#ches time...

[xinyuehui]

⋆ ⋅ ˚₊‧ HAPPY 🜲 BIRTHDAY ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋆

[qinchez]

we don’t talk enough about how grassland romance is the equivalent to the shared dream sylus and mc had in the myth. all they’ve craved in the past is a place where they can simply exist and love each other freely. a place where they can share the domesticity of being a couple and learn how to love, and one where said love wouldn’t be shunned upon. one where they’re exchanging the softest of kisses in endless fields of daturas without a worry because his beloved isn’t cursed to be his arch nemesis. even if it was a dream, deep inside, it was something they both wanted, and cherished for the rest of their lives.

sylus, the leader of onychinus, was so ready to leave everything behind, including his extravagant lifestyle in order to be with mc, without as much as a second thought. “i can adapt to any location and call it home, as long as i’m willing … but, now i have a condition. if you’re not there, then i’m not interested.” “i told you, i’m not interested adapting to a place if you’re not there” …. something about the verbal confirmation that comes so easy to him that’s extremely comforting. home is simply wherever she is and it’s more because the person than the place. grassland romance is the turning point of their relationship and it’s shown in the gentleness and softness that’s freely exchanged between them. the way he learns the native language so he has plenty of ways to express his feelings to her and the way he is so happy to not only introduce her as his lover, but show it through sincere actions.

[juicerca]

“make me dizzy,, ₍^. .^₎⟆

sylus x reader ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

a/n : i got a fever too. me and xavier synched up like we on our periods together (WHICH IM ON </3) or some shit. my nose is stuffy and my body is burning 😭 !!!!! sylus fever fluff written to comfort my pain. just a short lil thing <3 SUPER SHORT </3333 cus my brain is broken and ill and i have an exam in two days WAAAA

synopsis : f!reader gets sylus to cool her down when her fever gets too unbearably hot by calling him over

content : pure fluff/comfort fic. i can't bring myself to write sylus angst (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) also sorry i keep writing MC in pathetic situations. i love girlboss MC as much as the next girlie i SWEAR, mc is cat-like/a little spoiled AGAIN (sylusMC is SOOO CATTY TO ME)

pet-names : kitten, sweetie, cutie, princess,

word count : 642

₍^. .^₎⟆ ⋆ 🐾 °

you lay in his (basically yours at this point) black silk sheets, tossing and turning, kicking your feet in nothing but a small black vest and your underwear. no matter how much you shimmied around, your feet felt hot, your entire body burned with a heat that made your sweat feel unbearably lukewarm and sticky on your skin.

the sheets were most definitely damp from all the cold (now room temperature) towels that you had used to try to cool your body. but to no avail. nothing was making it more bearable. 5 cool towels around your neck just didn't cut it.

and so, you crawl across the endless expanse of bedding to grab your phone (with some difficulty). there was only one person you wanted to see you like this.

you spam him with this sticker about 10 times before the three dots finally appear. you wait for two seconds...five...ten...god why is this message taking so long? you grumble, huffing with his pillow tucked under your chin and contemplating throwing your phone against the plush back of his bed.

he calls you before you manage to hurl your device,

"kitten? do you need something? i'm at the store now."

"huh? i thought you said you'd be at an auction?"

he chuckles,

"i was at one. but you only text when you want something... or if you miss me... and considering how you're in my room and i saw you this morning, i assume it's the former. though i'd be very flattered if it was the latter."

"i also text when i see something that reminds me of you."

"that fits into the latter." he smile through the phone. you can faintly hear the bustle of the convenience store as well.

"...i feel a fever coming on. can you get me some ice cream?"

"got it. what else?"

"i want you..." you mumble into his pillow, feeling sluggish.

"..."

"respond..." you whine close to tearing up.

but before you can pick up more of a fuss, he's already next to the bed with a grocery bag in one hand and his phone in the other and his evol swirling around him.

not really thinking, you immediately go to nuzzle your heated face into his tummy. it's not really that comfortable, and you brush against the cold metal of his zippers that scratch at your face. but, nonetheless, it's just what you needed. he always is.

he puts away his phone and the bag onto the floor, gently carding through your hair and his voice a soft rumble,

"hi sweetie... want your ice cream now?"

"later..." you take his hands, putting them on your face in a happy mewl, "so cool..."

"aren't you just a cutie? does my princess want me to cool her down?" he smiles, sliding one hand down to your sweltering neck. you exhale in satisfaction, it's a little congested and you look like a sticky mess...but he thinks you're adorable. he always will.

spoiling you was irreplaceable to him. there was nothing in the world more special than the feeling of being your one and only prince, dictated by his only princess. you could have anything you wanted, be as bratty and as demanding as you wanted, surrounded by luxuries and comfort and you chose him to be your supplier and partner in it all. it was undeniably his favourite feeling in the world.

you nod, settling like putty into his large hands. gently but surely bringing you back to a comfortable temperature. as you drift off, you hear him softly humming to you a lullaby. something familiar but yet not quite. he might not have ever experienced the song in his own childhood, but everything he found beautiful and comforting was something he would share with you.

your life adorned in joy and comfort would always be his priority.

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[m1nsur0]

Dragon-Fiend

[someprettyname]

that expression he had during the chase was just pure bliss of "I have my wife killing men on my lap and adrenaline rush in my veins, is this heaven?" And I guess it was.

[syluxs]

maybe this time

pairing: sylus/reader

words: 2488

notes: SOULMATE AU MY BELOVED, sfw, mentions of war, just a bit suggestive

sylus always remembered.

no matter the life he was born into, no matter the name he was given or the time in which he existed, one thing always remained the same--you. he didn't know how or why, only that his soul was bound to yours, pulled towards you across centuries like the tide to the shore.

and so, he searches.

the world always shifted around--leaders have risen and fallen, cities crumbled and rebuilt--but you remained. not the same person, not exactly, but always with the same eyes, the same hands, the same smile that sylus remembers.

he is a constant, an undying soul moving through the ages like you. no matter the year, the country, the war or peace that shapes the world, he searches. and always, he finds you.

but you do not remember him.

sometimes, you were born in the same village, in the same city.

sometimes, the both of you are placed on opposite ends of the world.

he has crossed oceans, braved storms, lived and died in search of you. he has learned the languages of every era, walked the roads of every empire, just to find you again.

but when he did, you never knew him.

he has seen you as a noblewoman, draped in silks, your laughter echoing through marble halls. he had found you in quiet countryside cottages, barefoot in the dirt, sun-kissed and free. he had met you as a soldier on a battlefield, your armor heavy, your heart weary, your spirit unbroken.

you were never the same, yet you werr always you. and he was always sylus, forever carrying the weight of knowing what you did not.

there was one time, in a kingdom bathed in the golden glow of its peak, you lived a life of quiet contentment. your husband was kind, patient, and gentle. he did not make your heart race, nor does he steal the breath from your lungs, but he was good. he held your hand as you watched the sun set over the fields. he kissed your forehead and whispered of the future you will build together.

sylus just watched from a distance.

one evening, as he lingered just beyond the light of your lantern, a child noticed him. a girl, no older than six, peeks at him from behind her mother’s skirt.

"who is that man, mama?"

you glanced toward where she pointed, but sylus has already vanished into the dusk. the petals of a single red flower rested on your doorstep, as they do every night.

"no one," you casually said. "just the wind playing tricks." but something in your chest tightens, and you do not know why.

he was not a fool--he did not interfere.

you looked happy, and for the first time in countless lives, he wondered if he was selfish for hoping you would choose him. he could shatter this life, he could whisper words that would plant a seed of doubt, he could touch your skin and make you feel the truth buried deep within your soul.

but he chose not to. because if he loves you--he truly loves you--then your happiness should be enough.

still, he always left behind a single red flower at your doorstep every day, hoping that something, anything, in you will stir.

however, you never questioned it.

but sometimes, in the quiet moments, when your husband was asleep and the stars stretch endlessly above you, you always felt like something was missing. there was a hollowness deep inside your soul that you just couldn't name. a lingering ache that does not fade, no matter how much love you are given.

you did not know why.

and sylus, watching from the shadows, knows he would have to wait another lifetime.

--

then, there was this time, a lifetime of stolen moments, of hands brushing but never holding, of whispered words never spoken aloud.

you were a traveler, and sylus was a scholar, bound to his books and the quiet halls of a library filled with stories older than time. you were drawn to him, and he to you, as if some invisible force was tugging you together, threading the space between your souls tighter with every passing day.

one evening, as rain hammered against the windows, you found yourselves alone in the dim glow of candlelight. books lay forgotten between you, pages were left unread. your breath stilled as he reached for you, his fingertips grazing the curve of your jaw, his touch was reverent, hesitant.

"i have waited so long for you to see me," he murmured, voice thick with longing.

your heart pounded loud in your chest. "i don’t understand," you whispered, though a part of you did. a part of you always had.

sylus exhaled shakily before he closed the distance, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was slow, aching, filled with centuries of unspoken words. his hands cradled your face as if you were something fragile, something that might disappear if he was not careful. but you did not break, you did not vanish.

you kissed him back with the same desperation, feeling an unbearable ache of recognition without memory, of knowing without understanding why. his fingers tangled in your hair, his body pressed closer as if to make the universe bend, to let you stay this time.

the world outside disappeared, and for this moment, it was only you and him, only the taste of longing and fate on your lips.

but in this life, it was not enough.

when morning came, you were gone, and sylus was left with nothing but the ghost of your touch lingering on his skin.

for weeks, he searched for you, he combed the streets, visited the places where your presence still lingered. the scent of parchment and candle wax reminded him of you, the way your laughter had echoed softly between the shelves whenever you visited and "disturbed" him. he traced the moments over and over, wondering if he had held you too loosely, if he had let you slip through his fingers again.

one evening, beneath the same rain-drenched sky, he found you again. standing by the harbor, your raincoat pulled tightly around you. you were staring at the gray sky.

"you found me again," you murmured, as if testing the waters.

"i always do," he replied, his voice softer now, stripped of the urgency from before. "but will you stay this time?"

your fingers tightened around the edges of your cloak like raincoat. you wanted to say yes. something in you yearned strongly for him, but as an unpredictable traveler, the fear of commitment lingered.

still, you cannot deny that your heart would beat faster in his presence, drawn to him in ways you just can't explain.

"i don't know," you admitted, but you didn't step away.

he reached out, brushing a damp strand of hair from your face, and for a moment, he simply held your gaze, basking in the moment, and begging time to slow down.

"then let me wait. however long it takes."

and so, in this life, he waited.

he waited and waited. the days turned into months, and still, he watched for you, hoping fate won't be so cruel this time.

but then, news came one cold evening, carried on hushed whispers through the streets--a traveler was found lifeless by the shore, the sea having claimed another soul.

sylus stood frozen, the weight of the words pressing against his chest.

when he found you, it was too late. your skin was cold, your breath long gone, your journey ended before it even began.

sylus sunk to his knees beside you, heart aching, his hands trembled as he brushes damp hair from your face.

he promised to wait. he hoped. but even now, fate refused to be kind.

his fingers curled into fists as tears rolled down his expressionless face.

and so, he waited again, for another life, another chance, another eternity where you might finally be his.

--

in another lifetime, sylus and you found love that burned like an ember, always on the verge of being snuffed out.

you met him in a city on the edge of war.

you were young, in your final year at a university. restless, your soul was desperate to capture the world in color. sylus was a bureaucrat, a man of power and persuasion, navigating a world where simple words were weapons and alliances could make or break empires.

you found each other in the stolen spaces between duty and desire, in shadowed alleyways and candlelit rooms, in hurried whispers and lips pressed together, feverish and wanting.

you met in secret, hands grasping, bodies molding against each other as if time was slipping through your fingers. the taste of him was so familiar--whiskey, cologne, and something deeper, something entirely him.

he kissed you as if he could brand his name into your skin, as if he could make you stay through sheer desperation alone.

but love was never enough against the cruelty of fate.

war drew closer. the city crumbled. you were forced to leave, torn from him by a world that did not care for love stories. your family arranged your escape, a ship waiting at the harbor to take you far away.

you begged to stay, to fight, but the choice was never truly yours.

"don’t go," sylus murmured sternly, his hands gripping yours tightly, but there was a plea hidden beneath his words, an unspoken desperation clinging to everything. "i will find a way to keep you safe. i will find a way to keep you."

but there was no way. not in this life.

your last kiss was desperate, bruising, a clash of teeth and tears, of salt and sorrow and longing. it was a promise neither of you could keep.

letters were sent by the two of you but they never reached their destination. the new country you had moved to had blocked correspondence. there, he was branded as a threat, and his influence was silenced before it could grow.

and so, sylus was left with nothing but empty promises and an ache that would never fade.

--

the next time, you found each other.

and you chose him.

but once again, the world did not.

there were no doubts, no hesitations, no unanswered questions in your heart. there was only him--his voice, his hands, the way he looks at you as if he has waited forever for you to say his name.

together, you carved out happiness in a world that was crumbling. war doesn't care for love, doesn't give a shit that you have finally found each other. the nights were short, the days were heavy with uncertainty, but every second spent in his arms felt like defying fate itself.

he promised to keep you safe. he swore he will find a way to build a life beyond this war, a future where you don't have to run.

but fate was, again, cruel.

when the battle came, sylus fought like a man possessed. he did not let them take you easily. he tore through the battlefield, cutting through soldiers, through shadows, through everything that dared to stand between you and the life you were meant to have.

but an arrow does not listen to promises. a blade does not know the meaning of love.

you fell before he reached you.

he held you in his arms, one hand pressed to your wound, begging the time to turn back, begging the universe to give him just one more chance. his deep voice cracked as he called your name, pleaded with whatever gods may be listening. but your fingers trembled in his grasp, your breath shallowed, and then--

"sylus," you whisper, barely a breath.

"i’m here," he chokes out, brushing your hair from your face. "please, stay with me."

"next time," you murmured, as a weak smile ghosted your lips. "find me again."

and then you were gone. and sylus was left to wander through another lifetime alone.

--

then, there was a lifetime where you ran.

there was something about him that bothered you. not in the way a shadow on the wall does, but in the way a half-forgotten happy dream lingers just out of reach. his presence was overwhelming, his eyes were knowing, his voice was like a melody you should recognize but do not.

he told you he has found you before. that he has loved you before. that you were meant to be together.

you do not know him.

but felt so strongly about him.

"i don’t know you," you insisted, stepping back, pulse racing.

"you do," he said with a frown. "somewhere inside, you do."

but you were afraid and overwhelmed.

and so you ran.

but sylus didn't chase you. he has done this before. he knows that in this lifetime, you fear what you can't understand. he lets you go, knowing that in another life, another time, another breath of existence, you will find your way back to him.

you always do.

but still he wonders--if he had reached for your hand just once, if he had whispered a softer truth, if he had held you a little longer, would you have stayed?

--

then, finally, the moment where the universe exhales came.

sylus knew that finally, fate is on his side when all of the past came crashing into the present. a touch, a glance, a whisper-- and suddenly, it all comes flooding back. the wars, the lost chances, the fleeting moments of joy--you remember everything.

this time, he is not a man shaped by war or any tragedy. he is sylus, a 28-year-old shady businessman, sharp, controlled, and precise in everything he does--until he sees you again.

you, 23, fresh out of university and settling into the quiet routine of working from home, had decided on an impulse to ask your friends to visit a shooting range.

it was supposed to be nothing more than a spontaneous diversion, a moment of breather.

and yet, there he is.

sylus stands at the far end, poised with effortless confidence, his stance firm, his focus unwavering. you couldn't take your eyes off of his figure the moment it landed on him.

but the moment his gaze meets yours when it was your turn to shoot, something in him cracks, a rift in the impenetrable boss-man he has so carefully maintained.

you found him. this time, it was you who found him.

you quickly passed your turn and excused yourself, telling your friends you saw someone you knew.

the short walk to sylus is intense. it may have looked normal for others, but you felt as if your heart was in your stomach, your feet were heavy, yet you were so very eager to close the distance between you and him.

his jaw tightens, fingers twitching at his sides before he moved to meet you halfway. his strides are deliberate, unyielding, as if drawn to you by something beyond his control.

"it’s you," you whisper, the weight of a thousand lifetimes pressing down on your chest.

he stops just inches away, his gaze piercing as he searches your face, desperate to confirm that this is not another cruel trick of fate.

this time, there is no forgetting, no delay. you remembered everything--the ache, the longing, the lives spent searching.

this time, fate has been kind to the both of you.

you and sylus have finally found each other in a world where love is allowed to bloom, where laughter is not stolen by sorrow, where every morning is greeted with warmth.

relief floods his features, raw and unguarded. he exhales, reaching for your hands, his grip firm yet reverent, as if afraid that the weight of the past might pull you away once more.

but not this time. not anymore.

[martiverseart]

[brutalitybunny]

beta dhurke and datz designs r so fun to me

[temeyes]

unlocked Relentless Conqueror on standard earlier WEEWOO!!!

[matteoberrettini]

jannik sinner during the atp cup 2022

[clonekiss]

been thinking about this post by @bezzplaining a lot lately

[voidsylus]

under the moonlight with our soulmate truly suits us best

[filtharchives]

xavier - cute

rafayel - pretty

zayne - handsome

sylus - sexy

caleb - hot

zayne n sylus were originally switched but I’m biased not blind sylus is literally red wine personified

[harmonyrae]

sylus pls

I... I shouldn't be allowed to internet rn...

anyways... the new banner is SUPER CUTE

[wojtekaneko]

Thank you @kasztanek86 @rainbowhedgehog123 @shishkas @astheflowersgrow for all your malevolent sweets suggestions from my last post! Here they are, all of these were very fun to draw c:

[columbinashaonu]

Yeah, sir.. sure. It's the *mechanical* crow that has separation anxiety. I totally believe that.