#mc love and deepspace

[seleniadanslalune]

Went from "cute" to "angst and sadness" in around 2s... I know I counted!

What was mephie doing ? Will he be pissed be wasn't invited?

Imagine MC getting hungry at like 2am or smth and she leaves the bedroom to go to the kitchen. But on her way there she notices the twins are still awake so she invites them and they all go to the kitchen and make food together.

Sylus eventually wakes up and notices his wife is missing and immediately goes to look for her. He hears laughter coming from the kitchen and as he gets closer he recognizes the voices

Finally at the entrance he sees the three of them cooking together and having fun. He can't help but smile fondly at the sight suddenly feeling emotional.

When they notice his presence they beckon him over excitedly, and with an amused laugh he joins them for their late night snack. It's an assortment of different things they all crave.

Huddled together around the counter they eat and talk about random things, interests, daily occurrences. Simple yet meaningful exchanges. The Sylus of the past would've never imagined this. Domesticity was once a foreign concept, family was an idea he had once given up on.

But it didn't seem foreign or impossible now, on the contrary, he believes in the possibility of them very well. He has a family, a home, a safe place. There are people he loves and love him.

He doesn't notice it, not until Luke hesitantly points it out.

He's crying.

He feels unusually vulnerable, an urge to run away-to hide, is present. Instinct to not lower his guard. He almost listens, but immediately pushes the thought away when he feels three pairs of arms around him.

It's quiet with the exception of his barely suppressed sniffles. They don't ask questions nor offer any words, they just let him feel. Arms hugging him tightly, grounding, a silent 'we're here'

Sylus angst hurt/comfort card when

Tags:

@caterpillar-in-disguise

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

Still can't believe MC says this like omg girl this is way too precise 😭😭 Even Sylus is looking straight at the camera as though he's on The Office like 'For real? You guys seeing this?' dhkjfj 😭 This poor man 💔 have mercy on him please

[hopefultimemachinedelusion]

"Maybe in another life, our happiness together could last longer"

Another life:

[dizzyplushiekiller]

[holyrottensaint]

Welcome home... fuck finally

♫ El frió, la noche. Siempre me acuerdo de ti

♫ Miles de canciones. Siempre me acuerdo de ti

Sylus finally coming home last night with two hours left on the banner 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

Hit pity twice just to get him... I'm soooo normal about this game... hahahahaha

But I also have Raf, so I can't complain tooo much. Being fully F2P is going to take years of my lifespan. I have gotten a grand majority of the free gems you can get :D someone end me pls

Anyways... I had way too much fun with this card & my mc, sooo pics below (˶' ꒳ '˶)

♫ ¿Por qué estoy lejos de ti? No te olvides de mi

♫ Tus ojos tan tristes. Siempre me acuerdo de ti

♫ Momentos felices. Siempre me acuerdo de ti

♫ ¿Por qué estoy lejos de ti? No te olvides de mi

♫ ¿Por qué te sigo queriendo? Ya no puedo más

♫ Entre tus manos me estoy muriendo ¿Por qué yo sigo cantando?

I'm so not normal about this game... I love heeeer (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)

At this point I take more photos for mc than the guys ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱⸒⸒

⋆˚꩜。theme/dividers by @/saradika-graphics ⋆˚꩜。

⋆˚꩜。Song lyrics: Lejos de Ti by The Marías⋆˚꩜。

[fishik]

[zaynessbeloved]

Zayne’s week had been brutal—an endless shuffle of emergency cases, delicate surgeries, and the kind of pressure that sat squarely on his shoulders without mercy. Sleep had been a fragmented luxury, meals an afterthought. Even texting you had become a late-night indulgence, words exchanged on hospital breakroom couches or between sterile gloves and scrub changes. He hated weeks like this—weeks that stole the hours from him, and worst of all, kept you at a distance he couldn’t seem to cross.

He didn’t expect anything from you. You never demanded anything of him, not even when the silences stretched longer than they should. But you always had a way of knowing. Of stepping into the spaces where his words failed, filling them with something warmer, something that softened the edges of all that intensity he carried like armor.

And so when you walked into the hospital that late afternoon—quietly, unannounced, your hands carrying a familiar white paper bag from that little patisserie tucked between the library and the florist—you weren’t expecting anything in return. The gesture wasn’t grand. It wasn’t even planned. It was just… you. Thoughtful, gentle, and effortlessly attuned to the rhythm of him.

You let yourself into his office, the lights dimmed low, the scent of antiseptic still clinging faintly to the air. The bag crinkled softly as you set it down on his desk, along with a short note scribbled in your handwriting: “For the best heart in the hospital.” A small heart followed the sentence, which you immediately regretted but didn't peel off. Let him tease you about it later.

Inside, perfectly arranged, were his favorite sweets: delicate lemon earl grey macarons, the shells crisp and pale, just the way he liked. A few matcha ones nestled beside them, and a small, flaky pastry you weren’t sure he’d have time to eat—but brought anyway.

You didn’t linger, didn’t want to interrupt if he was between procedures. You slipped out quietly, thinking you’d text him later, maybe tell him where you left it.

But fate had other plans. You nearly collided with him in the hallway just as the office door clicked shut behind you. He was still in his scrubs, a fresh set—light blue, creased at the collar. His hair was tousled in a way that told you he hadn’t sat down in hours, and the look in his eyes was all clinical focus—until he saw you.

Something in his expression broke, just a little. A flicker of light against the quiet storm he carried in his chest.

“You…” he murmured, gaze flicking from your face to the bag in your hand, then back to the closed door behind you. A slow breath left him, the kind that only happened when something eased. “Were you just in my office?”

You gave a soft nod, a sheepish smile pulling at your lips. “Didn’t want to bother you. Just thought you could use something sweet.”

For a beat, Zayne didn’t move. He just looked at you, and the lines of exhaustion etched into his face softened. His hand found yours before you realized he’d even reached for it, fingers curling around your wrist with a gentle urgency.

Then, without a word, he leaned down and kissed you. It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t showy. It was slow, almost reverent, his mouth brushing against yours like he was trying to remind himself what it felt like to breathe. Your eyes fluttered shut, surprise giving way to warmth as you leaned into it, letting the moment stretch between you like something sacred.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against yours. Your smile curved, teasing and tender. “You’re being sweet,” you whispered, amused. “Should I be concerned?”

Zayne huffed a quiet laugh, the corners of his mouth barely tilting, but it was real. Real in the way that mattered.

“Thank you,” he said, voice low and steady, his thumb tracing a line across your knuckles. “For thinking of me. Even when I barely had time to think of anything.”

“You’re always on my mind,” you replied simply.

He didn’t answer that with words. He just held your hand a little tighter, as if to say don’t go yet, even if his pager buzzed just a breath later, summoning him back to the chaos.

And as you watched him walk away—just before he disappeared behind the double doors again—he turned and glanced back.

Not with a smirk and not with one of his usual sharp, unreadable looks. But with something soft. Something meant only for you.

Adoration.

[otakubimbo]

Sick Days

Sylus x MC!Reader

Sylus couldn't get in contact with you and he knew that being a hunter was a dangerous job but what you had wasn't an injury to your body per say. It was an injury to your immune system. AKA Sylus taking care of you when you're very very sick

OB: Hi I started writing this while i had covid back in august and I'm working on clearing out all of my old fic drafts so bear with me on any other updates

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A groan escapes your lips as you forcefully peel your eyes open. Your throat hurts, your head hurts, your body hurts, everything hurts. It took you a bit to register that the banging wasn’t in your head, but it was at your front door. Every cell in your body screaming at you to stay in your bed, but the knocking just wouldn’t stop.

As you sit up out of bed, your head immediately spins from the sudden motion.

“Fuck,” you attempt to steady yourself before fully getting out of bed, but it was hard. You tried to take a deep breath but that just caused you to have a coughing fit. The burn in your throat and chest is almost unbearable. The toll of whatever sickness you had had a harsher effect on your body than you thought. Initially, you assumed you could have just slept off whatever it was but now you were so sure.

Slowly, you struggle your way to the front door, blanket securely wrapped around you since you were freezing. Eventually, you get your door open as you glare at a well-dressed chest, your eyes racking up to see the owner of said chest. It was, of course, Sylus.

“Well, hello there, kitten. Nice to finally see you.” He smirks down at you for just a moment before noticing the state you were in, gently pushing you back to enter your space, closing the door behind him.

“What are you doing here Sylus?” You ask, your voice is scratchy and hoarse.  Sylus brow creases as he gives you a once over.

“Mephesto claims you haven’t left your house in two days, and you haven’t been answering my messages or phone calls.” He says as he raises a hand to your forehead to gauge your temperature. You swat his hand away as you realize what he was saying. Two days? You haven’t left for two days??? You were just at work yesterday when you got sent home, right? Holding your hand out, you request him to hand you his phone which he does with no complaint. Ignoring the picture of the two of you as his lock screen and notice that in fact it had been two entire days since you had been home. You shove his phone back into his hand and shuffle back to your room to look for your phone. There it sat on your nightstand, still on the charger, opening it up to see several messages and missed calls from Sylus of course but some from Luke and Kieran, a few from Jenna and Tara telling you to get well soon, along with a few from Rafayel, Xavier, and Zayne.

“I-“ you stutter as you sit down on your bed, “ I guess I’ve been in and out of sleep this whole time.” You say with a frown, attempting to rub the pain out of your head. As you go through the numerous texts, a coughing fit erupts making Sylus run over to rub your back. He tries to soothe you as your fit dies, rubbing your back gently as you calm down, taking the blanket from around you, pushing you to lay down and tucking you in. You hadn’t even realized that you were truly TUCKED in until Sylus is running a hand over your cheek and you can’t move.

“Let me out Sylus” You struggle from how tightly he tucked you in, but you didn’t have any real strength in you to get out.

“No can do, kitten. You’re sick and I’ll just have to take care of you.” He puts his hand on your forehead to truly check your temperature. You were burning up and it took everything in Sylus to keep a neutral face, he was worried about you. He had originally thought, you had just buried yourself in work again but seeing you in this state does something to his heart that he doesn’t like. You were such a strong woman and now where you were, weak and frail and not from any wanderer just from what was probably the common cold.  

“I’ll be fine, I can take care of myself.” You refute, struggling yet again but not putting up much of a fight. Theres a slight twitch in Sylus expression as he watches you.

“Please” Sylus voice comes out just above a whisper and you stop moving. It caught you off guard and you stopped fighting. “Thank you, so stubborn” he kisses the top of your head as you scoff.

You hadn’t even realized that you were falling asleep until you were being woken up by Sylus gently.

“What’s going on” you look around confused as you attempt to sit up, Sylus grabs your arm helping you as a rag falls off the top of your head.

“You have to eat something Kitten.” Sylus states as he grabs a bowl of some type of soup putting the spoon up to your mouth. You take a sip of it without complaint, it soothes but hurts your throat at the same time causing a groan to come out of your mouth. Sylus inhales a deep breath, gripping the spoon harder. You weren’t getting better, if anything it seemed like you were getting worse. Your skin was getting pale, your temperature wasn’t going down, and all you were doing was sleeping and while you were sleeping you were shaking. You were in cold sweat; he had to change the rag on your head almost every thirty minutes.

“It hurts, Sy” You grimace after you try to swallow another spoon full of soap. Your voice was so weak, you looked so frail, it was literally breaking his heart to see you like this.

Sylus puts down the bowl, “Just lay down sweetie.” He helps you get back under the covers and before he can even get back with another towel for your head, you’re asleep.

Now Sylus was a prideful man for sure, but for you, for you he would do anything, for you he would put aside his pride. He knew he couldn’t just call any sort of doctor because of the aether core in your heart, so he knew he had to call your doctor, Doctor Zayne. But oh, did he hate Dr.Zayne, YOUR Dr.Zayne. Sylus just knew that man was in love with you, your childhood friend who spent his life becoming a heart surgeon and then being your personal doctor. Tsk, he’s heard of the whole childhood friends to lover’s trope, he wasn’t a dumb man. He wasn’t dumb, but he was desperate, and he needed you to get better. It had already been a full day since he had been in your place, and you just kept getting worse. Begrudgingly he picked up your phone and did what he had to do.  

You don’t remember much in your sick haze. It was hard to even distinguish what was really going on or what was part of your fever dreams. You lucidly remember Sylus waking you up to give you soup and take medicine. You think you remember Zayne coming in which would make sense, he is your doctor, but you also remember Xavier? Maybe you weren’t particularly sure, it wouldn’t really make sense for him to be there, but you were sure you remembered seeing him.

Eventually, you gain a full sense of consciousness. Surprisingly, your body doesn’t ache like it has been and there isn’t an immense pressure in your head. You attempt to sit up when you notice a hand holding onto your arm, and attached to the hand was Sylus. A soft smile spreads on your face as you see him sitting most likely uncomfortably in a chair next to your bed. His head was laid beside you and his hand grasping onto your arm. You had no clue had long he had been there or how long he had been taking care of you. The pill bottles, half eaten soup and cups of water you don’t remember drinking or taking had to have come from somewhere and it wasn’t you.

“Ah, I see the kitten has finally stirred from her hibernation.” Sylus exhausted face meets your curious eyes.

“Yeah, I’m feeling much better.”  You say with a yawn and a stretch. The gaze he is giving you makes you feel small, causing you to turn away from him, “thank you”

His hand reaches out to grab your chin gently, “You had me worried, sweetie. You had a respiratory infection and pneumonia. What would have happened to you if I wouldn’t have come?” His jaw is set tight and you don’t think you would ever see the feared Onychinus leader looking scared. He was scared, scared he was going to lose you…...again.

“…… I’m sorry but you took care of me and I’m fine now. Yeah?” You say turning your head out of his hands in more embarrassment as you busy yourself with straightening out your night stand. As you pick up the bottle of pills, you notice you see that Zayne prescribed these. You glance between the bottle and then at Sylus.

He scoffs before taking the bottle from your hand, putting it back down “Well of course I had to reach out to your doctor. Your fever wouldn’t go down.”

“But you hate Zayne?”  You questioned as you tilt your head in a way that was way too cute for Sylus.

“I do not hate the doctor. I just don’t like how friendly he is with you on the occasion.” He scoffs at the giggle you let out, “And I’m aware that you are childhood friends, but the man should have some boundaries”

That makes you laugh even harder, not THE Sylus Quin talking about boundaries. He wouldn’t know a boundary if it shot him in the heart. It was sweet, he was being so sweet.

“Yeah, I thought seeing him was just a fever dream I was having actually. Funny enough, I thought I also saw my friend Xavier here.”

The noise that leaves Sylus had you holding back the biggest laugh that you could possibly muster. So in fact you had not imagine Xavier, he had actually been there and surprisingly Sylus let him in.

“Another one of your ‘friends’ who needs to work on their boundaries. He came over in the middle of the night questioning about your whereabouts after sending you NUMEROUS texts and phone calls. He was insistent on seeing you or he would have gotten your little hunter association involved and I didn’t think you would want that.” He groans with this cute pout on his face. “It seems you have a lot of these type of ‘friends’ who lack any type of boundaries. You should work on that sweetie.”

You reach out to grab his face making him look at you, his gaze softened when he saw your face “Thank you for taking care of me, Sy.”

He grabs your hand a places a small kiss upon the back of it, “Of course Kitten”

[harunayuuka2060]

Rafayel's little daughter: Mommy? Why did you marry Daddy?

MC: Hmm... I don't know.

Rafayel: *raised an eyebrow* Excuse me?

MC: Why do you ask, little glub glub?

Rafayel's little daughter: I found a very handsome guy and I think Mommy will like him.

Rafayel: EXCUSE ME?!

Rafayel's little daughter: You can divorce Daddy.

Rafayel: Hey!

MC: Who is this guy?

Rafayel's little daughter: Uncle Zayne.

MC: *laughs*

Rafayel: *glares at the two*

MC: *cheers Rafayel up*

Rafayel: I can't believe you and our daughter. How could you say something like that in front of me?

MC: *cuddling him* She was upset you didn't let her adopt a cat.

Rafayel: And so you agreed to joke about divorcing me? Hmph.

MC: *chuckles*

MC: Okay. I will never joke about it again.

Rafayel: That won't be enough of an apology. I want another little glub glub instead.

MC: ...

Rafayel: ...

MC: You know the second will just be like you.

Rafayel: No. I'm sure this time the baby will be more like you. And then I'll teach them to defend Daddy.

MC: *laughs* We'll see.

[somepinkthing]

MC, in the middle of the night without any explanation: I need you to sell me to the mafia meet me in an hour

rafayel:

[sodapopkiss6]

Dragon Sylus undressing you carefully, eyes drawn to your tender flesh. When you stand bare for his eyes only, he takes his time adorning you. Golds and rubies stand out against your skin, chaining around your body, offering no cover to your most intimate areas.

Satisfied he walks around you, and instead of shrinking under his heavy gaze you roll your shoulders back, teasing him with flirtatious eyes. You can see him getting impatient, but he would never dare do anything you don't command, he's well trained after all. Whatever you his mate-his queen desires, is yours. Under your command he carries you deeper into the cave, your home, until you reach the pool of thermal water the two of you frequent.

There, he carefully sets you down. His eyes locked on your wet skin, the chains of jewelry tightening as you make yourself comfortable, he wants nothing more have his mouth on your sweet skin. He distracts himself by massaging you, his touch is hard enough to relax your muscles and not hurt you. You're always amazed of how gentle he can be when it comes to you.

When his hands reach to your feet you move one away, sliding it down his bare chest. His eyes flicker to yours, his breathing growing heavier as your foot circles around where he needs you the most, never touching.

You can sense his dazed pleading look even when you're looking at your nails, acting uninterested. Can hear his shaky breaths, feel his hips twitching, aching with need. You think he's been good and deserves a reward.

Your foot moves away, gliding up against his wet skin until your legs are settled over his shoulders, a silent go ahead. Instantly his lips attach themselves to your thighs, giving them both attention. His mouth claims every inch of your skin, tugging and sucking even the metal that hugs your curves.

Slowly, he eases you in until you're dripping and ready for everything he'll give you.

Every time Sylus says something about taming him my mind goes places, very beautiful and heart warming places.

Tags:

@caterpillar-in-disguise

[yes-no-maybe-soo]

Looking at this restores my will to live (whilst also increasing my risk of getting diabetes) 💘 the blushing and the overjoyed smiles, MC being almost giddy, Sylus placing his hand on his heart while going down on his knee to kiss MC's hand like the loverboy he is 💗

[ishiin-esque]

Oops my hand slipped

Caleb mc silly drawing

I did his myth story today and omg my shaylaaaaaa😭😭😭😭😭😭 protect my puppy pls

[dizzyplushiekiller]

[sowrennie]

shawty is a little jelly but it’s okay we love him

[fishik]

Happy Valentine's day ⛄❤️