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where all the worlds begin | snowcrow x you

sum: you wanted to take them out for a change. cw: tooth-rotting fluff, mild language, gendered terms, brief alcohol mention, snowcrow being ridiculously sweet, disgustingly romantic & self-indulgent, i took out the part that got steamy, 2k wc, shaking off the writer’s block recommended listening: la vie en rose - aoi teshima

You don’t know why you’re so nervous. You’ve seen each other naked. Watched each other bleed. Wiped one another’s (read: your) tears.

This?

This is nothing.

Still, your impromptu pep talk doesn’t make the gnarl in your stomach any more bearable.

After pacing the gleaming floor of the hallway just beyond Sylus’ study, you finally slip inside, deciding to don your big girl pants.

Two sets of eyes greet you when the door hisses shut. Your body vibrates with cold fright, and you press yourself against the ornate wood to calm your rabbiting pulse.

Zayne is hunched over Sylus’ desk, quietly appraising you from behind his glasses. Sylus, seated in his leather chair, regards you with that typical amusement as if he’s gleaned through your thoughts.

You bypass a greeting. Gods know you’re beyond formalities. Clearing your throat after a steadying breath in, you lean against the doorframe, opting for calm, praying your voice doesn’t waver.

“You guys wanna…go out?”

Zayne’s brows knit quizzically. One corner of Sylus’ lips twitches up.

Straightening in his chair, Sylus is thankfully the first to snap the awkward silence. “Out? As in a date?”

You nod, pulling at your fingertips, feeling small and foolish beneath their scrutiny. Maybe you weren’t ready for this.

While you’re busy studying the scuff on your shoe, Zayne chimes in. “You want to take us out?” he queries in that even tone. Humor curdles beneath. “That’s…new.”

You scoff, looking between them. Way to make you feel even more ridiculous. “Well, try not to sound so enthusiastic about it.”

You get it. Typically, they’re the ones orchestrating your outings. Inviting you to indulge in lavish things. Initiating. So what if you want to do something different for a change? Take them out? Spoil them instead if the other way around?

Zayne stands to full height, crossing his arms over a virile chest. He taps his bicep, the faint, upward arc of his lips unmissable in the jaundiced hue of Sylus’ study.

“I’m not saying I’m opposed to it. It’s just an…interesting turn of events.”

The leather of Sylus’ chair squeaks, followed by a laugh reminiscent of a low-purring engine. You watch Sylus lean back, tapping his bottom lip in deliberation. He intends to murder you with the suspense of a response, yet he does a terrible job shielding his mirth behind his hand.

“She wants to spoil us for a change, Zayne. What do you think? Should we check her for a fever?”

You glower when Zayne stifles a chuckle into his fist, disguising it as a cough.

Pushing off the doorframe, you near the desk, arms folded, eyes narrowed. “Ya know, if you’re gonna be dicks about it, I’ll rescind my invite.”

Zayne’s entertained gaze slides from Sylus to you. It softens along with the round of his lips. “I have no qualms about it.”

The tension between your shoulders loosens the slightest bit. Leave it to Zayne to shift the air into something more bearable. You would kiss him if your nerves weren’t firing off like solar flares beneath your skin in anticipation of what your other half might say.

You watch Sylus expectantly as he sits up, sighing theatrically, slapping his thighs like you’re holding him at gunpoint. He loves to give you shit—they both do. Yet, Sylus is always the one to prolong your suffering.

“Well, if the good doctor here agrees to your terms, then I suppose I have no choice but to accept, too.” He pitches forward with his elbows on the desk, fingertips pressed together, as if he’s taking part in a steep negotiation.

Rolling your eyes, you can’t disguise the upward tick of your lips.

“Now, where are we off to?” Sylus prods, slowly rising from his seat and shoving his hands into his pockets, standing in that lax slouch.

Zayne quirks a brow at you, equally curious.

You anticipated this. Hell, you half-expected Sylus to parse through the layers of your poker face to take a conveniently spot-on guess at what you have planned.

It’s your turn to drag the knife of suspense across smooth skin.

Pressing your index finger to your lips and winking, you murmur, “It’s a secret,” before skipping out of Sylus’ office, your maniacal cackle reverberating off grandiose walls.

Your perplexed lovers watch you retreat before eyeing each other with varying degrees of amusement and exchanging a shrug.

—

For days, you prep. Painstaking. Secretive. All until the night of your grand scheme.

You pack their favorite snacks into a basket—an amalgamation of sweet, salty, and sour. Stuff a case of beers into a mini cooler filled with ice. Procured a nice bottle of Scotch for Zayne, an expensive dry red for Sylus. Anything to make the night more comfortable for your favorite duo.

Packing the bed of your truck with an air mattress, you layer it with way too many pillows and blankets. So many, you struggle to close the cover.

It’s cozy. Maybe not plush like the king-sized sprawl of a bed in a luxury hotel, courtesy of Sylus. But it’s something to make what you have in store that much more endearing.

You told them to dress comfortably for the evening. No need for tailored waistcoats or expensive shoes.

It’s comical, watching Sylus and Zayne walk into your apartment in what they deem “casual.” Ah well. At least they tried to humor you.

The three of you load into your truck, Sylus in the passenger’s seat, Zayne behind you. They fill the drive with idle chatter and music, not asking questions until the glaring pulse of the city lights fades in the rearview.

“Are you planning to kill us?” Sylus teases, a hand on your thigh, burning through your denim.

You give him a flat look over the soft blue of the dashboard, fingers tight on the steering wheel. “Of course not.”

His responding grin is impish to match the twitch of Zayne’s lips in the mirror.

“With our combined strength, we could easily subdue her,” Zayne adds from the backseat.

You roll your eyes, but you can’t blame them for being curious. You’ve been driving for nearly an hour, not giving them an inkling of where you’re taking them.

Eventually, you trade the seemingly endless darkness for the yawning maw of a canyon. It stretches towards a violet canvas littered with stars reminiscent of spilled milk. The dusty band of the Milky Way powders the sky on the horizon. It’s a scene out of a movie. A well-timed shot in a science magazine.

You pull the truck onto a flat overlook and kill the engine. Eyeing them with an omniscient grin, you hop out, kicking up moon dust and stirring loose gravel.

They trade wary yet entertained looks before unbuckling their seatbelts and joining you in the back.

With a flourish of your fingers, you reveal your project—the truck bed transformed into a comfortable nest beneath the stars. A standing tray housing the snacks, wine, Scotch, and cooler sits in the center of your cozy chaos.

For a moment, their silence discourages you. You think you’ve mucked up, dragging them away from the city for something languid and modest.

The awestruck gleam in Zayne’s eyes as he ingests the scenery sends a warm thrill down your spine. His earthy gaze falls on you, earnest, stripped of its usual cold detachment.

“Did you do all of this for us?”

After taking in the setup, Sylus studies you, too, lips slightly parting as his eyes gleam a luminous red beneath the moonlight. Almost like the idea of you organizing something so plain has pilfered the air from his lungs.

You press your index fingers together, nodding sheepishly. “Do you…like it?”

It might be simple. May not be a fancy restaurant with menu items you can't pronounce. And maybe it’s not a private tour on a yacht worth more than your annual salary. But it’s a break from what’s typical. Your attempt at giving your two loves a glimpse into your mind. Your vices.

You feel vulnerable beneath their perusal. Study your sneaker twisting in the sand until a large hand falls onto the crown of your head, affectionately tousling your hair.

Sylus peers down at you with a youthful shine to his eyes, lips rucked up into something soft and unhindered. Zayne drops a hand onto your shoulder, squeezing it with reassurance.

“It’s beautiful,” Zayne whispers, voice tapering with emotion.

Warmth blossoms in your chest. A slow smile takes possession of your lips. You didn’t do too bad, now did you?

They take either of your hands, guiding you onto the truck bed. Zayne crowds in beside you, cross-legged, still donning that smile that rivals the nebulous halo of the stars overhead.

Sylus lingers just beyond, his riotous white hair dancing in a breeze as if he’s searching the cosmos for all its secrets. He joins you soon after, sitting across your makeshift table at the truck’s tail.

—

The conglomerate of sounds played by distant wildlife fills the valley below, accompanied by the soft croon of tunes leaking from the speakers of your truck.

You’ve had a beer or two. Zayne’s peach-faced from the burn of the Scotch gleaming in the canteen cup you gave him. Sylus wears half-mast eyes, swirling the scarlet contents of his wine bulb you poured earlier.

They’re both smiling. Haven’t stopped since you brought them out and invited them into your tiny slice of sanctuary.

You’re housed between them, shoulder to shoulder, swaddled by hypnotizing heat, your shoes discarded and legs tangled together. It’s a tight fit—they’re uncommonly large, yet they bear the discomfort to indulge you.

Soft sherpa swaths your body. The Earth is a boundless sprawl of stars above, so voidless and vast, you could fall into it if gravity didn’t tether you to the ground.

Blinking sheepishly, you direct your boyfriends’ attention to the sky with your finger, your voice scant above a whisper.

“Give it a sec. Something cool’s about to happen.”

They cram close until their heads rest on either side of yours, already committing the patchwork of constellations to memory.

As if timed by your instruction, the first streak cuts through the sky in a brilliant flash. So brusque, you could miss it with a blink.

With childlike glee, you point again to a different patch of sky, another flash soaring across the firmament. Another joins it. And another. One more before the world suddenly erupts with stunning veins of white like rain trailing down a windowpane.

One by one, meteors burn arcs through the mesosphere, winking out of existence as quickly as they spawn.

So caught up in the beauty of the meteor shower, you hardly register Sylus pulling you into his side, your head falling onto the rigid pane of his chest. Barely notice Zayne curling up behind, his chin notched into your shoulder, his voice vibrating your spine.

“Who knew you were such a romantic?” he mocks, chuckling when you elbow him in his ribs.

Sylus weaves his fingers in your hair, his heartbeat mollifying beneath your cheek.

Warmth envelops you, spreading outward from your chest like coronal ejections spuming from the sun. A product not only of the blankets piled over your bodies and the booze coloring your veins. But a consequence of your loves surrounding you, their hands subtly seeking yours out.

You bask in the soundlessness and the sky splitting itself open overhead, smiling so wide, your cheeks ache, a hot film of wetness blurring your periphery. An expensive hotel suite could never compete with this. No grand tier seats at a play, nor luxurious dining on a rooftop.

Wrapped intimately between your lovers, their hold feels as infinite as the galaxy spread overhead.

#this is so sweet 😭🤍#so beautiful as always #overwhelmed with emotions #i actually teared up reading this #in my luteal phase #heart beating so fast i can feel it in my stomach #missed a lot of content the past few days #i need to lock in seriously #lads fic #lads snowcrow fic #by comatosebunny09 #sylus x reader #zayne x reader

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