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kitty butler zayne
sylus x cat!zayne // hybrid au // fluff // 4k words
sylus saved a cat and he got a butler in return.

the rain came down like silver needles on the black hood of sylus qin’s custom-engineered car. the city lights blurred in his windshield, refracted through the downpour. his hands rested lazily on the steering wheel, one ringed thumb tapping the leather in rhythm with the jazz record playing softly through his speakers.
he hated driving himself. it was boring.
but it was one of those nights where even a man like him didn’t want to go home just yet. not to silence. not to marble and shadows.
then he saw it.
a dark shape slumped on the sidewalk just ahead, nearly blending into the wet concrete. at first, sylus thought it was trash—or roadkill. but then the headlights caught the glint of greenish-gold eyes. bleeding. breathing.
a cat.
sylus should’ve kept driving. he didn’t like being interrupted. especially not by strays. but something in the way it looked at him—like it knew something—made him slow down.
minutes later, the injured maine coon was nestled in a blanket in the backseat, and sylus was already muttering about how ridiculous this was.
/ᐠ-˕-マⳊ
a week went by, sylus didn’t expect to keep the thing. he called a private vet the next morning, had it checked over, stitched, cleaned, and dosed with enough sedatives to knock out a horse. then he set up a small bed by the fireplace. he even left out fancy gourmet cat food from the organic pet boutique down the street.
but the cat didn’t touch it.
instead, it waited until sylus left the room and raided his fridge. half his tiramisu vanished one night. another evening, a delicate rose-shaped tart he’d imported from the old district in france had mysteriously disappeared.
it wasn’t just that. the cat watched him. it would sit near the study and observe him reading reports. it followed him into the piano room. and once—just once—sylus woke up to find it curled up on the far corner of his bed, tail flicking, half-lidded eyes glowing in the dark.
then one morning, the cat was gone.
no broken windows. no doors left open. it had simply vanished.
sylus stood at the foot of the empty fireplace, one hand in his pocket, the other nursing a cup of bitter black coffee. the house felt...silent again. not peaceful. just hollow.
“figures,” he muttered.
₍^. .^₎⟆
the sound of movement outside his bedroom jolted sylus from sleep.
he never had unannounced visitors. not in this house. security was airtight. his hand reached for the nearest object—a butter knife resting on the tray of leftover midnight snacks. he crept toward the door, barefoot but deadly quiet.
then he opened it.
and froze.
there, standing at the top of the grand staircase, was a man.
tall. black hair neatly combed. silver-framed glasses. wearing a crisp black butler’s suit like he belonged in a gothic manor, not in the home of a man who didn’t even like guests.
but that wasn’t the strangest part.
perched atop the man’s head were a pair of twitching feline ears—dark furred, just like the cat’s. and behind him, calm and swaying like a metronome, was a long, thick tail.
sylus’s hand went slack. the butter knife clattered to the floor.
the man turned. his face was unreadable—neutral, calm, and frankly a little judgmental.
“good morning, master,” he said, voice deep and disturbingly composed. “i’ve prepared breakfast downstairs. it’s best you eat it while it’s still hot.”
“...what.”
sylus blinked. then scowled, crossing his arms. “no, wait. hold on. who the hell are you and how did you even get in here?”
the man’s ears flicked.
“you don’t recognize me?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. “i suppose this form is rather new to you.”
and then, without warning, a small puff of smoke erupted around him.
when it cleared, standing where the man had been, was the same maine coon—groomed, sitting neatly, tail flicking in subtle amusement.
sylus stared.
“…what the fuck,” he whispered.
₍^. .^₎Ⳋ
the breakfast table was lavish, though sylus hadn’t touched a thing. crisp white porcelain, an artfully arranged spread—fruits sliced with surgeon-level precision, scrambled eggs the perfect consistency, buttery croissants still steaming.
and a full pot of jasmine tea, its aroma soft and floral.
zayne stood by the table, silver-framed glasses now perched on his nose, looking every bit the refined butler. except for the ears—those velvety black tufts atop his head that flicked subtly every time sylus moved.
sylus sat, arms crossed. his red eyes locked onto zayne like crosshairs.
"talk."
zayne nodded once and poured the tea with steady hands.
“my name is zayne. i’m… well, i suppose the word ‘hybrid’ applies. some would say shapeshifter. i was part of a long-term bioengineering experiment. escaped six days ago.”
his voice was calm, disturbingly so for someone explaining how they were engineered.
“i don’t know who ran the facility. i was taken very young. i was trained to behave, to observe, to survive.” he set the teapot down gently. “i almost died at that curb. you saved me.”
sylus didn’t flinch. but he didn’t touch the tea.
“i owe you my life,” zayne continued, “so i will serve you as repayment. as your loyal servant. since you… don’t really have staff around here to take care of you.”
sylus’s brow twitched. his voice dropped into an icy flatness.
"i don’t need it. i don’t trust anyone to be here."
zayne tilted his head just slightly, ears flicking. curious. concerned, maybe. sylus didn’t like that look.
“i’ve had staff,” sylus said. “had. some tried to kill me. some tried to steal. some were spies. the only reason you’re alive right now is because you turned into a goddamn cat and didn’t stab me in my sleep.”
he stood, chair sliding back.
“there’s no debt. no owing. i helped because i wanted to. that’s all.”
he turned and started walking away.
"leave."
zayne didn't move. not immediately.
he stood still by the table, hands folded neatly in front of him. his ears drooped just slightly, and his tail stilled. his face remained neutral, but sylus—damn it—noticed the difference.
it was the smallest shift. but it gnawed at him.
ฅᨐฅ
three days later, zayne didn’t leave. technically.
he didn’t press boundaries either. he just… stayed. sometimes on the bench in the garden, watching the wind ripple through the ivy. sometimes curled under the overhang at the back of the mansion, resting like a stray that refused to go but had too much pride to beg.
sylus caught sight of him once on the security monitor.
again at 2 a.m. through the library window.
it was starting to feel like guilt.
and sylus hated feeling guilty.
so he compromised. after almost a week.
“you’re still here.”
sylus’s voice broke the silence like glass.
zayne looked up from the grass. he was in his humanoid form, kneeling to rewrap his injured hand. he stood quickly, brushing his pants off. “yes, master.”
sylus gave him a long look, then exhaled sharply through his nose. “fine. you can stay.”
zayne blinked.
“but,” sylus said, lifting a finger like a loaded gun, “ground rules.”
he stepped closer.
“you are not to enter the third floor. that includes the west hallway and especially my study. off limits.”
“yes, master.”
“you do not cook for me. i don’t eat food made by others.”
“yes, master.”
“you can make your own food. you can clean if you want to. but if you get close to any private zones—or if i suspect you’re up to anything—i will throw you out. no talking. no warning.”
zayne didn’t seem offended. he nodded with a gentle, accepting grace. “understood.”
sylus narrowed his eyes. “why are you so calm about this?”
zayne only blinked. “because i was trained to serve. and because you let me live.”
sylus’s eye twitch.
“right... and don’t call me that.” he waved his hand. "master."
“…yes,” zayne corrected softly. “ma- sylus.”
sylus muttered something under his breath—half insult, half frustration—and turned to walk back inside.
as the door clicked open, zayne quietly followed behind.
/ᐠ - ˕ -マ
later that night, sylus found the linen closets perfectly reorganized. the glass in the east wing was cleaned to a polish. the plants—neglected for months—had been watered and rotated to proper sunlight angles. a simple note was left on his bedroom door:
your robe had loose stitching on the sleeve. i repaired it. — zayne
sylus stared at the note, then at the sleeve of the robe he hadn’t even noticed was damaged.
he crushed the note in his hand and sighed.
maybe having one person in the house wouldn’t be that bad.
maybe.
ᓚ₍ ^. .^₎
the estate was, as always, immaculate.
not because sylus cared about dust or decor—he’d long grown indifferent to the echo of empty halls—but because zayne had taken to his “duties.” floors gleamed. curtains were brushed free of lint. even the antique gramophone in the corner, long forgotten, looked like it belonged in a museum.
sylus sat in his usual chair in the living room, one leg crossed over the other, absently wiping his watch with a cloth. the room smelled faintly of polish and lavender—zayne's choice, apparently. the fireplace crackled low behind him.
he wasn’t watching zayne. not really.
just... occasionally glancing in his direction as the hybrid dusted the velvet curtains, long tail swaying with absent rhythm. he'd long given up correcting zayne calling him master.
zayne worked quietly. always quietly. and efficiently. sylus had noticed that when it came to insects or vermin, zayne was instantaneous in his response—like a predator on a hair-trigger. once, sylus had turned his head to a subtle scratching sound, and before he could say a word, zayne had already pinned the rat by the tail with a fireplace poker, calm as ever.
it was amusing. strange.
and sometimes—sylus hated to admit it—entertaining.
sylus turned his wrist slightly. the glass face of his watch caught the light and sent a brief flicker of sunbeam onto the far wall.
he didn’t expect what happened next.
zayne stopped mid-motion. his hand hovered over the curtain. the cloth fluttered in his grip, forgotten.
his ears twitched.
his pupils—normally narrow and controlled—expanded suddenly into full, wide circles, sharp green irises nearly vanishing. his gaze snapped to the spot of light on the wall with a focus sylus had only ever seen in combat.
then—
the light shifted again as sylus adjusted slightly, and zayne’s head moved with it. his ears perked up, tail twitching once, twice, and—
he took a cautious step toward the light.
sylus narrowed his eyes, lips twitching. “...are you seriously about to pounce on a sunbeam?”
zayne blinked, as if waking up from a trance. he looked at sylus. then at the floor. then cleared his throat. his ears quickly flattened back to composure, and he resumed wiping the curtain.
“i was simply...monitoring a potential source of reflection damage on the wall paint,” he said evenly.
sylus raised a brow, unimpressed. “you were about to chase a dot like a housecat.”
“no, master.”
“yes, you were.”
“i was not.”
“you were tracking it with your eyes like a sniper.”
a pause.
“...my instincts may have been momentarily engaged,” zayne admitted, tone as flat as ever. “it won’t happen again.”
sylus leaned back in the chair, folding his arms.
"shame. that was the most expression i’ve seen on your face since you moved in.”
zayne didn’t reply, but sylus didn’t miss the tail that flicked a little faster now.
after a beat, sylus tilted his wrist again, subtly sending another flicker of light dancing across the wall.
zayne’s head snapped toward it.
caught.
sylus smirked. “so much for instincts.”
zayne sighed, setting the duster down on the windowsill. “...permission to chase it properly, master?”
sylus blinked.
he wasn’t sure what was funnier—zayne actually asking permission, or the stone-faced delivery.
he leaned forward, resting his chin in one hand. “granted.”
what followed was absurd. a blur of limbs and grace and precision as zayne leapt lightly to the couch, then twisted mid-air to tag the light across the floor, tail lashing in perfect balance. his sleeves rolled up just slightly, glasses discarded neatly on the side table.
it lasted no more than ten seconds.
but sylus laughed. actually laughed. quietly, under his breath—but genuinely.
then zayne landed, smoothed his vest, adjusted his collar, and walked back to the curtain like nothing happened.
sylus sipped his tea, eyes glinting.
this odd creature was growing on him.
and that—
that was dangerous.
^. .^₎⟆
sylus had a strict routine: breakfast by 7, morning meetings at 9, calls until noon. every hour of his day was accounted for, calculated, and sharp. his estate reflected that precision—quiet, cold, immaculate.
but lately, some of that rigidity had...softened.
just slightly.
he noticed it on warmer days, when the sun filtered through the east-facing windows and the halls were wrapped in a golden hush. he’d do a full sweep of the mansion—habit, mostly—only to realize zayne was nowhere in sight.
not in the kitchen.
not in the garden.
not even loitering near the foyer like he usually did after cleaning.
until sylus finally walked past the library.
and saw him.
zayne, in his hybrid cat form, curled like a comma on the leather armchair by the bookshelves. limbs tucked in, tail wrapped around himself, ears twitching gently with every creak of the mansion. fast asleep. softly breathing. practically melting into the upholstery like he owned it.
sylus would stand in the doorway for a long moment, arms crossed, watching him with something between confusion and reluctant amusement.
“you’ve got the entire estate and you pick my chair?” he muttered one day.
the cat twitched but didn’t stir.
sylus rolled his eyes and walked off. but he didn’t reclaim the chair for the rest of the week. not even once.
but when winter came, zayne would be in a different spot.
the cold hit early that year. snow layered the rooftop like icing, and frost webbed across the windows overnight. the mansion’s heating worked perfectly, but the air still bit in the corners of the hallways.
sylus came downstairs one morning after loading fresh laundry into the dryer the night before. he was expecting silence. maybe the faint hum of the boiler.
instead, he paused just outside the laundry room, hearing a faint rustling.
when he opened the door, he stared.
in the center of the laundry basket, nestled like royalty, was a large maine coon.
zayne, in his feline form, had buried himself deep into the mountain of freshly dried bedsheets and blankets, barely peeking out. only his ears and one wide eye were visible above the warm cotton.
the sight was so absurdly domestic that sylus actually blinked.
zayne blinked back.
they stared at each other.
“you are not sleeping in my sheets,” sylus said flatly.
a soft, lazy chirp came from zayne’s throat, muffled by fluff.
“i just cleaned those.”
another blink. a tail flick.
sylus pinched the bridge of his nose. “you’re lucky i have no guests. or shame.”
he left the room.
he came back with a heated pad ten minutes later. no explanation.
/ᐠ. .ᐟ\ Ⳋ
sylus didn’t say it aloud. he never would. but it happened slowly, like water wearing down stone.
he started ordering extra blankets.
replaced the reading chair in the library with one that had a deeper cushion.
adjusted the mansion’s thermostat when he noticed zayne tucked his tail tighter at night.
and zayne never said thank you.
never called attention to it.
just quietly adapted.
sometimes sylus would glance up from his reports and catch zayne in human form, his tail swaying as he wiped down the windowpane. the reflection of snow behind him. his profile lit softly by morning sun.
or find him curled up in a patch of warmth, dead to the world, his breathing slow and steady, ears twitching as if chasing something in his dreams.
it was ridiculous.
he was a powerful man. someone feared, respected, untouchable.
and yet, somehow—
he found himself making excuses to pass by the library.
or to start laundry earlier in the week.
he told himself it was routine.
he didn’t call it care.
not yet.
but deep down, in the quiet hours of the mansion, he was beginning to realize—
zayne didn’t just live here now.
he belonged here.
/ᐠ。‸。ᐟ\
the afternoon light stretched long shadows across the marble floors of the estate. sylus stepped through the front door with the usual chill of control in his stride, the quiet click of his shoes echoing across the entry hall.
he paused.
no sound.
no soft clink of porcelain from the kitchen.
no gentle sweeping noises.
no footsteps approaching to greet him.
no zayne.
odd.
zayne always knew his schedule. hell, the cat probably memorized it down to the minute. on normal days, he’d be standing a few paces from the door, hands folded behind his back, ears perked, offering a stiff but polite, “welcome home, master.”
today?
nothing.
sylus loosened his tie with a growing knot in his chest and walked briskly to the library.
empty.
he tried the kitchen.
the sunroom. (which sylus didn't even know exists until zayne cleaned it up because he takes offense at how dark the house was.)
even the laundry room.
still nothing.
he stood at the bottom of the staircase, tension prickling in his jaw. his mansion was large—but it was never hard to find zayne. the hybrid moved like a shadow, but he never truly hid.
something was off.
sylus ascended the stairs two steps at a time.
then, rounding the second-floor corridor—he stopped cold.
there, slumped on the floor just outside the linen closet, was zayne.
his long limbs were tangled awkwardly, his back against the wall, one gloved hand gripping weakly at the hem of his vest. his glasses were slightly askew, cheeks flushed deep pink, and his breath came in shallow, uneven pants. even in his unconscious state, his ears twitched faintly, tail limp and curled near his legs.
“zayne.”
the word came out sharper than intended.
sylus dropped to his knees in front of him and reached out without thinking, pulling zayne upright by the shoulders, slow and steady. the moment his hand touched fabric, heat slammed into his palm.
“shit.”
sylus rarely cursed.
he pressed the back of his hand to zayne’s cheek—burning.
his fingers tightened slightly as he felt the way zayne leaned into the touch unconsciously, a soft, muffled sound leaving his lips.
fever.
severe.
sylus’s mind clicked into cold, efficient gear. no use calling doctors—zayne wouldn’t react well to strangers. hospital? not happening. he’d likely bolt in panic or shift into a cat and disappear into the snow.
he needed warmth. hydration. bed.
and the most secure, private, well-equipped room in the entire house... was on the third floor.
sylus hesitated for a second.
then exhaled.
“to hell with the rules.”
zayne barely stirred as sylus lifted him—he was light, deceptively so—and carried him up the staircase. his body was radiating heat, his breath ragged against sylus’s neck.
the third floor was a fortress of solitude. no one had entered it since sylus built the estate. it was where he worked, rested, lived when the rest of the world became too suffocating.
and now, it was where zayne would recover.
sylus kicked open the door to the master bedroom, carried him to the bed, and laid him down against the silken sheets. he stripped off zayne’s gloves and vest, careful not to jostle him too much. then he grabbed a cool cloth from the bathroom and pressed it to zayne’s forehead.
for a moment, he just stood there.
watching.
zayne, usually so composed and stoic, looked... small. vulnerable. his black ears twitched weakly in his sleep, and his tail curled closer like a child trying to hold himself together.
sylus clenched his jaw. “you idiot,” he muttered. “you kept working yourself stupid again, didn’t you?”
there was no answer—just a soft, hoarse exhale.
sylus turned and left the room. fifteen minutes later, he came back with a tray: water, warm broth, and fever meds crushed into honey for easier swallowing. he sat on the edge of the bed and carefully helped zayne sit up, half-conscious and blinking slowly.
zayne’s voice was little more than a rasp.
“...master…?”
“you passed out in the hallway.” sylus kept his tone neutral, but his grip didn’t leave zayne’s back. “don’t talk. just drink.”
zayne obeyed, sipping slowly. his body trembled under the weight of fever, but he didn’t resist.
when sylus moved to adjust the blankets, zayne’s gloved fingers caught weakly at his sleeve.
“...sorry,” he murmured, barely audible. “didn’t mean to—break protocol.”
sylus paused.
for once, he didn’t have a cold retort.
didn’t have a lecture ready.
he looked at the flushed face, the sweat-dampened hair, the ears twitching in half-conscious guilt.
“rest. that’s an order.”
≽^- ˕ -^≼
zayne recovered fast. unnaturally fast.
the fever had burned hot for a day and a half, but by the end of the third day, he was already back on his feet, dressed and polished like the collapse in the hallway had never happened.
“hybrid biology,” he’d explained quietly, as he changed the sheets of sylus’s bed, already resetting the space with practiced ease. “fever burns fast, heals faster.”
sylus hadn’t said much. he’d stood in the doorway watching him, arms crossed, trying to justify the fact that zayne hadn’t been banished back downstairs.
and then never did.
because he didn’t want to.
the third floor was no longer off-limits. there was no talk of boundaries. no new rules, no updated contract—hell, zayne had signed the last one with a paw print, and sylus hadn’t even laughed at it. now the whole damn thing might as well be shredded.
letting zayne into this space—his private floors, his world, his routines—wasn’t just about territory.
it was letting him in.
into the stillness. the silence. the real pieces of sylus’s life no one else had ever seen.
and it should’ve set off every warning bell in his head.
but it didn’t.
it felt right.
it was his mornings that changed first.
sylus used to wake to cold light filtering through blinds, the soft ping of updates from his tablet, and silence. now, he woke to the low clink of ceramic, the faint smell of jasmine or dark roast, and the quiet rustle of someone moving through his space.
and when he opened his eyes, it was zayne’s face he saw.
neatly dressed, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose, ears twitching at the smallest sounds. sometimes human. sometimes feline, curled up near the pillow, blinking at him with those wide, calm green eyes.
sylus would grumble something incoherent and roll over. zayne never commented.
but internally, sylus was—unsettlingly—pleased.
waking up alone was normal. waking up to zayne?
that was contentment.
then, it was the study room.
zayne never spoke unless necessary in the study. he moved in silence, a ghost in tailored black and silver, setting down a cup of coffee or a tray of pastries with an elegance sylus hadn’t realized he liked so much.
sometimes, zayne would sort the bookshelves, tail swaying idly. other times he’d be perched on the second ladder tier, dusting the upper spines, ears perked and alert. sylus would pretend not to watch him.
but on days where business bled into irritation—when reports came in botched, when meetings dragged, or when one of his men made a move without his say-so—sylus would glance up from his desk…
…and there zayne would be. adjusting a frame. rearranging the cups. tasting a pastry as if testing for poison.
one look at those ears twitching ever so slightly or the way zayne flicked dust off the shelves like it offended him personally—and sylus could feel the tension in his spine loosen, bit by bit.
the stress didn’t melt. it evaporated.
this is dangerous, he thought, once more. comfort is dangerous.
but the truth was—he liked it.
he liked it too much.
/ᐠ. .ᐟ\ฅ
sylus sat back in his chair, rubbing his temple, the firelight painting long shadows across the dark wooden shelves. zayne entered silently with a fresh pot of tea, and sylus glanced up, eyes shadowed with fatigue.
“you’re supposed to be off-duty,” sylus said. his tone lacked bite.
“i noticed your tea was cold.”
zayne set the tray down, his motions precise. as he turned to leave, sylus surprised himself by saying, “stay.”
zayne paused. blinked. tilted his head.
“just… stay.”
zayne didn’t speak.
he simply pulled the second chair closer, sat down, and began calmly flipping through the latest books sylus had left scattered on the coffee table.
the room was silent. but not empty.
sylus leaned back and looked at the faint reflection of the two of them in the window.
one cold, sharp man in a pressed suit.
and a hybrid—cat ears twitching, tail curled near the leg of the chair, eyes gently focused on a book he’d probably already read a dozen times.
it was stupid.
it was healing.
and sylus, powerful and feared as he was, finally understood something mundane.
this is why people keep cats, he thought. they don’t do much. but they make it better just by being there.
he didn’t say thank you.
but the next morning, zayne found a new blanket folded on the library chair.
tailored. heated. monogrammed.
with a single stitched letter in the corner.
z.
≽^-˕ -^≼
the door creaked shut behind him with a dull thud that echoed too loud in the stillness of the estate.
sylus exhaled. or maybe groaned. it was hard to tell.
he didn’t even make it two full steps before his polished shoes tangled with each other and he collapsed, graceless, against the cool marble wall. his back hit the surface with a quiet thud, and he slowly slid down, the buttons of his blazer pressing into his ribs.
his vision spun just slightly. his head felt heavy. his body, sluggish.
he’d lost track of how many glasses they poured after the second hour. he’d intended to leave early—he always did—but every time he turned, someone was refilling his drink with forced laughter and an insistence he couldn’t be rude. company loyalty, they said. toast after toast.
for someone who rarely drank, he held his own longer than he should’ve.
but now, it caught up to him.
footsteps padded softly across the foyer, light and quick. sylus knew who it was before the voice even came.
“master?”
zayne’s tone was even, but tinged with concern. “you’re home quite late.”
sylus tilted his head lazily, looking up. his eyes met zayne’s—sharp green, framed by silver-framed glasses and topped with two very twitchy black cat ears.
right. no phone. zayne didn’t own one. all their communication at home relied on scribbled notes on the kitchen counter.
sylus frowned faintly. something about that fact settled wrong in his chest.
“i’ll get you a phone,” he mumbled, the words slurring slightly. “you should have one. in case.”
zayne blinked once. “...you smell like alcohol.”
sylus grinned lopsidedly. “tell your nose to mind its own business.”
zayne scrunched his nose. just slightly. a minuscule expression. but it was there. sylus caught it and chuckled low in his throat.
“i was out drinking with the company,” he admitted, head tipping back against the wall. “they were persistent. didn’t let my glass stay empty. bunch of bastards.”
“you’re drunk.”
“obviously. that’s what happens when people drink.”
zayne sighed—not annoyed, but resigned—and crouched down beside him. “let’s get you upstairs.”
sylus allowed himself to be hauled upright with the kind of reluctant compliance only the intoxicated could pull off. he was taller than zayne, heavier too, but zayne was surprisingly strong. he moved with purpose, hand braced under sylus’s arm as they made their slow, careful way toward the stairs.
each step up the marble staircase felt like it took an eternity. the walls pulsed with shadows. the mansion was quiet enough to hear every breath, every shift of fabric, every soft tap of zayne’s shoes on the floor.
and at this proximity…
sylus noticed.
zayne’s hair was soft at the ends, brushing against his cheek. his posture was strong, but his ears—those cat ears perched on his head—twitched nervously every time sylus so much as exhaled near them.
up this close, they really were expressive. the kind of thing sylus could read if he paid attention long enough.
he smiled to himself.
“such a good kitten you are…” he murmured, voice low, just above a whisper—deep, lazy, husky from both alcohol and sleepiness.
zayne froze.
sylus felt it instantly—the way the hybrid’s body tensed under his grip, how his ears twitched violently and folded flat against his head in a sudden, instinctual movement. his tail, usually calm and slow, flicked with quick, defensive agitation.
zayne cleared his throat, ears still down. “...please watch your step.”
sylus laughed again, quieter this time. “sensitive to sound?”
zayne didn’t respond.
but sylus could feel the way zayne’s heart rate had subtly increased. he wasn’t embarrassed. he was rattled. or flustered. something between the two.
they reached the third floor landing. zayne moved with extra care now, keeping sylus upright with an even firmer grip. not a word passed between them as they entered the master bedroom.
zayne helped him out of his blazer, steady and methodical, unbuttoning the cuffs and sliding it from his arms. he draped it over the chair by the fireplace, straightened it, and only then said:
“i’ll bring water.”
but as he turned, sylus reached out.
fingers caught zayne’s wrist gently.
“you don’t have to act like this is just duty, zayne.”
zayne blinked. his tail twitched.
“...i don’t understand what you mean.”
sylus’s gaze softened, the drunken fog in his eyes briefly parting. “you get flustered. you worry. you stay even when i don’t ask you to. don’t pretend you’re just here to work.”
zayne looked down, unreadable.
then he smiled. barely there. a slight curve of the lips. “...you’re very drunk,” he whispered, "sylus."
sylus released his wrist. “you’re dodging.”
“i’m making sure you don’t choke in your sleep,” zayne said, voice flat again, though his ears remained suspiciously twitchy. “i’ll be back with the water.”
he turned and left.
sylus collapsed onto the bed, an amused smirk tugging at his lips. “good kitten,” he whispered again to himself.
from the hallway, he swore he heard the faintest exasperated sigh.
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Know Better than That - Prologue
Pairings: Zayne x Named Non-MC (Harleigh), Sylus x Named Non-MC (Kayley), Rafayel x Named Non-MC (Savannah), Xavier x Named Non-MC (Krystelle), Caleb x Named MC (Maria)
Words: 3906
Tags: implied killing, a bit of stalking, implied past abusive relationship, nothing major
Summary: presets the story by 7 months, introduction to the characters and their relationships - for the most part
Notes: I didn't put the year down but Maria's story pretty much follows the main story of the game with some added bull. Possible OOCs for the lis.
May XXXX
Delphi
A quiet groan left her lips at the sound of constant buzzing before she was reaching for her phone, pushing herself up into a sitting position.
“Hello?” She answered, rubbing at her eye before she was turning the lower half of her face away from the phone as a yawn came through.
“That explains why you haven’t answered any of my texts,” came a slight amused reply and the woman blinked for a moment before pulling her phone away from her ear, eyes catching the name before looking at the time.
“Zayne,” she started as she placed the phone back to her ear, “why are you calling me at 8:30 in the morning while fully being aware that I wasn’t in bed until like 2am?”
“Is it that time?”
“Right, you’ve been starting work at the time I get off,” she sighed softly, moving to press her back against the wall. “Is something important going on that required a call?”
“My parents sent over the list of guests that they’d like invited but understand if they can’t.”
Her nose scrunched before she was pulling the phone away from her ear again, placing it on speaker to go through the texts he sent.
“Do we have to do something so…exaggerate? I only have a total of four people I want there and then my parents.”
“One of those four is considered to be in the wedding party. Does she even count, Harleigh?”
Harleigh’s lips tugged into a slight smile before heaving a sigh.
“That’s beside the point. Plus, I think she’s going to have a plus one.”
“I don’t have many people I’m inviting either.”
“You have a whole board of directors, Zayne,” she deadpanned, rolling her eyes at the chuckle that sounded. “Are you on lunch?”
“A break between patients.”
A hum left her as she left their messages before eyes caught a new one.
Apollo: need to see you asap
Apollo: the usual
“Are we meeting up later?” Harleigh questioned, forcing herself out of bed. “I feel like we agreed to meet up later.”
“We were going to that bakery you found when looking at cakes after I was off.”
“Right. Are you sure you want to do that? You said you were in between patients so it’s going to be, what, another 12 hour shift?”
“I thought you wanted to get the planning over with?”
“I do,” Harleigh sighed. “Okay. Text me when you’re close to getting off and I’ll send you the address.”
“Or you can show here and we can head there together. You still have to meet Greyson.”
“…my hair is still green.”
“And?”
Harleigh pursed her lips as she stared at herself in the mirror, the phone now resting on the bathroom counter, and she lifted a hand to trap a chunk of hair between her index and thumb.
“You are aware that most people don’t see me as marriage-worthy, correct? And here I am engaged to a highly accolated doctor that is so well-known that he has fans,” she deadpanned before frowning at the sigh that came through the phone. “…I’m not wrong.”
“Most of my colleagues are more likely to be shocked that I was seeing someone to begin with, Harleigh, and please, keep in mind that I did ask you to heavily consider this engagement as there were plenty of people staring at you during the first meeting. I believe you told me that it’s your parents that state that,” Zayne Li spoke before muffled voices came from the other side of the phone. “I have to go.”
“Okay. Text me when your day’s almost over and I’ll head to the hospital.”
“Will do. Oh, and Harleigh.”
Her eyes furrowed as she stared down at the phone that now rested in her hand.
“Yeah?”
“Mornin’, sweetheart. Make sure you eat breakfast.”
Harleigh heard what sounded like someone stumbling over something through the phone and she snorted a laugh.
“You’re not supposed to be making your fellow doctors hurt themselves, doc. Kayley saw me online and reached out to meet for breakfast so I will be.”
“Good. I’ll see you later.”
“Later.”
Watching as the call dropped, Harleigh took a deep breath before navigating into her messages once again.
Pyth: I can meet now but will have to dip if the meeting takes long. Galen plans on letting me know when he’s almost done with work to go to that bakery
Apollo: Shouldn’t be that long
Pyth: Getting ready now
~
“Little raven.”
Harleigh couldn’t stop the nose scrunch at the nickname, her eyes lifting towards said man who let out an amused chuckle.
“I wasn’t aware he was joining us,” she commented, eyes turning towards “Apollo” who gave the woman a soft smile.
“I wasn’t either, babe.”
A file was held out towards her and Harleigh furrowed her eyebrows before reaching for it.
“I know you said not too but-”
“Kayley,” she sighed, setting the file on the table nearby. “You didn’t need to look into Zayne.”
“As your employer-”
“You could have just asked me. The man gave me a file on himself, himself, to ensure that we could pass as a couple. I did the same after he did,” Harleigh deadpanned, watching as “Apollo” – Kayley – scrunched her nose at the statement.
“Just look at it, will you? Might find something he forgot about.”
“I’ll have to agree with Harleigh on this one, kitten,” the man from before commented, watching as Kayley looked his way with annoyance. “Outside of the sudden work emergencies he gets and Miss Hunter, the dear doctor lives a pretty boring life.”
“So, should I just start calling you two mom and dad?” Harleigh questioned with a raised eyebrow. “You do…everything you do for me and Sylus here apparently stalks me and anyone that decides to get close.”
“I mean,” Sylus Qin started, a smirk tugging on his lips as he threw his hand out, “if you need someone to walk you down, little raven, just say the word.”
Harleigh stared at the man in disbelief before her gaze was moving towards Kayley who raised an eyebrow back at her.
“We can also put him in a dress? Be your bridesmaid?” The woman offered in return, causing Harleigh to laugh, shaking her head.
“Zayne and I are already even on the wedding party.”
“You only have me,” Kayley deadpanned and Harleigh nodded. “He okayed only having a best man?”
“You did a file on him and don’t even know he considers himself close to like two, maybe three, people? Two of those possible three he works with and the other is Miss Hunter,” Harleigh spoke. “Greyson, one of his coworkers, is going to be his best man.”
“Oh, and not Miss Hunter?” Sylus raised an eyebrow.
“She didn’t want to risk something coming up that’ll cause her to miss it. While it’s still a couple months out, she couldn’t guarantee a mission wouldn’t happen.”
“I’m still not sure if I trust her,” Kayley added, her nose scrunching. “Like I know you’ve told me your whole thing with her, babe, but I don’t know.”
“Are you needing more reassurance, kitten?” He raised an eyebrow at the woman who stared back at him. “Do you?”
“…do I want to know why reassurance is needed?” Harleigh questioned, lips tugging into a frown. “I hardly see you two fight. Is Miss Hunter truly that bad?”
“No,” Kayley heaved a sigh. “No. She just…has a past or two she’s unaware of.”
Harleigh parted her lips before scrunching her nose as she shook her head, digging into her pocket for her phone.
“I don’t wanna know,” she decided, her eyes scanning the context of her newest message before humming softly. “Apis has informed me that she has located them and sent the information to Paris.”
Kayley hummed as she nodded, her eyes shifting towards the window in thought before she was releasing a sigh.
“I’m trusting you, Harls,” she spoke, her eyes turning back towards the woman to watch her eyes flicker to her. “When it comes to this doctor, I’m trusting your judgement.”
“You didn’t before?” Harleigh’s eyes returned to her phone at a new ping, tilting her head with a soft hum.
Zayne: Have you eaten yet?
“Harleigh, I would have preferred that you came to me when it came to your brother. It’s the whole reason why I brought you on as my Oracle, remember?”
“We all know that you paying for my brother’s treatment leads to trouble. It’s why you decide to pay me way more than you should so it didn’t get traced back to you. This benefits me and him. You know that.”
Harleigh: Not yet, we got caught up talking. Haven’t even left for the place yet
Zayne: Greyson is insisting I leave now upon realizing what my plans were once I was off Zayne: Would Kayley mind if you eat with me instead?
“The doctor, I presume?” Sylus mused, watching as Harleigh’s eyes flickered towards him before she turned her eyes towards Kayley who waved her hand.
“Go, go. I’ll see you tonight.”
“See you tonight,” Harleigh agreed with a nod before turning towards the door, phone still in hand.
Harleigh: I’ll be there in about 10
Zayne: See you then
~
She should have known better when stepping into Akso Hospital. She really should have and, yet, she was still nodding along to whatever the nurse was saying.
Prior to meeting Zayne, she was – and still considered to be – a frequent visitor of Akso Hospital.
“Oh! I must be keeping you. You’re here for your brother after all,” the nurse finally spoke and she couldn’t help the wince that followed, flashing the nurse a sheepish smile.
“Actually, I’m here for Dr. Li.”
Another wince left her as a flash of concern came across the nurse’s eyes before their eyes flickered over her.
“Is everything alright? I know you tend to withhold information from your brother for how often he scolds you for doing so. Are you have issues with your heart? I’ll keep-”
“No, no,” Harleigh quickly interjected, shaking her head before offering another sheepish smile. “Everything is fine. I’m surprised Jackson hasn’t said anything. Zayne and I are-”
“Engaged?” An exclaim filled the air and Harleigh’s eyes flickered towards the sound as Zayne stepped up beside the nurses’ desk – the very one she was trying to get to before she was stopped – with a nurse in tow. “You’re engaged?”
She watched as his eyes flickered towards her and she offered him a smile before the nurse called out her name.
“You and Zayne are what, Harleigh?” The nurse questioned and she gave a soft laugh, her hand coming up to rub the back of her neck.
“I believe that nurse just told you,” she admitted, watching the nurse’s eyes go wide before they bounced back and forth between her and Zayne.
“I…can’t say I’m too surprised that you captured his attention,” the nurse admitted and Harleigh blinked, tilting her head to the side.
“Zayne said most of the staff would be surprised he’s in a relationship to begin with.”
“Maybe within his side of the hospital but we’ve known each other for how long now?” The nurse questioned, wagging a finger at the woman. “You’re just as hard working and determined as he is and yet still so full of life just because Jackson asks it of you? Now, go. Don’t keep your doctor waiting.”
Feeling the squeeze the nurse gave her arm as she turned, her eyes flickered towards them before listening to the shooing hands as she made her way towards the desk.
“Sorry,” Harleigh offered, stepping towards the two, and she sent a soft smile towards the nurse.
“Greyson should be here in a moment,” Zayne responded, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her cheek, and she let out a soft hum. “This is Yvonne,” he added, gesturing towards the nurse.
“It’s nice to meet you, Yvonne,” Harleigh greeted, watching the nurse glance between them before her eyes shifted towards a doctor that stepped out of the hall, talking to who she assumed was a patient.
“I’m sorry. I’m still getting over the fact that Dr. Li is engaged,” Yvonne Xiǎo spoke, shaking her head. “We didn’t even know he was dating.”
“I don’t see why my private life needs to blend with work,” Zayne stated, his eyes following Harleigh’s line of sight. “That would be Dr. Guān, sweetheart.”
“It doesn’t help that my brother is a patient within the hospital and we didn’t want to risk people looking down upon it, even though he isn’t one of my brother’s doctors,” she added as she turned her attention back to Yvonne.
“Oh, that would explain why you were in a conversation with Danielle,” Yvonne commented and Harleigh nodded with a smile.
“Yes. She’s been a nurse for my brother before he was admitted into the hospital,” she admitted softly, eyes glancing towards Zayne as a hand slid across her lower back.
“You must be Harleigh,” the new doctor – Greyson – spoke, offering her his hand to shake. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”
“You as well.”
“Are you wanting to see your brother before we leave?” Zayne questioned and her eyes flickered towards him before she was turning them away in thought, her lips pursing as she recounted the days and his treatments.
“…No. Today’s treatment will leave him exhausted and he constantly complains the next time I see him after visiting on one of those days.”
“Ah, that one’s today,” he commented and she nodded, her eyes returning to him as he looked towards Yvonne and Greyson. “We’ll be taking our leave now.”
“Best of luck cake testing!” Greyson offered, giving the couple a wave as Zayne guided her towards the front doors.
“I didn’t make you wait too long, I hope,” Zayne commented, his eyes glancing towards her as she let out a hum.
“Didn’t get the chance to wait. [nurse] saw me and stopped me before I made it to the desk.”
“Tell me about the bakery again?”
~*~
Paris: got him
Apollo: ‘ppreciate it, ladies
Apollo: should see it hit your accounts soon
Paris: yes, ma’am
Krystelle hummed quietly to herself as she locked her phone, placing it screen down on her desk as she turned her attention back to her reports before small chatter caught her attention and she was glancing towards the entrance as Xavier Shen and Maria entered.
Meeting those familiar blue eyes momentarily, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes before she was turning back towards her reports.
“Afternoon, Krystelle!” Maria beamed as she stood at her desk, Xavier hovering not too far, a frown tugging on his lips. “I overheard that we were going to the same wedding here soon.”
“That’s right, you know Dr. Li,” Krystelle replied, leaning back in her seat. “I forgot Harleigh mentioned another Hunter being there.”
“Are you in the wedding party?”
“No. Harls and I are close but not that close.”
“Maybe we can go dress shopping together then?”
Krystelle shifted in her seat then, her eyes glancing towards Xavier who watched her before she returned her eyes back to Maria, offering a small smile.
“We’ll see. I’ve been super busy as of late.”
“Oh! I was wanting to get your opinion on something,” Maria added, stepping closer to Krystelle as she started swiping through her phone. “Xavier mentioned that you might have a better idea on what this was.”
With furrowed eyebrows, she glanced at the man in question before she was leaning forward, eyes looking at the screen of Maria’s phone.
“Python? You found a mark of Python at your mission location?” She voiced, her hand reaching out to zoom in on the marking.
“So you do know it! What’s Python?”
“…you know how all Delphi related missions go to me? Well, during one of those missions, I discovered Python. Python’s a major enemy of Delphi,” she answered, her eyes glancing up at Maria. “Python is also trouble for us too.”
“I didn’t know Delphi had enemies outside the Association,” Maria frowned softly, taking her phone back. “I’ve heard rumors about Delphi and Onychinus being allied even and Onychinus doesn’t seem like the type to take on allies.”
“From my research, Python was created after the current Apollo took leadership. It’s filled with ex-members of Delphi.”
“Why?” Maria’s eyebrows furrowed as she glanced towards Krystelle who offered a shrug in return.
“No clue. Do you mind sending me a copy of your report when you’re done with it, though? Python being out this far doesn’t sound good whatsoever.”
“Yeah, yeah. No problem,” she agreed with a nod. “We’ll get that done now and let Captain Jenna know a copy has been sent to you.”
“Thanks.”
Reaching for her own phone, she glanced towards Maria as the other Hunter made her way back to Xavier and she kept from scrunching her nose as she turned her attention back towards her phone, punching in certain numbers before she was clicking on the familiar group chat – Apollo and Her Favorites.
Apis: Miss Hunter has just showed me marks of Python
Apis: Her and Hermit discovered it at their mission location. She plans on sending me a copy of her report
Pyth: They’re active so soon? Didn’t we just put them in their place?
Paris: They never stopped being active, Pythia
Apollo: Go about your days as normal. They’re only aware of who Apis is and the chances of them striking her is slim
Apollo: Especially if other Hunters have made their locations
Apollo: Send that report to me asap, Apis
Apis: Yes, ma’am
“Krystelle.”
Locking her screen instantly, her eyes glanced up at her Captain as she made her way towards her desk.
“I know you prefer to work alone now for multiple reasons but I need you to work with a new recruit,” Jenna stated, her hand lifting to gesture towards the recruit. “Show him the ropes.”
“I don’t think I’m suited for that, Captain,” the Hunter in question admitted, shifting in her seat.
“Nonsense,” Jenna waved off the statement. “It’s only for a week. You’re waiting for the next Delphi lead anyways, aren’t you? This will give you something to do until then.”
“Well, yes, but Captain, I don’t-”
“Do I need to order it?” Jenna raised an eyebrow, watching as Krystelle’s shoulders sagged, her head shaking. “It’ll do you some good too, Krystelle,” she added quietly, her eyes glancing towards Xavier and Maria and Krystelle’s nose scrunched.
“I doubt it but I’ll do it.”
“Atta girl. Lucas,” Jenna called out, gesturing the man over. “This is Krystelle. She’ll be showing you the ropes.”
“Oh, are you going to be my mission partner then?” The man – Lucas – questioned as he offered her a hand and Krystelle gave a soft hum as she shook it.
“Only for a week.”
“Krystelle is our solo Hunter,” Jenna spoke with a shake of her head. “Been so for about a year now.”
“Why is that?” Lucas questioned, tilting his head as he glanced between the two and Krystelle waved him off.
“Nothing important. Come on, we’ll do a patrol around,” she spoke, pushing herself to stand.
~*~
Savannah offered a smile as she nodded along to whatever her client was talking about, her eyes shifting towards the waves of the water before turning back towards her client.
“I, of course, would pay you immensely for your time,” the client – a name she found herself forgetting – stated and she furrowed her eyebrows as she quickly turned the conversation in her mind.
“…I don’t date clients and I definitely don’t allow myself to be paid for my company. I don’t know what type of woman you take me for – and there’s nothing against those types of women – but I’m not one. It may be beneficial to cut off this contract as we speak,” she spoke, her arms crossing over her chest in annoyance.
“I was just-”
“The lady said no,” another voice cut through and Savannah glanced towards the newcomer, an amuse smile tugging on her lips at the mirroring annoyance on his face. “Are you done, cutie? You’ve kept me waiting long enough.”
“Just have to pack up, Raf,” she promised, her eyes returning towards the client who frowned.
“I still-”
“Are all your clients like this? And I thought Thomas was bad,” Rafayel Qi spoke, his arms crossing.
“Thomas wouldn’t be as bad if you just kept to your deadlines,” she stated, raising an eyebrow at the artist before her attention returned to the client. “I suggest you pack up, sir, and our contract is now voided.”
“Excuse me?” The ex-client voiced in disbelief and Savannah hummed, turning towards her equipment. “You can’t-”
“I can and I did,” she quipped as she began to pack up her things. “You may leave.”
“Cutie,” Rafayel whined and the woman lifted her eyes to raise an eyebrow at him. “I demand attention.”
“Raf,” she sighed, shaking her head with a soft smile. “Help me pack up and maybe you can get it.”
“Don’t ignore me!”
Feeling a harsh grip grab her wrist, Savannah reacted first, her fist connecting with the man’s face before she was wincing, grabbing at her hand.
“Fuck,” she muttered, shaking her hand before her eyes were flashing to Rafayel as he reached out to grasp it.
“Damn, babe,” he whistled lowly, his eyes peering at her hand. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”
“Reflex,” she offered, her eyes soon flickering towards the ex-client who held a hand against his nose before they returned to Rafayel.
“I forgot you mentioned taking up kickboxing for self-defense reasons.”
She watched as his eyes flickered towards the lingering scars that crawled up her arms and then some. Most from the reason he was slightly aware of – an ex-boyfriend that took his anger out on her. Of course, there was so much more to that story she hadn’t worked up the nerve to tell him yet – they were just barely beginning to see each other, no label to each other.
There was also the other reasoning of her scars that only a select few knew about – a grand total of four six.
She always forgot about the twins. She hardly saw them but she knew they knew.
“You-”
“You’re still here?” Rafayel spoke in disbelief, his eyes sparing the man a glance. “She socked you in the face and you’re still here? Masochist.”
Savannah snorted a laugh as the man sputtered in response before he turned on his heels, making it off the sand.
“You need better clientele, cutie,” he hummed, lifting her hand to press a soft kiss against her knuckles, and she heaved a sigh.
“This is just a side gig, Raf. I’m a nurse first, remember?” Taking the hand out of his grasp, she patted his cheek gently before she was turning back to her equipment.
“A pretty nurse,” he agreed and she gave a soft laugh as she shook her head. “I’m not wrong!”
“Some people may disagree with you.”
“They’re just stupid.”
Her head shook again as she gave a soft smile, eyes flickering towards him as she finished packing.
“Were you wanting to head back to the studio?”
“I was thinking of food,” he answered, an arm wrapping around hers. “You’re usually starving after these things anyways.”
“So thoughtful.”
“Always, obviously.”
#lads sylus#love and deepspace#lads#lads zayne#lads xavier#lads rafayel#lads caleb#named mc#named nonmc characters#x sylus#x zayne#x xavier#x rafayel#x caleb#know better than that
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Opinion Needed
Alright, this is for the snowcrow fic. I think I have the idea that I want to go with, just have to tweak some things (and have to create some things as well). However, since I do plan on having MC within the story, just not ending with either Zayne or Sylus - obviously - I need help deciding who she ends up with. So, poll down below.
#love and deepspace#lads sylus#lads#lads zayne#lads caleb#lads xavier#lads rafayel#mc's love interest#snowcrow#sylus x zayne
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So!
Got all "meet the character" posts posted and I've worked more on the next installment of single parent!reader x sylus but came across a writing block for what's probably the most important part of the installment so be a bit more for that one.
I still got some of the day left (not even 6pm yet for me, PST time) so planning on trying to work out the snowcrow fic now!
Might post the prologue of Know Better than That today, maybe tomorrow. Haven't decided yet.
Love, Kore 🥀
Small Update
I plan on working on things tomorrow and hopefully posts some as well as tomorrow, I'll end up having the house to myself for a bit since my husband is taking our son to his grandparents to spend father's day with his dad.
What I'm hoping to post tomorrow:
One or two "meet the character" posts
The next installment I have for single parent!reader x sylus
Possibly, possibly, something about the snowcrow fic - hoping for the best as I still need a title for it
Love, Kore 🥀
#update#lads sylus#love and deepspace#lads#lads zayne#snowcrow#know better than that#lads rafayel#lads caleb#lads xavier#x sylus#x zayne#x xavier#x rafayel#x caleb#sylus x zayne
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Know Better than That Masterlist
title from: dangerous hope - beth crowley
"A dangerous hope unfurls inside my chest but it dies just as fast 'cause I know better than that."
Meet the Characters
Prologue
#lads sylus#love and deepspace#lads#lads xavier#lads rafayel#lads caleb#named nonmc characters#named mc#x sylus#x xavier#x zayne#x rafayel#x caleb#know better than that
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Meet the Character: Maria
the one that's everywhere
Meet the Characters
Alias: Miss Hunter
Birthday: Aug. 23rd
Age: 23
Occupation: Hunter
Song that reminds me of her: You Haven't Seen Me Angry Yet - Beth Crowley
Evol: Resonance
Love Interest: Caleb
Maria's life follows the game's version, the only changes to her come from the story itself, the set age I gave, birthday, and love interest
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Meet the Character: Savannah
the one that almost wasn't
Meet the Characters
Alias: Paris
Birthday: Nov. 11th
Age: 25
Occupation:
Delphi's enforcer
Yoga instructor
Nurse
Likes:
Animals, a soft spot for bats
Rivers and oceans
Smoothies
Romance films
Dislikes:
Horror genre
Darkness
Quietness
Heavy music
Song that reminds me of her: Control - Grace Power
Love Interest: Rafayel (currently seeing)
Facts about her:
She's has no contact with her parents
She's littered with scars - from her duties for Delphi and from a past relationship
Kayley found her and took her under her wing, was trained by Kayley
She had become a nurse prior to Kayley but had been forced to quit her job, only recently began working as a nurse again
She isn't one to bring up her past in detail, just a quick comment about a bad history with men
She had gone no contact with her parents prior to a past relationship and refuses to go into any type of detail as to why
#love and deepspace#lads#lads rafayel#x rafayel#know better than that#meet the characters#named nonmc characters
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Meet the Characters Masterlist
Harleigh
Kayley
Savannah
Krystelle
Maria
#love and deepspace#lads#lads x reader#lads xavier#lads caleb#lads sylus#lads rafayel#lads zayne#named nonmc characters#know better than that#named mc
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Meet the Character: Krystelle
the one who refuses the fall
Meet the Characters
Alias(es): Apis, Seer, Artemis, Cassandra
Birthday: Dec. 28th
Age: 26
Occupation:
Delphi's informant
Hunter
Likes:
Cooking
Baking
Plants, nature
Cats
Dislikes:
Glitter
Salads
Tea
Loudness
Evol: Water manipulation
Song that reminds me of her: Rage - Samantha Margret
Love Interest: Xavier
Facts about her:
Like Kayley, she was born within Delphi
She has no contact with her biological mother, biological father is dead
She's been with Kayley and her family since she was 12, considers Kayley's parents as her parents and Kayley her sister
She became pregnant at 16 due to unforgivable acts and kept the baby that is now her son
She trained with Kayley and her father prior to unforgivable events
She had became a Hunter after convincing done by Kayley
She has had a past relationship with Xavier
#love and deepspace#lads#lads xavier#x xavier#know better than that#named nonmc characters#meet the characters
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Single Parent!Reader Masterlist
not in chronological order, order of when posted
Birthday Offer
The Oldest
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Meet the Character: Kayley
the one that's protective
Meet the Characters
Alias: Apolonia
Birthday: October 7th
Age: 27
Occupation:
Delphi's leader
Owner of Adyton
Likes:
Soft blankets
Collective weapons
Cars
Dislikes:
Abusers
Traitors
Seafood
Song that reminds me of her: Daddy's Lessons - Beyonce
Romantic Partner: Sylus
Facts about her:
She grew up within Delphi, was born in it
She was an only child until she came across Krystelle where she proceeded to take her to her parents who proceeded to take the girl in
Her father was a highly renowned enforcer and hitman within Delphi and she grew up being under close survilance as the Apollo before her believed her father would be the one to take over
All of her training came from her father
Both her and Krystelle grew up spoiled but hardworking
She has a habit of taking hurting women under her wing
#love and deepspace#lads sylus#lads#know better than that#x sylus#named nonmc characters#meet the characters
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Meet the Character: Harleigh
the one with the marriage of convenience
Meet the Characters
Alias(es): Pythia, Oracle
Birthday: May 24th
Age: 22
Occupation:
College student (programming)
Bartender at Adyton
Informant at Delphi
Likes:
Programming
All types of games (bored, video, and table top)
Most types of books
Hockey
Dislikes:
Tomatoes
Guns
Bugs
Hospitals
Song that reminds me of her: Wild Horses - Grace Power
Love Interest: Zayne
Facts about her:
She graduated high school at 16, having taken all her classes online
She's extremely close to her older brother, to the point she is neither a daddy's girl or a mommy's girl but rather her brother's girl
She has spent a lot of time at the hospital - not for herself, but for her brother. He's only began to stay full time at the hospital for the past two years - something she and her insurance pays fully for
Her identity within Delphi is the best kept, only a total of 8 know - and three of them are not within Delphi (Sylus and the twins)
She's only been working for Delphi for 2 years, she's been working for Kayley a total of 4 years
She's considered the family disappointment by her parents
The middle child but many regard her as the youngest - she had a baby sister that died when they were 2 years old so when she was about 17
#love and deepspace#lads#lads zayne#named nonmc characters#know better than that#x zayne#meet the characters
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Small Update
I plan on working on things tomorrow and hopefully posts some as well as tomorrow, I'll end up having the house to myself for a bit since my husband is taking our son to his grandparents to spend father's day with his dad.
What I'm hoping to post tomorrow:
One or two "meet the character" posts
The next installment I have for single parent!reader x sylus
Possibly, possibly, something about the snowcrow fic - hoping for the best as I still need a title for it
Love, Kore 🥀
#update#lads sylus#love and deepspace#lads#lads zayne#snowcrow#know better than that#lads rafayel#lads caleb#lads xavier#x sylus#x zayne#x xavier#x rafayel#x caleb
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pov ur a rubber ducky
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Alright, meet the character posts are currently in the works so keep an eye out!
Kore 🥀
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Hello, hello!
I have finally figured out a title for the lads marriage of convenience story that I was mentioning here - Know Better than That! The title came from Beth Crowley's Dangerous Hope.
As you know, Know Better than That is an OC based story with even MC being named. I was curious on something.
I do plan on posting a prologue that happens before certain events - mainly the wedding aspect as I've too many scene ideas that happen after the wedding took place. It's also another way to meet the characters as well as it shows their personalities a bit more than what a "meet the character" post would.
Let me know what you think!
Love, Kore 🥀
#lads#lads sylus#love and deepspace#lads zayne#lads xavier#lads rafayel#lads caleb#named mc#named nonmc characters#know better than that#x sylus#x zayne#x xavier#x rafayel#x caleb
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I'm playing with a few ideas for this story. Haven't figured out exactly what I want to do yet but I do want the other lis in it. Low-key tempted to add starfish and let Caleb have MC 🤔
Might reach out to get y'all's opinion on things. Typically, I reach out to friends to not risk spoiling anything but the message went unread, potentially ignored so difficult to figure out.
Keep an eye out!
Kore 🥀
I have finally been given an idea for Snowcrow - a ship from lads I've been itching to write for - and it's all thanks to showing my son Shrek 🤣🤣🤣
Now, the idea isn't a retelling of Shrek. It just so happened that the very beginning when Shrek was reading aloud the fairy tale, that I was struck with the idea - where the prince goes to save the princess from the tower after slaying the dragon or whatever it was.
All I know was that the idea was Zayne as the prince but instead of falling for the princess he meant to save (MC who is possibly already save, unsure of that yet), he falls for the dragon - a.k.a. Sylus.
And perfect timing with it being pride month. Gonna be having my hands full with single parent!reader, snowcrow, and my marriage contract story lol
Kore🥀
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Hello, hello!
I have finally figured out a title for the lads marriage of convenience story that I was mentioning here - Know Better than That! The title came from Beth Crowley's Dangerous Hope.
As you know, Know Better than That is an OC based story with even MC being named. I was curious on something.
I do plan on posting a prologue that happens before certain events - mainly the wedding aspect as I've too many scene ideas that happen after the wedding took place. It's also another way to meet the characters as well as it shows their personalities a bit more than what a "meet the character" post would.
Let me know what you think!
Love, Kore 🥀
#lads sylus#love and deepspace#lads#lads zayne#lads xavier#lads rafayel#lads caleb#named mc#named nonmc characters#know better than that#x sylus#x zayne#x xavier#x rafayel#x caleb
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