#xyrus

[eruden-writes]

The Sweet Spot is coming to print and ebook soon!

As a treat, here's the cover. ;P

The Sweet Spot was first published on Wattpad in 2019. I took it - and a number of other stories - down from that site in 2024, due to my stories involving trans characters getting removed.

I've gone through, proofread and edited it. There's also an additional scene that wasn't in the Wattpad version, too. (Although it's not spicy.)

Anywho, for anyone unaware of this story, here's the blurb:

When Sienna walked into The Sweet Spot, a local bakery, she never expected to meet a stunning Serpentine man, let alone one so personable and smiley. Believing Xyrus's kindness to simply be great customer service and innate affability, she surrenders herself to secretly admiring him whenever she swings by. When a particularly bad date has her running to the safety of The Sweet Spot, Sienna realizes her feelings may not be so well-kept from Xyrus after all.

This is going to be a novella. I haven't decided yet if I should attach other short stories to the end. As of right now, it's just The Sweet Spot.

[mandaloriwren]

Name: Xyrus Raa

Role: Manipulator, Sadist

Species: Sith Pureblood

Gender: Cis Male

Pronouns: he/him/his

Age: 23 at time of death

Height: 6'1", 187cm

Faceclaim: Young Ralph Fiennes

Graphic description of disembowelment in description. Description of slavery as well as physical abuse, emotional abuse, sexual abuse, and psychological abuse.

The Pureblood was a acid mix of contradictions: he was a misanthrope obsessed with physical contact, he hated dirtying his hands yet would carefully carve the flesh of living beings with intricate patterns and markings. He was consistent only in that he thrived in calamity, that he found joy and ecstacy in the pain of others, and he loved himself alone.

He was first thought to be blind to the Force, something he resented almost more than being the son of a slave or being a slave himself. It was a brutal beating from the other slaves of his father's household that seemed to trigger any sensitivity in the Force. Apparently, years of being told that his Sith father hated him, that his Sith father found no worth in him, that he was lower than any other alien slave his father owned, created such a hatred that the Force seemed to wake in him.

Though he was hardly strong in the Force, his hatred and temper made him a great Sith. He wanted to climb ladders, and he did so by carefully orchestrating deaths and mutilations. The first to fall was his father, found in his own bed with guts strewn across the sheets and ribs protruding out of the skin. Brain matter had been pulled out, and so were the eyes and tongue. He had done more to the body, most which remain unnamed.

The next to fall was his mother, the slave that bore him. She was already frail, and had done all she could to protect him, but he didn't see it as enough. How could he, when he was a Pureblood slave? He had left her womb outside her body, hanging the rest of her high in a cage above the roof, where birds pecked at her remains.

He grew powerful, not through the Force, but through manipulation, sadism, and every trait considered Good in a Sith. Nearly everyone he touched became prey to him, each dying more spectacularly than the last, and it was beautiful.

Despite it all, his favorite prey was a twi'lek male by the name of Slovir Aranxia. He was such a pretty twi'lek, and a Jedi as well: One that believed himself strong enough to kill him. Him, a Sith Pureblood, a being so perfect and above any other species, especially twi'leks. It was one of the many reasons why he kept a twi'lek slave as a pet, one who called herself Lei'ti. His other favorite pet was one given by Imperial Intelligence, a beautiful young human male by the name of Y'ael. And while Lei'ti was submissive (out of a beautifully crafted survival instinct), and while Y'ael was malleable, something he built to suit him perfectly, Slovir was something else entirely. Slovir was a Jedi he could break and tear apart and love with gentle kisses and claws down the skin. That twi'lek thought himself unbreakable, and Xyrus reveled in proving him wrong.

So it was to his irritation that he found his new toy gone one day. Luckily for him, it was easy to find the culprit: the twi'lek slave he owned, who he found out was the Jedi's sister.

He enjoyed punishing her that night. He left streaks across her back, ones he made sure would heal with as much scarring as possible, left her with a permanent limp and so many deep, dark bruises to press fingertips into later. He understood very well that she would call for her brother's help, and he would make her watch as he tore him apart. To his surprise and outrage, Slovir killed him instead.

Notes:

The actual worst.

[sharkbarkz]

Xyrus (Zyrus?) from Judgement is so babygirl

[wildestdreamcatcher]

I feel like Cyrus is Xander's favorite person tbh

cyrus would always paint xanders nails and did these cool complex designs and he’d always feel so bad because they’d get messed up during soccer practice

Awwwwww!!! I love them sm 🥰💞!!

[platinumlykos]

[glitchd-demigod]

Lynx belongs to @minxie-lynxie And Xyrus is my own

[c-large-pancake-with-holes]

Your wish is my command

[fyuyushia]

[5:11] Dense people are dangerous. Ft. Arthur

People hate to see me coming(no.1 Arthur glazer reporting for duty)

The grand banquet was at full swing. The dead retainer encased in ever freezing ice, put on display for everyone currently attending.

After suffering major losses, constantly losing in the war against the opposite continent—Alacrya—a moral boost was needed in order to keep the people of the nation hopeful.

And hope did Arthur provide. Bold, strong, confident. Arthur proclaimed his strength for everyone to see, playing himself to be stronger than he truly was to give the civilians reason to continue believing in the lances of the nation.

It worked, thankfully, but gosh did he bite back his words later on during his attendance in the ball.

Had it not been for Tessia's help when it came to conversing with the other nobles and keeping his posture up straight, Arthur was sure he would've buckled under the pain of his injuries and give himself away to everyone.

Arthur knew he should probably excuse himself as soon as possible—he wanted to do so—but he refused to retreat until he saw the familiar face of a friend he's acquainted himself with in this life. Someone who shared the same secret, and someone who shared the same burdens as he.

"We've already talked to the important guests, are you sure you want to keep strolling around?" Tessia's worried voice snaps him out of his search.

Arthur blinks, and looks down at Tessia. She clung onto his arm, helping him go through the motions necessary for the ball. Giving her a small smile, he nods, feeling his heart sinks with every second that passed.

Were you not coming?

Just before he could let the worry fester, you suddenly walked in, finally showing up hours after the main event.

Your arm was linked with someone—a man—one he didn't know. Dressed to the nines for the event, something he's never found you in.

A small, polite smile played on your lips, the light encasing you and the partner you attended the ball with.

His breath hitched, just a bit.

Maybe it's because it's been so long since he'd last seen you, but the sight of you—the thought of finally being in the same room as you—made his heart pace just a bit quicker.

Though, followed along by the quick beating of his heart was it sinking to his chest. Like something heavy was suddenly put on the fragile organ, leaving it buckling under the sudden weight.

His eyes darted to your parting arms but linked hands. As your partner held your hand by the tips of your fingers, he follows with his eyes as the stranger gives the back of your hand a chaste kiss.

Who was he?

He licks his lips, unconsciously hardening his stare. This wasn't like him, it really wasn't. However, the thought of you being with anyone else made his stomach churn.

What's going on?

You part from your partner with a small giggle. Retracting your arm and bringing it up to cover your mouth, you bid him farewell with the other and say something—he doesn't know what, he can't hear it—which makes the two of you laugh.

"Art?" Tessia blocks his view of you and leans closer to him. Her brows furrowed, worry laced in her features as she took in his unusually hardened stare.

Her eyes followed his, curious to see what's gotten him so worked up. Instead of seeing anything concerning though, she did find you—a friend she earned during the Xyrus days.

She visibly lit up, removing her arms around Arthur, she beams and waves you over.

"[Name]! You came!"

Her loud call made you twist your head to look at the source. Curiously looking around, your gaze eventually lands on her when she calls for you again.

"Hm? Oh, Tessia, Arthur." Curious eyes crinkled with delight when you saw a familiar face.

Wasting no time, you immediately made your way over to them, navigating through the relatively crowded room with ease.

Arthur mildly panics, snapped out of his unusually rough demeanor when he sees you coming over his(and Tessia's way) clearing his throat, he quickly fixes his posture and puts back his smile.

"You're late." Tessia huffs, narrowing her eyes playfully. "I thought you'd never come!"

You chuckle at that, apologetic for your late appearance. "Sorry, I was busy healing the injured during the recent attack. I just got the free time a few hours ago and had to rush to get here."

"Really? How is it now?" Tessia asks, lips quirked into a concerned frown.

"Better. We've healed the more severely injured ones, it's just a matter of nursing them back to health now."

Arthur clears his throat, again, and he hopes Tessia wouldn't notice. Rapturing yours and her attention, he takes a step forward to join in on the conversation.

"Seems like you weren't just idling around during these past few years." Arthur's eyes sweeps over your figure. "You've grown. Changed. You look a lot more mature now, tougher."

You smile, giving him a small nod. "You too. I see you've grown a few inches during your time away."

Tessia steps in, wrapping her arms around you in a tight embrace. "I missed you." She murmurs, squeezing you softly.

Your eyes crinkled, and you return her embrace as well. Rubbing small circles on her back, you smile softly. She pulls away after a long moment, calming down from her initial excitement of seeing you again.

Stepping back, you turn and find Arthur opening his arms as well, expecting a hug. For a moment, you were tempted to refrain from giving him the privilege, but your fondness for the man made you forego such thoughts and welcome him back.

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you give him a pat on the back. Arthur covers your body with his own, bringing you close to him as he gives a playful squeeze. You bask in the warm moment, giving him a pat on the back. Arthur holds you close, a small smile playing on his lips.

After such long anticipation he finally got to see you again. For a moment it was all sweet and wholesome, warm, comfortable.

Until—

Arthur’s body twitched under your touch, a low, pained grunt escaping from his throat.

You froze, pulling back slightly to study him, worried. "Are you alright?"

He pulls back, but you don't let him, moving closer when he tries to step away.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just a—" he winces, unable to mask his pain when you suddenly poked onto his side.

You frown when he has to hold back a yelp. Invading his space, a sharp, professional instinct honed after so many time in the battlefield immediately took over.

"Excuse me."

Your hands, once resting harmlessly around his waist, suddenly moved to his torso, skimming across his ribs, pressing gently along his sides as your healer instincts kicked in. You had a sneaking suspicion that this man might actually be a bit more injured than he presented himself to be.

If going by the way he favored resting his weight over the other, the small winces whenever he made a move that involved moving a certain muscle, then there was definitely something going on. You've seen enough injured people to know when someone was a patient undergoing recovery.

"You’re hurt," you mumbled under your breath, more to yourself than to him or anyone else.

Suddenly, without thinking about the possible consequences of your actions, you started feeling him around, pressing your fingers along his body in search of hidden injuries in the public space.

Arthur's entire body locked up.

"[Name]—" he stammered, nearly choking as your hands casually explored his chest, ribs, waist, the sides of his hips—just about his entire body.

You fail to comprehend that to anyone watching (and to that, there were many), it looked...very different from a medical check.

Reverting to your workaholic nature, you immediately pressed around, checked for any signs of injuries. You forgot the crowd, who'd care about that when there was a possibly wounded man in front of you?

Tessia, standing nearby, paled before flushing beet red, hands feebly flapping to her sides as she watched you continue on with your enthusiastic check up.

Arthur, meanwhile, had gone completely rigid, every muscle in his body taut with mortification.

Your hands were sliding up again, fingertips brushing over his chest—and that was his finally straw. Arthur finally snapped out of his initial horror and grabbed both your wrists, holding them firmly in place.

"Are you... injured?" you asked, brows knitting tighter together as you registered every slight twitch of his expression.

Arthur’s breath hitched. Around you, nobles started to glance over curiously. You blinked up at him, completely missing the suggestiveness of your actions.

"Don't." He took a sharp inhale, struggling to rein in his emotions. "Don't do that out in the open."

You blinked, surprised by his intervention. And, bless you, but somehow someway you still failed to comprehend how your actions might have seemed to the rest.

"Of course, right. I shouldn't be doing this out in the open." Checking for injuries, that is. You never know if someone in this crowd was weak to blood. "Then, shall we take this to somewhere more private?"

Tessia gasps, a hand covering her mouth. She was completely taking this the wrong way, if going by the way her face paled, then turned beet red, as if scandalized.

Arthur closes his eyes and counts to five. Social cues. Have you never heard of spatial awareness? Never took lessons for better wording of sentences? He swallows thickly. For a person who shared a similar age to him and live through two different lives, you sure were as dense as a rock.

Whilst he atleast knew how to word things better and pick up social cues, clearly you were far above caring for it.

"I'd like to check your inj—"

Before you could blurt his little secret out to everyone attending, Arthur, face burning, leaned in and clamped a hand lightly over your mouth.

"Don't. Not here." he hissed, his gaze darting around, sighing when he saw that no one had overheard.

Suddenly, without waiting for a reply, Arthur grabbed your hand and tugged you along behind him, weaving swiftly through the crowd and navigating towards a quieter corner of the palace.

Tessia stood frozen, left behind with her mouth slightly agape, jealousy and panic swirling behind her wide eyes.

...

The two of you ended up in a small guest room. A space where guests could come and rest—though, only the more prized ones had access to this space.

"Seriously," he muttered, raking a hand through his hair, "you can't just—do that—to someone in public."

You gave him a confused look, brushing his scolding aside. "Right. Sorry about that, I've gotten too used to how it was in the battlefield. I forget that not everyone is fond of seeing gore and blood."

Arthur looks at you, baffled. He shakes his head, sighing. "That's not what I meant I—" he takes a sharp inhale. "Yes, sure, it's fine."

"Alright, shirt off."

Arthur sputtered. He hugs himself and leans far away from you, scandalized. "Excuse me?"

You tapped your foot impatiently, arms crossed. "Arthur, your highness" you glared at him, referring to his title in your past life. "I can't heal you if I can't see what's wrong. Now hurry up."

He stared at you, utterly dumbfounded by your lack of skills when it came to tact, before groaning and muttering something under his breath about you being "socially oblivious as ever."

Still, after a beat, he started tugging his coat off with a grumble. You watched with the demeanor of a physician impatiently waiting for a hardheaded patient to do as told so you could get your work over with. And, honestly? It probably wasn't that far off.

"You can't just say something so out of pocket and pretend it's nothing serious." He grumbles, but you pay it no mind.

Finally, he took off his coat and undid his garments, revealing his bandaged torso for you to see.

"You haven't changed at all," he said, shaking his head, but there was no real anger in his voice. Only a reluctant fondness. "Back then, and even now."

You rolled your eyes. "And you still don't know how to ask for help properly. Back then, and even know." You huffed, having the audacity to be the one acting annoyed at the other party's actions. "Goodness, you grew up in a loving household this time with great bonds, and yet you still struggle with sharing burdens."

Arthur huffed a laugh, and for a moment, the tension between you lightened, leaving only the comfortable, chaotic familiarity you two shared.

"You have the nerve to say that about me?" Arthur quirks a brow. It's not even about the fact that he was a king and you were only a medic in your past life, it's the fact that you were probably more of an emotionally constipated person than he was that got him.

You ignored his quip, focusing more in healing his wounds. Deftly unraveling his bandages, your eyes narrow as more and more of his injuries reveals itself before you.

Angry dark bruises spread across his stomach, the sides of his ribs, trickling down to his arm and more.

"This is pretty horrible."

Arthur sighs. "Really? I don't think it's that bad, considering I went against a retainer. I was expecting more wounds, truthfully."

"This... Isn't a lot?" You look at him as if he's grown two heads. "Just because it can get worse doesn't mean it's already bad enough as is."

Arthur huffs out a laugh, at ease with you. And then he stops. Recalling a memory he just made earlier.

"right, who was that man you were with earlier?"

You hum, pausing to think. "Oh, the man I entered with earlier?"

He takes a gulp. "Yes, that man."

"Oh, he's someone I work with. He's a good one, that guy. He teaches me how to effectively use this magic thing while I teach him more practical 'healing' that doesn't use much magic."

Arthur hums. "The two of you seem pretty close."

"We are."

His mood slightly sours at that. He doesn't acknowledge it's jealousy, he thinks he doesn't have time for such frivolous feelings.

"Really?"

"really."

You nod. He scrutinizes your nod, checking for any giveaways that you might fancy the boy. Your face remains still however, and you ignore his glare all too easily.

He sighs. Feeling defeated for no apparent reason.

"Hold still," you say, gaze fixated on the wounds that marred his skin. "Seems like they've already been cleaned and all so I'll just go with straight up healing."

Without waiting for a reply, you push your own mana and direct it to your hands, allowing it to slip out of you. Faintly glowing, warm light emits from the tips of your fingers and spread throughout his body, little balls of mana attaching itself to his injuries and soaking it with it's comforting heat.

Slowly, steadily, his wounds began to stich back itself, knitting together, leaving only a scar in it's wake.

"Foolish man." You whisper, the faint light of your magic casting a soft glow on both of your faces. "Is it because you once held the weight of the world once that you continue with the habit of shouldering everything on your own?"

His gaze flicks over to you, his initial annoyance(and fluster) dissipating as he watches you work. "No."

"It's precisely because I've been blessed with company I've deprived myself off in the past that I stubbornly fight." He smiles, bittersweet. "I don't want to lose anyone. I'll stop everything that might be a threat to those I cherish if I can help it."

You don't give away any specific expression. Gaze trained on his scars, you don't give away your thoughts. Any of them. Just as you always had, and it both maddens and comforts him so.

"Is that so?"

He nods. His eyes fixates itself on you, softening ever so slightly. "And that includes you too, by the way."

You blink, expression making way for surprise. "Me?"

"Mhm, you."

You look around, unsure, and then back at him. You tilt your head, confused. "I—thank you."

He sighs. His mouth part, as if wanting to say something, but stops midway. Instead he curls his lips into a smile, small, but genuine. There was no getting through your thick skull.

"Of course."

[ratman517]

Take my Zyrus (Xyrus?) design ^_^

[k3itar0-with-a-three]

OCS X TETRO CROSSOVER REAL!!!

Made some dumb lil chibi sketches of my OCs wearing tetro fits :3

Yes they're wearing the fits of who their fav would be! :D

Could make a part 2 with the tetro cast wearing what my Ocs wear... maybe.

To those of y'all who are curious, the names of these goobers are below along with who they're cosplaying :3

Watari: Artemis (they/it) Harada: Reol (he/him) Tsuno: Ikarys (he/she/they) Wada: Aizer (he/they) Hiroaki: Yuuko (he/it) Okazaki: Xyrus (they/them) Hama: Kaeos (he/they) Isono: Red (he/him)

yea that's it :3 Yuuko was the one I had the most fun drawing hehe

[eruden-writes]

The Sweet Spot is updating on Kindle Vella, with a new scene!

When Sienna walked into The Sweet Spot, a local bakery, she never guessed the owner would be a Serpentine that'd spark her interest. With his pick of flirty patrons, she doesn't even consider Xyrus as anything more than politely intriguing. Settling for simply being that awkward human regular, Sienna indulges in her curiosity in private. But for some reason, Xyrus can't seem to leave her alone and she can't figure out why. Non-Human x Human / Rom Com / Sweet With High-Level Spice Later

[g0shawks]

sable servet,

Princess of the Servet House, the chosen rulers of the divine kingdom of Utirkya in the land of Milik. Third in line for the throne of Xyrus the Judgement's Prophet, the Golden Seat of The Seven Seraphim of Heaven.

[pkfortis]

BSF Update: Page 1286 - They have a saying in Xyrus’s adventuring party: If Grrg built it, it’s probably a golem.

[kiwakiol]

One of my non-fandom OCs his name is Xyrus he is a Celeste (Angel like creatures in my original story) he runs a casino. He is a little shit that only cares about himself and his goals.

I'm not yet finished with his lore tho.

[themercyinstarlight]

Next we have Xyrus Tarhavana, my golden monster king ✨🤎🦁

[electro-scorpion-moving]

17, 37, 42 for the OC ask game 👀

I’m doing Xyrus and Rachel, because while they’re from separate stories, these two have been the ones occupying my brain rent free as of late. (Also they’re currently the only ones with a semi permanent name rn lol)

17: Does your character have any irrational fears?

Xyrus (he/him)- deathly afraid of snakes being in the toilet, he always has to check for any snakes before he uses the toilet

Rachel (they/them) - scared of butterflies :(. The universe is conspiring against them because both their ex gfs ex friends loved butterflies, and one of them even had a special interest in em

37: Do people have justified grudges against your character?

Xyrus (he/him) - Nah, he’s a kinda forgettable dude who keeps his head down.

The exception is his sister, cause he was a shitty ass sibling to her, both actively bullying her and being uninvolved in her life as best he could be at the time, and then he became even more uninvolved when he ✌️ out of her and her family’s life going complete no contact for several years.

Rachel (they/them) - Oh, so so many. They and her ex friends were the mean girls of their school, + just generally kind of shitty people, and obviously that isn’t very conducive to making sure people don’t have a grudge against you.

And then Rachel went and became a bit of a transphobic internet troll for a good while so like 🤷

For specific people it’d be those two former mean girls, ex friends of hers, because not only was the friendship toxic as hell, they lowkey had a gay thing going on that none of them would acknowledge, even to their own selves

42: What would be your character’s dream career?

Xyrus (he/him) - Wanted to be an architect but his family cut him off and disowned him for being trans, and he couldn’t afford it on his own so ☹️.

Rachel (they/them) - They wanted to be a pastor as a kid but then they had their dreams crushed hard by their parents for reasons (misogyny.) They started pursuing writing as a career of some sorts in highschool, and mybe in college a bit but then quickly realized their heart wasn’t in it enough to make it their job instead of just a hobby.

Now they’re just kinda aimless and don’t really know what they want