#love and deepspace onychinus

[hitoshitoshi]

Now, Now, Kitten. Don't Bite. [Jealous!Sylus x Cat Hybrid!Reader]

Sylus stretched out his legs, one polished boot rested atop a stack of a crate someone had left lying around a warehouse. It was supposed to be a meeting—a show of force with some upstart gang that was trying to bite off more than they could chew in his sector. Idiots, the lot of them. Predictably, they were late and it left Sylus time to indulge in a rare moment of quiet. Well, almost quiet.

A soft thump from the rafters, followed by the low purr of a content Cat Hybrid!MC—you. broke the silence. Sylus didn't need to look to know who it was.

"Decided to grace us with your presence, kitten?" Sylus murmured, his gaze still fixed on the warehouse's entrance.

A shadow detached itself from the shadows above. Your paws padded gracefully towards Sylus, every movement was fluid and elegant, from the twitch of your tail to the way you lowered yourself onto the crate beside Sylus with a soft thud. Your head rubbed against Sylus' arm, your fur was surprisingly soft against his leather jacket.

"Impatient?" Sylus chuckled, feeling the familiar prickle of tiny teeth against his gloved fingers where they now rested on the armrest. "Now, now, kitten. Don't bite." Of course, these words were entirely just for show.

You tilted your head, studying Sylus with an intensity that would have been unnerving coming from anyone else. Then, with a playful flick of your tail, you struck. Precisely as Sylus knew you would. Tiny fangs grazed Sylus' skin, a sensation was more akin to a caress than a bite. It was a line they danced, a delicate push and pull, predator and... less predator.

But at the arrival of Luke and Kieran, they put a swift end to their little game. They bursted though the doors, their usual boisterous energy turned up to eleven, a stark contrast to the quiet intensity that clung to you like a second skin.

"Boss! We got something!" Luke practically vibrated with excitement, brandishing a brightly colored object.

"For the cat hybrid," Kieran added, tossing the object towards you. Sylus' lips twisted into a ftown. It was a teething toy shaped ike a fish, with rows of rubber bristles meant to soothe aching gums. Practical, maybe. But it grated him. You, with your untamed grace and predatory instincts, reduced to teething on a child's toy. He felt... Possessive. Annoyed.

Predictably, you got easily distracted, being as though you were a cat hybrid. You abandoned your perch on the crate, drawn to the novelty of the gift that Luke and Kieran got you. You batted the toy around with your cute littel paws. Those tiny and lethal teeth now gnawing on rubber instead of... well, Sylus.

Sylus watched, his gaze was dark as the feeling off quiet amusement was replaced by a simmering irritation he felt for some reason. He was Sylus, damn it. Fear was his currency, respect was his due. He didn't do these... domestic feelings. And yet, the sight of that damned toy irked him more than it should. "Seems like our little hunter has found a new plaything," Sylus drawled, his voice was deceptively mind, though the glint in his eyes held a warning. "Think the kitten likes it, Boss?" Luke, ever oblivious, beamed. Sylus rose from his crate, "We wouldn't want to deprive it nowm would we?" He scooped up the offending toy as if by accident, feeling it discreetly.

-

Later, after the meeting — Sylus found himself alone again in the quiet warehouse. You watched him with those unsettling eyes.

"Looking for something, kitten?" Sylus asked, a smirk played on his lips as he leaned against a nearby pillar, arms crossed.

You tilted your head, a low and questioning sound escaped your throat. You really wanted to bite something. You walked towards him, rubbing yourself against Sylus' legs, trying to get Sylus' attention because you felt super bad that you couldn't find the toy that Luke and Kieran gave you and you wanted Sylus' help to go find it.

Sylus allowed the contact, he even arched into it slightly. "Don't worry," he murmured, his gaze softened ever so slightly. "Some toys are simply too easily... misplaced."

Sylus could practicaly hear the purr of satisfaction rumbling in your chest as you nudged Sylus' hand, seeing that familiar, teasing bite. "Good kitten."

A/N: Damn, Sylus would 100% be that pathetic to be jealous of a toy.

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[love-and-deepspace-wiki]

Onychinus' Base (Part 1)

Location: N109 Zone

Details:

Onychinus' Base is one of Sylus' places of residence (because, according to his Memory, he has many). During the protaganist's first time there, its appearance led her to conclude the owner hadn't lived there in a long time.

There are a lot of rooms to cover at the base, so bear with me lol. Since we have way more details to cover for the bedroom, I'm gonna have to do a part 2 just for that.

Areas & Rooms:

Okay, the areas I'll cover in this post are the following:

The Base Entrance

The Hallway

The Armory

The Boxing Gym

The Gem Vault

The Dining Rooms(?)

(A brief note concerning "Bedroom Adjacent Room")

The Base Entrance:

The main story includes a scene where the protagonist meets Sylus in a dining room(?), where he gives her ten minutes to eat her fill before meeting him at the base's entrance. When she goes to meet him there, we see Sylus reclining against his motorcycle. The protagonist descends a short set of steps to join him. And judging by the appearance of the skyline behind it, it seems to be in an elevated area?

This scene pans downward and then momentarily shifts slightly to the left. For that reason, please enjoy my screenshot patchwork masterpiece.

The Hallway:

The second time the protaganist wakes up at Onychinus' base, she's being held in the gem vault (covered later in this post). Upon leaving the vault, she enters a hallway.

From the hallway, she mentions that one of the corridors has several small, crystal vases on a shelf by the wall. In them are several drooping, withered flowers.

It is through this hallway that she accesses various places in the base. Namely, the "Dining Room #1", the boxing gym, and the armory.

According to Kieran, she'd see the base's exit by going "straight down the hall" (left).

And it potentially connects to a garage (based on when she enters the hallway from the armory; right).

The Armory:

At the start of Sylus' "Captivating Moment" Myth, the protagonist finds him the armory at the Onychinus base (top left).

This Myth story mentions them exiting the armory through a door. And, immediately after exiting, Sylus is depicted in the hallway mentioned previously (top right).

The Boxing Gym:

The boxing gym is said to be located in the "corner of the base". In the scene preceding its onscreen debut, the protagonist is standing in the hallway we previously discussed. She then turns to the left to leave the hallway before arriving at the gym. It is a large room that includes a boxing ring and a punching bag.

The Gem Vault:

The gem vault is the second room the protaganist wakes up in at the base when Luke and Kieran are monitoring her. This room is frequently shown in-game. But in Sylus' storyline for the "Yes, Cat Caretaker" event, this room is what is shown when they are in his gem vault.

While the gem vault interior "isn't brightly lit", the protaganist describes it as "still illuminated by dazzling and colorful gems". She goes on to state that Sylus was sitting through "mountain-like piles of gems" and crystals.

After Kieran opens the door so she can leave the room, the protaganist is shown in the hallway again. And by entering the door ahead, she enters "Dining Room #1" where the subsequent scene occurs.

The Dining Rooms?

There are two different rooms that seem like dining rooms. But their purposes are not specified in-game. There's "Dining Room #1" (the one where the protagonist overhears Sylus' conversation with an unknown person) and "Dining Room #2" (the one where Luke and Kieran help the protagonist in the "Midnight Stealth" memory)

"Dining Room #1":

The protaganist describes this room as calm and "beautiful, from the clean white tablecloth to the silverware sparkling under the light to even the ice bucket with bottles of red wine". At that time, the table was filled with countless dishes and Sylus gave her ten minutes to eat as much as she wanted.

"Dining Room #2":

This is the one featured in the "Midnight Stealth" memory. In this scene, Luke and Kieran help the protaganist strategize in her efforts to get Sylus' brooch. It's not the same room as "Dining Room #1" because this one features checkered flooring and couches. Additionally, the walls are quite different.

The "Bedroom Adjacent Room" Note:

Technically, there's one more room other than the bedroom. We get a glimpse of it when Sylus kicks the protagonist out of his room in "Midnight Stealth". But since it's literally right outside his room, I'll cover it in part 2.

(Welp... in retrospect, I should have said I'd cover it in part 3 😂)

[junkokiu]

If you were an art piece, then whoever created you must have loved you dearly-

🐈‍⬛

[einawnimie]

𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗔𝗥𝗗 - sylus qin oneshot

summary — She was just the kindergarden teacher—until the twins’ father started showing up unexpectedly, his intentions either unclear or EXTREMELY obvious When an accident shakes them all, hidden feelings surface, and nothing will ever be the same.

pairings — singledad!sylus x fem!reader

content / tags — afab!reader, sylus adopted luke&kieran (4 y.o), kindergarden, non story-based timeline, fluff!, there’s an accident, cute kids antics + more

warnings — mentions of blood, cuts, stitches, fully sfw!!

words — 1.7k

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You didn’t notice anything until the second week.

The father of the twins seemed to linger by the entrance a little longer each day, asking about their behavior or whether they’d slept well during naptime—even though your answer always remained the same:

“Yes, sir. They both behaved well.”

At first, you thought he was just a very anxious parent, concerned about his children’s well-being.

But the more he stayed, the more he asked, the longer he held eye contact—and the more often he handed you iced coffee when dropping off the twins—you couldn’t help but feel a little… off.

Sometimes, you’d sneak a glance at his fingers, quietly noting the absence of a wedding ring. Was that why he was extra worried for his kids? Because he was single?

You mentally kicked yourself for the rude assumption. But eventually, you found out—straight from the twins themselves—that their father, Sylus, was indeed single.

“Dad is alone. He has no wife,” Kieran would mention casually.

“Yeah, we have no mom either,” Luke added without hesitation.

You sat beside them, gently helping them color a drawing—one of them in shining armor, the other just as valiant. Their father was included too, drawn as a sort of horse (?) beneath them, as they excitedly talked about their little family.

“Oh, I see,” you’d reply every now and then, laughing at their stories of their dad’s odd habits.

“Your dad has a pet crow?” you asked, genuinely bewildered.

“Mephisto is, uhm… what’s that word? Oh yeah, mechanical! Dad made him to watch us while he works!” Kieran proudly explained.

You nodded. “Ah…”

“We should draw teacher too!” Luke suddenly said. Your eyes lit up. “Why do you think so?” you asked, smiling.

“Oh! I get it,” Kieran chimed in immediately. “It’s because Dad likes you! We should draw you on a tower and Dad and us will rescue you!”

If the crow didn’t shock you enough, this certainly did.

“What?” you asked softly, but before they could respond, the entrance door slid open.

Sylus stood there, his usual smirk in place. “Time to go home, kiddos.” He chuckled.

You practically jumped to your toes, still processing the bombshell the kids had just dropped. Though still unconfirmed, your five years of kindergarden experience had taught you one thing:

Kids don’t lie. Even if they attempted to.

You quickly helped the twins into their puffer jackets, shielding them from the freezing weather. Sylus watched as you moved around them with ease, a softness in his gaze.

“Miss, here’s some cake I picked up on the way,” he said once the three of you approached him. You helped the kids with their shoes before accepting the box.

“Oh my, thank you. You didn’t have to—”

“Please. I wanted to treat you,” he smiled.

You stared at the cake for a moment before nodding your thanks again.

“So, Miss? How were the both of them today? Any troublemakers?” he asked, effortlessly picking them both up as they giggled in his arms.

“They were well-behaved, as usual, sir,” you replied. The same line you always gave. It felt automatic now—almost rehearsed.

Usually, he would just nod or thank you. But this time, his gaze lingered a second longer.

“Uhm… they didn’t say anything… embarrassing, did they?” he asked suddenly, making your eyes widen slightly.

“Huh? What do you mean?” you asked, feigning confusion. He let out a soft laugh.

“It’s just— you’re blushing harder than I’ve ever seen. They told you, didn’t they?”

Luke and Kieran snickered, their hands covering their mouths.

“I don’t understand—“

“About my genuine interest in you,” he smirked.

You could’ve melted into the floor. You’d never felt anything quite like it—not even after nearly a decade of chasing your passion in early childhood education.

Your goals had always been different from your friends. Over time, your relationships with them faded.

Most of your blind dates fizzled the moment you mentioned being a daycare teacher. The men would hesitate, then apologize—saying you seemed too gentle, too grounded, too… permanent.

But this man, Sylus—who knew exactly what you did, had seen you with kids, and still showed genuine interest—he was a different story.

“Would you like to join us for dinner, Miss?” Sylus asked, his voice calm, edged with something unreadable.

You hesitated. Your eyes flicked between his face and the twins. You weren’t dressed for an evening out, and you hadn’t planned to stay long. But the warmth in his voice, and the sincerity in his eyes, made it hard to refuse.

“I wouldn’t want to impose…” you started softly.

“You wouldn’t be,” Sylus said gently, pulling out a chair. “We’d love your company.”

You thought of making another excuse, but your stomach growled at the worst moment, betraying you completely.

“…Alright,” you said finally, with a small smile. “Just for a little while.”

The twins cheered as you stepped inside to remove your apron, tidy your hair, and slip on your shoes.

“Shall we?” he asked.

You nodded.

As the days passed, dinner with Sylus and the twins became a routine. Sometimes at cozy restaurants, sometimes at their home where Sylus would cook.

You met Mephisto. And… you’re still unsure how to feel about him.

He’s unnerving—more than a machine, less than alive. His eyes glint like rubies, sharp and too aware. His wings rustle with every movement, their feathers like steel threads. When he screeches, it’s not a sound you hear—it’s one you feel, metallic and raw, deep in your bones.

At first, you flinched when he turned toward you, convinced he saw too much. Now, you meet his gaze and nod. He nods back. Sometimes.

Sylus says he only responds to commands. You’re beginning to think he understands far more than that.

The twins have grown more comfortable with you—so comfortable they ask to hold your hand while walking, so comfortable they nod along when strangers call you a beautiful little family.

You’re in the middle of reading a dragon book with Luke, who is far too immersed and animated for his own good. You had zero knowledge of dragons before today, but now, thanks to him, you’ve learned more than you ever thought you would.

That is, until a sharp cry pierced the air.

It came from the playground—where your co-worker had been watching the other kids.

You immediately stood and ran outside.

And the sight that greeted you nearly made you scream.

Kieran was on the ground, clearly having fallen from the top of the slide. Blood trickled from a cut above his eyebrow, sharp against his pale skin.

Of everything that could happen at a daycare, this—kids getting hurt—was your greatest nightmare.

Even a simple fever had you fluttering around like a helpless damsel, desperate to make things better. And now, blood? Stitches?

Your co-worker was already tending to him as you called the ambulance.

Later, at the ER, you sat on the bed beside a sniffly Kieran—his forehead now bandaged from the three stitches—and Luke curled up at your other side. The two of them held hands tightly, drawing comfort from each other.

Suddenly, footsteps pounded down the hallway.

“Kieran! Luke!” Sylus’s voice broke through the sterile hum, tight with worry. He came after your panic call to him.

Kieran looked up and immediately reached for him. Sylus rushed forward, lifting him gently, his hand stroking the boy’s back.

“Are you okay, buddy?” he asked, panicked.

Kieran whimpered and hugged him tighter. Luke clung to Sylus’s leg.

“I’m sorry, Dad…” he mumbled. “I wasn’t with Kieran to make sure he was okay��”

Sylus crouched down, hand on Luke’s shoulder.

“Hey,” he said gently. “It’s alright, bud. You’re not supposed to carry that alone. Accidents happen. What matters is that he’s okay—and that you’re both safe now.”

Kieran reached out toward his brother.

“It wasn’t your fault, Luke. I slipped. You didn’t even see it.”

Eventually, Luke let himself be pulled into his father’s arms, the three of them tangled in one quiet, warm moment. Sylus glanced up at you and mouthed, thank you.

The drive home was quiet. You sat in the passenger seat while Sylus drove, the twins asleep in their car seats.

“Thank you, [Name],” he said softly.

“No, don’t—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let them play outside so long. I was distracted—”

“You still made sure Kieran got to the hospital safely. I appreciate that. I really do.”

As if sensing your lingering guilt, he reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours while still steering with the other.

“It’s not your fault,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your skin. “Ease up, Miss Teacher.” He chuckled.

“They’re boys. At their age, that cut won’t even leave a scar.”

“But what if Kieran hates me? What if he’s too scared to come back—”

He laughed—a little tol loudly.

“Hates you? When they beg me every day to make you their mom?”

You turned to him, eyes wide. “Wha—”

“You heard me. Hate you? When I’m clearly so in love with you?” He brought your hand to his lips “Or are you still in denial?”

You leaned back with a soft laugh.

“Is that so?” you asked.

He nodded, making a turn toward your apartment complex.

“And how you saved my son today? That’s another point for my imaginary lover scorecard.”

You laughed as the car came to a stop.

“We’re here, Sweetheart. Don’t worry—”

His words barely left his mouth before you leaned in, silencing him with a kiss.

Your fingers brushed his jaw. The rest of the world melted away.

It was a kiss slow and full of unspoken things. When you pulled back, your foreheads stayed together, his eyes dark with something unreadable.

“Thank you for the ride,” you whispered.

You turned toward the twins.

“That’s going to be tough—waking them up and carrying them in?”

“You know it,” he groaned playfully.

“If only you were my lover, we’d each carry one of them, laugh at their sleepy antics, walk inside the house together…”

“That’s some imagination you’ve got,” you teased.

“…I’m manifesting,” he said, stealing one last kiss before you stepped out.

He didn’t drive off until you disappeared from view. A moment later, his phone buzzed.

You: Careful what you picture—I might just bring it to life.

-fin-

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

a/n: guess who’s my main in lads 😞 i love sylus & the twins!! fanart credits : （@soro_kichi） on X

[ilovemitsuya]

Mullet Sylus..

am I the only one who wanted something romantic for the banner..

[kimcheesiee]

THE WAY HIS TOWEL STARTS FALLING LAWWWWWDDDD— 😩😮‍💨

[novthirty]

Thinking about Fruit Vendor! Sylus who actually establishes a produce company to keep up the ruse — only to become way more invested and passionate about it than he initially expected. 

It starts off as an inside joke, a made-up background he spews bullshit about to MC’s friends and colleagues. But one day, he gets a text from one of your friends that he met at an engagement party, asking if he had connections to any wholesale suppliers. And he finds himself rather stumped (a feeling he doesn’t particularly like). 

Never let it be said that Sylus isn’t a good actor, but a little research never hurt anyone. It's all for the ruse, he thinks, as he begins researching the stock market and existing suppliers in Linkon. But you see, the moment he finished the first business article, the gears of his mind already started turning. A few hours later, he has an endless compilation of research and a whole business venture planned out. (Luke and Kieran are probably confused as hell as to why their boss is suddenly interested in selling fruits, but they're probably used to his random entrepreneurial ideas and investments. It's not as if it doesn't pay off.)

Onychinus has all sorts of business dealings, both legitimate and fronts for the organization’s… less than legal pursuits. A produce company would fit right in, he thinks, with the added benefit of maintaining his fake identity as “Skye.” Before he knows it, he has a whole operation underway — one that’s legal, at that — and it ends up being far more successful than he expects.

His first clients are contacts he made from being at your side in various events and gatherings. Spewing enough bullshit about seasonal fruit quality and the weather affecting shipments and growth had gained him quite a few connections over the months, and it paid off now that he had a legitimate business to back up his claims.

Eventually, the company expands enough to start harvesting rare and premium quality fruits. It turns a high profit during the holiday seasons, where the advertisements and special packaging entice people to buy it for occasions and gifts. With his draconic tendencies, it was only inevitable he’d expand into this area of business; it’s like another type of treasure for him, especially when he gets to bring you home the rarest and highest quality fruits.

Throughout this, he ends up investing in a farm for the business, one that exclusively supplies the company and his other business fronts. I can imagine that it becomes a passion of his, to run a sustainably-run farm that pays well and offers benefits to its farmers, slowly building up a rural community. With Onychinus being all bloodshed and crime, he’d take pride in contributing to something that truly helps people (and of course, to build something you would be proud of). 

He drives you out to the farm occasionally, when you both need a break from the city. Cue the mini Stardew Valley AU where you guys put on your overalls and tour the farm, the managers briefing Sylus on crop production while you’re chatting with the farmers, getting to know the people who make up the heart and soul of the place. 

i don’t know how to end this but tldr; sylus may be the criminal overlord of the n109 zone, but never let it be said he isn’t a damn good boss and business owner

[tsukiimonster]

Credit: @/Huohanaa on Twitter

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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

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Fandom: Love and Deepspace

Pairing: (Fem.)Reader x Sylus

Content Warnings: (NSFW) Thigh Riding

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The leader of Onychinus leaned back onto the bed's headboard, watching the bed dipping from the shuffling of your knees. As you hovered over his lap, movement shy but deliberate, you felt a large hand find its way onto your lower back. The warm palm making its way up your spine, churning a pleasurable heat in your stomach, until it wrapped around one of your shoulders.

Before you can even question the newfound grip, the hand pushes you down firmly, making you topple over to the side, a leg landing between his, another by the side of his hip.

Despite your surprise, all you could register was where you were sitting. His thigh, muscular even covered with his black dirtbike jeans, pressed directly between your now spread legs.

Fuck.

Looking up at him, his eyes were staring at you intently, a raised eyebrow as if his very own lips weren't quirked up into a smirk. As if he wasn't the one who had ruined your plans.

A couple nights back, during a drinking game with the Kieran and Luke, you had bet the twins you could top Sylus. Now was that your best moment? No. But you were drunk- and hey you could totally top him if you wanted.

Sylus being Sylus, cockily let you have a chance. But you'd prove him wrong.

Right?

"What's wrong?" Amusement clear in his voice.

"You said you'd let me take the lead tonight.” Your response as bitter as you can muster with the tension that seems to grow with every breath.

"And I am." He chuckles before bringing two fingers between your brows, massaging the frown away, then dropping to cup your cheek, thumb caressing your face in an almost mocking way.

"Go ahead."

Maybe you should've known better. Because just as you leaned forward, aiming to take charge, his thigh lifted. Instantly your lips closed and your core tightened, eyes fluttering up to his.

A pause.

"Sweetie? Did you not hear me?" He says softly, the tone betraying his expression, as his gaze takes you in.

"I said go ahead," Another move.

"Do as you want," Harsher against your core.

"You're the boss tonight." He says with delight.

And god why is it so hard to gather your thoughts. Curse him and his ridiculous thighs-

Another bit of friction and you feel yourself lowering you body weight on him.

"Oh?" The bastard has the audacity to act like he doesn't know what he's doing. His leg continuously rubs against you, the rhythm unsteady on purpose, keeping you on your toes.

"Are you alright Princess?" He teases. And you can feel the flexing muscle hit just right, making you clamp your legs around his singular one.

Shit, why does it feel so good?

"I'm fine." You mumble.

"Yeah?" His leg jerks up, and your breath hitches audibly. "Are you?" Another movement and you feel your sanity start snapping, your resolve crumbling and humiliation be dammed-

Double Fuck.

You tentatively move your hips. The friction of his pants material only further aiding your relief. Before long you're rutting against his leg shamelessly as he watches with an amused smile. Eyes half lidded as the flicker back and forth between where you sit on him and your face contorting every time he flexes just right.

And fucking hell you're close. And he's just enjoying himself doing nothing but grinning-

Sending the grind of your hips stutter more and more Sylus sighed out a breath that resembles a small laugh.

"But wait a second." Two large hands circle around your hips gently, before firmly pushing you down onto his leg. The pressure pushing a small yelp past your lips.

"Didn't you want to lead tonight Sweetheart?" As you try to regain rhythm your hips trembles and shake from his grip, not allowing your movement past staying put on his thigh, pressing you down onto the muscle.

And you were so fucking close- can he just-

"Just- Sylus-" You pant out, hands gripping at his slightly unbuttoned shirt, the dark fabric crumpled in your fingers. And suddenly a rush of humiliation runs down your body and goes straight to your core, realizing how disheveled you were while you were both still fully dressed. He was beyond unaffected though.

"Can I just what?" He hums calmly.

"Oh I'm sorry." He feigns pity with a shit eating smirk.

"Were you close?"

[sayangrafayel]

This.. this is the leader of Onychinus. The same one we shot in the chest and healed himself like it's Nothing. The same one whose presence alone intimidates his enemies.

It was like this 😥. SHUT UP. I WILL EAT YOU UP.

[hitoshitoshi]

Trouble in Paradise [Sylus x GenderNeutral!Reader]

Summary: What can possibly go wrong with a secret or two? Tags: Betrayal, Pet Names, Revenge, Angst, Trust Issues, Manipulation, Character Death, Murder, Love and Loss.

Sylus had always prided himself on his razor-sharp instincts, the edge that kept him perpetually ahead of the game. For years, he navigated a world where loyalty was a fragile, glass-thin construct, always teetering on the verge of shattering. Trust was a rare treasure, guarded by walls of cold, calculated indifference—except for a very select few.

In Sylus' carefully curated circle, beyond Kieran, Luke, and Mephisto, there was you. Sylus treated you differently. His eyes softened in your presence, offering leniency that others could only dream of. You had access to his world in ways others could not comprehend. He showered you with gifts, his black card was yours to wield, and though his men feared him, you—and only you—could brush off his authority as if it were mere dust on your shoulder.

Then one night, under a moon hanging low like an omen, Sylus discovered the duplicity. A confidential file—blueprints for an illegal Evol weapon with destabilizing potential intended for Onychinus's next major move—had vanished. And the only one with unrestricted access to the base was you.

Rage simmered beneath Sylus's stoic mask as reality cascaded over him like a cruel avalanche. His thoughts were a chaotic storm, yet meticulously piecing together every interaction, every smile, every touch now reeking of deceit.

How could I have been so blind?

The realization gnawed at Sylus’s core, each memory now tainted by your betrayal. Rarely did he harbor regrets, always driven by the relentless pace of his life. His philosophy was clear: never look back, never regret—after all, the past was immutable. Sylus lived by this principle, until tonight. His singular, irrevocable regret wasn’t meeting you; it was allowing himself to become weak. Weak to a puny, disgusting, and utterly immoral kitten—you.

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When Sylus called you into the room that night, the dread was palpable. You entered the room, naive to the storm brewing in his mind. 

You asked Sylus, “Sylus, you wanted to see me?” 

Sylus didn’t speak immediately. Instead, he studied you, his eyes boring into yours, searching for a trace of the person he thought you were. Your eyes were filled with curiosity —  eyes that Sylus had now grown to loathe in such a short time. The silence was long and heavy, a prelude to the tempest. 

“I trusted you,” Sylus began, his voice was unsettlingly low and chilling. “More than I trusted myself.” What was worse was how calm Sylus seemed on the outside, “And you had made a fool out of me”. 

You flinched as you realized that this was about something more, “Sylus, please, this isn’t what you think. It was a mistake—” 

“A mistake?” Sylus cut you off as he laughed humorlessly, echoing off the walls, “No, sweetheart. A mistake is mixing up the twins. What you did was betrayal of the highest order.” 

Sylus stepped closer, and the air seemed to thicken with each word, each deliberate step. “You sold out Onychinus for what? Money? Power? Or were you just looking for your next thrill?” His voice was a quiet storm, each word was like a lightning bolt aiming to strike you down.

Your eyes brimmed with tears as desperation clawed at your throat, “I can explain, Sylus. I didn’t mean to—I thought—”

Sylus cut you off, his hand wrapped around your wrist with just enough pressure to convey his restraint. “Enough. You were different, or at least I wanted to believe you were. I showed you trust, affection—even let you touch me. And what do I get in return? Treachery, disguised as love."

Sulus’ eyes softened momentarily, his anger eclipsed by a deeper sorrow, a betrayal that cut through the very core of him. He released your wrist, a final mark to the end of everything. “You’ve misunderstood the gravity of what you’ve done. Ochychinus doesn’t tolerate betrayal, and neither do I.”

You stood there, frozen, your frantic pleas suffocated by the oppressive silence in the room. The man before you, who once treated you like a prized possession, now loomed like an unforgiving storm. His red eyes bore into you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine, each breath you took drowned in a sea of dread.

"Sylus, please," you whispered, voice cracked and desperate, tears streaming down your face. "I never meant for any of this—"

Sylus scoffed, cutting you off with a venomous contempt. "Spare me the dramatics. Intentions are worthless now. What you did—there’s no coming back from it. You've shown me exactly what you are."

The room felt suffocating, the walls seeming to close in as Sylus's fury filled the space. His hand moved with a hypnotic slowness, the barrel of his gun pressing against your temple, the chill of metal burning into your skin.

"You think you can talk your way out of this?" Sylus hissed. "Think again. Betrayal isn't something I tolerate. No second chances. No redemption. Just consequences."

Sylus’ grip on your wrist lightened, but the pressure was a stark reminder of the power he wielded, the finality of his decision. Tears blurred your vision, but you could feel the raw, unyielding rage radiating off him. The man who once showed you kindness and leniency was gone. In his place stood the ruthless leader of Onychinus, a man ready to crush anyone who dared defy him.

"I let you in," Sylus continued, his voice a bitter whisper. "And you threw it all away. For what? It doesn’t matter. What's done is done." He leaned in closer, his poisoned breath brushing against your ear. "You don’t get to plead for mercy, not after what you’ve done. This is the end for you. Consider it a lesson you'll take to your grave."

Sylus's eyes never left yours as his finger tightened on the trigger, the click of the safety off echoing in the heavy silence.

"Goodbye, sweetheart," Sylus said, the nickname once filled with playful affection now a cruel mockery, a final and irreversible verdict.

The room filled with the deafening roar of a single gunshot. In that instant, the world seemed to pause, the sound reverberating through every corner, marking the end of trust, of what once was. The reality of Sylus’s wrath descended in one final, unforgiving act—the betrayal answered with an unstoppable force.

Sylus stood over your lifeless body, a cold, detached serenity settling over him. In his world, betrayal warranted only one response—an end. No second chances. No forgiveness. You were just lucky that he didn’t draw out your inevitable death.

A/N: Nothing much to say other than trouble in paradise fr

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Onychinus Base (Part 2)

Location: N109 Zone

Details:

The rest of the known information about the base was covered in Part 1. In this post, we'll cover everything we know about Sylus' bedroom (which is surprisingly a lot!) and wrap up with my theorized floorplan. A majority of this information came from Sylus' "Midnight Stealth" Memory.

I've split the room into the following sections for clarity:

The Bedroom Entrance

The Fireplace Side

The Shelf Side

The Bed Side

The theorized floorplan will be at the end of this post.

The Bedroom Entrance:

The entrance of the bedroom is shown a couple of times throughout "Midnight Stealth". When the protaganist first enters, we see a space to her right and the shower/bathroom beyond it. Directly in front of it is a black and red rug. To its right, we can see a perch for Mephisto and a small chest on the floor. If you look closely, you can see the backs of two mirrors just ahead of the perch.

In a few different scenes, we get glimpses of the bedroom door. Combining the details shown is how I constructed the sketch of the door included in the floorplan section.

The Fireplace Side:

When she rummages through Sylus' bedside table, we can see Mephisto's perch in the foreground, the edge of a black and gold chair, and a potted plant (top). Later in the memory, when she ambushes him in his sleep, the panning shot shows that there's a fireplace and two chairs between the bed and the shower (bottom). In the bottom right image, you can see the corner of both the bathroom/shower rug as well as the chest placed beside it.

The Shelf Side:

This side of the room is shown in the Main Story as a background shot (top). When it's shown in "Midnight Stealth" (bottom), the only major differences are a dresser added beside the couch and a table where the Main Story had placed a lamp. On this table is a telephone.

(Sylus' room is so dark and shadowy. For that reason, the bottom left image is an unaltered screenshot while the bottom right image has been brightened)

When Sylus is shown reading, we can see a black painting with a red square in the background (left). This same painting is shown when he is selecting a record from his collection (top right). When he turns around to use the record player, we can see the top of a plant just around the corner (bottom right).

The Bed Side:

When Sylus is shown dusting a shelf, we can see the previously mentioned potted plant to its left. To its right is a table with another plant (top).

And in the ambush scene, when both of them are on the bed, we get a glimpse of a potted on the other side of the bed (bottom).

(Again, the images on the right side are unaltered while the one on the left have been brightened)

When Sylus sits up, we can see a blurred view of the shelf he was dusting before (left). It is placed just past the foot of the bed.

In both the panning shot from the ambush scene (top right) and when they are both on the bed (bottom right), we can see a window on the other side of Sylus' bed.

Theorized Floorplan:

Phew, that was a lot 😮‍💨😂 But thanks to all of that, I was able to map out his whole bedroom

And based on the images below (top), I was able to sketch what the bedroom door potentially looks like (bottom).

Outside his bedroom is yet another room, but I've reached my image limit for this post. So I guess that means, part 3?

[omi-resources]

Onychinus Fics Starterpack

Like/rb if used || no need to credit me

Did this for my LaDS fanfic blog but I’m no longer writing so I thought to release them into the wild 😂✌🏻💕🫂. Funny tho… some ppl are already using them🙂‍↕️🤝🏻 feel free fr✨

[harmonyrae]

Yes, Boss

AN: Just felt like writing, very little editing, based on a concept @comatosebunny09 (ily btw) has written (working for Sylus). Expect angst & devastation. 18+ MDNI just in case I write some dark shit.

"You bastard! You can't do this!"

Your pleas were useless, your partner - ex-partner now - had made up his mind. He'd taken this job on purpose, to get rid of you. How could you have missed the signs? His disinterest in your planning. His constant nagging about the job offer you'd "hastily" declined. This was how he'll get the job. By feeding you to the beast of the N109 Zone, he proves himself.

"Sorry, sweetheart. I tried to change your mind, but you've never listened to reason."

"All this for a quick buck? And the shallow promise of job security?"

He finally pries the flash drive out of your hand, the handcuffs tightening as you struggle. He holds it up, his haughty grin makes you sick.

"After I deliver Sylus's coding system? I'm pretty sure Ever will keep me around for a long while."

Alarms blare, your override has been detected. The handcuffs cut off circulation, but you don't stop fighting. Your heart beats wildly in your chest, your eyes watering.

"When I find you, I'll -"

"You and I both know you won't be walking out of this. Not once Sylus finds you."

He stands, leaving you writhing on the floor against your restraints. He kicks your gun away and stoops to pick up his own. He waves as he walks backward towards the exit. There's no point in begging.

As his figure fades, you try once more to free yourself. As the cuffs dig deeper, you cry out and collapse. The cool cement floor against your cheek is a welcomed reprieve. But your moment of peace is quickly interrupted.

Two sets of black boots sprint into view. You close your eyes, waiting for the gunshot that never comes. When you open your eyes again, a pair of dress shoes approaches. You instinctively struggle, which only makes you groan in pain. You crane your neck to look up at the shadowy figure. The gun in his hand twitches at his side.

"What do you want to do with her, boss?"

The voice was far too chipper, almost eager. You wince as the figure crouches. His calloused fingers grab your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Through the darkness, all you see is a faint red glow. Your mind races as you feel a presence probing at the walls of your memory. Just as the pressure becomes unbearable, it stops, and the man releases you.

"Search her and put her in a room."

His voice is dark and unyielding. His henchmen help you stand and usher you down the hall to an elevator. As it ascends, you finally reach your limit. Your body goes limp, and the men holding you up stumble as the try to catch you.

As everything fades to black, you swear you can hear his voice again.

"Careful, this one has claws."

It must have been hours since you passed out in that elevator. When you wake up you're alone in a room, a rather ornate one in fact. A plush comforter beneath you, pillows so soft your neck has finally learned to relax. Sitting up, you take a moment to find your center. You're in an unfamiliar room, in new clothes, with no weapons. Fuck.

Click

The door knob turns and sends a jolt of panic through you. Standing beside the bed, you search for anything that could be a weapon. Settling on the lamp, you yank the plug free from the outlet and wield it like a sword. As the door swings open, that faint red glow appears again. Your mind goes numb and the lamp shatters at your feet. Just as your about to fall, arms wrap around you.

"You really are stubborn aren't you?"

That deep, rich voice from before, he's here. Who is he? What is he doing to your mind? And more importantly, why are you still alive?

He directs you to the edge of the bed and sits you down. The mattress dips beside you as he sits. You hesitate before looking over at him, afraid you'll walk into some kind of trap. But instead of a trap, you're greeted by crimson eyes that are no longer glowing. The man before you is stoic, broad shoulders, firm jaw, devastatingly handsome by all accounts. If you weren't worried about dying, you'd be intrigued.

"Why am I here?"

He chuckles, low and almost forced.

"You're the one who broke in, remember?"

You tense, you bring your knees to your chest and shift back on the bed away from him. Your arms coil around your legs and you stare.

"Why am I alive then?" You mumble, bracing for the answer.

"Because you impressed me."

Your mouth falls open and he laughs, more genuine this time.

"And... I'm giving you a chance to fix your mistake. You work for me now. Until you get my coding system back. And wipe all traces of it from Ever's database."

"I work... for you? So you're...?"

"Sylus."

"And you expect me to what? Walk into Ever's building and yoink your shit back? How do you expect me to do that?"

"That's for you to figure out, kitten."

The nickname takes you by surprise. Your eyes widen, partially to rebuke his audacity and partially because you're not sure you hate it.

"If you could bypass my security systems, I'm sure you can do it. Oh, and you'll be upgrading that. Seems it isn't so impenetrable after all."

Get his coding system back, destroy all traces in Ever's database, upgrade his whole security system... This could take weeks. This is why you freelanced, you hated being told what to do.

"You'll live here, at the Onychinus base, until further notice. I sent Luke and Kieran to your apartment to fetch your belongings. Until they get back, there's clothes in the closet. I'll provide you with a new phone and gun."

A live in job. Fantastic. You don't even question the fact he knows where you live. As you open your mouth to protest, Sylus swiftly stands and strides to the door.

"I leave for a business deal in 25 minutes. Since Luke and Kieran are busy, you're my plus one. Change if you want, just be ready when I come back."

"I really don't have a say in this, huh?"

Sylus turns and leans against the door frame, tucking his hands in his pockets. His smirk is mischievous, but there's a danger to it nonetheless.

"Your other option is I kill you. What would you prefer?"

You blood runs cold and you bite your lip until you taste blood. Guess this is your life now. Working for the leader of Onychinus until you can figure out how to infiltrate Ever's computer science department. But this new arrangement won't change the fact when you find your ex-partner, he'll suffer in every way imaginable.

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Sylus’s hand always finds a way on us