles.

…

When you exit the car, he guides you towards a bridge overlooking the city and the river.

in the middle of the bridge, he leads you to a railing and leans against it with his drink in his hands.

“You’re not going to jump, are you?” You tease.

He scoffs, but adjusts your scarf to cover your nose and ears that have gone red from the cold.

“Well, now how am I supposed to drink this cocoa with my mouth covered, Sylus?”

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out, kitten.”

I think this one turned out a little cuter than I expected, but I love it either way hahaha. I hope you enjoyed! ✧(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

-Seven

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Homesick {Sylus x Reader}

So... This one is a bit weird because it's technically x MC as well ( ‘◇’) because Y/N and MC are separate people. Anyway, just have a read lol. I hope you enjoy it either way ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

And my fault for not properly reading the World Underneath stories, but I just found out that the twins were experiments and tried to assassinate Sylus ≧◡≦

-Seven

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Was there really any point anymore?

"You don't understand, Y/N."

You loved Sylus you really did.

"MC... She makes me feel human."

But apparently, that couldn't compare to MC.

When he told you that MC had been his lover in his past life, and every other life, you didn't believe him.

"Sylus, surely, you can come up with a better excuse than that?" Was your first response after just having bared your feelings to him.

In such a vulnerable moment, surely, he wouldn't be so cruel as to play with your feelings like this, right?

"I appreciate the creativity, I do," you cradle your temples in one hand, "But all you had to say was that you don't like me back."

You really don't know what compelled you to confess in the first place.

You had been so content just being with Sylus, Mephisto and the twins - your little family.

It didn't feel like that at first.

After all, you were taught never to trust anyone in the N109 zone, but they picked you up off the street half dead and patched you back up.

And from then on, you never left.

So why did you have to confess...Now of all times?

Maybe it was some sort of possessiveness.

The more MC got closer to Sylus, to Mephisto, the twins... the more you felt like a tiger whose territory was being encroached upon.

She had your hackles raised and everything, and eventually, she pushed you into a corner with no escape other than to get devoured.

She walked straight past you and got so close in such a short time.

What made her so different? Because she was his lover in a past life?

Maybe you didn't understand after all

"Must you love her in this life as well?" You mumbled the words, but of course, Sylus heard them

He looked at you like you grew another head, like the idea of anything else was unfathomable.

You simply clicked your tongue and walked away.

Pursing such futility is madness.

❖· ────── · ·

Now at Onychinus' base, you realise just how much you've made this place your home.

As you're walking around the base, you pick up your throw blanket with little crows from the sofa; then the custom controller the twins got you from the games room. You've tucked your spare windbreaker from the coatroom over your arm. And in your drawer, you spot a piece of card paper - Sylus' birthday card.

One that you never gave him… because MC did it first. After all, she was the one who found out Sylus' actual birthday.

Although… You were more than content to celebrate it every day of April with the twins, but…

Anyway, you run your hand over the texture of the paper and tuck it back into the drawer.

You can leave this one behind. Maybe it'll reach it's rightful owner someday.

But… now, you've also realised just how much she's made this her home as well.

A mess of Pile It Up blocks here; a can of cat food for the stray cats there.

You shake your head and do one final walk around the base.

You come to a stop in front of Sylus' room.

With a deep sigh, you quickly place your belongings on a nearby table and open the door.

Just one more time… you say to yourself

Your eyes flit around the dark room. All black and red decor except… Colourful stuffies and meow badges lining his shelves.

You clench your hands and let out a shaky breath. You rush to leave the room pulling the door closed with a soft click.

Just as you're gathering your things, you hear voices from the hallway.

Your hand immediately goes to the holster on your waist.

"I told you so! The bossman was with miss hunter! Mephisto was there too, we didn’t need to worry."

Your body goes lax. It's just the twins.

"Oh hey! Y/N's here, Kieran."

Kieran comes from behind Luke after having locked the door, and you muster up the best smile you can.

"Hey." It comes out weaker than you'd like. Almost a whisper.

You clear your throat. They've got the worst timing, you think

"What's all this, sis?" Luke rhymes.

Kieran lets out a soft chuckle, "Yeah, you movin' out or something?"

You smile a little, just to ward away the tears that are building up in your eyes, "Yeah, I can't have all my stuff lying around." You lift your arms and motion to all your things, "The big boss scolded me last time, remember? Something about not leaving a trace, right?" You pretend to think and act like you hadn’t learnt your lesson, "Or was it just to keep the base tidy? Oh well."

Luke brings a hand up to his face and pretends to look around the place, "Hmm? I don’t know what you're talking about. I don’t see anything here. It’s squeaky clean."

You laugh and take a few steps to nudge him with your shoulder and he grins.

"Anyway, I can't stay for long," You say, "I just came to fetch these."

Their shoulders droop a little, "Aww."

You place your things back onto the table and open your arms to the boys.

Kieran comes first, "We just got here and you’re leaving already?”

“Yeah,” You say and squeeze your arms around him tighter, “I’m gonna go home.” You release him and move to Luke.

“But you are home,” Luke’s voice is muffled in your shoulder.

“My real home, dummy.” You release him and turn to your things, “I’m gonna sleep in my own bed for once, without having to hear the both of you yelling at video games.” You tease.

“You can’t even stay for a round of Interstellar Warfare? We want the spaceship upgrades to beat Boss.”

You shake your head as you gather your things, “Not even for a round, Luke, I’m sorry.”

When you turn around, they’re quiet… brooding little chicks; your little brothers.

“Oh,” You sigh and free up one of your arms, “I know, I know,” You coo, “Being away from your family - your big sister - will be too much.” you tease as you reach under Luke’s mask to pinch at his cheek.

He turns away with a “Tch.”

“We saw each other yesterday, and the day before! Why are you two pouting like this, hmm?” You ask

Maybe they felt that something was wrong. That something was changing. Maybe their hearts knew that they weren’t going to see you again after today.

But you’ve already made up your mind.

“Ok, I have to go.” You pat Kieran’s cheek over the mask, “Stay safe.”

You turn back to Luke, “And you,” you point to him, “Don’t cause too much trouble.” you pat his cheek too.

They just give you an exasperated sigh, but you can almost see their smiles behind the mask, “Of course, little boss.” They say in unison.

“Oh yeah, tell the big boss that I took that M-38 from the armoury, actually, wait, maybe don’t. He might get mad.” You wink and stick your tongue out.

They make a zipping motion above their mouths and you smile.

You walk towards the front door and they follow behind you like lost puppies. You never would have thought that they ever attempted to assassinate Sylus. It makes you chuckle at how close they’ve gotten.

As you exit, you turn around to say “Make sure you feed Mephisto all those nuts and bolts that mess up his gears!”

They smirk from the front door.

“I love you both!” You plop your things into the back seat and stick your head out, “Good bye…” you give them a soft wave and their smirks drop.

You just duck into your car and drive away.

Being away from your family really may be too much.

❖· ────── · ·

After that day, you took every effort to change your name, your appearance…everything. Not a single trace of who you were before.

I guess that’s one thing that you’ve learnt from Sylus.

You used to help track people down with him, having learnt and even executed each and every one of his methods yourself. So, fortunately, making a counter to them was easy.

Now days, you were living a quiet life tucked away in the country side with a big plot of land, a few animals and a garden.

But still, your heart wasn’t there.

Even with your new lover, something was missing.

…

Today, you’ve gone to visit the markets by the beach with your lover.

You’ve wandered off to look at the stalls while he stayed in line to order some food.

You didn’t have to worry about leaving him by himself. For once you were glad that you don’t have to constantly look over your shoulder.

You’ve done well to take that target off your back.

In the midst of it all, you’ve somehow wandered all the way to the seaside.

With the waves lapping at the shore; the sun high in the sky and the gulls calling from above.

It was a rare sight back in the N109 zone; Something as beautiful and serene as this.

But you’re glad… As much as you miss it, you’re glad.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath, salty air meeting your senses.

You hear footfalls behind you…your lover, you think.

Although a little heavier than usual… must be the sand.

“You’re a hard one to find, kitten.”

Chills.

All the way down your spine.

Your body whips around - all the years of training still very much engrained in your body.

“How…”

Your eyes are wide as Sylus stands in front of you.

Your breath hitches in your throat and your heart’s racing out of your ribs.

Nonchalantly, he swipes a finger across his lips, “Well, You happened to keep all your pin codes and passwords with some variety of 0418 or 1804 - My birthday.”

You swallow thickly. Is this what it’s like to be on the other end of Sylus’ wrath?

But he’s right, most of your passwords were some variety of his birthday. Some stubborn part of you not wanting to let go of your past and now it’s come back to bite you.

But you didn’t want to forget him. Never.

“And,” he continues, “You also sold that M-38…” He takes a step towards you, “The only one in the world.”

You curse in your head and take a step back to keep your distance. Careless.

“I’ll have to give it to you, it still took me longer than I would have like to find you.” He hand reaches for your wrist, “Why did you do it?”

Snapping back to reality at his touch, you push him away, “It doesn’t matter.” You shake your head, “Go back to Linkon or Onichynus - wherever you’re staying these days.”

“The twins miss you.”

You freeze at his words.

You’re so selfish.

“Mephisto won’t stop plucking out his feathers.”

Hurting your family like this.

“Stop.” You mumble.

To Sylus or to yourself, you don’t quite know.

From a distance, you hear your fake name being called by your lover.

It pulls you out of your daze and you turn to his voice to rid your mind of Sylus.

Sylus doesn’t miss the way your eyes soften when they reach the man across the beach.

“Who might that be, sweetie?”

You turn back to him with a cold hard glare, “Like. I . Said.” You enunciate every word, “It doesn’t matter.” You push at Sylus’ arm, “Go back.”

“No, no.” Sylus chuckles,” I would like to meet him. Is this the man you’re working for now?”

“Sylus.” You bite out a warning.

He meets your hard gaze but then smirks smugly and begins to walk towards your lover.

“Sylus!” You call out, trying and failing to catch his arm.

His strides are much bigger than yours.

“Sylus! Stop!” You just barely catch the back of his coat and tug at it.

“I insist. He must be a impressive man for you to have left Onichynus.”

You rush to get in front of him, “Sylus, stop! Please!” your voice breaks as you hold your hands out to block him. “Please, just stop.”

Sylus falters as he sees your eyes glisten with tears. He merely looks at you and you take the opportunity to speak.

“I cut myself off from you… and the twins. From Onichynus for a reason.” Your chest heaves as you speak, “It was the hardest decision I’ve ever made in my life - To leave my family - my heart -behind.” The wind bites at your wet cheeks but you continue, “So please. Please, just let me live peacefully.”

Sylus is wide-eyed at your confession and at your tear-streaked face. Almost as much as he was when you confessed your feelings to him.

Your lover calls your name once more and he’s jogging towards the two of you after seeing the altercation from a distance.

You take quick steps away from Sylus, leaving him frozen in his spot.

It takes all of your willpower not to look back at Sylus. You have to remind yourself that you’re looking ahead. To your future in front of you. You can’t go back no matter how much your heart yearns to.

Your lover meets you halfway and wraps an arm around your shoulders, “Are you okay, pumpkin?”

You nod despite the tears and wrap your arm around his waist, “Yeah… Yeah, I will be.”

“Who was that?” He asks taking a quick glance back at Sylus.

“I don’t know.”

"He seems to know you.”

“I don’t know him anymore.”

“Okay, okay.” He yields,” Let’s get you home, darling.”

So... How are we feeling? \ (•◡•) /

Let me know what you thought about it, I've never really written one where MC and reader and separate people, but I like the overall idea so I thought I may as well write it haha ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-Seven

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The Fox's Den {Sylus x Reader}

This just kinda...spilled out of my brain... It started off as a few paragraphs and then spiraled into this, but uh, enjoy.

FAIR WARNING!!! THIS IS INCREDIBLY LONG, I MIGHT HAVE TO SPLIT IT INTO PARTS ACTUALLY IDK

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-Seven

You’re finishing some paperwork at HQ when Jenna slides a manila folder on your desk.

“Advance tech labs has another mission for you.” She says and crosses her arms over her chest, “Hear them out first. Then go take a look.”

As if on cue, your watch beeps with a notification.

You click on it and the mission’s user interface window pops up.

Client: Unspecified - Investigative mission Status: ACTIVE Authorisation: Approved entry - No Hunt Zones: 105, 106, 107, 108

Task details: High-class Linkon residents have been seen carrying protocores to Fox’s Den, a host club, on the outskirts of Linkon. There are suspicions that the club is being used as a trading venue to sell and modify high-grade protocores into the N109 zone.

Objective: INVESTIGATE Fox’s Den FOR PROTOCORE SMUGGLERS. DO NOT ENGAGE OR ELIMINATE SUSPECTS. THIS IS AN INVESTIGATION ONLY.

As you re-read the objectives, Jenna speaks once more, “Have a look through this folder before heading to the Data Sector. ” She places her hand above the folder, “Nero and Tara are waiting there with some more information for you.”

You give her a small nod, “Yes, Captain. Will do.”

You do as you’re told and flick through the contents of the folder.

“Huh, the address is near the N109 zone?” You whisper.

Sylus has a safe house near there, I think.

It’ll be easier to complete the mission if you could crash there every now and then.

I’ll ask him when I have the chance.

There’s a few photos of the club tucked into the folder and from what you can see, it’s quite luxurious.

Entering the club shouldn’t be a problem with the brooch Sylus gave me. Hmmm. I might need to visit Jeremiah some time soon to forge another identity.

You sift through a few more pages and a photo catches your eye. It’s of a blonde woman with a hunter’s uniform and badge but stamped across the page is the word ‘TENEBRA’ in bold red lettering.

“Hmmm,” You hum as you read the sticky note attached, “If encountered, detain immediately? Who is this?”

What had she done to be labelled a Tenebra?

With that thought in mind, you think to your own situation.

Your involvement with Sylus is more than enough grounds to label you a Tenebra, but you brush that thought aside quickly.

“MC?”

Your head perks up from the sound of your name and you quickly press the folder to your chest, “Oh! Tara… Nero. I was just leaving to see you guys, actually.”

“About the case, right? Isn’t it interesting?” Tara grins, “But, yes we came here instead because Nero thinks that the Data Sector is too noisy.”

“They’re blabbing about all the time, it’s dizzying.” He retorts.

He pulls a nearby chair and motions for the two of you to come around, “Come, we’ve got work to do.”

The three of you discuss the case for a while until you ask, “Why am I being sent alone? Aren’t mission usually done in pairs?”

“Yes, well… Technically, it’s only an investigative mission, so the higher-ups don’t think we should waste resources on a mere investigation.” Nero makes quotation marks with his fingers. “You’ve got orders not to engage where possible.”

Tara leans forward to argue, “But even still, Fox’s Den is surrounded by no hunt zones! Isn’t it dangerous?”

“Yes, that’s true, and speaking of which…” He opens some tabs up on his laptop, “As I’m sure you’ve seen, you’ve been approved access to all no hunt zones surrounding the area.”

You nod, looking back at your watch and also the map that spread across the table.

“But that’s not the problem.” Nero continues, “The problem is getting into the club.”

You furrow your brows, “What?” You tilt you head, “Can’t I just go in as a client?”

He clicks his tongue, “They’ve got a very specific clientele.” He says and then draws a rectangle with his fingers, “Invite only.” He emphasises. “Did you think you could just waltz into the place?Everyday?”

You tense for a moment. I thought… with the brooch...

But you can’t tell them about the brooch; They’ll ask you how you got it. So you settle with, “I- well,” you scratch your temple, “I haven’t really thought that far yet.”

...

Your meeting with the two ended just as the sun dipped completely below the horizon

Somehow, they’ve got you a position as one of the hostesses.

You huff. You don’t know a thing about being a hostess.

To be fair, being a hostess would give you the widest variety of intel.

Never had you thought you’d be going undercover like this, but the job must be done, you suppose.

You harshly tug your helmet on and head to Sylus’ safe house on your 270HM.

If he says no, then you can just scout the area on the way back home. That way, the ride there wouldn’t have been for nothing.

“Oh! There you are, little miss hunter.”

You turn around at the voice of one of the twins. “Luke, Kieran?”

“Mephisto told us you’d be here.” Kieran says pointing to the sky where Mephisto circles above the three of you.

“Is Sylus-”

Luke responds before you can finish your question, “The boss has a important business deal, but,”

“You’re more than welcome to stay with us in the meantime.” Kieran finishes the sentence as he opens the gate.

You can almost see the grin behind his mask.

“How long will he be gone?” You ask as you walk with the twins into the house.

“It might not even be until tomorrow that you’ll see the boss.”

“If you’re lucky--” Luke starts

“--I’ve checked your luck index today, miss, you’re not.”

“Kieran!” You smack him on the shoulder

“Anyway,” Luke starts again, “As I was saying, if you’re lucky, he might be done by midnight.”

…

Well now, it’s way past midnight and the boys have convinced you to play card games as you wait. From old maid, to kitty cards, to Big 2.

Eventually, they pull out another deck of cards with haphazardly drawn crows. - “We’ve invented our own version!”

Your brows furrow.

“Crow Cards!” They say in unison.

You’re speechless. You shake your head with a chuckle, but oblige them regardless.

It isn’t long before Kieran has passed out on the couch and you can tell that Luke isn’t too far either.

“Luke, why don’t we get you and your brother to sleep?” You suggest.

“Yeah,” He yawns and give you a nod, “but Kieran can sleep here on the floor.” He snorts, but goes to haul him up anyways.

“I can use one of the spare rooms, right?” You ask

“Of course. The boss has even gotten spare clothes specifically for you in every house. They should just be in the closet of the en suite.” He points to one of the doors, “That one is your room.”

It didn’t take very long after your head hit the pillows that you drifted off into a shallow sleep

Just as the sunlight begins peaking through the horizon, Sylus enters into the safehouse

Mephisto is cawing at him incessantly.

“What has you so worked up?” He frowns.

“CAW!”

Sylus walks through to the main area and sees cards strewn across the floor.

He examines them, seeing the poorly drawn crows, and looks to Mephisto, “What?” Sylus raises an eyebrow at Mephisto, “You led me here because Luke and Kieran made you look like roadkill on these cards?”

Mephisto shakes his head and pecks the cards out of Sylus’ hand. He pitter-patters to the door of the en suite and lightly pecks at it

Sylus’ frown deepens but he follows after him.

And there you were - laying on your stomach atop the sheets.

He lets out a small chuckle, “Tsk tsk, kitten,” he shakes his head, “You’ll catch a cold at this rate.”

He gently turns you so he can lift you up into his arms.

With his Evol, he untucks the sheets and lays down with you in his arms.

You have your head on his chest and legs entangled with his own.

With all the movement, you lift your head blink your eyes open, “Hi.” You whisper.

“I didn’t expect to see you here, kitten.”

You plop your head back down onto his chest, “Yeah, I wanted-” you yawn, “I wanted to ask you something.”

“Oh? You’re asking me for a favour? How unusual.”

You only hum in response and close your eyes again.

For a moment, he thinks that seeing you in the sunrise makes the sunlight a little more bearable.

“What is it that you need, sweetie?” he asks, brushing his lips against the top of your head.

“The location of my mission is near this house.”

“And?” he shoots you a smug smile, “What is it exactly that you’re asking, Dove?”

You narrow your eyes at him, “I’m asking if I can stay here for a little while.”

He chuckles and gently swipes at the space between your brows, “Do you know what you look like right now?” he asks, “A kitten with a temper.”

You untangle yourself from his grasp, “Screw you.”

It quite futile since you end up in his arms once more.

“What mission is so important that the hunter’s association would send you into the N109 zone?” He asks.

“One,” You put your pointer finger up, “It's near the N109 zone. And two,” You lift another finger, “Apparently, there’s some shady trading of high-grade protocores.”

“Hah, when is there not?” He chuckles.

You quickly brush his question aside, “But you’ll let me stay, won’t you?” You pout for good measure.

“I never trade for a loss, dove.” He taps a finger on his temple. “What are you planning to give me in exchange?”

“Um…” You contemplate on the question. “I'll trade any protocores I find that I think may be of use to you?” Your intonation makes it sound more like a question than a statement.

“What makes you think that I don’t already have access to such protocores, sweetheart?” He shifts to lay on his side with his head propped up by his arm.

That’s true. What could you possibly offer to a man who already has everything in the palm of his hand?

You glance up at him, “Well, then… truthfully, there’s nothing I can give you.”

I guess he won’t let me stay after all.

One of the corners of his lips tilt upwards into a smirk, “There is…” he pauses as he procures a piece of paper with his Evol, “Something you can give me.”

You take the paper and frown as you read the contents, “Isn’t this that restaurant by the river? The one with the orchids?”

“Mmm.” He hums in agreement.

“What could I possibly give you there, Sylus?” You ask

He chuckles, “Well, it’s quite simple, really.” He leans forward to whisper in your ear, “I want you to stay with me… Until the moon is high above our heads”

His voice is so close to your ears that you have to turn away

“I want your time.”

A few days have gone by since your…encounter with Sylus.

Now you’re face-to-face with the owner of the club.

He has his hand grabbing the lower half of your face, turning it side to side.

You grit your teeth. Keep it together for the mission, MC. You say to yourself.

“She’ll fetch a hefty price from the clients, that’s for sure.” He chuckles

He almost throws you towards a woman who has a comb and spray bottle in hand.

“Another?” She asks

“Get her ready.” He says as he begins to walk towards the bar where the guests are, “I want her ready for service by the end of the week, Stella.”

The woman, Stella, as you’ve learned, rolls her eyes and grabs you by the arm.

She drags you across to one of the clothing racks and pulls various clothes up to your body. She takes some off, and others she returns.

Your eyes wander as you stay still, and for a brief moment, you see a blonde woman in a red dress, strutting towards the exit.

“Tenebra?” You mumble

“What?” Stella raises her brow.

“Huh? Oh, I was asking If I’ll need to wear a bra.” You gulp hoping she’ll believe your cover-up

She stares at you for a moment but then continues to find you a dress.

After a while, she’s finished with your make up and has given you a run-down of the rules.

“For tonight, you’ll be staying with me.” She says as she walks towards the exit

You scramble after her. You barely catch yourself from bumping into her as she abruptly turns around to address you.

“Keep close and don’t wander. Do you understand?”

You nod, “Yes.”

She wraps a red band across your wrist with ease, “This bracelet means that you’re off limits for the mean time.” She grips your wrist and squeezes, “So I suggest you keep it on your wrist even if your life depends on it. You won’t have this luxury for long.”

What have I gotten myself into?

You spend that night observing each and every one of the hostesses and clients.

Memorising faces, names, voices. Anything.

As the week ends, you’re back at the safe house trying to piece all the information you have so far.

You’re hunched over the coffee table with papers scattered about. Some of which you’ve scrunched up and have unintentionally made into Mephisto’s playthings.

You huff.

Everything looks normal, but clearly that’s not the case if HA has sent you here. They wouldn’t have sent you here if there wasn’t some concrete evidence of a covert operation.

Sylus stops cleaning his gun and smiles as you frown. The bastard.

You huff once more and rub your temples.

“You look as if you’re going into a grand battle.” He chuckles and leans back into the sofa.

“I feel like I’ve gotten nowhere!” You throw your hands into the air.

He carefully returns the gun to it’s case and settles himself on the floor next to you, “Talk to me.” He pulls the pen from your hands and spreads the papers across the table, “We can figure it out together.” He glances at you with the smallest of smiles.

A couple of weeks have gone by and you’ve gotten better at acting as a hostess.

You find that a lot of these clients have a very loose lips - ever so willing to give information with so little incentive

Today, you’re cozied up with a client, your legs in their lap, and an arm wrapped around one of theirs.

You grin internally as he continues to talk about all the protocores he could offer you.

“Oh?” You say sultrily, drawing circles on his arm.

YUCK

“Oh, I do, baby.”

EUUUGHHH

You’re trying your best to suppress a scowl.

“I could give you all -”

You glance up at him as he stops mid-sentence.

Your gaze shifts from his face to the mirror behind him where your eyes meet Sylus’s intense gaze.

What is he going here?

Sylus nonchalantly walks over to the two of you and the room has gone still.

“And who might this be, sweetie?” He glowers at the man, but his question is directed to you.

You open your mouth to reply, but the man beat you to it, “Mr Sylus, I’m-”

"I didn’t ask you.” He says sharply.

“Sylus, what are you doing here?” Your grip around the man loosens and you quickly shift your legs to plant your heels on the floor.

“Well… Sweetie.” He emphasises the endearment as he pulls you from the other man’s lap, “I’m here for you,” He pulls you to his chest

Without another word, he tugs you into one of the private rooms.

With the momentum, you fall to the loveseat in the middle of the room.

“Sylus!”

“When you said you had a mission here, I assumed you were going in as a client.” He locks the door and makes his way to you, “Not a hostess.” He narrows his eyes as he traps you between his outstretched arms on the loveseat.

“Why does it matter?” You glare back at him, “I’m still getting the information I need.”

“You realise that I could get you all that information in the blink of an eye, right?”

You know that. You do. He never lets you forget. Head of Onychinus. King of the N109 zone.

But what does that say about you?

Always relying on someone else to do things.

Always relying on Xavier on missions. Even Rafayel helped you at The Nest. Zayne’s always taking care of your health, and now Sylus, too.

When had you ever truly done anything yourself?

You grit your teeth, “Look.” You say as you muster up all your courage to glare at him, “I appreciate the help, but I’m not some dove that needs saving.” You push at his chest, “I can do this on my own.”

He yields as you push him until both of you are standing.

“I can’t just rely on you for everything,” You say.

Tenebra - the word plants itself at the forefront of your mind

His chest heaves as he looks at you, but he doesn’t speak.

“What am I supposed to say to the association?” You walk towards the door but look back at him with a soft smile, “They’ll label me a Tenebra for even breathing the same air as you, remember? We can’t have that now, can we?”

He takes a hold of your wrist. “You know I’d never let that happen.”

“Mmm.” You shake your head, “I know, but even then… I want to be able to proudly say that I was able to do a mission with my own strength.”

He doesn’t say anything, so you shrug your hand away from his hold.

“So,” You place you hand on the door knob, “Let me do this on my own, Sylus.”

As you leave, he deflates onto the loveseat with a sigh.

As much as it stings that you don’t want to rely on him, he understands what you’re trying to say.

You’ve gone many days without seeing Sylus, not even at the safe house.

At the host club, you return to your dressing room with the brightest smile, you’d think your face would split in half.

That drunk client spilled all the beans. They are smuggling protocores through this host club. He mentioned a warehouse south from here, in the no hunt zone. Luckily Jenna authorised your entry into that zone. You’ll have to check it out after you leave the club.

As you exit, your watch beeps, “Huh? Wanderers? This far from the no hunt zone?”

Your hands settle at the hilts of your hands guns strapped to either thigh.

With vigilant eyes, you scan your surroundings. Trees upon trees in every direction.

Taking soft and steady steps, you head deeper into the no hunt zone.

Eventually you see lights scattered throughout the tree line.

There’s a large building stood in the centre of the clearing.

As you walk closer, you hear voices. “The warehouse.” you whisper.

Then a truck whizzes past and you duck for fear of getting caught.

It drives far into the warehouse and you follow around to get a clearer view.

They seem like specs from this distance, but they’re unloading the protocores from the truck.

The impatient part of you screams to just sneak into the warehouse.

But that fire is quickly extinguished when you notice a few men patrolling the warehouse.

“I need to come back another time. With a plan.”

The next few days you observe the schedules and their protocol for receiving deliveries

You manage to sneak your way into one of the trucks as your shift ends at the host club.

In the truck, you’re shallowly breathing from the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You close your eyes to take a deep breath as the truck slows to a stop.

“This is the last one for today, boys. Let’s do this quick!” You hear a man shout.

Your hand comes up to press at your sternum. Your heart is beating right out of your chest so much so that blood is thumping in your ears.

“You think we’ve got some aether cores to sell today?���

“Tch, I wish.”

As their footsteps grow louder, you take a slow breath-

BEEP BEEP!

You gasp as your hunter’s watch detects wanderers nearby. You grasp at your wrist to dampen the noise. Hunching over, cradling your arm as it beeps again.

STOP! Please!

“What was that?”

What do I do? I’m going to get caught.

“Check it out.”

Think. Think.

From their footsteps, you can tell one of the men has walked into the truck.

THINK!

You don’t have a choice.

With a grunt, you charge at the man, shooting him in the chest, before hauling his body to cover yours as you exit the vehicle.

“INTRUDER!” the other man yells. “INTRUDER! LOCK EVERYTHING DOWN.”

Sirens blare as shots are fired in your direction. One lodges itself into your thigh. With a scream you dump the body shield and limp as best as you can out of the crossfire.

Another shot whizzes past the side of your arm. Another into your lower abdomen as you turn to shoot at them.

Before you make it to the forest, a loud roar shakes the ground and you stumble onto all fours.

A wanderer. A Hoarfrost Wyrmlord, you recognise.

It stomps it’s way towards the warehouse, likely drawn in by all the noise.

You scramble away as best as you can, but behind you are the men from the warehouse.

Your breaths have become rapid and shallow, “Where…”

The Wyrmlord locks onto you, blowing out gusts of air from it’s nostrils.

You begin shooting at the Wyrmlord but it looks unphased.

You duck for cover as it shoot icicles your way.

Protocores. You think. “You must have a shield somewhere.” you say as you peak over the metal pillar.

“You!” A foreign voice takes your attention.

The man has his gun pointed to you.

Swiftly, you kick your leg out in an attempt to disarm him, but he catches it and kicks at your other leg so that you land face first into the dirt.

For a few moments, you wrestle him until he’s got you in a choke hold.

You elbow him in his side and as his grip loosens you try to swing him over your shoulder.

But he uses the momentum to kick off of the pillar, and the action flings you backwards, and your back hits the ground with a thud.

You grunt and struggle to stand.

Before you can shoot him, a Harte Knave slashes through him.

Just as quickly, your bullets pierce though the Harte Knave and it disintegrates in dust.

Another roar shakes the ground as you and many others are pulled into a protofield.

“No!” You scream.

“Sylus!” You yell into the air.

Hoping, praying that he just might appear out of thin air.

...

“CAW!”

Meanwhile, Sylus is seated in another safehouse.

His leg is bouncing up and down.

You should have returned to the safe house hours ago, but there has been no notification of your arrival from the security system.

For every centimetre the moon rose into the sky, so did his worry.

“I appreciate the help, but I’m not some dove that needs saving.”

Your words echoed around in his mind for the past few hours.

“I can do this on my own.”

He knows that. You’re strong. He’s seen it.

“They’ll label me a Tenebra for even breathing the same air as you, remember?“

Tch.

“I can’t just rely on you for everything,”

But something was wrong.

His intuition never failed him.

“CAW! CAW!”

“Mephisto.” Sylus quickly stands and stretches his hand out for Mephisto to land on.

A holographic video pops up and Sylus sees you dropping the lifeless body and limping away into the tree line.

The screen flickers for a moment as you scream his name before you disappear into the protofield.

Even before the video ends, Sylus is rushing out to his motorcycle. He pulls up the coordinates from Mephisto’s previous location history and speeds away.

Why did I leave her by herself? Near the N109 zone nonetheless. I’m a fool.

In the protofield, the Wyrmlord is the last wanderer.

There are only a few other humans left and luckily, the Wyrmlord is beginning to stagger too.

You’ve managed to break it’s shields but you’re heavily wounded and the Wyrmlord has caused the temperature to drop so rapidly that it’s difficult to even pull the trigger.

Sylus… Please…

You know he can’t just appear into a protofield. But somehow his name on your lips gives you enough strength to continue the fight.

Out of desperation, you’ve managed to resonate with some of the Evolvers.

And with great effort, you and another Evolver deal the final blow to the Wyrmlord and you’re transported back to the warehouse.

Sirens are still blaring and the edges of your vision are fading.

“Sylus.” You whisper walking away from the warehouse.

You grunt as you slump against a sturdy tree.

The shards of ice that were lodged into your stomach have vanished along with the protofield and now your blood has begun to soak through your clothing.

With a few harsh tugs, you rip your sleeve off and press it against your wounds.

Everything hurts, but you try to slow your breathing.

Your watch beeps once more.

The adrenaline causes you to perk up at the thought of more wanderers.

WARNING! Critically low blood pressure - severe blood loss. Coordinates have been sent to the nearest Hunter’s Association field lab.

When you wake next, the room is too bright for your eyes to adjust.

You blink and raise a hand to your face to block the light.

Glancing around, you notice it’s like any other bedroom.

You groan as you sit up.

Looking down at yourself, you see the faint outline of multiple gauze pads from underneath your top.

You limp out of the room, using the wall to take most of your weight.

You flinch as you feel a tap on your shoulder, hands immediately going to where your guns would have been.

“Relax, Kitten.” Sylus says, with both his hands up in the air, “I’m just trying to help you.” He begins to lower his hands.

“Sylus…” You croak from the dryness of your throat.

You could do nothing but stare. Was this real?

You were hyperventilating a little, and he’s never really seen you so high-strung.

“You’re safe.” He says as he slowly cups the side of your face.

“Sylus… I…”

He lowers his forehead to yours and you visibly relax.

“You’re safe with me, sweetheart.” He repeats the phrase as he gathers you into his chest.

“I won’t let you go ever again.” He whispers. “Never again.”

I told you it was long XD. I had fun though. If you guys like it, I don't mind fully fleshing this out into chapters. I really enjoyed writing this one actually.

|| Masterlist ||

-Seven

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Without You {LnDs boys i.e. The LADS x Reader}

So i woke up one morning with this on my mind and couldn't help myself :D

I died making it ಥ_ಥ, but enjoy XD

-Seven

|| Masterlist ||

Something is wrong… So very wrong

the briefing said that this mission was, at best, a C grade mission.

“You’ll be in an out before you know it.”

“Just a clean-up job, really.”

“Think of it as a little break.”

but ever since you and your squad mates stepped foot into this factory, you couldn’t help but feel as if you were being watched… stalked

one of the other hunters use their evol to light your way

In the dim light, you squint, waiting for your eyes to adjust

It reveals rows and rows of multi-storey shelves lining the large room.

Your eyes can’t help but flicker to any- and everything in the room. You just can’t seem to shake off that feeling that there are eyes on you

But you brush it off - it’s probably because it’s dark and we know there are wanderers lurking here somewhere

As you go deeper into the building, you see figures sprawled out on the floor

People?

You walk a few paces ahead of your squad mates to get a closer look, They might be some of the workers. Are they hurt?

“Hey, MC! Don’t go too far ahead, we still don’t know where the wanderers are.”

You turn back to your squad mates, “I think there are people over there,” You point to the figures on the ground, “Can you see it? They might be some of the workers.”

They catch up to you and peer into the darkness, “Yeah, we should call for medical assistance.” one of them lift their wrist to access their watch.

As you get closer, you realise that they weren’t humans but rather the corpses of wanderers

Instantly, the hairs on your arms and nape stand on end

Upon seeing this, one of the members asks, “They haven’t sent anyone else to do the job, right?”

Another chuckles, “Maybe Xavier came and finished it off for us.”

Your brows furrow, “No…”

They turn to you for an explanation.

“He’s stuck at HQ, he needed to renew his hunter’s license but he hadn’t finished any of the paperwork. Jenna forbade him from taking on any missions.”

They look at one another, smiles quickly fading.

“Something - or someone - “ you emphasise, “has killed all of these wanderers.”

One of your squad members, dons a glove and kneels down next to one of the corpses, “Their protocores…” Her hand hovers over the centre of the wanderer, motioning to where the protocore is usually found, “They’ve been…pulled out.” She looks at you with concern written all over her features, “Forcefully.” She adds

Your brows pinch, “Let’s get out of here and contact HQ.” You make a quick decision, not wanting to continue with a mission that was potentially out of your team’s depth.

The others turn around to exit, but you stay back as the the girl gathers her things

From far away, a glimmer on one of the top shelves catches your eye - A silhouette moves just out of your view

It looked too human to be a wanderer, but how could anyone be up that high with no equipment in sight?

From behind you, a thud resonates around the building - one of your team mates has been shot down.

Your head whizzes to where the shot came from, and again, that humanoid silhouette shuffles just out of sight

As your eyes adjust more to the darkness, you see the figure is taking languid steps towards you

As it steps into the light, you see that he has a crossbow poised and aimed at you!

Swiftly, you aim at his chest, but the adrenaline makes your hand tremble - your shot misses, but it hits his crossbow.

The impact was enough for him to drop it, and it falls to the floor

From that high up, the fall was more than enough to shatter the weapon into pieces.

“Oh, come on.” The voice resounds in your ears as if he was right next to you.

As he tilts his head to the ceiling and whines, you use the opportunity to usher your team mates out, “GO!” You shout, “Get to the exit!” You say, waving them over towards you.

The voice speaks again, “I liked that one, you know!”

In a flash, the man’s on the ground, having dropped multiple stories without harm - the kind of scene you see in movies

“What…” You’re taken aback, steps faltering.

“Well, it doesn’t matter. Your friend over there,” He points to the one he shot down, “has left a pretty, little rifle, just for me.”

At this comment, dread spreads throughout your body

With a scream, one of your team mates has made a full sprint towards the exit.

But having stayed back with the other girl, you’re too far away to run from him now.

You scan your surroundings and on your left is a wooden table.

You flip it on its side and hide behind it for cover.

You know it won’t do much against a rifle, but it’s all you’ve got.

Peeking out from the table, you see him stretch his arm out towards the gun and it flies towards him and into his grasp.

A loud bang from the gunshot makes you duck for cover, and soon another one of your members has fallen to the floor, a few metres shy from the exit.

He laughs and imitates the thud of your squad member falling to the floor.

It sets your anger ablaze and with all the courage you could muster, you shoot at the man before ducking back behind the table.

It drew his attention to you, and for a split second, as his cold, dark eyes met yours, your body was numb, completely frozen in it’s spot.

His skin was pale - lighter than the indigo that most wanderers have, but it has the unmistakeable stone-like texture of a wanderer

Your vision goes dark for a moment, and you collapse onto the floor, knees buckling underneath you

He purposefully fires at the table and lets out a hearty laugh when you scream

How is this possible? Was he the one that killed all those wanderers? You heard of reports of self-aware wanderers but he was more than just self-aware, he was toying with you.

From behind the table you hear his footstep drawing near.

Faster.

and Faster.

The sounds draws closer.

You bolt out from behind the table with your twin pistols aimed in his direction, but in the split second that you do, he has telepathically pulled the table to cover your shots before flinging it in your direction

You scamper backwards and carelessly fire a few more rounds in an attempt to distract him as you compose yourself, but the bullets stop inches from his body and clatter to the ground

All the while, he is striding closer and closer and closer

Your breathing goes ragged and you aim at him, but your gun just clicks. clicks. clicks.

Out of ammo already?! It can’t be. Is he jamming it?

In a blink, he has gathered a dagger from his waist, spinning it along his fingers before swiping at you.

The metal met your warm flesh before you could even gasp.

Your body drops to the floor and everything goes dark

All you can hear is your squad mates’ screams amongst the wanderer’s wicked laughter.

Sylus ❖· ────── · ·

Was the first to find out

He had Mephisto tailing you in secret - He knows you would have scolded him if your colleagues caught even a glimpse of the crow

It wasn’t long after the first gunshot that Mephisto flew back to Sylus, but it was too late by the time they arrived at the factory

From your location, it seemed that you were on your way to Akso Hospital

...

The next morning, the news spread like a wildfire throughout Linkon - Your name having come up as one of the the casualties

“Last night, three hunters have unexpectedly lost their lives to what the Hunter’s Association are calling ‘An intelligent wanderer’. Another two are in critical condition, but are expected to make a full recovery…”

A few days later, Sylus has been mulling about in the base. He has so much anger directed at himself, but it was incredibly unreasonable anger

One that said why wasn’t he there with you? Why wasn’t he fast enough? Why didn’t he just let Mephisto tag along? Why hadn’t he finished that custom crow that he promised? Why? Why? Why?

With all these thoughts clouding his mind, Sylus spends more time in the boxing gym, needing something to relieve his restlessness

With all this anger, Luke and Kieran have begun to walk on eggshells around him. There was an unsettling tension whenever they were with Sylus

Whilst this atmosphere was great when making business deals in the N109 zone, it set them on edge.

When you were here, there were sides of the bossman that they had never seen. Ones, they realised, that only you were capable of bringing out.

Mephisto began acting differently too. He would be too quiet, not even a single caw. He would stay on his perch as if he was tied down and unable to fly.

It isn’t long before Sylus tried to distract himself by trying to “fix” Mephisto. He would give him upgrades or take out the ones that he had made specifically for you.

But recently, Mephisto is shut down, splayed out on the workstation with screws and bolts scattered around him

Sylus has lost the motivation to fix him. Always saying to himself that, maybe he will find the time to do it tomorrow.

OHHHH his sleep schedule would be so messed up… I mean, it already was since he was nocturnal, but now he wakes up at the most random times but more often than not, he finds himself sleeping as the moon took its place high in the sky

bro went back to default settings because of you

He would wake up in a cold sweat, or simply just cold.

His body was so used to your warmth, but now it’s gone… You’re gone.

When he wakes, his hand subconsciously reaches out to the space beside him, but it’s empty

Your presence was sapped away from the base, save for a few little trinkets you’d left - A Pile It Up block here, or a kitty badge there, a few plushies that lined Sylus’ shelves

His eyes drift to his nightstand where the sketch from the vendor at the New Year’s market was framed and regret spreads through him

he was always so hell bent on removing any trace from his bases, including yours, so now all that’s left are memories of you stored in useless trinkets

Had he become too overconfident in your Evol linkage? Why didn’t he think that it could be broken? Did your curse not apply in this lifetime?

Although, he had seen your death many times before, he had always been confident that fate would bring you together over and over again, but for once in his life he began to doubt that he would ever see you again

Zayne ❖· ────── · ·

Was at work when he found out.

It was late at night and he was the on-call surgeon for that day.

He was at the nurse’s station requesting an ECG to be done on one of his patients when a commotion happens at the front entrance

There’s a team of people pulling in a stretcher - He recognises their uniforms as the first responder’s team of the HA

Like clockwork, he gets ready to see what the situation is, asking the team what happened

“Gunshot wound, Dr. Zayne, it’s lodged in his—”

“Dr. Zayne!” someone calls out to him and he sees a few more stretchers being pulled into the emergency unit.

He quickly turns back to the man before, “Get him to operating room 1.” He motions to his right where the operating theatres were, before heading to the nurse that called him

When he looks down at the next stretcher, he see you with gauze pressed to your neck and another at your chest

His heart turns to ice at the sight

“—Knife wound — like her heart’s been pulled — Dr. — Dr Zayne!”

He snaps out of his trance, “Get her to OR 2. Now!”

He’s hurrying all available personnel into OR 2, He turns to one of the nurses, “Call the anaesthetist, I’ll operate on her first.”

The nurses stops him, “Sir, you can’t just play favou—”

Coldly, he turns to her, “I’m not. A wound to the neck and chest with this much bleeding could mean her artery has ruptured.”

Despite his steady words, the nurses can tell that he’s frantic. Truthfully, this is the most urgent that anyone has ever seen him.

In the operating room, the nurse is helping Zayne scrub in.

Moments later, another surgeon walks into the room with Yvonne.

“Dr. Zayne, unscrub and get out.” The older man orders.

Zayne looks at him incredulously, “I beg your pardon.”

“I’ll take over from here, son.”

Yvonne takes a few steps forward and tugs on his wrist, “Dr. Zayne, you’re not thinking straight right now. You’re not in any condition to operate on her.” Yvonne explains and begins nudging him out of the OR.

“No, I’m perfectly fine.” Zayne resists and Yvonne has to use all her weight to push him out.

Zayne moves back inch by inch, watching at the more senior surgeon begins donning his gown and gloves to operate on you.

“No, let me assist in the surgery!” His tone has raised and he struggling against Yvonne’s efforts to push him out.

“I can’t let you do that, doctor.” She and another doctor are blocking Zayne’s way, restraining his arms.

“At least, let me sit in! I need to see her.” Zayne pleads to Yvonne, “Please!”

Yvonne’s eyes melt with pity, but she shakes her head, “I can’t.” She pushes more, “You know it’s hospital policy not to operate on those you are close with. You could lose your license by going in there, Zayne!” She reasons with him.

It takes him a whole hour to settle down enough to not enter the OR. Nevertheless, he paces the hall, and when he sits he bounces his leg and bites his knuckles

…

The next time Zayne wakes, the sun has risen. He blinks to adjust to the bright lights, “Where is she?” He mumbles into the air.

“Dr. Zayne!” It’s Greyson this time.

“Where is she?” Zayne repeats

Greyson averts his gaze and solemnly shakes his head, “She… didn’t make it.”

Zayne bolts upright, “What?!” For a moment anger flickers wildly in his mind, “This is why I should have been the one to oper—”

“Dr. Zayne!” Greyson reprimands him, disregarding Zayne’s medical superiority over him.

…

For the next few days, Zayne finishes his rostered week of work.

Although, he is generally seen as cool, calm and collected, now, it’s more of an indifference. Almost as if he was only there physically whilst his mind was somewhere far away.

He would be more distracted, lost in thought. Sometimes it would seem as if he was frozen in time.

When he snaps back to reality. He’s in his offices and in his palm a jasmine made of ice.

He closes his fist and crushes the flower, a painful reminder of each of your deaths that he has experienced before.

Not long after, the usually hard-working Dr. Zayne uses up ALL of his annual leave to stay cooped up in his home.

When the staff hear of the news, they send a few gifts to him. They’ve never seen him so withdrawn.

He probably starts eating so terribly, either skipping meals or binging on sweets, because you’re not there to keep him in check

He probably gets sick, both from not taking care of himself, but also as a manifestation of his grief

When he gets really bad, he loses control of his Evol and he thinks that maybe soon, if it takes over completely, he could see you again.

Grayson visits a few times and mentions how Zayne’s patients are doing well and they’re thanking him for his good work

And as selfish as it sounds, all it does is make Zayne wonder, what’s the point?

He became a cardiac surgeon in this lifetime with the hope that he could help you with the Aether core in your heart, but what’s left if you’re no longer here?

Rafayel ❖· ────── · ·

We all know Rafayel hates waiting, and I imagine that you were meant to meet up with him after your mission

but…you never came

He had heard the news about the new wanderer, but he hadn’t stayed long enough to hear that you were one of the casualties. It never even crossed him mind.

so when the day comes for you to meet him, he’s at his studio waiting…waiting…waiting

at this point his phone is going off but he hasn’t bothered checking the notifications. It was probably from Thomas anyways.

but then he begins to think

what if one of those messages were from you? saying that you were busy or something and couldn’t meet with him

maybe she forgot…

I’ll message her now >:( poor bbg

Just as he pulls out his phone, the doorbell rings

his face lights up at the thought of you. He’ll forgive you this time, he guesses

Swinging the door open, he’s not met with the sight of your smile or your sheepish apology for being late, but his manager, Thomas

What a let-down

He blows a raspberry and sighs, turning away from Thomas to walk into the studio

He scratches his head, ready to have his ears fall off from Thomas’ nagging, but there’s only silence

And from the doorway, Thomas stands looking at the ground, mouth opening and closing

“What’s the problem? You look like a fish with your mouth like that.” Rafayel chuckles, but something at the back of his mind tells him something is wrong

Thomas doesn’t know how to break the news to Rafayel, he knows doing so would absolutely break him (keep in mind Thomas doesn’t know that MC reincarnated before)

“I… MC…” Thomas can’t seem to find the words to say, “Rafayel, she passed away in the hospital late last night.”

“Very funny.” Rafayel brushes it off with a scoff. He walks to the door and Thomas moves out of his way.

“She’s gotta be hiding here somewhere.” He looks to the left and right of the doorway, “You guys are just playing a prank on me, right?”

He looks back at Thomas whose expression hasn’t changed. He only shakes his head.

“You’re…joking, right?” He steps towards Thomas, “Right?!”

Thomas shakes his head once more and brings up the news repost on his phone

under the heading of casualties is your name.

the revelation knocks the air straight out of Rafayel’s lungs

…

Weeks after your passing, Rafayel has been cooped up in his studio painting and painting.

All of them clearly capturing your essence.

All of his painting were of you. I mean, they already were, but the sense of hurt and longing within them has returned

With all of the emotion tied to each piece, his works quickly become hits amongst the citizens

and as easy as it makes Thomas’ job, he can tell how much Rafayel is hurting.

He never thought there would come a day where he would want Rafayel to stop and slow down, but he knows that doing so would make it harder for Rafayel to cope with the situation.

All Rafayel can do is paint every last memory of you. Immortalising you in each and every canvas.

With each stroke of the brush, he thinks how long would he have to wait to see you again?

Xavier ❖· ────── · ·

Xavier would dive head-first trying to hunt that wanderer down.

Against all of the HA’s warning and threats to revoke his license as a hunter, he pursues the wanderer day and night.

The reason he travelled back in time and became a hunter was to stop the future of Philos from repeating itself, to stop you from being sacrificed for the Aether core in your heart.

So, similar to Zayne, even if he was still a hunter, there was no point if you weren’t here.

Nonetheless, he would spend days in his apartment tracking down every bit of information about the attack that night

He would pull some strings, asking Jeremiah for favours to fish for information amongst the higher ups

I feel that he would become so consumed by this that he would skip meals just to keep up-to-date with the whereabouts of that wanderer. This was unusual for someone who would often eat so heartily

When he passes out from exhaustion all that goes through his mind is resentment towards the HA for sending you out on that mission.

But he knows deep down that they couldn’t have anticipated a new and intelligent wanderer

That stupid paper work for that stupid hunter’s license! The stupid association!

You reminded him multiple times to get it done - “You know Jenna’s going to hunt you down, right?”

If he had listened to you earlier, he would at least have been able to go on that mission with you.

Maybe he should have just ignored the association and gone on that mission with you.

Why didn’t he? He could have protected you - would have traded his life to do so.

I’m willing to bet that Xavier would visit the N109 zone to get whatever information they had

He knows that Sylus wouldn’t just let this go

If he has to work with his “rival” to bring you justice, then he won’t hesitate.

Caleb!!! ❖· ────── · ·

Was contacted by Linkon City Hall with the notification of your death since you had him as one of your emergency contacts

At first he thought it was a joke

That they got the wrong hunter

Because you were skilled, your Evol was powerful

It couldn’t have been you

Sure, he had always worried since your job as a hunter wasn’t exactly the safest, but he never doubted your skill, and he had never doubted himself to be there for you as he promised

Being in Skyhaven, the news about the new wanderer came later than if he had been in Linkon like the others.

His position as Colonel forces him to put up a façade to lead his fleet

Caleb has been so accustomed to holding back his feelings, so he did the same with his grief

But when he goes to the city hall and then hand over your death certificate, it breaks him

I read a post recently that unlike the other boys, Caleb sees MC is the one, not a version of the one - so your death was something that he had never even fathomed

With the spare key that you had given him, he goes to your apartment in Linkon

Your scent hits him so heavily

He makes his way to the living room and just collapses onto the couch, tears falling uncontrollably

After a while he would compose himself - a small part of him thinking how much of a weakness this is and how ashamed he would be if you had seen him like this

BROOOO he probably took one of your blankets back to Skyhaven and just lays there with it in his room, uggghh i’m dead.

He tosses up the idea of using his status as Fleet Colonel to dig up some information on what happened and if this was connected to Ever or even the Fleet

… I imagine that he prematurely returned to the Fleet - convincing himself that he was strong enough

but in moments when he’s alone, all those emotions spill out and he has to quickly compose himself, discretely wiping the tears away.

His vulnerability is instantly sealed behind the iron wall that is the Farspace Fleet Colonel

He always ends up pinching his arm or palm whenever he thinks of you - it becomes a way to comfort himself

…

On his day off, he returns to Linkon

Clenching his teeth he walks through the gravestones, the bouquet of flowers almost crushed with the strength of his grip

Right next to Gran was your grave.

He quickly swipes the stray petals from previous bouquets away from your graves and sits between the two of you

For a moment he’s silent, unsure of what to say

Then he places a hand at your gravestone and greets you with a meek, “Hey, pip-squeak.”

That alone has the tears rushing down his cheeks, so he greets Gran as a way to turn away from you

Honestly, he doesn’t know what to do with himself anymore

He probably goes back and listens to your voice messages or rereads your texts

He remembers you when he dries his hair, when he cooks he subconsciously makes portions for two. Nowadays, he can’t bring himself to go back to Linkon because he sees you everywhere.

He has that photo of the two of you from his graduation and he stares at it for a while, reminiscing all the memories you had together, gently tracing your smiling face through the frame

Spending time away from you after that explosion at Bloomshore was torturous enough, but now, he has to do it for the rest of his life… and he doesn’t know how.

Girls, if it weren't for those meddling kids Sylus, I WOULD HAVE BEEN THE BIGGEST CALEB GIRLIE!!!

Let me tell you, I used to reread Caleb's chapters and the messages, etc. etc. especially when i read those chapters for the first time.

And then Sylus came, and boom... too little too late, Caleb (._.)

...

Caleb coming back from the dead: ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )

Me having convinced myself that surely Infold wouldn't make him an LI: (ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻

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Anyways, I hope you enjoyed!

Edit: bros i just read some of the chapters in part 2 and like damn, caleb's so obsessive, like massive red flags??? Damn

-Seven

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Under the Same Sky {Sylus x Reader}

You guys loved A Moment of Rest so much more than I could ever have thought >///< Thank you so much ♥ ♥ ♥

Hopefully, you enjoy this one as much as I did hahaha.

I accidentally spun Sylus around on the home screen and saw the stars through the window in the background XD. I immediately thought of stargazing.

-Seven

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It all started with a meteor shower

“Sylus~” You sing and loop your arm around his, “I heard there’s going to be a meteor shower tonight!” You look up at him with expectant eyes

but he merely raises a brow and says, “Oh?”

You deflate a little at his unenthusiastic response, “Will you…” watch it with me?

You quirk your lips, would he do something as mundane as stargazing?

You clear your throat and even your tone, “Will you be watching it tonight?”

Seeing your internal dilemma, Sylus can’t help but smile a little, “I suppose don’t have any pressing matters to attend to, so…”

Your eyes twinkle at his revelation, “So, you’ll watch it?”

He chuckles a little, “Well,” he pets your head, “this excited kitten clearly wants to watch it, so how could I refuse?”

That night, the two of you laid upon a blanket and watched as the meteors painted streaks across the night sky

“Look!” You turn to Sylus with a bright smile

But the words die in your throat when you find that his gaze is already fixed on you.

The world stills for a moment.

From how close you are, you can see the stars reflected in his eyes.

You gravitate towards him, leaning ever so slightly closer.

Closer.

But stop yourself short.

The pinch of your clenched hands quickly grounds you to reality.

You clear your throat and shy away from his gaze “The stars are so bright from here.” You say as you look up at the sky once more

He hums in response , “I told you I knew the perfect spot to enjoy the scenery.” He lays back with a sigh.

“It actually reminds me of the city lights in Linkon.” This time you face him, and with a longing voice, you say, “I wish you could see it with me.”

From that night onwards, it became a common occurrence to watch the stars together.

Most nights, you would talk about your day or the missions you went on.

You would tell him everything, whether good or bad.

He listened to you as if he, himself, was there in those moments.

He listened and imagined a life where he could do all those things by your side. Without hiding.

Some days, you would stay awake long enough to watch the night sky fade into sunrise. A sign of a bittersweet goodbye.

But oftentimes, the light breeze against your face as you snuggled up against his side was more than enough to lull you to sleep.

Sylus would always let you fall asleep first. Waiting until your breaths evened out and your weight was completely rested against him.

Only when he felt the coldness of your cheeks would he carry you back inside.

He hadn’t outwardly admitted it, but being with you like this was the best start to his day.

One particular night, he had the blanket tucked around you, almost swaddling you to his side.

You wriggle one of your arms free from the blanket and reach up to the stars, “Do you think there’s another world out there?” You ask

“Even if there was,” He reaches up to your outstretched hand, intertwining them, “Don’t leave me here.” He draws your hands to his lips where he leaves a little bite against the back of your hand.

He quickly presses a kiss to the same spot, then guides your hand to lay flat on his chest, where he covers it with his own.

In this position, you can faintly feel the thrum of his heartbeat against your palm, “Do you…” You untangle your hand from his to lightly trace the length of his fingers, “Do you think in another life we’d still be stargazing together like this?”

He sits up slightly to look at you, using his forearm to hold his weight.

After a few beats of silence, he replies, “Even if our lives are as numerous as the stars,” he leans down to press his forehead against yours, “in every life,” the warmth of his breath fans against your cheeks, and your eyes flutter shut at his proximity.

“I will always stay beside you.”

His hand finds yours to give a gentle squeeze. Almost sealing those words against your palm.

It causes an unfamiliar ache in your heart. As if it was a whisper of a promise he’s made many times before.

He cups your face, coaxing your eyes open as he runs his thumb back and forth across your cheek, “No distance is too far so long as I decide it isn’t.”

As you hold his gaze, you’re met with such conviction in his eyes. It makes you want to believe he’ll cross leaps and bounds, galaxies even, to find you.

What could you possibly reply to such a profound yet sombre declaration?

At your silence, he leans away, letting out a slow sigh as he tucks an arm behind his head.

You unwittingly follow his movements and sit up to hover over him. Not wanting to break the distance between you.

The movement causes your hair to trickle down over your shoulder, casting a shadow across his face.

“Sylus, I —” Your words fall short on your lips.

With a tender gaze, he brushes the curtain of your hair behind your ear with a soft smile, “You’re so beautiful.” He says.

Ever so slowly, he inches closer. Leaning upwards to meet your lips in a sweet kiss.

Unaccustomed to the feeling, you break the kiss with a gasp, “Ah,”

But he’s quick to close the distance, and yet is still so gentle to press his lips against yours.

With your eyes closed, all you can focus on it the warmth of his lips against your own.

It makes your head swirl and you melt into him, “Mmf.”

With a firm hand to the small of your back, he steadies you, and without breaking the kiss, he leads you to lay down on the blanket.

In a daze, you lift your hand to grasp at the back of his shirt.

He cradles your head against his other arm, and languidly pulls away from your lips.

He lingers there for a moment before coming up to rest his cheek against your temple.

Your blood is thumping in your ears, but is silenced even as Sylus speaks barely above a whisper,

“There’s not a star in the sky I wouldn’t bring down for you. No world where I wouldn’t return to your side.”

Which one should I write first?

'Grassland Romance'-based story involving all the LaDS boys (will take much longer, probably a series? idk)

OR

2. Bandaging Sylus' wounds? (one-shot)

ALSO! I sent the Artsy bird emoji titled "Love Ya" to Sylus and LOOK AT HIS RESPONSEEEEEE!!!

SO CUUUUUTE

Thanks for reading! :3

-Seven

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