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OH MY GOD THEYRE SO ADORABLE 😭

they purposely hide their eyes so you can’t see that they’re scheming

SO, @dissociativewriter , you think you can just a cute as frick family au fic featuring fat Mephisto and baby Luke and Kieran and i would just read it and move on like a NORMAL human being?! 😡 (/j im so not mad it was so sweet)

I READ YOUR ENTIRE SERIES SO FAR, WENT INSANe and then woke up with drawings

I dont know what kind of vibes you were aiming for when writing six year old twins so i hope this aint TOO off the mark lmao

EVERYONE GO READ IT. NOW. I BEG.

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Crow Family- Feathered Friend

Young Luke and Kieran AU, Sylus x nonMC!reader | fem reader, not proofread | 623 words | Crow Family masterlist

author’s note: this one’s short and kinda weak i think but i wanted to introduce mephisto before i write more parts <3 (for reference this is specifically fat mephisto by @memephi because i am obsessed. if you follow them, you might see a few references to some of their art!) as always, requests are open for crow family shenanigans!

“You’re here!” Luke yelled as soon as you walked through the door.

You’re nearly knocked off your feet by the force of the little six year old colliding into your legs for a hug.

“Hello, my love,” you murmured, running your fingers through his hair. “Where’s Kieran? Or Sylus?”

Luke pulled your hand and started to walk off. “Papa’s working on something, I don’t know, but me and Kieran have something to show you!”

You raised an eyebrow, dragging your feet a bit. “Oh? What’s that?”

“Come and see!” he exclaimed, tugging harder.

As soon as you entered the twins’ bedroom, you were met with the sight of Kieran clutching a rather big bird.

He gave you a toothy grin. “This is Mephisto!”

‘Mephisto’ squawked.

“He’s a crow!” Kieran said, as if that explained everything.

“…Isn’t he a little big to be a crow?” you finally asked.

“He wasn’t always that big,” Sylus cut in, leaning on the doorframe. “Someone kept feeding him leftovers, and now he’s overweight.” He gave a pointed stare to Luke.

“I wonder who would do that…” he mumbled.

Sylus let out a light chuckle.

You smiled. “Well, he’s very cute.”

Luke lit up. “You like him?” He was nearly vibrating when you nodded.

He rushed off to his bedside table, digging through all their trinkets and toys (was that a pocket knife?) before finally pulling out a slightly torn piece of paper, cut to be about the size of a credit card.

Luke handed it to you with pride.

It was clumsily cut, the edges shaky. On the card itself were various drawings of crows and feathers and smiling faces, as well as what you assumed was supposed to be you with the twins. And then, in the very center, wobbly letters spelled out:

FAT MEFISTOW MEMMBERSHIP CARD

“Now he’s your friend!” Luke said.

Kieran frowned. “As long as you don’t like him more than us.”

Luke’s smile melted into a frown mirroring Kieran’s. “Yeah, you can be friends with Mephisto, but you have to be best friends with us!”

“How come I didn’t get one of these cards?” Sylus asked.

Kieran only shrugged before turning back to you. “Do you want to hold him?”

Before you could even answer, the bird was thrust into your hand. He melded into the shape of it, squishy and warm against your skin. He looked up at you, cooing quietly.

Kieran broke out into a grin. “He likes you!”

Mephisto hopped up out of your hand, nearly dropping to the ground as he tried to fly, though he quickly picked himself up. He dove into a jar labeled “Mephisto’s Precious Vault” that was hidden behind a crow plushie, rummaging around for nearly a full minute.

He returned to his spot in your hand, a shiny pen cap secured safely in his beak. You stared, dumbfounded, as Mephisto dropped it into your palm.

“It’s a gift to you,” Sylus explained. “That’s a pen cap from an N109 Zone bookstore that the boys nearly burned to the ground.”

You stared at Sylus with wide eyes.

He shook his head helplessly. “They get into a lot of trouble,” he muttered.

“Now that she’s met Mephisto,” Luke began, tugging on Sylus’s pant leg, “does this mean she’s a part of the family?”

Sylus crouched down. “I’m afraid it’s a bit more complicated than that, buddy,” he said apologetically.

Kieran pulled Luke away from you and Sylus. “Looks like we have a new mission,” he whispered.

Luke nodded solemnly. “Operation get Papa and miss married starts now!”

The boys grinned devilishly as you and Sylus exchanged glances.

“Just what have I gotten into?” you asked, flipping the pen cap between your fingers.

“I wish I knew,” Sylus sighed.

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Unnatural Affinity- Part 14

Isekai!Reader x Love and Deepspace

wc: 2.3k

cw: angst, questioning, grief, regret, cheesy nickname, crisis

Synopsis: You and Sylus visit Skyhaven.

author’s note: I need to stop posting things at four a.m. because I’m never sure if they’re good >_< anyways, I hope yall are ready for Em’s part next because I am super excited <3

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“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Sylus said, glancing over at you.

You took a deep breath, turning away to look out the car window. “I’ll be alright,” you finally muttered. “I’m stronger than you think.”

“I know you’re strong,” Sylus sighed. He tapped his finger against the steering wheel. “I just don’t want you to get in a situation you don’t want to be in.”

The car fell silent.

You knew Sylus was right, deep down. You just didn’t want to admit it. Why were you pushing yourself to do this?

To feel strong again, came the answer from the pit of your stomach.

It was another thing you didn’t want to admit; how weak you had felt since that day in Skyhaven. That feeling of helplessness hadn’t gone away. It was like when that bedroom door had locked, all your self-worth had been locked away with it. In the back of your mind, you were starting to wonder if maybe Em was right. Maybe you weren’t cut out for this, maybe it’d be better if you just kept quiet.

Going back to Skyhaven, back to that apartment, filled you with dread. But you felt like it was something you had to do. Something that could let you prove yourself.

Something that would put distance between you and the person that was crying in the guest bedroom with bloodied fists.

Sylus eyed you as he parked the car. “Say the word, little dove, and we go back home.”

Home.

Did you even have a home anymore?

The apartment was dark.

Lights off, curtains drawn. At first glance, everything looked perfect. Pristinely clean, sleek furniture, nothing out of place. Just like a showroom.

“Onychinus’s armory is more homey than this,” Sylus remarked. He paused as he picked up an apple plushie, wrinkled as though someone had squeezed it too hard.

Sylus cast it aside. “I never cared for apples.”

“Aren’t you a fruit vendor?” you asked. “Apples are a pretty basic fruit.”

“Well, I guess I simply don’t like ‘basic’ things.” He smirked.

You paced around the apartment, unease settling in your bones. “You’re sure Caleb will be here today?” you asked, glancing in the near-empty kitchen.

Sylus nodded. “He’s not scheduled for a mission with the Fleet. Unless some unforeseen incident arises, you should be able to have your chat with the Colonel with no interruptions.” He checked his phone. “From the looks of it, he should be arriving in a few minutes.”

Your fingers flexed. Leaving Sylus in the living room, you looked around the rest of the apartment, just the same as it had been when you’d arrived a few weeks ago. Startlingly empty, always leaving you feeling like there had to be more to see.

For the first time in a long time, you were reminded of Em’s eyes.

As you stood in the doorway of what was your bedroom for fourteen unbearable hours, you couldn’t feel any shock at its cleanliness. The door was fixed, all traces of your blood and Sylus’s gunshot, gone. The tiny divet in the floor-to-ceiling window where you tried to break it open, gone. The torn note, gone.

Any trace of you, of your agony, gone.

“What are you doing here?” A cold voice came from the living room.

You moved with a start, rushing to get back before things escalated too much.

“Believe it or not, seeing you isn’t how I wanted to spend my day.” Sylus frowned.

You skidded into the room with wide eyes, gripping an arm chair for balance.

Caleb’s mouth gaped as he took you in. “Sunshine?” he breathed. “Is it really you?”

Sylus quietly scoffed.

“Hey, Caleb.” You waved sheepishly. “How’s it going?” You shifted on your feet.

“Things are so much better now that you’re here. Are you alright, is anything—” Caleb stepped to get closer to you, but was quickly stopped by Sylus’s outstretched hand.

“Ah-ah, Colonel. Keep your distance,” Sylus chastised.

Caleb’s gaze hardened. “What is he doing here?” he asked you pointedly, ignoring Sylus altogether.

You took a deep breath.

“I’m here because I don’t trust you to not bring your little ‘sunshine’ back to Em like the lap dog you are,” Sylus said sharply.

Caleb deflated at that, slumping down into a chair. “No. No, I’m not going to do that,” he muttered. “I know that’s not the right thing to do now.”

You walked over to Sylus, standing just behind him as you watched Caleb. “When did you realize that?” you asked, voice more sour and shaking than you intended.

“Somewhere between the proposal to lock you in and the love confession.” Caleb looked everywhere but you. “I don’t know when, I don’t know how I didn’t notice… she was like a completely different person. And you… it hurt you so much. Nothing is worth that,” he said firmly, finally looking you in the eye.

You inched closer, feeling Sylus’s eyes on your back as you approached Caleb. You felt that same caution, that same dread as when you turned the knob on that locked door. But the regret in his eyes pulled you closer and you found yourself sitting on the coffee table across from Caleb.

“Why didn’t you do something before?” you asked after a few beats of silence. “Why didn’t you do something when it mattered?”

Caleb sighed. “I didn’t want to go against her,” he admitted. “Everything in my life was for her, to make her happy. When she asked me to do that to you, it was like I couldn’t say no.” He scooted closer to you, grabbing your hand in his. You saw his eyes flick to Sylus briefly, but his gaze quickly returned to you. “I know that was wrong of me. You were the one piece of happiness in my life that didn’t revolve around her. I shouldn’t have bent to her will so easily and let you get hurt.”

You scanned his face, trying to figure if this was genuine or just a way to earn your forgiveness. “You always insist on having your happiness ride on hers. Why is that? What can’t you let yourself be happy?”

Caleb was quiet for a while before he spoke, voice breaking. “I can’t find it in myself to do anything more than survive for myself. Em… she was always there, always this bright spot in my life. Soon, it was like I was living more for her than for myself. I don’t think—” his voice cracked. “I don’t think I would have made it this far if it wasn’t for her.” His hand tightened around your own. “But in all my talk of how she couldn’t see how I was, I didn’t see how she truly was. I don’t know how I missed it, how she hid something like that from me.”

He stared at the floor for a few minutes as you let the words settle between you, the realization that Caleb wasn’t so different from you. The struggle to live for yourself something all too familiar. Caleb swallowed. “Why did you come back?” he mumbled. “I don’t deserve to see you again.”

Sylus watched from behind you, watched as you empathized with the Colonel’s emotions, already forgiving his sins.

Sylus didn’t think he could ever forgive him, sob story or not.

“I needed to talk to you,” you explained quietly. You took your hand out of his grasp, not noticing how his own hand flinched back from the loss of your warmth as you rubbed your hands over your thighs. “I’m not from this world.” You tried to be as simple as you could, holding off on explaining the game just yet. Better to start with the Isekai situation, you figured.

Caleb’s brow furrowed. “From another world? Is this a deepspace anomaly?” He dragged his fingertips over his jaw. “But there wasn’t one the day you came here. And you would’ve already returned to your original world,” he murmured.

“There’s more,” you sighed, closing your eyes as you psyched yourself up. “I had this game, called Love and Deepspace.” You tried to be careful about explaining it all. But even by the fifth try, it was still clumsy and messy.

You were trying to be more mindful of how you addressed it all, thinking about how Zayne had broken you apart by showing you how your own emotions had clouded your judgment too much, though you weren’t sure how good of a job you did.

At the mention of the other Love Interests, Caleb tensed, eyes flicking to Sylus, but he didn’t look surprised.

Sylus was examining the Colonel with the eyes of a hawk as you went through the game mechanics. He observed the Colonel’s tight fists, clenched jaw, short breath. Calculated how fast he could pull you away if the Colonel snapped.

As your explanation came to an end, Caleb was silent.

“I knew she had other guys,” he whispered. “I just didn’t realize how important they were to her. How they were competition to our relationship, when we were best friends.” He swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing. “I guess I never realized how she was so much more important to me than I was to her.”

“Caleb,” you breathed. “I want you to be happy. I do. But that can’t always revolve around her. You need something else in your life to drive you, something else to give you purpose.” You motioned around his apartment. “I mean, look at how you live. It’s so empty without her. There’s nothing here that’s really just for you. Your home shouldn’t be like that, but especially not your life.”

He was silent again. “Do you know why I call you sunshine?” Caleb finally asked.

You shook your head.

A deep breath. “You were so warm, so welcoming. No stipulations. I didn’t have to prove my worth to be around you.” Caleb’s fingers stretched, itching to hold your hand again. “I decided I always wanted your light in my life. I didn’t think it would leave, for a while there. But then I messed everything up, and it’s been gray skies for weeks.” He reached out, hesitant and shaking, and took your hand. “I don’t want to lose my sunshine again.”

Sylus watched you. Watched the conflict in your eyes. He took a step forward, resting his hand on your shoulder. “Why don’t you take some time to think about it?” he asked you softly.

You nodded, standing up and picking your hand up out of Caleb’s grip. He only stared at his now empty hand. “Goodbye, Caleb,” you said. “I hope you can be happy.”

“Goodbye, sunshine,” he replied as the door unceremoniously shut.

The apartment was dark.

Caleb sat in the midst of it all, the full weight of regret nearly pushing him to collapse on the floor. “I’m sorry, sunshine,” he whispered.

Sylus brought you back to the Onychinus base quietly. You’d need time to sort through your conversation with Caleb, he knew, and he was more than willing to give that to you.

It surprised him, then, when you spoke as he helped you out of the car. “I don’t think I can ever trust him,” you said. “I’d like to forgive him, though.”

He nodded. “That’s always your decision.” His face turned sour. “I, personally, will never trust that Colonel.”

You chuckled. “You know, that entire time I was talking with him, I thought you were going to kill him.”

Sylus raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

“I could feel the murder glare you were giving him,” you laughed.

“Enlighten me, little dove, what exactly is a ‘murder glare?’” A grin teased the corners of his lips.

“You know what I mean!” You waved him off. “That death stare you give to people you don’t like. I think you’re the definition of ‘if looks could kill.’”

Sylus chuckled as he watched your unbridled laughter, a sense of relief washing over him. As long as he could keep you this happy and this carefree, he thought, he would be satisfied.

Walking through the base’s door together, the comforting feeling of home settling, you made a beeline for the kitchen. “I’m hungry,” you announced, turning to Sylus and giving him a saccharine sweet smile. “Cook me something?”

Sylus smirked, crossing his arms. “And just when did I become your personal chef, dove?”

You tapped your chin, pretending to think about it. “Hmm… since I said so! Now, chop, chop!” You grinned.

He shook his head, walking towards the kitchen in defeat. “Such a bossy dove.”

You flinched as Luke and Kieran burst through the door, something not gone unnoticed by Sylus. “Slow down,” he said sharply.

“Sorry, boss,” Luke panted.

“We just got some news,” Kieran said.

Sylus stiffened. “What happened?”

“A break in. One of your safe houses. Sounds like whoever it is has a lot of information on you now,” Kieran explained quickly.

“And you don’t know who it is?” Sylus asked.

“Not yet, boss.” Luke frowned.

“They said something about Little Boss,” Kieran whispered to Sylus so you couldn’t hear.

Sylus’s entire body went rigid with a tension you hadn’t seen before. “I see.”

“What’s wrong?” you asked, furrowing your brows.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to go deal with this, little dove,” Sylus sighed. “Will you be alright on your own?”

“Of course, go take care of that, I’ll be okay.” You smiled softly.

Sylus mustered up a smile to return, but he couldn’t help the deep-rooted dread as he left the base with Luke and Kieran.

“Everything will be fine,” you’d assured him. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I don’t want to think about that,” Sylus muttered. “I’ll leave Mephisto with you. If anything goes wrong, I’ll be here as soon as possible.”

“You worry too much,” you chuckled.

Sylus pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I just want my little dove to be safe.”

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Knelt At Her Altar

based off this idea by @leighsartworks216 <3 (i sat down tonight like oh ill work on the next part of unnatural affinity and some of the requests in my inbox but then i saw this post and it was like alright. i guess im writing this now). not too sure if i like this, but its too late for me to care at this point tbh (im posting this right after i finished writing it)

fem reader (you can probably guess which greek goddess shes based on) & written from sylus’s pov (except for the very last bit)

not proofread (its late yall, i usually reread these once but damn its 3 am); 2.8k words

Not many wandered near the mountain home to the last dragon.

His cave was high, hidden in the rocky terrain, surrounding trees and grass marking the territory. Still, the mortals liked to keep their distance.

A welcome distance, the dragon supposed.

That was why the noise had grabbed his attention so suddenly.

It was faint, far away from his shining hoard, but noticeable nonetheless. The dragon took off immediately, wondering if the mortals had finally had enough his presence so close to their civilization.

He descended quietly, watching as the men laid the stone foundation into the side of the mountain. They worked for months, unaware of their silent observer, until finally the structure was complete. The sun had nearly set by the time the final stone was laid and the unlit candles were arranged, the light on the mountainside almost completely dimmed.

The dragon landed before the structure once all the men had retreated back to their villages. He sat outside the structure for a while, scanning over the intricate carvings in the stone.

It was beautiful, the dragon noted, the artistry rivaling anything he’d seen before. However, that only made its location all the more confusing.

The structure was at least a day’s journey from any of the neighboring villages, too far for any frequent use, he thought. So why waste such an elegant structure for a herd of deer?

A warm flash of yellow came from the structure’s interior, and the dragon departed without a second thought.

Weeks pass before the dragon returns.

He’s hesitant, careful, as he approaches.

The sun is high when he first descends, flocks of men, women, children pour into the structure, bearing fruits and meats and jewels. They kneel before an altar within, prayers falling from their lips like their very utterance would wash away the blood staining their hands.

The dragon had never been one to subscribe to a faith.

Any creator that would make one such as himself only to leave him alone earned no reverence from the dragon.

Perhaps that lack of faith was what caused the dragon to hide in waiting in front of what he now knew was a temple, waiting until dusk to collect the offerings.

He may not have been one for gods, but he was never one to let such offerings go to waste.

The dragon waited for the shadows to overtake the mountainside valley, for the mortals to return to their homes with lightened loads and hearts. An hour passed with only the shuffling of birds in their nests before the dragon ascended the steps of the temple.

Scents of incense vaguely lingered and the stone held the warmth of the dying candles beneath his feet. At the very end of the temple, upon its altar where dozens of people had knelt just hours ago, were piles of fish, apples, gems, and so much more, just for the taking.

And the dragon intended to take.

His heavy steps were halted, however, by a soft jingling.

The dragon moved quickly, hiding behind a nearby column. The temple was empty before he entered, he made sure of it, so who was this being? He risked a peek from behind the pillar.

Met with the view of a young woman, the dragon was taken aback. This young woman, full and smiling, was clad in clothing the likes of which he’d never seen before. Fabric draped over her shoulders, hung from her neck to connect down to her wrists, another scrap tied around her waist.

Jewels decorated her, hung from her neck, wrists, ankles, jingling every time she moved. She sparkled against the shining stone, giving her an almost ethereal glow.

A song spilled from her lips, as full and jovial as the rest of her, and though the foreign words were lost on him, the effects were not. The dragon felt himself growing weary as he watched her gather fruits into her basket, his unease growing with it.

The temple seemed warmed, protected, as the woman moved around it, her movements resembling something of a dance.

The dragon may not know how to dance, but he knew beauty when he saw it.

“Are you hungry?” the woman asked, voice soft and full and holding a reprieve from the cold the dragon had known all his life.

He stilled against the stone tiles. Scales rising and wings flaring, he forced himself to remain hidden behind the pillars. It wasn’t worth risking a confrontation with this being, he figured, if they had evaded his observation so easily. The dragon was silent, a skill of his, impossible to find unless he willed it.

So how had this woman seen him, made him feel as if he were laid bare on the altar before her?

A pomegranate rolls along the floor, hitting his foot with a soft thud.

The voice spoke again. “Let my temple be a sanctuary to you as it is to others. I will not force you out if you do not wish it so. I am not one to force things. I will leave you food, and offer my temple as a hiding place.” Quieter now. “You will not be turned away, never by me.”

The dragon’s heart beats rapidly in his chest, a rhythm as unknown to him as the song the woman had hummed. The jingling stopped abruptly, but the dragon waited several minutes before moving.

The temple was empty now, the stone cold and the comforting feelings of secrecy in hiding were fading away. All the was left were burned candles, the pomegranate at his foot, and the basket still on the altar.

The basket was worn, stray straw poking out in certain places. It was filled with meats and fruits, nearly a quarter of the entirety of the offerings. The basket itself looked as if it were taken out of a common home, lovingly crafted and holding life in its weavings.

The dragon took the pomegranate before his departure.

The dragon did not return to the temple for weeks.

He busies himself with his hoard, with hunting, with dealing with those few who think it’s a good idea to challenge the last dragon.

He perches out in front of the temple early in the morning, before the sun rose. The rays of light took longer to reach this small valley, the mountain range hiding the sunrise itself, keeping the temple plunged in shadow for an hour longer.

Followers entered the temple in a steady stream, and the dragon observes each of them carefully, bright vermillion eyes glittering in the light.

None match the being he had seen that night.

The dragon is confident as he stands before the temple doors that it is empty, and yet the familiar jingling and song fill his ears.

He does not shy away this time, entering the temple with wings folded behind him. He thinks he sees a small smile warm her cheeks from afar, but the woman says nothing.

In her hands are two baskets, one more obviously weighed down with fish and fruit alike. His eyes snap to the very thing the woman examines. A ruby necklace, the delicate silver chain slipping between her fingers.

“Beautiful, isn’t it? It suits you, I think. I’ll leave it for you.” She grins as she carefully lays it into the overflowing basket.

“Why?” the dragon growls. His body is tense, distrusting of such a strange being before him. His voice is hoarse, as if it had been unused for decades.

It had.

No one wants to speak to a dragon.

The woman’s smile never fades despite his hostility. “It matches your eyes, don’t you think?”

The dragon finds himself stiffening again, this woman always catching him off guard. She has never had the opportunity to see his eyes, he knows.

None had.

She drops the heavy basket on the altar, leaving through the side of the temple with the lighter hanging in the crook of her elbow. The dragon chases after her, though there is no one to be seen, no jingling to be heard.

The woman is not lying in ambush, waiting to strike against the dragon as so many had before. Even her scent, the epitome of a comforting home that was foreign to the dragon like the songs she sang, had escaped him.

Cursing himself for missing her warmth, the dragon left the temple.

This time, he took the basket.

The ice of winter made its way through the mountain range and its surrounding villages in a matter of days. It overtook everything, animals retreating to their dens and villagers hiding in the warmth of their cottages.

The dragon himself settled within his own lair, hibernating through the season in a state of daze. Barely conscious, much like the other predators of the mountain.

Hibernation season ended before the snow had left the land, however, and the dragon set out to observe his territory. He caught sight of the villagers, only counting three, as they entered the temple bearing just a handful of offerings.

As the stars rise in the sky, the dragon descends.

The woman is there in the temple, as he expected, though she is not the same as he remembers.

Her fingers tremble as she reaches for the clumsily woven shawls on the altar. She wraps them around her frail figure, the natural warmth of her not enough to overpower the cruel ice.

The temple seems empty without her song.

The dragon enters the temple freely, for the first time.

This being cannot hurt him, after all, not in this state.

She smiles when she notices him there. It’s later than she usually does, but the dragon thinks he’s just imagining things. “Long winter, hm? Harsher than even I’d expected.”

The woman drops onto the floor, pulling her body into herself. Most of her bracelets are missing. “You can have the food,” she whispers, eyes fluttering shut.

The dragon looks at the altar. Only a handful of fruits, a couple of scarves. No jewelry.

“Too meager,” he sneers.

The woman chuckles, though the dragon struggles to find any humor in it. “Winter is tough for everyone,” she explains simply. “People give what they can. I cannot hold such a thing against them.”

The dragon is silent. He turns away from the woman, feeling something akin to shame as her eyes close again. “I can get better,” he finally mutters.

She hums in response.

If she realizes it was an offer, she says nothing.

Instead her breathing evens out and her shoulders relax. The dragon watches her sleeping form, reveling in the warmth that spreads from her despite the chill.

He leaves her like that, clutching a ruby necklace around his hand.

The dragon returns after a week of spring ceremonies. He’d watch the villagers bring new offerings, watched as more of them came.

The woman was fuller now, much to his relief. She grinned upon seeing that he did not hide away this time.

“You are the goddess this temple is devoted to,” he said gruffly. It was a statement, not a question.

She clasped her hands, beaming with pride at him. “Yes! Goddess of the hearth, at your service!” She gives a small, mock curtsy. “What is your name, if I may ask, brave dragon?”

He stiffens again. It comes out rough, underused. A nearly broken, “Stayrus” escapes his lips.

“It’s nice to meet you, Stayrus.” She smiles, taking a few small steps towards him.

“What is a goddess of the hearth?” he asks abruptly.

“Well, I’m a goddess of the home. I make sure people can feel safe and comforted, even in new places with new people.” she explains softly.

“I’ve never been good at adapting to new places and new people,” Stayrus mutters.

“Well,” the goddess smiled. “Consider this my blessing to you. May you always be able to find a home.” She handed him a pomegranate.

Stayrus took it with the reverence of a vow.

He remained with her for much after that. Some centuries passed, the dragon visiting his goddess as the stars twinkled in the night.

Stayrus always kept an eye on the villagers. He watched as they prayed to her, fixed the cracks in her temple’s stone, lit the candles at her altar. She was kind to them. Benevolent. She was how the gods should be, Stayrus thought, instead of how they are.

Perhaps that was why it was such a shock when the visitors began to dwindle.

“It’s been a few centuries,” the goddess told him. “They’ve placed their faith in me for a while. It’s just that they’ve found someone else now.”

“You will always have my faith, goddess,” Stayrus said quickly.

She only nodded, hands trebling against her fraying cloths.

That night, he brought a deer to her altar. “An offering.” he said stiffly.

She laughed, frail and pained. “It doesn’t work like that,” she murmured. “You’re not a mortal.”

Stayrus watched in silence as the goddess grew weaker and weaker before him. She no longer jingled when she walked, no bracelets or necklaces to adorn her. She didn’t sing anymore, the strength of the song lost as the followers left.

When her temple was empty for weeks and the cracks were begin to set in, Stayru grew desperate. “Is there nothing I can do?” he asked.

The goddess shook, looking more sickly than divine. “I shall return to the beyond soon. Nothing but stardust with no mortals to put their faith in me.” She turned to Stayrus again, eyes lightening with the fire of the hearth as she found the crimson. “Stayrus,” she whispered. “I’ve never seen the sunrise…”

Stayrus nodded, and without a word, lifted her into his arms. She melted into him, as if this was where she had belonged all along. Stayrus flew, with her safely tucked away, to the other side of the mountain range.

He sat with her still cradled against him as pinks and oranges painted the sky.

“It’s beautiful…” she breathed. The goddess turned to Stayrus, putting a trembling hand against his face. “You’re beautiful, too, Stayrus. I hope you know that. No matter what they say.”

Light littered over her body, little flecks of star covering her skin.

“No, goddess, you cannot leave me!” Stayrus cried. His voice shook and broke. “You cannot deprive me of the only home I’ve ever had.”

“You will find another,” the goddess replied softly. A weak smile grew as tears tinged her eyes. “I promise it. You will find another home.”

In the heart of the N109 Zone, Sylus was a king.

He had all the riches he could desire, all the power he could ask for, and yet something was missing.

His base, modern and sleek and luxurious, was so cold.

He had never found that warmth that he had as a dragon with his goddess.

Sylus had cursed the woman for her broken promises, but he only ever ended up begging for her forgiveness as tears streaked down his face.

He wished she was here with him, to wipe the tears away from his cheeks or to punish him for his insolence. He would take either, he thought, just to feel her warmth against his skin again, just one more time.

But Sylus didn’t have that warmth, only the responsibility of his territory.

As he sifted through the rubble far within the reaches of the N109 Zone, he stiffened as he came across a familiar face.

A bust of his goddess, fully intact despite the carnage surrounding him, and still as beautiful as ever.

Sylus took out a delicate ruby necklace, aged and almost crumbling, if not for the extreme care it had been handled with. Clasping it around the neck of the goddess, Sylus muttered a quiet thank you.

“Perhaps I should take you into my home,” he whispered. “Since you so willingly took me into yours.”

A quiet jingling reached his ears, and Sylus found himself hiding before he could even think of what he was doing.

“Why do you insist on going through all this rubble?” you asked, laughing with your friend as you stumbled through the broken stone.

“Because you never know what treasures you’ll find!” your friend replied. They stopped in the tracks. “Hey, come look at this. Doesn’t this statue look just like you?”

You gasped. “It really does!”

“That’s crazy,” your friend mumbled as they walked away. “How come I can never find my historical doppelgänger?”

You stood before the bust, unable to tear yourself away. “Such a beautiful necklace,” you breathed. “Familiar, somehow…” Your eyes snapped to a nearby pillar, but you didn’t see anything.

A smile grew on Sylus’s face. “Just as you promised,” he said. “I’ve found you again, goddess. I’ve found home.”

i cried writing this. i never do that. so i had to give it a happier ending.

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an ever expanding comprehensive list of autistic shit we know about zayne

because for some reason I have become the autistic zayne propagandist of tumblr so here we go

tried to waddle like a penguin as a child. also knows everything about penguin mating rituals apparently.

his love language is clearly an imitation of penguin behaviors (penguins give stones to express devotion, he gives candies to express that he cares because he literally can't say things like a normal person. hes a fucking autistic penguin)

can apparently tell every kind of flower apart by SCENT

rejection sensitivity so high he became a heart surgeon after he accidentally caused one (1) injury and tried to resign after he was FALSELY accused of malpractice

when you touch a part of his body he names a fact about that body

refers to your body parts by their full scientific names all the time

in his myth, the majority of books in his GIANT LIBRARY TOWER were about jasmines. where the fuck did he even FIND those

as a child he tried to comfort MC by leaving an unexplained and unnanounced box of snowballs vaguely shaped like seals at her doorstep. note that this was an entire box full of them like where did he even come up with this

during the "meet the parents" thing in the cafe interactions he's the only LI to very aggressively avoid eye contact during the entire dialogue

he obviously has a safe food (dessert) and a very unsafe food (carrots)

in the caleb five big booms arc, zayne gave hands down the most contextually weird explanation of anything I have ever seen, gave mc a pep talk (in the most monotone voice since amazon echo, mind you) out of NOWHERE, then slid mc an ipad looking thing (only mentioning it was willed to her by her dead grandma, not mentioning AT ALL that it contained life changing information, nor that grandma josephine actually asked him to take care of her after her death) and a candy. this man is the social interactions final boss

we learn in the wedding card story that during med school he struggled with executive function when it came to taking care of himself properly, basically lived off the bare necessities for survival etc. it could just be depression/exhaustion but from the phrasing of it it sounds like a deeper issue

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Despite seeming somewhat averse to eye contact, he also holds rigid rules about eye contact being a necessary part of politeness

His students say he is strict, which again highlights rigid rule-following

One of his regularly commented on character traits is that he seems cold and robotic.

His jokes often concern and terrify people instead of making them laugh (such as in his A Pure White Heart Anecdote)

His social habits and rigid rule following frequently cause him difficulty in his relationships (romantic and otherwise) as well as his career.

GUYS GIVE ME MORE CANON AUTISTIC STUFF TO FILL IN IK IM FORGETTING STUFF

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i was unknowingly shadowbanned last time i posted these so fuck it posting them again cause i liked how these turned out. paintings of various screenshots from my Tears Of The Kingdom playthrough. i loveeeeeee the atmosphere of this game and just want to walk around and draw everything

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Could you write something about the LADS having a partner that wears glasses all the time, and then sees them without them for the first time pls :)

as someone who wears glasses a lot, this was very nice to write <3 this isn't much, but I hope you like it!

❀ You stop by Xavier’s apartment before you two’s date for hotpot. He doesn’t say anything at first, just sort of stares blankly.

❀ “…Xavier?” you ask hesitantly. He stares for a moment longer, before giving you a quiet smile. “I almost didn’t recognize you, starlight.” You gape at him, scrunching your nose. “Really?” Xavier nods. “You look really different.” His eyes widen. “But a good different!”

❀ You laugh. “Maybe Superman was right…” you muttered. “I didn’t expect my glasses to throw you off so much.” “It was just for a minute. I wasn’t expecting it, is all,” he defends himself. “Trust me, starlight, I’d recognize you anywhere and anytime.”

❀ A couple hours later, and you were examining yourself in the mirror, comparing how you looked without your glasses. “You know,” you called out to Xavier in the next room. “I really don’t think glasses make a person look that different. It’s like how you have that Lumiere mask. I can still tell it’s you by the rest of your face.” Xavier teleported right beside you. “Lumiere?” Shit.

❀ Zayne freezes when you walk into his office without your glasses. He stares, his fingers hovering over the keyboard.

❀ After a few beats of silence, he finally spoke. "...Where are your glasses?" You gave a small grin. "I got contacts!" Your smile faltered. "Do I look alright?"

❀ “Alright?” Zayne repeated, standing up from his chair. "Darling, you look breathtaking." His breath caught as he stepped closer. “Truly beautiful,” he murmured. “As always.” Now whenever you don’t wear your glasses, Zayne is always staring at you, enamored with how such a small thing can change your appearance.

❀ That doesn’t stop him from worrying, though. “Keep your glasses with you, just in case,” he reminds you. “Switching between wearing contacts and wearing glasses may cause headaches and nausea. I also have ibuprofen if you need it.”

❀ Rafayel is working on a new painting when you enter his studio, not even glancing at you as he offers a “Heyyy, cutie.” You decide to wait around for him to notice on his own instead of saying something.

❀ Unfortunately, it takes nearly an hour before Rafayel decides that it’s time for a break. As he turns to face you, he lets out a loud gasp. “Oh my fishies! This is like in those teen movies when they take off their glasses and it’s like a completely different person!” He keeps his eyes trained on you, tracing over your every feature.

❀ You snort. “Yeah, like how the girl has to take off her glasses to be considered pretty in the makeover scene because of course glasses mean you’re ugly.” You’re chuckling, but Rafayel only furrows his brows. “Don’t talk about my partner like that.” He walks towards you, leaning down and tapping your forehead. “You’re gorgeous with your glasses and without. You hear me, cutie?”

❀ You nod, flustered and pushing him away as he covers your face in kisses. “Stop it, Raf!” “I have to show you, you’re pretty and you’re loved!” he declares. Rafayel pauses for a minute. “I should draw you like this. I need to immortalize my cutie’s beauty.”

❀ You're heading over to Onychinus's base for some one-on-one time with Sylus (and the twins). You’d recently received the shipment of your contacts, so you decided to wear them and surprise Sylus.

❀ When you step inside, it's like the world stops. Luke, Kieran, and Sylus all stop what they're doing when they catch sight of you. "Boss-lady, where are your glasses?" Luke asked.

❀ "I got contacts," you said sheepishly. "...surprise!" "Luke, Kieran, leave. Now." The twins mutter a quick "yes, boss, bye boss-lady " before leaving. Sylus takes a tentative step towards you before cradling your face in both hands.

❀ "You look adorable with your glasses," he begins, voice hoarse. "But you look ethereal without them." He brushes a strand of hair away from your face. "I like seeing your eyes," he whispers before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

❀ You and Caleb had planned a date for the afternoon, so you decided to wear your new contacts out for the first time. You were a bit nervous though, you hadn’t gone without your glasses in years.

❀ "Pips!" he called. "Are you still gettin' ready?" He walked through your apartment, checking every room for you. When Caleb caught sight of you, his steps halted.

❀ “Did you get contacts?” he asked. “Yes…” you said apprehensively. “What do you think? I feel like it changes my face a lot.” You pull your hands up to cover your face.

❀ “Don’t,” Caleb says as he grabs your wrists. “I want to see you.” He stares at you for what seems like an eternity, committing every detail of your face to memory. “Just like when we were kids,” he breathed. “You’re so beautiful. You always have been.”

disso’s note: i got my contacts the summer before my freshman year of high school (9th grade) and i had daily wear contacts at that time. one night during the school year like a couple months in, i was super tired and forgot to take them out before bed. so i woke up the next morning, and put another pair in because i thought i didn’t have any in already. i was a little confused why everything was blurry, but i thought it was just like the morning blurry that happens a lot? and i didn’t think much of the headache i had, because i get those a lot so i was like oh thats not unusual. so i get to school and im sitting in my first period and im like ok this is uncomfortable, so i take out my contacts IN CLASS just at my desk, realize that there’s two contacts in one eye, separate them, and then put the one back in DRY. no mirror, no solution, just sheer will. i was built different back then tbh. i can’t do that now, i don’t know how i did it then.

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Crow Family- Earned Title

Young Luke and Kieran AU, Sylus x nonMC!Reader | fem reader, not proofread | 787 words | Crow Family Masterlist

author’s note: HEAVY cute aggression in this one yall (the twins are so cute i need to adopt them and smother them in hugs and kisses omg), this is very cute and fluffy and sappy

requests open for crow family shenanigans!

Bedtime at the Qin household was never easy, Sylus had warned you.

“I really hate to leave you alone with them for the night,” he explained apologetically. “I wouldn’t ask this of you if it wasn’t an emergency.”

You waved him off. “It’s no problem. I love spending time with them!”

“I know you do. They love spending time with you, too.” Sylus smiled.

It faded, though, as his brow drew together. “Remember, they do have a knack for disappearing, so try to keep an eye on them. Last time I lost them, Luke apparently jumped off the banister,” he sighed, flinching as he recounted the memory as if it hurt him. “And Luke likes the crust off his bread. Kieran says it’s fine, but he really doesn’t like the crust either. Oh, and! Kieran is probably going to ask you for a glass of warm milk before bed. He saw someone in a children’s book do it and… now he thinks it’s what people do.” Sylus shrugged helplessly before continuing with a serious tone. “Do not give it to him. He’ll be very hard to resist, he’ll give you puppy dog eyes and everything, but you have to stay strong! The milk upsets his stomach. If they ask you to—”

“Sylus!” you laughed, putting a hand on his arm. “You worry too much. The twins will be safe with me, I promise.”

His shoulders dropped as all his tension eased. “I know. I trust you, I do, it’s just…” A deep breath. “This is my first time leaving them with someone else. I’m a bit scared, to be honest,” he whispered.

You softened at his quiet admission. “That’s why you’re such a good dad to them,” you murmured. His gaze snapped to yours, a faint pink tinging his cheeks.

You furrowed your brow for a moment before huffing out a laugh. “Luke, Kieran, you can come out now.”

The twins shuffled out from behind the couch, heads down in shame. “How’d you know we were there?” Luke whined.

“I’m fine with the crusts,” Kieran muttered.

“No, you’re not! You hate them, too!” Luke accused.

“They’re fine! I’m not a baby anymore, I can handle the crusts,” he said.

“Are you calling me a baby?” Luke cried.

“I’m not the one that asks Sylus to cut the crusts off every time I want some bread!”

“Shush.” You shook your head. “Say goodbye to Sylus, then we’ll get some dinner.”

“Bye, Sylus!” Luke grinned.

“Be safe! I love you!” Kieran hugged his leg.

“Wait, I love you, too, Sylus!” Luke grabbed ahold of his other leg.

Sylus chuckled, patting both their heads. “I love you both. I’ll be there when you wake up.” Sylus leaned down, pressing a kiss to their foreheads.

The night with the twins passed about as you expected. You had to pull Luke off the banister twice, be the seeker in a game of hide and seek (which you lost), and deny Kieran some warm milk before bed (which was the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do).

Now, you were sat on the edge of Luke’s bed, tucking in the blankets as they both sleepily chatted about what they would do tomorrow. “Can’t we watch a movie tonight?” Luke asked.

“No, you both need to get some sleep,” you said firmly.

“I’m not tired!” Kieran grumbled.

You stared at him blankly. “You’re yawning and you can barely keep your eyes open.”

Luke sank back into his pillow in tandem with Kieran. “Can’t we at least wait for Papa to come home?” he asked slowly.

“Papa…?” you repeated.

“I want to see Papa,” Kieran agreed. “Papa… Sylus…”

You couldn’t help the smile that made its way onto your lips.

As it was nearing 10:30, Sylus came through the door, crimson eyes immediately finding yours where you were dozing off on the couch.

“How were they?” he asked.

“No casualties.” You shrugged.

Sylus breathed a sigh of relief.

“Something interesting happened…” you began, fighting off your smile as you walked towards him.

He stiffened instantly. “What happened?”

“They called you Papa,” you said softly.

Sylus was quiet for a moment, the words settling over him. “…they did?” he finally asked, voice hoarse.

You nodded. “Right before they fell asleep, they were asking for Papa.”

Sylus’s bottom lip quivered. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly, turning away from you. “I need a moment.”

You put your hand on his trembling shoulder. “You are their father, you know.” You gave a small smile. “You take care of them, protect them, love them. And they love you, too,” you said simply.

Sylus looked back at you, eyes glossy. “They really are my boys,” he murmured. “My little crows.”

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2 ⧽. if you could sit down and finish any completely new fic without anything stopping you (time, tiredness, etc), what would you write? tell us about it if you want!

I have a few fics that I really want to work on that I haven’t had the chance to yet, but for this question I would probably pick my Princess Bride AU. I’m planning on it being a long fic and I only have like a sentence so far 😭 I haven’t found a lot of time to work on it with the other stuff I’m writing, so it’s getting neglected right now :(

12 ⧽. what's a song or two you associate with [Unnatural Affinity]?

It’s sort of cheating since I used the lyrics in part one, but I really do connect Vienna by Billy Joel to the series a lot. I think the striving for more and holding yourself to higher standards when what you really need to do is slow down, relax, and realize things are going to be okay really applies to reader.

I also sort of think of Ship in a Bottle by fin. I think of how reader tends to spiral, and then with the lyric “I only sink faster the faster I think.” Idk I think it works.

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@blessdunrest thank you for the tag! <3

D- Dangerous Blues by the Young Veins

I- If Not For You by Måneskin

S- Sunlight by Hozier

S- Senses by MICO

O- Oh! Darling by the Beatles

(this was actually kind of hard lol, not many of the songs I listen to start with these letters)

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k — killshot (magdalena bay)

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Hello love! 🫶

Could I request some fluffy dating headcanons with Sylus x civilian!reader? I think it’d be very cute, I love seeing Sylus with someone that is essentially his opposite <3

Thank you and be sure to take care of yourself!! 🫶

Hello my dear~! This is definitely a unique request, one that I will happily write for our lovely dragon~! :3

content warnings: established relationship, fem!reader, non-mc!reader, possible spoilers for Sylus' route.

The reason Sylus took up the alias as the humble, forgettable fruit vendor working in the heart of Linkon City is to collect information without being unnoticed. He had to thank Miss Hunter for the idea, because it does give him a little freedom away from Onychinus even when the twins have his number on speed dial if anything required his attention in the N109 Zone.

He knew his good looks and charming persona would win his customers over, but he certainly wasn't expecting an adorable little kitten like you to come along.

You showed up every Tuesday morning a little after eight just as after he finished setting up his shop. You always greeted him with a sunny smile, asked about how he's been and always paid him with the exact amount before heading off to finish the rest of your errands. He can't recall a time when you didn't wish him a good day or thanked him for his hard work.

You were an ordinary person who lived an ordinary life, and yet you captivated his attention in a way that Miss Hunter did not.

Before he realized what he was doing, he started to ensure that his stock for the day included more of your favorites. Are you trying a new recipe that you want to try cooking? He'll recommend a few veggies and fruits that would enhance the dish. He wouldn't say he got this information from his personal chef, of course because Skye doesn't have one.

There are times when he has to leave to handle business back in the N109 Zone, but that will stop him from arranging fruit baskets at your doorstep with little notes attached to them. Gifts too, so long as his enemies cannot trace to where the purchases are going. The last thing he wants is for them to know of your existence.

If he does decide to get serious about dating you, he might have the twins run a background check and have Mephisto follow you for a week. It's nothing personal. He hasn't survived this long in his line of work by being careless.

When the two of you do officially get together, he is an absolute gentleman. He'll open doors for you, carrying heavy stuff, and will always check in to see how you are doing via text messages. Also, he takes joy in teasing you. There is no getting out of it because that is one of his love languages. If you do call or text him in the middle of handling business, he will respond as swiftly as he is able to.

It would probably take a little while for Sylus to reveal the truth about Skye. If you don't react well to the deception, he will understand and hope that the two of you could still be friends or be part of your life in some way. But if you accept him for who he is, understand why he did what he did and know that his feelings toward you are genuine? He will be forever grateful and swear to be forthcoming with you from that moment forward.

Who knows? Perhaps when his schedule isn't too full, he could introduce you to the twins. They've been bugging him to bring you over to the N109 Zone so they can finally meet the pretty lady from their boss' fruit vendor gig.