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szarina · 4 months ago

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HEART OF GLASS

It wasn't your place to dictate what his heart wants but sometimes you wished his affections were directed to you — just once. was it difficult to spare you crumbs of affection or when Zayne noticed how you start to pull away from him and it was too late for him to realize how damaged the relationship was you desperately trying to build and you got tired of wanting him. can he still get you back? or must he turn to drastic measures?

❆ ₊⋆ ──── notes. requested by @itsmearia01 . to be continued in part two

❆ ₊⋆ ──── content warnings. angst + unrequited love + arranged marriage + emotional neglect + emotional cheating + non mc reader + insecurities + doubts + lack of affection + slow burn + drinking + clubbing.

READ PART TWO HERE. PART THREE

It is said the most successful of marriages comes from respect and it shall evolve to mutual understanding for the parties involved.

That's what you thought to yourself when you come of age that you were informed of a arranged marriage to your childhood friend, Zayne.

It had come to that arrangement for Zayne's parents have saved your mother from the complications of birth just to have you and upon your birth comes the arrangement that their child and you shall be brought to union later in life. It was a fine match indeed. That's what your parents and Zayne's agreed.

Thus, it came hurting you later at life.

Zayne is respectful and never treated you different from others. Although he ignored you most of the time and feels like you didn't exist in his life. Well, who could blame him. It wasn't a match he chose for himself, it was his parents and yours. It was unfair that he didn't have much of a choice.

Blinded by your admiration for him — it didn't deter you how cold he was to you. Zayne's heart was made of ice and maybe you can melt it. You knew Zayne was a softie after all. Cold and stoic he may come, he did care. He likes animals, children too that's why he's close to his patients. He's also fond of sweets! That's why you pack him extra sweets and learned to make macarons, his favorites.

That's why it never bothered you when he treats you like air. At least he knows he have a fiancee. That's what you say to yourself. Convincing that one day, Zayne will look at you in your eyes.

It was far fetched dream though but you could dream. Looking positive.

Not until she came in the picture and oh, how you wished you were her. What efforts that you poured just for him to say a word about you takes her for only a second. Zayne looks at her eyes. Zayne compliments her and he always noticed her first.

You did try but all it takes for her was to come and melt the frozen heart of Zayne. His heart wasn't totally frozen, it was incapable of being thawed when it comes to you. He's sweet on her and that's when you realize — you lost the battle, a long time ago.

He was with you but he's mind was with thoughts of her. You knew he wasn't going to pursue cardiology if it wasn't for her. She's sick. A heart syndrome but Zayne spent his studies understanding the human heart and the Protocore Syndrome. It was all for her. His achievements was for her.

How could you also compete? Zayne fondly mentioned her that she's a deepspace hunter and possesses a rare type of Evol — Anhaunsen Class: Resonance. Amazing! Good with kids, cheerful, and she's pretty with her pale skin, long straight dark brown hair and she's thin too. You were not.

You can't even get the same response as Zayne would have spoken to her. He deeply cares for her. Why wouldn't he be? Zayne even took as being her primary care physician.

It doesn't matter though, you still support him for you were going to be his wife and he as your husband. If he doesn't want that, he should have called off the engagement a long time ago.

And as soon-to-be-his wife, you can endure it. That's how a marriage should work when another one endures for the comfort of the other.

It doesn't matter when he prioritize her. She's sick, what could be your reason. He's her physician.

It didn't hurt when he forget to eat the lunch that you prepared for him. He's a doctor, he's busy with operations even you later learned that they had lunch together.

It didn't hurt you when he gave you a plushie knowing that it was a duplicate and she owned one too.

It didn't hurt when he's uninterested to you, he could be obvious about it but he didn't.

It simply didn't hurt cause you were used to it and then one day, you stopped caring. You didn't even have the strength to cry and if you did, you'd be joining Heartbreaker crying near the trash bins.

The clock read one pm. It's lunch time for Zayne and he didn't have the time to grab food in the cafeteria when it's only thirty minutes away for the next scheduled operation and he remembers you always brought him lunch. It's usually placed in his desk. Wrapped in pastel blue square cloth, dotted with snowflakes and a snowman in the middle but there was nothing. Yvonne hasn't informed him earlier of your presence so maybe you forgot it.

Checking his phone, there wasn't a message too. He ignored it. He presses his phone off and decided he will just grab a bite later.

At first, it didn't bother him.

How your messages were a rare occurrence nowadays. A casual — how's your day? Or a simple good morning. Usually when he wakes up it's the influx of messages coming from you. Texting him what he wanted for dinner or what how's he feeling for the day or the simple cat video that you know he likes. Now, he's staring at the screen. The last message were a week ago.

Then, how you don't speak anymore with mirth.

The café was nice. She recommended it. The atmosphere was cool and he doesn't hear your voice anymore. Quietly sitting while sipping your drink — your gaze fixated on a distance. You casually hum and that's the end.

“Is something bothering you?”

Wow. A full question. That's a first.

The ice in your drink clinks as put it in the table. Absentmindedly stirring the cold liquid with a straw. “It's nothing of concern.” Your gaze focused on the table. It wasn't wiped properly. You barely glanced at him.

“I won't push you to say something but I'm here to listen to you.” How assuring. Zayne notices how you didn't much respond. Casting a side eye glance, your eyebrows raising a bit and your lips pressed in a thin line.

He was about to say something when his phone rings. “Go on.” You weakly drawled. He swipes the phone to the left declining the call. “It's my day off. I shouldn't be bothered with work.”

A humorless chuckle left your mouth before you can stop it. Work. It's her. “I'm sorry, you don't reject calls like that, Zayne. Don't let me hinder your work.”

“No, my day offs are reserved for you.” He said with a small smile.

It was more like a obligation than willingness. He doesn't enjoy being with you. He rather prefers being with her.

“If you say so.” You finished your drink. Grabbing your shoulder bag, you stand up. “I shall not occupy much of your time. I'll be going.” Ignoring his comment, you pushed your chair.

“(Y/N), did I do something to upset you?”

You shaked your head in dismissal. “You didn't do anything to upset me. I have urgent matters to attend to, have a good day.”

“Do you want something for tonight.” He attempts again to offer you. Something to ease your mind.

“Don't bother.” Is what you said before leaving.

Later that evening, the doorbell rang. You were finishing the last touches of your makeup and you pat your brush down before putting the final touches of your makeup.

Opening the door, you were greeted by Zayne and usually, you've gone ecstatic. Always eager with him being in the room and you can only look at him indifferently.

“Zayne, I didn't know you were coming.” Opening the door wider to let him in. He took his coat and puts it in the rack. You noticed he was holding multiple plastic bags containing the contents of your grocery list. You ignored it.

The cardiologist followed you with his gaze. Noticing your all dolled up appearance. Your tube denim dress layered with a white shirt. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Yeah. Clubbing with a few girlfriends.” Your voice clipped and you went back to your room to grab your bag.

“You don't like nightclubs.” He casually commented. Putting the groceries in their rightful places in the cupboard.

“I don't but it's a nice change. You know, you didn't have to stay here. You can go if you want.” Tapping the heel of your platform boots in the floor.

“It's fine. Do you want me to drive you there?” Zayne offerers. Loosening his tie.

“No.” You shortly replied and slammed the door.

It was a weekend. The club was packed with sweaty bodies crowding in the middle of the dance floor. The neon lights bouncing at the rhythm of the loud music. This wasn't your scene and yet, he sees you happily dancing with a friend. Laughing under the lights when your friend whispered.

Zayne have followed you. Concerned of your well-being.

It feels different and Zayne wasn't used to seeing you like this. Unexpected for someone who acts so proper and prim. He knows that everyone have pleasures but this was different.

He watches you drink. Downing a glass, shots after shots. Drinking the burning liquid like it was water. Zayne's brow furrowed, lips pressed in a thin line. He approaches you.

The brightly colored glass looks tiny in your fingers. You admired the liquid sloshing as you tip it back and forth before bringing it to your lips but before you can drink it. A voice popped besides you.

“That's enough.” His tone firm, grabbing the shot glass from you and putting it on the table. You blink lazily, your movements light and your mouth looser. “Who do you think you are to say that it's enough?” It wasn't a question. You tried to grab the drink again but Zayne holds your wrist.

“You're drunk.”

“I'm not.”

“That's what people say when they're drunk.”

Zayne pulls you away from your table. Picking your handbag on the way as he excused you from your friends. You didn't even struggled when he dragged you away from them.

His black Audi A6 is parked and he opens the door to put you in the passenger seat before turning around to sit in the driver's seat. He rolled down the windows in your side. Zayne pulls the seatbelt, making sure you're properly strapped in your seat before doing his.

There's a purr coming from the car after he starts the engine. You remained silent. Eyes glossy and your lips curled. Silently staring at the city lights. You glanced at him and you never felt so resigned at a person. Is this how people felt when they got tired of chasing the person who remains so distant from them — cause if it is — you were done.

Zayne stole a glance at you. Your head propped in the window of his car. He can see the city lights twinkling in the reflection of your eyes. You were in no doubt at the edge of drunkenness. Has he not interfered you were probably wasted with a major hangover. He continued driving. His eyes on the road, his hands on the steering wheel.

The vehicle stopped in front of the building where your loft is located and you didn't bother to wait for him to open the door. Yanking your seatbelt and letting it slide to its place, you popped the door open and slipped. Walking towards the entrance in small wobbly steps.

Zayne followed you behind. Keeping up with your pace. “Careful.” He steadies you up when you almost tripped. His expression remained neutral even you recoiled from his touch.

You messily swiped your card before punching the numbers before stumbling inside. Your shoes felt incredibly tight. Your fingers fumbling over the laces. Zayne kneels in front of you. Easily undoing the laces of your boots before pulling the zippers down in the side. He holds your ankle before tugging your boots. He did the other part.

You stare at the man in front of you. Zayne was like a snowflake in your palm — melting. Slipping from your fingers and only to be returned to something new. Different but the same. Sucks he's not that in form to be with you.

“You should rest now. You don't want a hangover in the morning.”

“I told you, I'm not drunk.”

“Then can you tell me what I did something to upset you?”

“For being a party pooper.”

“It's not like you to act that way. Your well-being is my concern.”

“Come on, don't give me the doctor crap.”

“I'm your fiance. I should look after you. You're my priority.”

Priority. Hah.

A hollow laughed escaped your lips. Giggling as you stand up and finding your footing. You stumbled in the living room. Your shoulders shaking in laughter. It must be the alcohol.

Zayne looks at you — confused.

“I'm not your priority, Zayne. I'm an obligation. Something you keep cause it is needed and we both know it.” You look at him in his eyes and your heart breaks a little.

You exhaled before letting out a shaky gasp. Tears brimming at the corner of your eyes. You hated being weak. You hated being hurt.

“You started being concerned when I stopped bothering you.” Then the spiel of you being ignored. Of being hurt began to unveil.

“Don't you ever talked about me being your priority? I'm your priority? Is that so? Cause the last time I checked — ” You brought your finger to your lips, the habit you do when you're thinking before looking at him. “I wasn't for the last time - No, wait. I wasn't for the last years. No, no, no. I wasn't in your whole life.”

A tear slipped out and you furiously wiped it away in frustration. Mad at yourself for trying, for being such a fool.

“You are drunk and you must rest now.” Zayne went to approach you but you slapped his hand away.

“I'm sober as I can be and don't you dare ask me again why I'm upset. I'm upset all of the things. I'm so sick of trying! Of trying to chase after your affections.!”

“You should have said in the first place that you didn't want to do anything with me rather than ignore and act like it's your obligation to be with me! I can understand it! I'm not so dumb, Zayne!”

The words rings in the space of the room. Zayne remains impassive. His green eyes staring right back at you and you felt pathetic. A outburst is all you needed for him to look at you.

Blinking back the tears, your fists clenched on the side. You have lost your words. One must act a fool to be noticed. You lost the strength to speak one more word. The rush of blood pumping in your veins felt like drops.

A beat of silence passed. His jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed at you.

“(Y/N), I—”

“I'm glad you still remember my name.” You said dismissively before running back to your room and slamming the door shut.

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nekoashiii · 3 months ago

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ For me?

‧✧̣̥̇‧ : Lads men when you give them what they were looking for.

No warnings for this post! Just posting something to hop back on tumblr, request me your ideas, I will do my best to write them all!

Ps I know this is bad but bear with me it’s been a year since I last wrote anything…

Part 1: sylus

⨯ ◞ Sylus

Sylus had been looking for a specific item, it was a protocore, one he had been looking for relentlessly, every wanderer he had hunted down or ordered someone to go after, lacked what he needed.

there was the noise again— you blinked up at the ceiling, sylus tripping over an open cabinet door at your apartment, if his biggest enemies couldn’t take him out, your bathroom would. “Too small and too tight, out for my blood” he complained.

He left you with no sleep that night, it wasn’t his fault really, nights were his morning and vice versa. you got out of bed and went to the living room, the room lit up with a notification buzzing from sylus’s phone, curiosity got the better of you and you leaned over, reading the message.

Unknown: “We didn’t find the protocore tonight either, sorry boss—“

Huh, how odd, you clicked on the message. There was a picture attached. that protocore’s shape looks like the one in the hands of the hunter association, you can attempt to get it. The idea of getting Sylus that protocore lingered in your mind, even as you yawned and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. It was the first time you had seen him chase after something, and as such seeing him frustrated was a rare thing.

— Wouldn’t it be interesting if you got to it first?

The Hunter Association was no joke, though. They weren’t the type to hand over rare artifacts just because you asked nicely. Still, you had your own ways of getting things.

Next evening at your shift, you went to look for captian Jenna

“Captain, excuse me! Protocore delta-6, I need it for the mission I’m going on, do I have the permission to borrow it?”

you suppose it did work, you had managed to borrow it, but still not safely secured as an owned possession. The second step of your plan was a bit more tricky, having to go to a field of wanderers and making the excuse of the protocore breaking in your bag.

…wincing as you walked back to your apartment, avoiding your neighbors, not wanting them to look at you while you resembled a wet homeless rat, muddy shoes and hair clinging to your forehead like a miserable pet being bathed.

Great, house was empty. No sylus in sight, tiptoeing to the bedroom you pulled out the gift box and sat on the ground, injury from the wanderer be damned, thinking about actually surprising sylus with something good gave you enough good spirit and motivation to wrap the gift up. As you placed the protocore on the plush bedding of the box, a shadow loomed behind you.

“Of all people…”

The voice sent a chill down your spine. You barely had time to react before Sylus was looming over you, his sharp gaze locked onto the protocore nestled in its plush box.

“Get out of my room!” You snapped, instinctively pulling the box closer, but it was useless. Sylus moved fast—too fast. Before you could blink, he was crouched in front of you, his fingers already curled around the edge of the box.

He didn’t take it, though. Not yet.

Instead, he studied you, eyes flicking over your disheveled state—the ripped sleeve, the way you shifted slightly to favor your injured side. His expression darkened.

“You’re hurt.”

“It’s nothing,” you muttered, attempting to brush it off, but he wasn’t listening. His hand darted out, grabbing your wrist with controlled precision. You hissed as he pushed your sleeve back, revealing the fresh wound underneath.

Sylus exhaled sharply through his nose. “You went into a Wanderer field.” That didn’t sound like a question.

You yanked your arm away. “It was for a good cause.”

His gaze flicked back to the box. “You stole that.”

“I borrowed it,” you corrected. “Technically… At first.”

For a long moment, he was silent. Then, in one smooth motion, he plucked the box from your grasp. You tensed, expecting him to scold you, but instead, Sylus just stared at the neatly wrapped gift, his fingers resting lightly on the edges as if he didn’t quite believe it was real.

“You did this for me?” His voice was quieter now, carrying something unreadable beneath the usual sharpness. Before his stupid handsome face returned to the usual smirk.

You shrugged. “I figured if you were gonna be obsessed over it, I might as well beat you to it.”

Something flickered in his expression— amusement, surprise, something softer you couldn’t place. He let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. “You are getting brave kitten, doing dirty work? should I hire you as my assistant then.”

“You’re welcome,” you huffed, shifting to stand up. “Now, if you’re done being dramatic, I’d like to clean up and—”

You barely made it to your feet before Sylus moved. before you could step away one hand caught your wrist again—gentler this time. He didn’t say anything at first, just studied you, eyes sharp and calculating. Then, before you could protest, he raised your hand and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the inside of your wrist.

Your heart did an embarrassing little flip.

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starmocha · 8 months ago

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Little Dino [Sylus + Daughter ★ 2555 words ★ Masterlist ★ Birdie Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] Sylus has a little dinosaur problem. A/N: OK another crow dad and his baby birdie ficlet because they bring me joy 🥹 istg I am working on those wips I promised on my tumblr. But…birb dad and birb baby… 🥺

“Mr. Sylus, we have new intel about that night on the 4th.”

“Mmhmm,” Sylus absently answered the person on speakerphone as he leaned back against the desk in his study. His eyes keenly followed the quick movements of the little green dinosaur who walked in uninvited to his study carrying an armful of plushies and setting them on his couch in a neat order: Smiley Dino and Sunny Dino. He watched as she scurried out the room for a few minutes, her long tail swaying back and forth.

He suppressed a chuckle. It seemed his daughter was really enjoying the dinosaur onesie her mother had gotten for her recently. She had insisted on wearing only this outfit for the last week. Sylus turned his attention back to his phone call.

“Now, you were saying there was a mole at the auction?”

“Yes, sir, we believe it to be…”

Sylus discreetly eyed his study door when he saw it pushed further open and his little dinosaur-daughter walked in with another armful of plushies. She scampered over to the couch and set them neatly next to the ones already sitting. The little girl then tried to climb up the couch before she paused half-way, seemingly remembering something. She slid back down to the floor with a soft “oof” and turned around, running pass Sylus.

Before she passed him completely, Sylus subtly stepped on her tail, making the toddler paused, confused. She turned around, her mouth opening wide in shock at the sight of her tail caught under her father’s foot. The little girl grabbed her tail and started tugging helplessly, but her efforts were in vain as it remained trapped under this sudden obstacle. She looked up at her father, and Sylus pretended he was looking elsewhere, appearing as if he was entirely preoccupied with his call.

“Yes, yes, we can do a meetup later this week,” Sylus answered as he kept an eye on his daughter from his peripheral vision. He casually crossed his arms over his chest and hummed softly. “Now there is this protocore incident I have been meaning to have you look into…”

The little girl pouted from the lack of attention and continued trying to tug her tail free. She looked up helplessly, shocked that her father still didn’t notice her. She gave another quick feeble tug.

Sylus remained feigning obliviousness. He almost lost his composure when he caught sight of his daughter’s angry pout and the little glare directed at him. She really did look like her mother in this moment, Sylus couldn’t help but thought with delight.

“Mr. Sylus, we can arrange a meeting on—”

“Daddy! My tail!”

There was an awkward pause in the room after the sudden outburst.

“Um…Mr. Sylus…”

“Oh, dear,” Sylus said with mock-worry, “I seem to have a little dinosaur problem in my study right now…”

“Uhhh…I’ll call you back later, sir.”

The line immediately went dead. Sylus chuckled and redirected his entire attention to the angry little girl at his feet. He tsked softly.

“Now what do we have here?”

“Tail! My tail, Daddy!” The little girl continued fruitlessly tugging her tail to emphasize her point, but Sylus seemed to press his foot down even harder.

“I see that,” he said, feigning astonishment, “That is quite a problem, isn’t it, baby?”

The little toddler continued to glare at her father.

“My, my, that is such a ferocious look,” Sylus teased, smirking. Just like her mother…

An idea seemed to pop into the little girl’s head. She mustered up her scariest voice and then with her little hands held up to claw, she let out a loud, “Rawr!”

“Oh, dear, I am very frightened,” Sylus said, barely able to hide his amusement, “Whatever will I do…if only I have Miss Hunter here to protect me…but alas, she is currently prioritizing Linkon City over her husband…”

The girl sulked when she realized her scare tactic didn’t work. She stepped closer and started to push her whole weight against Sylus’ leg, grunting and whining as she tried to free her captured tail. Sylus started laughing when his daughter began to beat his leg with her little fists.

“Alright, alright, enough of the love taps. I’ll move my foot, baby,” he said, lifting his leg, but before the little girl could run off, Sylus used his Evol to lift her into the air. He manipulated his Evol to carry her closer to him until the toddler was floating face-to-face with her father. He smiled at her adorable angry glare.

“Do I get a kiss before Miss Dino runs off?”

“No!” she crossed her arms stubbornly.

Sylus laughed, shaking his head in amusement. “Is this little birdie angry at me now?”

“Daddy, I’m not a birdie today!” she said defiantly, “I’m a dinosaur! Rawr!”

He laughed again. “Pardon me,” he said, “Then Miss Dino, may I request a kiss before you run off?”

She continued to pout. Sylus took this opportunity to suddenly take her into his arms, tickling her and kissing her cheek without mercy until she was laughing and gasping for breath.

“Daddy! Daddy! Not fair!”

“Mmhmm,” Sylus agreed, planting another long kiss on his daughter’s cheek, “Daddy never plays fair.”

He shifted her in his arms and motioned to his cheek with his finger. “Now kiss.”

He smiled as his daughter reluctantly kissed him.

“Try again, Little Miss,” he said, tickling her again and chuckling alongside her helpless giggles.

This time his daughter smiled and kissed his cheek more sincerely.

“Good girl,” he said, pecking her cheek again before setting her back down to the floor. He gave her bottom a quick playful swat, sighing in feigned exasperation. “Now, what is this little dino doing to my study?”

“We’re keeping Daddy company!”

“‘We’?”

“Uh huh.” His daughter smiled cheekily and pointed at the couch with the array of colorful plushies sitting on it. “Me, Smiley Dino, Sunny Dino, Azure Dino, and Grape Dino!”

“What happened to Grumpy Crow and his friends?”

“Time-out!”

Sylus pretended to look startled by the firm exclamation. “And what crime did they commit to warrant such punishment?”

The little girl huffed angrily. “They were mean to Smiley Dino!”

Without missing a beat, Sylus gasped. “And how were they mean?”

“They said Smiley Dino couldn’t join their group,” the girl answered her father.

“Well, that is truly awful,” Sylus said sincerely, kneeling down to his daughter’s height. He patted her head. “And you put them in time-out, baby?”

She nodded her head furiously. “Smiley Dino was very sad, Daddy…”

“I’m sure he was,” Sylus answered back solemnly, “But you know, baby, perhaps your plushies need to learn to play along together?”

The girl looked down, her hands clasped behind her back as she shuffled her feet reluctantly. “But they don’t want to be friends, Daddy…”

Sylus smiled and gave his daughter’s cheek a playful pinch. She giggled and swatted at his hand until he let go. “Come on, my little dino, let’s go and have a chat with your plushies.”

He picked her up and as he carried her out of his study, Sylus also used his Evol to pick up the dino plushies. Swirls of energy wrapped around each waiting plushie, lifting them into the air to follow after the father-daughter duo. Sylus smiled when he heard his daughter giggling delightfully, catching sight of her waving happily over his shoulder at the line of dino plushies floating behind them.

When they arrived at the little toddler’s bedroom, Sylus was unprepared for the sight of a jail made of pillows incarcerating four crow plushies in the middle of the large bedroom. As he walked closer, he huffed in amusement at seeing the four crow plushies tossed haphazardly inside the jail.

“Well, this jail looks comfier than the one I was in…”

“Huh?” The little girl turned to face her father with a look of utter bewilderment.

Sylus shook his head, chuckling more to himself. “Never mind, baby.”

“Daddy, down, down!” the little girl cried out, wriggling in his arms.

Sylus chuckled again and lowered her down to the floor. “Alright, alright. Impatient little dino today, aren’t you?”

Sylus also motioned with his finger to bring the dino plushies over and they surrounded the pillow jail. He smiled as his daughter looked up, her eyes wide with delight at seeing her plushies floating in the air before they gently descended. She immediately picked up Smiley Dino and hugged him tightly in her little arms.

“Now, is there a reason the crows and dinosaurs don’t get along?” Sylus asked as he knelt down to his daughter’s level. He watched as she furrowed her brows in contemplation.

“Because…because…they said Smiley Dino has a weird face…”

“Well, that is mean,” Sylus quipped. “Do you think he has a weird face?”

She shook her head furiously. “Smiley Dino is very cute!”

Sylus chuckled at her excited exclamation. “Very cute,” he agreed and gave his daughter’s cheek a gentle stroke, “But not as cute as my little dino right here.”

She puffed up her cheeks at him, seemingly annoyed. She hugged her plushie tighter. “Daddy, you’re making Smiley Dino sad, too!”

“I am just speaking the truth,” he answered affably, “Do you think I am like Grumpy Crow?”

Without a single of second of hesitation, she nodded her head.

“Well, maybe I am,” Sylus continued with a smile. He picked up the Grumpy Crow plushie, turning it around to scrutinize. “Perhaps Grumpy Crow and his friends didn’t mean to make Smiley Dino sad.”

The toddler looked at her father confused, and Sylus elaborated further: “Maybe the crows aren’t very good with their words…”

He held the crow plushie close to the dino plushie in his daughter’s arms. “Maybe he meant to say Smiley Dino has a very unique face. He’s special.”

“Daddy, is that…good?” the little girl asked tentatively.

Sylus nodded. “It can be good.” Sylus paused and raised the crow plushie close to his ear, appearing to be listening intently. His expression switched between different emotions, seemingly contemplative one second and then intrigued the next. “Ah, I see. Yes, yes, this is a big misunderstanding…”

“Daddy? What is it?” The girl walked over and tugged at her father’s sleeve. She pouted when he started laughing for seemingly no reason.

“Oh, Grumpy Crow was just telling me they didn’t mean to make Smiley Dino sad,” Sylus explained, continuing, “They also want to be friends with the dinos.”

“They do?” The girl’s eyes widened in astonishment.

“They do, baby,” he answered. He held the crow plushie out to his daughter. “Look, Grumpy Crow wants to apologize and be friends with Smiley Dino.”

The girl slowly smiled and held her dino plushie out. The two plushies ‘hugged’ before the little girl took them both into her arms to snuggle. She looked at her father with bright eyes and a toothy grin. “Daddy, they’re friends now!”

“Splendid,” he answered, “Now you have twice the number of friends to play with, right?”

She nodded happily, and gave each plushie a friendly kiss on the head.

Sylus suddenly noticed something peculiar. In the corner of his daughter’s room, there was a little canopy reading nook. Child-sized bookcases lined the wall filled with different children’s books and underneath the canopy was a soft white fur rug with different sized throw pillows surrounding the area. He noticed a few plushies were also strewn about on the rug.

“Wait, what’s this?” Sylus stood up and walked over to the reading area, picking up one of the peculiar plushies laying on the rug.

“Happy Snowman!” his daughter declared, dropping her two plushies and running over excitedly. “Mommy gave him to me.”

“Did…did she win it for you?”

“I dunno, Daddy,” his daughter answered him with a little innocent shrug. She then excitedly picked up two different plushies and held them up to her father proudly. “Look, Daddy, this is Artsy Birb and Bunbun!”

“They are…cute,” Sylus answered, tone stiff, though thankfully the little three-year-old didn’t seem to notice. Sylus knelt down to his daughter’s height again and smiled forcibly. In as even a tone as he could muster, he spoke, “Baby, why don’t you let Daddy hold onto these plushies for a while?”

His daughter tilted her head, confused, making the hood of her dinosaur onesie drooped to cover her face. Sylus fixed her hood and gave her a reassuring smile as he continued in the same tone as earlier, “Daddy is just borrowing them for a bit. I’ll give them back later…after I speak with Mommy…”

The little girl gave her father a toothy grin and nodded, not particularly caring either way. Sylus answered with another smile and with a wave of his hand, he made the three plushies disappear. He suddenly blinked in confusion when his daughter turned around and ran over to her bookshelf and picked up a seemingly random book, though it seemed to be quite a bit thicker than the other ones on the shelves.

“Daddy, story please!”

Sylus chuckled and nodded. “Yes, Miss Dino,” he answered courteously. He settled down in the reading nook, laying casually on his side with one elbow propped up and his head resting in his hand. Sylus smiled as his daughter scurried over and also settled down, handing him the book.

Sylus blinked in confusion before reading aloud the title of the book he was handed: “Analysis of Firearms Maintenance and Its Practical Applications…” He peered down at his daughter’s smiling face. He huffed in baffled amusement, asking, “Baby, did you take this from my bookshelf?”

She nodded her head eagerly and Sylus laughed. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “Mischievous little dino, aren’t you?” He rubbed his nose against her cheek, causing her to giggle harder. “I didn’t realize I was raising a little klepto-dino.”

“Oh! Daddy, Daddy, my plushies…”

Sylus smiled. He motioned with his hand, and swirls of energy wrapped around the crow and dino plushies, lifting them into the air. The plushies all floated over, circling around the reading nook area briefly before one by one, they were gently lowered to surround both father and daughter. Sylus motioned for the Grumpy Crow and Smiley Dino plushies closer and his daughter happily grabbed both to snuggle.

“Happy now?”

The girl nodded, beaming brightly as her hood fell to cover her face again. She giggled and lifted the hood off before she cuddled closer to her father. She pointed excitedly at the book Sylus was holding. “Daddy, the book, the book!”

“Bossy little dino…” He leaned down and kissed the top of her head. “Alright, page one…”

As he calmly read the book, his deep, soothing voice seemed to lull the little girl to sleep. After a few minutes, she turned away from the book, yawning, and clung to Sylus’ shirt, her small fingers absently rubbing the fabric for comfort. Sylus pulled her closer and he rested his head on a pillow as he continued to read aloud several more pages. Soon, though, the book was laid facedown, forgotten, as Sylus also found himself drifting off to sleep.

Soft, even breathing filled the room, and dreams of playful little dinosaurs and crows filled a little girl’s head as she slept peacefully, safe in her father’s protective embrace and surrounded by her cherished plushies.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #lnds series — sing little birdie #love and deepspace x reader #sylus x reader #love and deepspace fanfiction #lnds fanfics #x — fanfics #why am I devastated by my own writing #and au #my womb needs a child #sylus’ child #who fucking said that #🤨

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bizarrelovetriangel · 3 months ago

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i g o t y o u.

a little angst but mostly fluff. the classic scenario of reader/mc geting hurt and them taking care of you.

sylus

You forced yourself to limp through the dark, misty and empty street, leaving a trail of blood on the ground that matches the stain on your partly torn shirt.

Just then, a crow flew over your head and it was followed by heavy footsteps manifesting from the shadows.

He stepped right in front of you and his red eyes, clouded with worry and anger, studied you carefully. His jaw clenched and his lips moved, yet he failed to voice a single one of the many thoughts that rushed to his head. The only set of words that made it out were...

"Who did this to you."

His voice was low and cold, yet terrifyingly calm.

"It's not that bad." you laughed, only to wince at the burning wound on your waist. "You should see the other guy."

It was as if you'd defused a bomb. One grin on your face and his gaze softens, though concern remains.

Sylus shakes his head and sighs, letting out half of the tension in his body.

"Good."

You took a step towards him, or at least tried to, but your injuries prevented you from doing so. A sharp sting struck your waist and your legs wavered.

Sylus caught you before your knees could hit the ground. One arm carefully wrapped around your chest, just underneath your arms so that he could support your weight without touching your wound.

"I got you, sweetie."

He didn't let you go until you reached your apartment. He quickly punched in the passcode to unlock your door, then he guided you to your couch.

"I'm going to wash up - "

"Stay there." It was a demand, but his tone was gentle. "You'd make it worse if you make anymore unnecessary movements, as a wise kitten likes to tell me."

There were a couple of times when Sylus' injuries wouldn't heal quickly, and you'd often make a fuss when he brushes them off, telling him that he'd make it worse. Now, it's your turn to be stubborn while he takes care of you.

Once he saw that your injury was a graze from a bullet, he gritted his teeth as his mind forces him to imagine you getting shot.

"Tell me what happened."

While you told him about your encounter with a criminal that's been messing with protocores as well as targetting hunters, Sylus cleaned up your wound as carefully as he could.

He'd given you medicine for pain relief, too, after wrapping your waist with elastic bandages. Last but not least, but probably the most effective relief treatment: a kiss on the forehead.

"Now, open up." He was spoon-feeding you some food now.

"....I can use my hands perfectly, you know." You waved your hands in front of him to prove your point.

He playfully nipped your fingers with his teeth. "This is a once in a life time service, so take it or leave it, kitten."

"Hmph. I'll take it." You gladly took the food before softening up to look at him sincerely. "Thanks for taking care of me, Sylus."

He patted your head with one hand. "Thank me by getting better fast so we can watch that movie we were supposed to see tonight."

"Okay."

"For the meantime, help me choose the best songs in this record."

You fell asleep at the sound of his singing voice, and the smile on your face almost made it seem as if you never faced an enemy that Sylus came close to tearing apart.

It was a good thing that you got the job done, he thought.

You really are his girl.

xavier

He didn't make it on time.

Once he heard you scream, he teleported to your location and yet he couldn't find you. The hazy protofield affected his vision, making it difficult to see anything at all. By the time he saw you, your right shoulder had already gotten scratched up.

The blood on your clothes made him freeze for a moment, then he pulled himself together and picked you up. He did his best to ignore your blood on his hands, blocking out all the negative thoughts and unwanted memories that took over his mind.

Luckily, it wasn't deep enough to cause permanent damage, though it would take at least a couple of days for you to properly move your shoulder without adding further injuries.

You were taken to the hospital, and Xavier stayed by your side the whole time; however, he didn't say much. You were accompanied by a doctor, nurses and fellow colleague the whole time so you never had chance to question him until you returned home.

"Xavier, will you please tell me what's wrong?" you asked as you found him spacing out in front of your plants. "You haven't said much ever since the mission ended."

"It's...." He took one glance at you and held back on keeping his feelings to himself. "I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you fast enough."

You vigorously shook your head. "Don't apologize! It was my own fault for being reckless. And besides, it was a brutal mission that got the best of us. Even you."

You gently brushed your fingers over the minor injury he got on the side of his forehead.

"I'm just glad that we're both okay."

Xavier nodded and nuzzled his cheek against your warm hand. "Yeah. Me too." He instantly melted against your touch and almost made the mistake of burying his face between your neck and shoulder, but the bandages covering your skin made him jump away.

You looked at him with confusion as he pouted.

"What is it?"

"...nothing...." For as long as you're recovering, he won't get to nuzzle his face or kiss you anywhere near your shoulders, including a part of your neck.

The problem? He loves doing that. A lot.

"We need to get you healed up quickly." he declares like it's his own personal mission. "Let's start with food! You need to eat well so your body can get the nutrients needed to help you recover faster!"

He immediately goes to the stove and turns it on without even knowing what he's going to be cooking.

"Ahahaha.... maybe we should order takeout this time!" you exclaimed, turning off the stove and guiding him back to the living room. "After all, you're also injured. I don't want to make you do any hard work."

"Huh? But my arms are fine. It's just my head - "

"How about ramen?"

His eyes lit up brightly. "And karaage, please."

Xavier's next plan to help you heal quicker is: reading you aloud one of your favorite comics.

According to his logic, if you don't move your shoulders and arms to turn the pages of the book, you won't irritate your tissues and muscles and you'll get better faster.

"And he said, 'Dont worry, I'm the strongest.'" You can tell he didn't understand what was going on in that comic at all.

Not even ten minutes later, his eyes closed and the book fell from his hands and to the mattress of the bed. He rested a side of his face on the top of your head and his soft snores became a signal for you to turn off the lights.

No doubt about it, Xavier just being there will make you heal faster.

zayne

Zayne lost his composure the second you showed up at Akso Hospital with a sprained wrist. Not only that, but you were laughing at something Yvonne was saying, as if you didn't have specks of blood on your uniform.

When Yvonne saw him entering your room and caught the look on his face, she gave him a nervous smile. "Doctor Zayne..."

You beamed at him and had the nerve to wave your hand with the sprained wrist at him. "Hi, Zayne!"

"You...." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Even though I've gotten used to you dropping by with random injuries, that doesn't mean I can start brushing them off like you do."

"What? You mean this?" You eyed your reddening wrist. "It's really nothing! Tara insisted I get it checked, but I feel fine! I just had a mean brawl with a Wanderer, that's all."

Yvonne told Zayne, "She already took the necessary tests upon her arival. We're just waiting for her results." After he nodded in response, she left the room to give you two some privacy.

Zayne took a moment to scan your figure from head to toe, identifying what injuries you've gotten this time.

Fortunately, nothing looks too bad other than your wrist. He spotted minor injuries on your arms and face, so he'll make sure to carefully analyze your results for those areas too.

"Are you feeling any pain? If so, how bad is it?"

"Just some pain on my wrist. I can still use it just fine. See?" To demonstrate, you rotated your wrist and waved your fingers right in front of his face.

Zayne caught your hand and locked his fingers with yours to stop your movements. "You might make it worse."

He didn't let go of your hand after his statement. Instead, he held it against his chest while he gave you a stern look.

"Be more careful next time." he sighs at his own words. "Even if I say that, you'll still find a way to show up here and scare me." Zayne patted your head with his free hand. "I don't mind if you spontaneously drop by, though I'd prefer if you're not hurt at all."

You flashed him a smile. "I'm sorry. I really was cautious this time. It's just that that specific Wanderer was quite stubborn."

"That makes two of you." he chuckles before releasing your hand just in time for Yvonne to return with a clipboard.

"Here are some of your results."

The good news is your injury is mild and you received no serious damage from your mission. The bad news is, you still have to wait for a while to get your other results that are more time-consuming to get.

Well, to most people, it would be bad news. For you, you absolutely did not mind being at the hospital for a little longer. Anyways, you've been excused from your job for the rest of the day and tomorrow, so you had no place important to be in at the moment.

Especially not when there's a handsome doctor that's taking good care of you.

"Eat this cookie from the vending machine. It'll give you some energy."

Fifteen minutes later, he comes back with strawberry milk tea.

"I got this from the cafe. I thought you might enjoy it while you wait."

He got caught red-handed by Yvonne. "Doctor Zayne! Stop stealing my job." she jokes. "She's under my watch for now. I'll take good care of her, I swear."

Zayne's ears turns red. "Alright. I'll leave you to it." You enjoyed the way he awkwardly walked away, pretending to look busy all of a sudden.

He really is too cute for his own good and he has absolutely no idea how easy it is for him to make you smile like a lovesick idiot.

After another twenty minutes, the very moment Yvonne stepped outside to check on other patients, Zayne returns with more snacks.

"....I just happened to pass by the cafeteria again, that's all. I thought you'd like have something to fill your stomach since you might be getting hungry."

"Thank you, Zayne~"

You suppressed a laugh when Yvonne came back and caught him again.

But he didn't have to keep sneaking inside for long because you were finally free to go after clearing your test results and receiving all necessary treatments.

It just so happens that Zayne will be coming off work in just a couple of hours.

"Maybe you should stay around for a little longer." Zayne suggests, hands going up to fiddle with his tie. "Just in case any of your injuries starts acting up."

"Well, I can't deny doctor's orders, can't I?" you grinned, causing the corners of his lips to twitch up as well. "Where should I wait? The cafeteria?"

He took your uninjured wrist and kissed the back of your hand. "My office."

rafayel

You had accompanied Rafayel on a shady business trip (which was beneficial for you both) when a Wanderer showed up out of the blue and the people that arranged the meeting were nowhere to be found.

You and Rafayel fought side-by-side to get rid of the threat. While you sucessfully defeated the Wanderer, a surprise attack came from behind Rafayel.

You pushed him out of the way and took his spot when a knife that was meant to go through your chest was deflected and it sank to your right forearm instead.

Despite blood gushing from your flesh, you kept your arm steady as you shot a bullet from your gun, perfectly hitting the stabber before they could run away.

Rafayel gasped and weakly called out your name before moving towards you as the ground you stood on became painted in bright red blood.

"I'm fine." you told him reassuringly. "We need to get those guys and have them locked up. I just need to -"

The last thing you heard was Rafayel calling out your name before you lost consciousness. Once you woke up, you're back in Rafayel's house.

You're lying on his bed all alone. Your arm has been treated and wrapped in bandages, and you could feel pain radiating around the wound, though it was nothing that you haven't dealt with before.

"Miss bodyguard, don't get up!" Rafayel rushed to your side with a tray containing some food. "You might hurt yourself!"

You looked at him with amusement. "I appreciate the concern, truly, but only my right arm is injured. The rest of my body is okay, I can move just fine."

"But still!"

You glanced at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it's almost midnight. The whole incident occurred around seven-thirty, so you were out for several hours.

During that time, Rafayel must've taken you to the hospital to treat you, then had you brought back to his place. If you'd regained consciousness for some time in-between, you couldn't recall.

"Anyways, I was just about to wake you up though because I know you haven't eaten anything since our brunch date before the meeting."

Rafayel carefully put the tray by the nightstand.

"I ordered takeout, but I made the soup by myself!"

It looked like a typical creamy soup, though you could smell seafood and it certainly had you feeling hungry.

Also, since Rafayel looked so proud of his soup, you'd probably eat it even if your stomach wasn't in the mood for it.

"Alright, I'll dig in. Thank you for the food!"

"Wait, no!" Rafayel stopped you just as you started to move your arms. "You can't use your arms! That's what the doctor said! So I'll feed you instead."

"...but only one of my arm is - " Rafayel didn't waste another second in feeding you a spoonful of his soup.

it was hot.

but it was delicious.

"It's so good!"

Although he looked proud of it earlier, he now wore a shy expression on his face, with his red ears being the biggest giveaway.

His eyes then shifted to the bowl of soup as he started to stir it with the spoon.

"It was the least I could do for you for saving me."

You smiled and patted his head. "I am your bodyguard, after all. Don't worry about it." As a response, he gave you a small smile. "Now, feed me more."

"Of course, cutie~"

Rafayel treated you as if you have a flu, but you weren't complaning. He was being so sweet and caring, you can tell he really was trying to make up for what happened.

Once every while, his eyes would go to your right arm, and you'd notice the way his lips would curl into a frown, just for a moment.

Mostly, he wants to keep the mood light, so he wore a wide smile just so you can match it. And with all the effort he's giving into taking care of you, how could you not?

He peppered your arms, hands, and face with kisses because he said they'd help you heal faster.

He even insisted on helping you out with your night time bathroom routines, but you promised him you'll only use your good arm and that you'll be extremely careful.

It was no easy task, but you were able to do everything just fine as long as you took your time with every action.

You expected Rafayel to be asleep already once you came out of the bathroom, but he's still wide awake on the bed, trying to find something to watch on the TV.

"What's this?" he asked, seeing the last watched media on your history. "A romantic TV series?"

It was one of your favorite drama shows that you've been rewatching lately.

"Yeah." You joined him on the bed and he automatically covers you with the blanket that he's using.

"Is this the show that you were talking to Talia about? The one with the supposedly 'hot' male lead?"

".....yes...."

He scoffs. "I bet he's not even that good looking. Let me see."

"You want to watch it?"

"Yes, but only so I can make fun of your bad taste in men."

"....."

"...particularly human ones." he added. "because we both know you have a good eye for fishies."

"Sure."

You two watched the show from the beginning, and Rafayel did not hold back on the comments. They only made you laugh, so you didn't mind it at all.

Especially since, by the end of the first episode, you could tell he already became interested in the plot.

"Is she really going to see him? Even if he's so mean and lame? Her friend seems way better. Also, her mom's never going to approve."

"Mhmm." You didn't want to spoil anything so you kept your answers to a minimum and just let the next episode start instead.

Three episodes later, you realized that Rafayel had stolen your pillow and put it on his back, sitting up higher so he could get a better look at the screen.

The episode was showing something dramatic and intense, he couldn't help but fix his posture so he could pay attention better.

"I thought you're babying me tonight. Why are you taking all the pillows?"

"I'm your pillow, cutie." He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and forced you to lay down on his chest. "Now shhhh. She's about to slap him so gooood, I need to hear the crisp."

He was so warm and comfortable, you ended up falling asleep while he stayed up to keep watching.

caleb

"- and then I had this spicy food for dinner with Simone -"

"Move your camera farther."

"What?"

Through the video call on your phone, Caleb narrowed his eyes. "Pip-squeak, I know you're hiding something. Your voice is lacking its usual energy, you're wincing at every minute, and you're way too close to the camera. You know I'll never complain about seeing your face up close, but you never put it this close before."

He was the smartest student in his classes for a reason. Also, he knows you better than anybody. Of course he'd notice something is off.

"It's nothing, really. Just a little scratch. anyways-"

"Really? let me see it, then."

You sighed in defeat and zoomed out the camera so the screen can capture your entire figure sitting on your bed, revealing your left knee that's currently being supported by a white knee brace.

Caleb was quiet for a moment. Then he asked, "Can you still move around?"

"Yeah! It hurts a little, but I can move! It'll heal in no time, so - "

"Stay inside your apartment and try not to do any heavy work. I'll see you soon, Pip-squeak."

"Okay - wait what?!"

You then faced a black screen that informed you that your video call has ended.

"Caleb?!"

You were woke up at seven in the morning by the alluring smell of breakfast food.

"...no way...."

The very second you sat up, you heard footsteps coming towards you and soon you were face to face with Caleb.

"Good morning, Pip-squeak." He ruffled your hair and laughed at the results.

"I can't believe you came all the way here all of a sudden! If it's because of my knee, I'm fine. It's not a big deal."

He nodded. "It doesn't seem that serious, which is good. But you have a history of worsening some of your injuries back then because you'd move around so much, thinking it won't be any harm. I'm here to make sure that doesn't happen again."

You can't even be mad at him for always caring about you. "You're right. Sorry for making you come here so suddenly."

"No need to apologize. Anyway, since you're up already, it's time to go eat! Come on!"

You let out a squeak as Caleb suddenly carried you, with one arm carefully placed under your legs and the other supporting your back.

"Caleb! I can still walk!"

"And I can carry you, so I'm doing that."

He brought you to the kitchen and sat you down on a chair. A plate full of warm food is already waiting for you.

"When did you get here?"

"Around four in the morning."

It's way too early for you to try and figure out how it was possible to travel so quickly from Skyhaven to Linkon, so you made no comment about it.

As you started eating, Caleb knelt down on one knee next to you. He observed your knee brace for a moment before taking it off.

"What are you doing?"

He gave you a grin as he held up a newly bought knee brace, still in its package. "I got you a better one that'll speed up your recovery. I've had a knee injury before too when I was at the Academy, and this is what I used. Healed me in no time."

"You injured your knee before?! When?!" you gasped, using your right index finger to poke his forehead. "Why didn't you tell me and grandma?!"

He chuckled. "Because you would've done the same thing I did. You'd go over there and make a fuss. I wouldn't have minded it, but you would've been quite a distraction."

Distraction not only for him, but for other the guys in the academy, too. Sure, a lot of his friends already knew who you were and they really believed you were already his girlfriend due to all the times you'd pretend to be a couple.

Still, knowing how they acted, they'd be stealing your attention, which he prefers to be kept all to himself.

Besides, he wouldn't want you to travel far just to take care of him. He prefers to go to you. It doesn't matter where you are, or how far the distance between you two is. He'll always come to you.

"And grandma would be scolding me while you copy her expressions while standing next to her." Caleb continues, smiling as he recalled some memories of him getting scolded after getting hurt. "I would've gotten the double-disappointed glares."

Caleb took off the white knee brace that the hospital put on you. His eyes lingered on your knee for a moment and gently brushed his fingers against your skin. Then, he gave your knee a quick kiss.

You tilted your head as you looked at him curiously, holding back a smile.

"You know when people say, 'Kiss it and make it better'? It actually has some logic to it."

"Really?"

As Caleb puts on the red knee brace that he got for you, he explains. "Firstly: saliva has healing properties, so it really does help small wounds recover faster. Secondly: kissing in general induces hormones that relieves stress and brings relief and happiness, which overall is good for a healthy healing body."

"Spoken like a true nerd."

Caleb pressed your cheeks with only one hand. "And this nerd's going to make sure you heal very quickly."

He dives in to kiss your lips.

Again and again and again.

And just when you were ready for a deeper and longer kiss, he pulls away and goes back to the stove to cook some more.

"To do that, I'll make sure you eat all your food, including your fruits and vegetables so that your body can be healthy and recover fast."

You wanted to throw an apple at the back of his head, but you know with past experience that never works out well. Even without his evol, he somehow always knows and catches it.

You also quickly lost your motivation to hit him for teasing you because when you look down at the brace on your knee, there was a small doodle of an ugly smiley face on it.

Caleb smirked, scooting a chair right next to you before sitting down to join you for breakfast.

"If you want that gone, you better do your best in recovering fast. Otherwise, you'd be stuck with it, along with me and my special healing methods. Or maybe....." He leans his face close to you and his lips hovered yours but doesn't make contact with them at all. "Or maybe it can be your reward for when you get better. What do you think, pip-squeak?"

Maybe you do want to throw an apple at him.

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leighsartworks216 · 7 months ago

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Do you ever think about how Zayne grew up so fast and cry? Like, this kid meets a girl who is dying because of her heart and because he's been raised by two doctors his first thought on how to help is to become a doctor himself. His parents travel the world to help and he spends all hours of every day in the library at college to get work done and study. He jumps grades because he's so dedicated, he's the youngest among his peers. He doesn't have many if any friends. He graduates, he's the youngest to do so. He goes right into his residency. He very quickly works his way up to chief cardiac surgeon. He has awards. He has made breakthroughs in medical fields that change and save lives. He is haunted by nightmares of another version of himself that is a serial killer. Who kills people infected with Protocore Syndrome to the point of becoming a Wanderer. The girl he is doing this all for has Protocore Syndrome. She could become a Wanderer. He has to find a cure for it or he could have to kill her like he killed his old friend.

He enjoys video games and sweets. He gets toothaches from eating too many sweets. These are the only things he allows himself to do that is childish, up until that girl comes back into his life with her playful mischief. He allows himself to be playful and less cold around her. He needs to find a cure.

DO YOU EVER JUST CRY ABOUT THIS???

#zayne #love and deepspace

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tbaluver · 8 months ago

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Hi! I love your work and this is my first time requesting.. so please ignore if not interested! ♡

the roles are reversed and you are their favorite character and the LADS boys are the player! That’s all I hope you have a good day/night!~ 💗

When They're The MC- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre: slight suggestive content below otherwise fluff ! a/n: hihi anonnie ! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ thank you so much for requesting this was such a cute request (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) i hope this was alright and if it wasn't pretend it doesnt exist ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ) otherwise i hope to see you again soon anonnie ! enjoy reading ! (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡

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Xavier:

Xavier is the type of player to listen to your secret times or tender moments and fall asleep listening to your voice. He likes to imagine you’re right beside him before he falls into his peaceful slumber.

However he does get hard listening to your suggestive audio or scenes that play out.

Spends most of his time grinding out materials for your memories so your character is strong when he reaches end game. Almost has your DeepSpace Trial finished and your affinity level maxed.

Ignores all the calls and text messages of the other main leads except yours.

When he runs out of content for you in the game, he would find solitude on watching edits or reading fanfics of you until the game finally updates its lore for you. Sometimes he'll replay the kindle moments of his favorite cards of you, which is literally all of them.

Zayne:

Nobody expected Zayne to be the type to play this game and at first, neither did he. But he downloaded the game out of curiosity and ended up playing until he reached the end game.

He has your affinity almost maxed out while the rest of the other leads are lower level. He would know all of your lore and has read all of your anecdotes without skipping them for the gems.

Uses the quality time to keep track of his studies but he can’t help but often glance at his screen and find you glancing back at him as well.

He has the Aurum Pass Premium and saves all of his diamonds for your upcoming banners. Does not even bother checking any of the other main leads in the game unless the banner included you

He ONLY plays this game in his room or whenever he's alone. Even though he has his headphones in, he can't help but look around to make sure nobody heard any of your suggestive sounds that sounded like a breathy moan. His ears would turn so red and he can't help but find his hand sliding down his pants

Rafayel:

The type of player that took hours customizing his character to make sure it looks exactly like him. He spends a lot of time with his character and yours in the photo booth. He tries to do a lot of glitches so it looks like you guys are kissing or hugging or him hitting it from the back.

The type that never lets you have a turn at the claw machine. If you managed to have a turn first, he’s IMMEDIATELY requesting to have the next turn. Yes, he thinks your pout is cute whenever you don’t get the plushie but he is NOT wasting any affinity points.

He would use all of his daily emojis just to talk to you and pokes you a lot in the cafe until you get annoyed.

The type to make the most beautiful fanart of you and make the most entertaining edits of you on social media. The type to freak out when he hears your solo banner is coming. He’s literally kicking his feet and rolling around in his bed in excitement

Sylus:

Sylus wasn’t interested in the game at first until your trailer kept popping up and out of curiosity and interest in your character, he decided to try it.

He became the BIGGEST spender when it comes to only your character. He would have all your cards maxed out from the levels and to the protocores. Each card he has of you would be ranked up to level 3 and most of your five stars are awakened. He has all your outfits and all of your poses.

However he would have the biggest frown on his face when he loses his pity the first couple of pulls. That’s not going to stop him until he has all your memories.

He is the type to tease your character by touching you a lot in the cafe to the point you're crossing your arms with a pout and your cheeks are flushed.

Spends a while in the photobooth to stare at your chest or you characters butt. Shamelessly tries to do a couple dirty glitches and the thought of you being real wouldn't leave his mind

Bonus: They all hate Lemonette.

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xaviesstarlight · 4 months ago

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Blind as a Bat

Synopsis: MC has astigmatism, making her extremely nearsighted and loses her contacts in the N-109 Zone. Note: I have astigmatism, so there’s a good chance I’ll write about it again soon in the future.

The wind is a girl’s worst enemy. Not only does the whirling current cause your hair to fly into your face at the worst possible times, but it can also dry out your eyes when hunting wanderers, causing you to lose your eye contacts. You curse under your breath as your vision suddenly becomes blurry after dodging a wanderer’s attack one night.

In the N-109 Zone.

The N-109 Zone isn’t usually so windy, but a storm is currently on its way. You duck behind a dumpster to hide from the wanderer as you assess just how much you can see in the darkness. You have severe astigmatism, so lights are especially blurry. You can see just fine with your contacts, much better with glasses, but the contacts have never caused you issues before. If it wasn’t for this wind… The wanderer howls, its roar breaking through your thoughts. You can still see the large blurry body like a black mass. As long as you aim at that, you shouldn’t miss. You quickly aim your gun and shoot. The wanderer dissolves into dust.

Smiling, you rush from behind your temporary shelter to grab the wanderer’s protocore for the Association. Your eyes search for colors that stand out among the gritty gunk that covers the N-109 Zone. The protocore should sparkle. You stumble as you look for it when something catches you before you land face-first onto the pavement.

“Careful, kitten,” a familiar, sultry voice says from the darkness. “I thought all cats land on their feet after falling, but I suppose that rule doesn’t apply to you.” Sylus. His energy manipulation evol is what caught you.

You whip your head in the direction of his voice to see a tall figure. Unfortunately, you couldn’t make out any details. If you squint, you could notice his white hair and black clothing, but that’s about it. “Sylus? Do you see the protocore? I can’t find it.”

Sylus clicks his tongue. “Stop playing games, sweetie. It’s right in front of you.”

“Where?”

Sylus freezes. He studies you as you stand before him scanning the ground for the shiny red protocore just a few feet in front of you. You squint your eyes, quickly looking left to right, a restlessness stemming from your frustration. Also when you look in his direction, there’s no focus, no softening of your features that usually occurs when you see him. Sylus waves his hand in front of your face. “Can you not see? What happened to your contacts?”

You fill Sylus in on your situation. “It just so happens,” Sylus responds, “you left a spare pair of glasses at the base. You’re coming back with me.” He grabs your wrist to lead you to his bike before snatching up the protocore using his evol. “You should be grateful I found you before something really bad happened.”

“Worse than being captured by Onychinus after being rendered blind?” you giggle, happily following him. You attempt to make the best of the situation, and going home with your boyfriend after a mission is the best possible outcome on a night like this, but the grip on your wrist tightens.

You couldn’t see Sylus’s expression, but you could hear the fear in his voice as he speaks lower, almost as if through his teeth. “You are fortunate it was me who found you in this state. If anyone else did…” Sylus doesn’t finish his thought.

You gulp, a sense of guilt weighing down on your heart. It wasn’t your fault for losing your contacts, especially at night in the most dangerous area in the country, but you don’t like the idea of making Sylus worry about you. You don’t say another word until you are safely back at the base.

Even though you are more than capable of taking a shower without any type of vision aide, Sylus insists on helping you. “You may have trouble reading the bottles, and how will you know which is the shampoo and which is the conditioner?”

You sigh. Fatigue overtakes your body, so you indulge your boyfriend. You want more than anything to hurry up and finish the shower, so you can put your glasses on after getting washed up. You still haven’t clearly seen Sylus’s face, and the idea of not being able to see him makes you restless.

Once you finish the shower, Sylus dries your hair and hands you your glasses. You put on the black square frames and immediately cup Sylus’s face in your hands, giving him a good look. His crimson eyes soften as they meet your gaze, his lips slightly curving upward. You grin, your shoulders relaxing in relief.

“There you are. It bothered me that I couldn’t see you properly until now. I missed you.”

Sylus chuckles. He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear before caressing your cheek. “You couldn’t see me this whole time? That won’t do, kitten. You really are as blind as a bat.”

“That may be, but I have my crow to see for me.” You boop Sylus’s nose.

Sylus chuckles. “Though I hope this doesn’t happen again, I would gladly be your eyes.”

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always-just-red · 11 months ago

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I've been lookin for a writer who takes reqs for lnds 😭 Can i req sfw hcs/one-shot (choose which one u prefer more) for sylus & fem/gn reader?

I remember there was one call for zayne x mc where mc called zayne accidentally because mc was drunk & mc called zayne (accidentally) instead of booking a cab (mc did book a cab but w/ a wrong destination).

Can i maybe req what if the scenario is like that but it's w/ sylus instead? Feel free to tell me if this req is too much or if u wanna decline it, thanks a lot!

My first Sylus fic! Yay! (Don't look at me Rafayel 🥰) Anon your mind is so powerful! This prompt was so much fun to write, so thank you, hope you enjoy!

Wrong Number

Sylus x Reader 🩸

Summary: You're having a bit of trouble getting hold of that taxi you booked, but more trouble help is on the way...

Genre: fluff, kinda ends on an angsty note (sorry 😇)

Warnings/Additional tags: drunk reader, some swearing, humour, uses of 'sweetie' and 'kitten', threat of violence/death at the start, a slight bit of suggestion (it's Sylus, ok? He's having ✨fun✨)

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

“Mr. Sylus, please! It was an honest mistake— almost indistinguishable from a genuine protocore, I swear!”

Sylus is lounging back in a plush leather armchair, feeling thoroughly short-changed as he turns about a fake protocore with his fingers. He’s been listening to this noise for almost a full minute, growing awfully impatient, though he did like the last excuse.

“Say that again,” he drawls with a sinister smile.

“It was an honest mistake,” the black-market dealer stutters, tripping over his words. “It was almost indistinguishable from a—”

“Almost indistinguishable…” Sylus confirms. “Almost. Almost.” He’s savouring each syllable— tasting them like wine.

“It would have fooled almost anyone!”

“Almost anyone?” Sylus laughs, and it’s a wicked, dangerous thing. “Well yes, I rather think that’s the point. But it didn’t fool just anyone, did it? It fooled you.”

His smile is gone in an instant, his hand closing around the fake protocore, splintering it with a crack. He drops bloodied, sapphire fragments from his palm, red and blue, red and blue, and they skitter across the hardwood floor like rain.

“Please, Mr. Sylus!” the dealer pleads, desperate. “I’ll do anything! I will! I’ll make it up to you!”

“No, thanks.” Sylus studies his palm as it heals. “I’ve had my fill of fake protocores.”

“Sylus!”

The leader of Onychinus stands, drawing his gun with a customary apathy. Dark energy manifests, twisting around the dealer’s limbs, holding him still, while a lone tendril crawls around his mouth, holding him silent. He’s struggling, but he should know better. He should have known better from the very beginning. With a wistful smile, Sylus levels the gun with his head, and—

Something rings.

His red gaze shoots up, instinctively seeking Luke and Kieran, but they shrug from their station at the other side of the room. The sound is closer than that, anyway. Glaringly more familiar. Sylus’s spare hand goes to his pocket, and he draws out his phone.

“Mmm?” he greets, thumb sliding across the screen as he puts it to his ear.

There’s only one person who calls him at this time of night.

“Where are you?” your voice echoes from the other side of the line.

“That’s a question I prefer not to answer without knowing what motivates it.”

“Wha— Sylus?”

“Yes, sweetie,” he drones.

There’s a moment of silence. “Shit.”

It’s not the reaction he aspires to, but you sound agitated, so he’s going to let it slide. There’s a loud crackle from the speaker, followed by a few, harsher sounds, and he pulls the phone away from his ear, wincing slightly. His eyes are trained on the man at his feet, but he lowers his gun, distracted.

“What are you—” he begins, but then he identifies the sound. It’s a finger— your finger— jabbing away at a screen. “If I didn’t know any better, Miss Hunter, I’d say you were trying to get rid of me.”

“No…” you deny too quickly. It’s still there: the tapping. Like Mephisto, pecking furiously at a locked window from outside. A few more jabs, and then…

The call cuts out.

Sylus scoffs, looking down at his now silent phone in disbelief. He flops back into his chair, tossing his gun onto a side table before hitting the button to call you back. You know he’s not a patient man, but you don’t pick up the first time, and so he has to try again. He can be patient for you— he tells himself— as he thinks up some creative ways for you to return the charity. Speaking of charity…

His gaze drops to the dealer. “Get out,” he sneers.

The man doesn’t have to be told twice. He scrambles to his feet as his blood-dark bindings retract, practically throwing himself towards the room’s exit. Luke pushes open the door, the intense music of the nightclub beating through the gap, but Kieran’s being less helpful. He steps into the doorway, blocking any escape. He feints right. Then left. Behind the masks, both men are laughing.

Eventually Kieran steps aside. He shoves the dealer the rest of the way through the door as Luke kicks it shut, and they exchange a high-five.

Sylus pinches the bridge of his nose. His call connects.

“Hello?” You’re back. “Finally! Where are you? I don’t see you.”

“Still me, sweetie.”

“Sylus?” you actually whine. It’s adorable. “Why is it you? Go away.”

“No,” he lilts tunefully, and then he’s coaxing: “I want to help you, kitten. Won’t you let me help you? Tell me, who are you trying to call?”

Frustration spills from you— fake, exaggerated sobs tearing themselves from your throat. “The taxi, Sy,” you whine again. “The stupid taxi, okay? It’s not here. It’s meant to be here.”

“Where’s here?”

“Ha!” you exclaim like you’ve evaded a masterplan, and not a casually asked, run-of-the-mill question. “No. Nice try, but no. You wanna help me?”

“Yeah.”

“Then leave me alone!”

With— he can imagine— some sort of theatrical flourish, you deliver your phone a final, decisive tap. It beckons a fateful silence. Sylus brings his phone in front of his face, unmoved by the moment’s gravitas. There’s a pop-up on the screen. Kitten: requesting video chat.

He smiles to himself. Then accepts. “Hi sweetie.”

Your face is lighting up his screen, your cheeks flushed, your brow furrowed, and your eyes sharp with determination. “Why can I— wait, why can I see you? Get out of my phone, Sy!”

“My, my,” he tuts, but he’s smiling still, “look at you— the illustrious Miss Hunter. It is a relief to know the fate of Linkon rests in such… reliable hands.”

“What d’you mean?” you mumble.

“You’re drunk.”

“You’re drunk!”

He chuckles. “And there’s that infamous wit.”

You bite your lip as you ignore him, still fixated on trying to end the call. It occurs to him that you will eventually succeed; even a broken clock is right twice a day. “Listen to me, sweetie. Are you alone?”

His tone is sober enough for the two of you, and your exasperated eyes meet his. “Yeah.”

“Then be a good girl and send me your location. You remember how to do that, right?” He carefully enunciates each word of his plan. “I’ll come and get you, but I need to know where you are. Don’t go with anyone else. Wait for me, okay?”

You’re nodding away, the odd ‘mmhmm’ escaping your lips, but you’re not at all listening. He catches on after a minute. Trails off— realises your gaze is too vacant, and your focus? Wandering. You’re cradling your phone with both hands. His view is interrupted as your thumb passes over the camera; you’re… stroking the screen?

“You’re so pretty, Sy,” you murmur breathlessly.

His gaze softens. He sighs, “You’re pretty too.”

Then you make a sound he’s never heard before: you squeak, the phone’s audio almost cutting out. A blush is spreading through your cheeks, so much darker than the alcohol’s afterglow, and gods he wishes your face was in his hands. The vision is short-lived, however, because suddenly you’re gone.

There’s a circling view of a dark street, split by streaks of white light, as your phone careens through the air. It strikes concrete a moment later, stuttering to a stop, and Sylus’s grimace deepens with each jarring crack. Your screen has gone black, but he doesn’t think it’s broken. He’s face down, apparently— subjected to an unexciting view of the pavement.

“Oh, shit!” He hears you gasp.

Though your voice is far away, your phone is in your grasp again in no time. You’re turning it over, peering down at him, tracing the outline of his face with worry. “Sorry, Sy. Are you okay?”

“I’ll survive.” He raises an eyebrow. “You know, if you wanted to throw me around, you only needed to ask.”

His voice has dropped, and he loves watching you notice. You stand from your crouch with a smirk, bringing him with you— a dark idea in your eyes. “Wanna go again?”

Before he can protest, he’s looking at the back of your head. Your arm is stretched behind you, gearing up to send him on another short flight.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he interrupts, panicking briefly, but you’d never detect it with all your wits about you, let alone none. He’s brought in front of your face again, and you’re frowning oh so sweetly. “I asked you to do something, remember?”

“You told me to do something.”

So pedantic. “What did I tell you to do, sweetie?”

You don’t say anything. There’s a short huff as you blow hair from your face, and then you’re concentrating. You have that look he likes: the one you get when you’re whittling away at your paperwork like a good little hunter. The same stubborn resolve, too, that makes you lean over it when he or Mephisto are conveniently behind your shoulder.

Your location comes through with a ping and his smile widens. He’s up in a heartbeat, telling you he’s on his way— that you did such a good job— and that you need to stay on the phone with him, okay? He spins his fingers as he passes between Luke and Kieran, a gesture they’ve long grown accustomed to and can easily translate.

I'm leaving. Clean this up.

…

“So then Xavier, like— well, you know Xavier— he was all, ‘I’ll tell you later,’ but he never did, Sy! Off he went, leaving Nero and I to do all the paperwork, and I asked Nero, and Nero was like, ‘ask Xavier yourself’, and I was like, ‘I literally just did!’, and he just shrugged, and it’s… driving me crazy, you know? Because where does he even go? Tara and I have this bet going, she thinks it’s because he—”

Your anecdote comes to a sudden stop.

“What does Tara think, sweetie?”

“Shh shh shh! Wait a second…”

You clutch your phone to your chest like it’ll somehow suppress Sylus’s voice. You’re sat, leaning back against a chain-link fence, but you rise as a black car pulls up in front of you. The windows are tinted. You squint, leaning forward to try to look through them anyway.

“I don’t like this, Sy,” you frown as you plant a hand on your hip. “There’s a car here.”

“Oh?”

“Shh!” you hiss again. It’s not the only car parked on the street, but it is the only one alive. The engine purrs and its lights are glowing like angry embers, refusing to be snuffed out by the dark. You take a step closer, then the engine cuts out. You take a bigger step back.

“What exactly are you afraid of?” Sylus asks, his tone so thick it’s practically bleeding through your phone. “Is a big, bad man trying to get you?”

“Well I don’t know what they look like, Sy. The windows are tinted, and I— AH!” you gasp.

A strong pair of arms wrap around you from behind, lifting you from the ground. “Got you, sweetie,” Sylus chuckles in your ear as tell-tale crow feathers settle around you. His breath is hot on your neck and it tickles, turning your panicked shrieks to laughter.

“Sylus!” you squeal as you attempt to wriggle free. You don’t think you’re trying very hard.

The man lowers you back to your feet, but his arms stay around you and he dips his head, resting his chin on the curve of your shoulder. “Hi,” he whispers.

“Hi.” For a little word, there’s so much fondness.

“Let’s get you home to bed, okay?”

You nod compliantly with a yawn, swaying a little as his arms retract and you’re having to stand on your own again. He chuckles as he steadies you— placing a hand on the top of your head— and you pivot, drawn by the sound. His crimson eyes find yours and they’re dark with something that stirs you, even with your mind swimming and nothing really making sense. You’re not sure of anything at all, except—

No-one has ever looked at you like that before.

And you won’t remember it tomorrow.

“Come on,” he prompts, nudging you towards the car, and you start to walk, though you’re dragging your feet. “I want to hear all of the association’s dirtiest secrets while I still can.”

“Tara has a crush on the new weapon specialist, you know.”

Sylus blinks, then laughs— a tender, comfortable thing. Completely enthralled. “You don’t say,” he beams.

No, you won’t remember it tomorrow.

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cheri-cheri · 2 months ago

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25 Canon Facts about Caleb - Part 2

As someone with the memory of a goldfish and an insatiable thirst for Caleb content, I'm embarking on a mini project to collate facts about him based on in-game texts \( ´ ꒳ ` )/♡ Let's appreciate our precious apple boy together!

✧ Part 1 ll Part 3 ll Part 4

Caleb and MC participated in a handmade lantern making contest. [Event - Masterwork Lantern]

When building models, MC does the designing and Caleb does the building. Caleb attributes his aptitude in building models to MC and her sometimes complicated ideas. [Event - Masterwork Lantern]

Caleb sent MC a link about how sleeping positions reflect one's personality and revealed that he is aware of MC's various sleeping positions. [Daily - Sleep Analysis]

Caleb mostly sleeps on his back, on his side, in a side-punch position or a freefall position. MC noted that based on the link, people who sleep on their stomachs have controlling behavioural tendencies and like to hide their emotions. MC also noted that people who sleep on their back have high standards for themselves and others and dislike disorder. [Daily - Sleep Analysis]

Caleb clarified that his only rule for MC is for her to prioritise herself no matter what, and that he has high standards for himself so that he can protect MC better. [Daily - Sleep Analysis]

Caleb picked out MC's old bedsheets and pillows. [Daily - Sleep Analysis]

One of the Farspace Fleet's most important jobs is providing protocore energy to Skyhaven. The Fleet is also the only one with enough combat experience to operate inside the Deepspace Tunnel. The Fleet has been criticised for having too much authority as it sometimes has the final say over everything in Skyhaven. [Daily - The Returner]

For now, Caleb plans to avoid showing up in front of people who know him in Linkon. [Daily - The Returner]

Caleb noticed when MC's eyes were red and that she kept rubbing them. He sent her eye masks and eye health supplements. [Daily - Eye Care Guide]

Caleb learnt some eye exercises during his days in the Aerospace Academy. There is a text option where he decides to visit MC to teach them to her. [Daily - Eye Care Guide]

The accounting book that young MC used as a grudge diary to record the times Caleb made her mad was actually a gift from Caleb when she won her first essay competition titled "20 Reasons Why Caleb Makes Life Better!" [Daily - Budgeting Tips]

When young MC wrote something in the grudge diary, she would read everything out loud to make sure Caleb knew what she was writing. [Daily - Budgeting Tips]

When they were younger, MC and Caleb once went out to play and got lost in the woods. [Daily - Budgeting Tips]

When they were younger, Caleb refused to let MC have ice cream when she had a cold. [Daily - Budgeting Tips]

When they were younger, Caleb gave MC a wish coupon but she lost it before she could use it. [Daily - Budgeting Tips]

MC confessed that the aside from complaints, she also wrote down all the silly things Caleb did when he tried cheer her up. Caleb acknowledged that he was often the reason why MC needed cheering up in the first place. [Daily - Budgeting Tips]

MC and Caleb used to sneak out of study hall after school. Caleb would camp outside her classroom whenever he wanted to help her to skip class. [Daily - Auditorium Escape]

The plushies that MC and Caleb win from the claw machine are kept in Caleb's home. An exception is the plane plushie which Caleb insisted that MC keeps. [Daily - Let It Fall]

MC and Caleb have a shared New Year's album where they store the photos that they take together. The password to the shared album is a shortened version of "Caleb is a big dummy". They have many shared New Year's albums from over the years. [Daily - New Year Journey]

MC and Caleb participated in a "Letters to Strangers" message relay event without telling each other. The notebook ended up with Caleb and he recognised MC's handwriting on a page she wrote on from around a year ago. [Daily - Letter to a Stranger]

Caleb has a high tolerance for sour things. He dries lemon peels for tea. [Daily - Naked Lemon]

MC has purchased a rug alarm, maze alarm clock and flying alarm clock but none of them are as effective or experienced in waking MC up. [Daily - Rug Alarm]

Caleb sent MC celestial coordinates to a beautiful nebula. [Daily - Blossom Nebula]

During his breaks between patrol missions, Caleb always wonders about what MC is doing. Otherwise, he finds the time spent away from MC too hard to bear. [Daily - Blossom Nebula]

Caleb and MC ran into her colleagues at the planetarium and she introduced him as a friend. Caleb hoped that if a similar situation were to happen again, she would introduce him by name. [Daily - Blossom Nebula]

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werewolfnarrative · 7 months ago

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EXCLUSIVE TREATMENT

M!Sylus and F!Reader. "Goodcat Code" inspired;

GENRE: smut, a little bit of plot;

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT, kissing, teasing (Sylus has a sensible body), boob and nipple sucking, oral (M!receiving), unprotected sex, creampie.

ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS FANFIC ARE CONSENTING ADULTS. PROCEED CAREFULLY AND DO NOT ATTEMPT TO RECREATE THESE SITUATIONS IN REAL LIFE.

You were greeted with the eternal night of the N109 Zone. The plane had just landed and you were now in the airport waiting to be picked up. A new Protocore auction was about to happen, and Jenna was confident in your skills to navigate the area.

Luke and Kieran were meant to pick you up at the south entrance and take you to Onychinus' base. When you leave the big glass doors there is no soul or vehicle around. You double check the messages. Nothing.

Your cellphone rings. "Hey, hold on tight!" The voice of the twins echoed through the dark. "There has been a... problem but we are on our way." Just as the audio ends, a fancy black car shows up in your field of vision.

"What happened? Is it related to Sylus?" You ask as they help you put your luggage in the trunk. "Ah, good night." You quickly add. They look at each other, a very noticeable nervousness in the air. "Of course not, he's fine."

Sylus was not, in fact, fine. He had woken up this morning (night) feeling dizzy, even though he never got sick. There were important preparations to be made in regards to the Protocore auction, so he just send Luke and Kieran take care of them so he woudn't have to expose himself so much. And the worst part of it is that you would be arriving in a few hours.

He locked himself in his study and told the staff to not be bothered. The cook and cleaning were dispensed for the day. The only way he would even interact with the world outside is through the twins, and they were running left and right to make everything perfect.

"He's fine." Kieran confirmed.

The house was bathed in shadows and eerily silent when the three of you arrived. No one commented on it, nor the absence of the host. Your luggage was delivered to the guest room (the one closest to Sylus' own bedroom was always used by you when you visited. Some of your plushies from Linkon decorated the walls) and then you were alone.

"Hi, Sylus. Are you home?" You try to call him. No one picks up, so you leave a voicemail. "I arrived safely, and so did the twins. Thank you for picking me up." A few minutes go by until a hoarse voice reaches your ears. "I'm glad you're here."

What was that? He never used words like that, and there was something wrong with his voice. You begin to search around the house on your own, since Luke would always give avoidant answers and his twin was out for the preparations. There were no lights under the door to his bedroom.

The door opens silently and you come in. You think about turning on the lights, but that would reveal your position to the one downstairs. The search was going smoothly, even in darkness, until you see two glowing red dots at the top of his bed.

"Got lost, sweetie?" The tall figure got up and began approaching you. "Why are you in the dark, you crazy? It's bad for your eyes." He lets out an amused chuckle. "I couldn't find you anywhere so I began searching."

"Worried about me?" He whispers. Even then, you can still hear a different timbre to his voice. You paw at the walls, trying to find the light switch. A strong white light fills the room, and both of you groan at the sudden luminosity.

You let out an "ouch" when you open your eyes for the first time. The sight before you is surely a trick of the light. When you look at this angle, it almost looks like Sylus is sporting cat ears and a tail. His eyes are still closed and he is standing completely still, wich gives you enough time to absorb his features.

The (very real) ears twitch, and the tail moves languidly behind. There are slight eyebags under his eyes and his posture is a little... sad? "What the hell happened to you?" He winces. "Remember our little Kitty Cards game last night, kitten? There is a strange Evol affecting me and I think they are related."

"I guess you are the kitten now, Sylus." You spat back at him. "Is it temporary?" He nods and moves to turn of the light switch. You stand in front of it, stopping him in his tracks.

One look at his face is all it takes to see he is not happy. In fact, tired is the word that explains it better. "If you want to stay, stay. I'm going to bed." He unceremoniously turns around and plops onto the mattress, face down.

"Are you going to stay here all day?" "I can't exactly leave until I get back to normal. Feel free to do whatever you want in the meantime." You're pretty sure he was talking about the black credit card, or exploring the base, but you immediately lay down on the bed beside him. His ears twitch in interest and he puts his tail on top of you.

"Whatever I want?" He shifts on the bed to look at you. "Does my kitten have something in mind?" You giggle and reach for his white fur, meeting no resistance. He grumbles when you run your fingertips across his hair and then his ears.

You start going lower, cradling his face in both of your hands. He is sitting up now, also wrapping his arms around you to secure your body in place. He nibbles every patch of skin he can reach as you continue your journey, caressing his neck and then finding purchase on his shoulders. You bite him a little more strongly and he moans.

"If you're touching me like this, does this means I can touch you too?" You nod and your mouths meet halfway. Both of you alternate between kisses to squeezing and groping. There is a blush on his face as you feel run your hands through his pecks and stomach. His hand moves to your breasts and begins teasing your hard peaks.

"I tought you said you were going to bed?" You tease. He turns your body around quickly, standing up as you are pushed down to the matress. You are now under Sylus as he kisses you fervently and purrs against your skin. "My kitten is very bold today. I am going to bed, just not alone."

Sylus makes a show of taking of his thin shirt, the upper part of his body leaving nothing to imagination. You can see his bulge protruding from his pants and your stomach pools with desire. He guides your hand to his ears and tail again, and whimpers when you give the sensitive skin a soft pinch.

"Take them off." You begin undressing your many layers, still in your travel outfit. Sylus hums in satisfaction and begins licking your tits as soon as they are in view. You forget completely of your pants while he makes you shiver in his grasp, sucking the nubs until they are swollen.

"I-I want -" He begins, but stops midway. His feline ears droop down. "Tell me what you want." You reply, remembering all the times he said the same thing to you, in this same bedroom. Sylus guides your head to his strained pants, and you understand.

His tip is angry red when you pull his waistbands off. Precum is already gathering at the tip, and you prepare your mouth for what's to come. Sylus seems to be more desperate today, since he is moaning and telling you to hurry up. "Want to be inside your pretty mouth."

You begin sucking and playing with the tip. That is already enough to have his hips bucking into the air as you continue your descend. "Calm down love, I'll get there." During all of your relationship, you had never seen Sylus like this. Was the cat Evol affecting him so badly?

"Please let me come inside your mouth. Let me -" He stops again, clearly embarassed. His flush now spread to his shoulders and his chest. "Let me what, darling?" The pet name, along with you sucking his shame out through his dick makes him a little less bashfull.

"Want to breed." He declares like it's his most precious secret. "Want to make you full of my litter." During these times, you were sure Sylus had a breeding kink, even if he refused to talk about it if not in moments like this.

Even then, he continues guiding your head to deepthroat his dick, gasping loudly when you suck. "I won't last long, kitten I -" You produce a loud slurping sound and run your tongue all across his lenght.

He explodes in your mouth with a loud groan.

You wait a few seconds for him to open his eyes, his release still in your mouth. You swallow and see something flash behind his eyes. Just like earlier, you are wrestled to be under him, cock still hard and teasing your folds.

"Do you have any idea of what you do to me?" Sylus teases your entrance while playing with your clit. "How hard it was not to pounce on you the moment you came through that door? I tought about you all day." He mumbles, more to himself than to anyone else, and continues his job to make his cock fit inside.

You feel the telltale strech as he makes his way through your walls. Both your and Sylus' moans fill the room, eyes shut to absorb the pleasure. "Look at me. Want to see you." He demands. After a few more tries, he finally bottoms out.

"Why didn't you respond to my texts? My calls?" His ears droop, but his tail wraps as strongly as possible onto your leg while he nuzzles your chest. "I tought being away from you would be easier. It wasn't."

He begins to move and all your anger dissipates.

Sylus' slender fingers resume his ministrations to your bundle of nerves while his shaft touches all your sensitive spots inside. "So good don't stop!" You scream against his mouth before he kisses you urgently. The bed is shaking with the impact of your bodies. "Ne-next time something like this happens, call me earlier."

He laughs. "My kitten is enjoying the treatment, huh?" There are no toughts in your head while Sylus slams into you. You grind against him, meeting his cock halfway. He whimpers, stopping abruptly to stave off his orgasm. Your release is also approaching quicker than expected.

"If you keep doind this, I won't last long." There is sweat on his forehead and a few wild strands of hair fall atop his eyes. You gently brush them back with your fingers. "I tought you said you wanted to fill me with your litter? Is the fearsome Onychinus leader going back on his word?"

Big mistake.

The rhytm he sets after that is punishing, both to your pussy and your clit. You scream at the sudden pace. Sylus' face is scrunched as he mutters "fuck, fuck, fuck" under his breath. He won't last long indeed. There is one last thing you need to do, tough.

"Sy-Sylus?" You ask. He quirks his eyebrows as if they said "yes?" and you approach his human ear. "I love you."

The reaction is instantaneous. You feel his release fill up your insides, and the last movements Sylus did on your clit were enough to send you over the edge. There was so much of it... cum was starting to run down your tighs as he hugged you flush against his body.

"Are you okay?" Even after your breathing went back to normal, Sylus still looked somewhat feverish. He pushed you down on the now stained covers. "Stay with me."

"Of course. I won't leave until you get better." Sylus did not seem satisfied, based on the flicker of his tail. "I want you to stay forever, even after I go back to normal." It was not the first time he made that request, but it never had such raw vulnerability before.

You would never abandon your life in Linkon. Both you and Sylus knew that. Even so, at that moment, the rest of the world seemed so far away. It woudn't hurt to stay for a while, would it?

"I am never going to be able to look at boss again." Kieran had come back from his chores a few minutes ago, and the sounds coming from the master bedroom were unmistakeable. Luke, already knowing of the activities, was blasting loud music through his headphones.

"At least you won't have to run around doing things anymore." The twin responded. "Until he goes back to normal, anyway."

Looking through the multiple drawers, Kieran grabs another set of headphones. He finds a very long trash metal playlist. Good enough. "I won a break at work, but will surely need a terapy session after this."

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un-petit-sanctuaire · 2 months ago

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Recipe for a Birthday

Pairing: Sylus x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Rating: General

Word Count: ±900

Summary: You’re trying your best to bake Sylus’s birthday cake.

Author’s Note: The story is set right one day before his birthday. Happy birthday, Sylus! ♡

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It isn’t perfectly curated Protocores or brilliantly shiny gems that make a birthday truly special.

Not for Sylus, at least.

For him, it’s simpler, quieter—it’s you.

You may not realize it, but just having you here in his kitchen—dusted with flour and scented like vanilla—is all that matters. From where he stands, leaning on the doorway with arms crossed, his crimson eyes dart around following your every move: rolling dough, measuring ingredients. He’s studying everything, grinning absentmindedly at your every gesture. The way your brows furrow when you double-check the recipe, how your nose scrunches up when you nearly spill the milk, and the little bounce in your step when you finally get the measurements just right.

You may look messy, but to him, you’re radiant. You’re real.

And gods, how long has he yearned for this?

His mind drifts to fleeting memories: the lair, the organ in the middle of the cathedral, the datura field. With you now in an apron in front of him, those days feel so far away. You’re here now. In his kitchen. Celebrating his birthday. It feels like he’s been waiting a lifetime for this moment—for the chance to simply admire his beloved.

No chaos. No battle cries. Just you.

You’re finally his again.

“This is ridiculous,” your voice snaps him back to the kitchen. You huff looking at your half-done work, entirely oblivious to Sylus’s presence behind you in the doorway. “I’m sure I’m already following everything on the recipe.”

He doesn’t say anything, though—just lets out a chuckle, which gives himself away.

“Sylus!” You turn around and sigh. “What did I say about entering the kitchen?”

The corners of his lips tug further upwards, his tone feigning innocence. “Sweetie, I’m just standing here.”

“You’re leaning there and grinning like that, which is worse. Besides, you’re going to spoil the surprise. I’m not letting you see this birthday cake until it’s done.”

He honestly doesn’t care much about the cake. It could taste like cardboard with frosting, and he’d still appreciate it—and eat it wholeheartedly.

To you, however, making the cake feels like a matter of national defense. It needs to be perfect. The whole day tomorrow with Sylus needs to be. After all, from your recollection, this is your first time celebrating his birthday. And you already have everything planned—a trip to the wildlife park, a Lil S birthday badge, an invitation letter.

What could go wrong?

The cake. It looks off. It tastes off. Are you even doing this properly? You thought about adding fruit—pomegranates? Oranges? But how do you even make that work? You planned to draw a dragon with frosting as well—but are you even creative enough? Skilled enough?

Your dedication is endearing to him, nevertheless.

As if sensing your frown-fueled frustration, Sylus steps farther into the room, prompting you to hurriedly slam the recipe book shut. Ignoring your flustered action, he cups your face in his large hand.

“Kitten, I’m sure it will turn out great,” his thumb gently brushes a flour-dusted line on your cheek. “And if it doesn’t... I’ll still eat it. Even if it gives me a stomachache.”

“Sylus!”

His laughter rings as he gives your head a gentle pat. “But I doubt I’ll have to risk my life for it. You always pull it off in the end—not because it’s perfect, but because a certain hunter has worked so hard to make it for me.”

You feel a bit more at ease. He always has that quiet kind of reassurance—the kind that makes you feel safe and secure without needing many words. You know full well that to him, a flawed cake is still a perfect cake. And yet, you can’t help but want it to be just right. After everything he’s endured, he deserves nothing less.

You’re just about to tiptoe toward him when a loud bang and a flurry of eager footsteps make you both jump apart. Luke and Kieran present themselves, bursting into the doorway with shopping bags in hand.

“MISS HUNTER! WE ARE—whoops—”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt—”

“It’s alright, boys,” you quickly wave your frosting-smeared spatula. “Just put those on the counter, please. Oh, and please do kindly escort your boss-man out of the kitchen before I turn him into one of my cake decorations.”

With a synchronized “Yes, Miss Hunter,” they march in, ready to drag the Onychinus’s leader away. “Boss, time for a strategic extraction,” Kieran chirps. “Classified operations in the kitchen, Boss. You’re not cleared,” Luke adds.

“The twins are your henchmen now?” Sylus shakes his head. “Sweetie, I have to sa—”

He doesn’t get the chance to finish, however. Before the twins get to him, you tiptoe once again, cutting him off with a bold kiss and silencing the protest right off his lips.

“Shush. I have the potential to take over Onychinus, yes, yes,” you say casually as you pull away. “Well, happy advanced birthday, Sylus. Let me finish this cake in peace and I might just consider that job offer—if you’re lucky enough.”

The Big Boss himself hasn’t managed to produce any reaction as Luke and Kieran stop in their tracks, visibly trying to avert their eyes.

“Did you see anything?”

“What? Nope. No, yeah, nothing—oh, wow, would you look at that sky? It’s so bright today—”

“Out.” You point toward the hallway with mock sternness. “Stop distracting me, all of you.”

The twins scramble to obey, dragging Sylus out with them—though he keeps glancing over his shoulder, trying to register what just happened.

Seems like his birthday is already perfect—and it hasn’t even started yet.

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harmonyrae · 1 month ago

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Sylus Spoilers & Theories🐦‍⬛

So I have only gone through Sylus's chapters in the main story update, but I have a lot of thoughts and I need to get them out so I can process the rest of the story. So...

WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD (and heavy theorizing)🥀

First off, if the timeline of Love & Deepspace confuses you I want you to think of only one thing:

It's okay not to understand the timeline and be confused. The writing team have woven a delicate ball of lore and given us the chance to decipher it. Right or wrong, they're probably enjoying our attempts to figure it out. So, theorize we shall.

Anyways. My current thoughts on Sylus lore is this:

The FIRST time they were together is Dragon Sylus & Sorceress MC. Why? Because the concept of him being a fiend, an other-worldly being who EATS souls is far too big to ignore. And it explains how they are soul-bonded.

I think Sylus & MC were on a different planet entirely for the gladiator stuff. Philos and Earth have been the primary planets mentioned, but they don't originate there. There were "rooms" assigned to Lemuria & Backtrackers & Zayne's divinity stuff. Obviously, Caleb & MC grew up together there. Where was Sylus's "room"? There's no "Tartarus" or "Fiend" study rooms.

Another reason a different planet is likely - child MC literally jokes with child Sylus about "throwing him into Tartarus" (underworld/hell). Like it's a place or a fable for them.

Also, there's no shot all these hints at Hades are gonna be left alone. Pomegranates, the mythical name for hell's hell, devil association - like it's happening.

Sylus willingly gave himself to EVER and had the Aether Core put in his eye. That would connect his choices in his Catch 22 story. Maybe that is how he saved her from the chamber originally, he was already inside the facility - as a patient.

OR: The Aether Core isn't a thing, it's just a part of their genetic makeup. Like did MC really get a protocore lodged in her? That's a cover story, how did I not get that until now... So, because of Sylus having the same energy, he could get close to EVER.

MC would match Sylus's age if she hadn't been fucked with in those experiments... Sylus seems to age slowly (like Xavier) and MC is probably the same, but she kept getting "reset." When Sylus arrived and she was a child he was probably surprised.

Next Myth Theory: Gladiators & Space Pirates. Yes, I think we will see a combo. We see child Sylus & MC grow up together as gladiators, their escape & then their exploration of the galaxy as they search for their own little safe haven. You know, while being hunted by their handlers probably. I think this time around MC is gonna die, which is how she get separated from him and ends up reincarnating on earth. He searches for her (racks up an intergalactic bounty), finds her, waits for her.

HOW IT CONNECTS TO OTHER LIS: Walk with me. I think her soul can become fragmented. Versions of herself exist that are not soul-bound to Sylus. Therefore you can "choose" your Li without worrying another will swoop in. However, for main story purposes, the writers had to pick one of the Lis to facilitate the bombshell of her very existence. Picking Sylus explains 2 things: his lack of content & his seemingly unlimited power. And it allows Sylus to teach MC how to handle her extraordinary power since he also contains his own. Each Li has a purpose in the main story and this appears to be Sylus'.

So those are my current theories. I am SO curious to see how the main story will effect Sylus's cards. Will lore be dropped more casually? Will she be afraid of her power openly with him? Will we get a card where he is training her to control her power? Will she remember Dragon Sylus at some point? Since it's only clear she remembers the gladiator stuff for now.

Will MC slowly start remembering things for all the Lis and just "oh yeah btw I remember this"? All I know, the next time main story MC sees Caleb she better say "Do you remember Dimitri?" and he just loses his fuckin mind...

Share your theories with me. THIS IS ONLY FOR SYLUS THEORIES - I will probably make a separate one for Zayne.

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moraishi · 4 months ago

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Tables Turned

Roles: Hunter Sylus x Onychinus Leader Reader

Word count: 802 (Ik it’s short)

Notes: This is a study text. Nothing serious and it might have lore mistakes. I just wrote this to study my writing. But since this is a Au i can keep making parts for this

It ain't every day Sylus finds his butt planted on the throne of the Onychinus leader with chains around his body. Forced to face you duo to your long crimson nail dug into his chin and keep his head still, other hand holding the small machine that suppose to tell if his evol is a match.

How he get in here? Long story short; It started after he came to N109 Zone with taking all the risks for a protocore auction plus some intel. Easily can get himself killed in here but where's the fun in that if he don’t take risks? He's Sylus, ain't he? Always dancing on the razor's edge.

And you? You found him at the edge of getting lost in N109 Zone, dragged his wounded body to your lair and decided to strike a bargain.

“It is rude to greet your guest like this to make a deal, Miss Onychinus.” Sylus teased before flashing his signature smirk, unfazed and calm as ever, even with death breathing down his neck. The chains bit into his flesh, he just couldn’t bring himself to worry.

“Really? And what make you think i care about begin polite.” Your fingers released his chin, trailing down to his chest, Your crimson nails digging into the fabric over his heart. Your eyes were sharp as a knife with that dull face, your cherry red lipstick and a serious frown doing little to soften the intimidating aura you exuded. Your eyes locked on where your fingers are for a moment before focusing back to machine’s screen. The air crackled with tension as you waited for the device to render its verdict.

Sylus regarded your attempt at intimidation with a smirk that bordered on mocking. To him, you resembled nothing so much as a harmless kitten, all hisses and no claws, desperately trying to scare off bothersome pests. That scaring frown was more of a annoyed pout to him. And those cruel eyes were just shining under the dim light of your base.

His other hand came up to cover yours, guiding it, ensuring you could feel each firm, unyielding thump. letting you feel his heartbeats better.

“Then let’s hope you find what you are looking for, Miss.” He drawled, the title dripping with mocking undertones but you paid no attention to such tiny details. Pressing the cold small machine to his wrist for the last time, letting it scan Sylus’s Evol completely.

"You can smirk all you like, Sylus," You leaned closer with a smirk untill your cherry-red lips were a mere breath away from his ear. Lighting of the base was making a shadow on your face to create a bit more horrifying look.

"It would be just pity if all your 'intel gathering' proved to be a wasted effort, Hunter." Your smirk widened, sharp and predatory as you leaned away from him. “So let’s hope i find what i am looking for.”

As you finally finished checking his evol health and linkage, Sylus leaned back incrementally in his bonds. Minimal movement, just enough to rub the slight reddening on his wrist where the cold metal had rested.

“So, you done with me sweetie?” He asked with a wider smirk, unbothered by the situation as he attempted to rise from your seat- You weren't about to let him off that easily. Your hand shot out, pushing him firmly back down by the shoulder, the force of it knocking the wind from his lungs for a split second.

"We have a deal to discuss, don’t we, hunter?" Your voice was a low, impatient hiss. Knee pressed to his stomach to keep him down. Then backing down with a nod as you made sure he is listening. Your fingers slowly tracing the edge of your belt before taking your gun out.

“Your hunter equipments are not very usefull in N109 zone. This piece of black market junk is far superior to your pitiful hunter gears” you drew your weapon and tossed it into Sylus's lap like it’s a toy. The sleek black metal of a Harrier 700 glinted under the dim light, its upgrade chips glimmering like stolen secrets.

Before Sylus can even react and look up to you from the gun on his lap you made your next order.

“When we get in auction we will use special items to communicate. You can whisper. can you?” A small amusement was visible on Sylus’s face to your silent challenge as he nod. “I can surely whisper. Miss Onychinus.”

Seeing the satisfaction in your face his wrist was suddenly pulled by you again, had a little choice but to fall in step beside you. “I can surely walk as well too” he mutters before following you to into the dark halls of your base. Ready for whats next

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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 2 months ago

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DUST AND FEATHERS

[In fairytales, villains have a henchmen or animal companion. Comedic relief, or typical quiet background worker. But when the Prince of Philos meets a Onychinus Employee. Lives intertwine, can fairytales really happen this way?]

"Aughhghg-" You groan, bored out of your depth as Luke and Kieran grumble as well.

"I am... SO Done with this mission."

"Same."

"Agreed."

...

You all groan once more.

"Maybe Boss didn't need to worry, things are going pretty smoothly." Luke mumbles, you tilt your mask towards him. "Damn it Luke."

"Wha-?"

An explosion cuts him off as all three of you stand. Racing over to the scene. Mephisto caws to all three of you, urging to follow.

"On it Bird-Buddy!" Weapon in hand, you happily jump to the next roof as the Twins laid behind you. "I told you~!" You childishly yell back as Luke scoffed.

"CAW!"

"Okay okay! Jeez Mestphios, can't a girl just-"

You take note of the sound of a Wanderer, glancing down at the chaotic scene.

Who would of thought a Wanderer would appear at one the clubs Sylus frequented for meetings?

"Well I hope the deal was struck before that thing showed up."

You search for your Boss down below the scattering crowd leaving the outdoor area.

Weapon in hand, you let out a laugh as Mestphios worriedly squawks out to you as you jump down. Landing on a fire escape that one of the buildings had.

"Sorry Mestph! I've been bored all night and need to let off some steam!!"

You jump down and race to the creature, eagerness in your eyes as you squeal. Happily attacking it as it shrieks.

"What are you doing!?" Kieran yells through your com-link.

"Looking for Boss!"

"Boss is already safe! Fall back!"

You roll your eyes. "But if we get it's Protocore before the Hunters do-!"

"So what! Boss can just buy one! Fall back (Y/N), it's not-!"

A newcomer joins into the fight, their weapon peirce through the Wanderer. You move back, taking a good look at the fighter.

Your breath hitching as you gulp down the flock of birds in your tummy.

"Hey, Boss!" Being the eldest of the group you, Luke and Kieran, created between each other. You were often tasked with leading the three of you for whatever mission Sylus had assigned.

Infiltrate a house for a gang leader that took a powerful weapon from in Onychinus.

The weapon was located in a underground bunker of the assailant study. Hidden by a shelves of book, one of them being the key to the underground passage way.

The Twins throw a few books around, as you picked one up that caught your interest.

After finding the weapon and getting rid of few guards. You take your leave, pocketing it for later.

When arriving back to base, you let Luke give the report as you head back to your room. Opening the book, you read over the story. A quiet prince who's beauty was out of this world. His side-kicks and knight accompany him on his journey to find his one true love.

Who he assumed, was being kept in a dragons castle.

They defeat the dragon, then, finding out the princess he was searching for was his knight all along!

You swooned! Not realizing these girlish emotions swirling inside you, soon turning into anger and envy. So, with the healthy way to cope with this you... You took more mission.

Soon after, the Twins started gifting you more fairytales.

The Twins had fearfully recalled your last mission to Sylus, he could only sigh and tell the two boys that you would be fine.

The male Hunter, was dressed in pure white like a dove that princess would sing too. Hair a platinum blonde like straw that could shine into gold.

Eyes bright and blue as the stars, lips as pink ad a rose.-

A female voice calls out, catching your attention.

...Ah.

She was his partner.

Anger spilling out from you, a snarl-like smile at crosses your lips. You take note of the Hunter more focused on the Wanderer. He must really want that Protocore too..

You ignore the Hunters as you use your raise your weapon and charge up to the creature.

You strike down the Wanderer, grinning at is its pained cries as it seemed to struggle once you got it down. Shoving your hand towards its arm, ripping it from their body until it finally becomes a rather big Protocore.

Grinning like a crow finding a shiny trinket, you grab it-

Shing-!

A sword is placed at your neck. A clear warning as the male Hunter eyes you carefully.

You could taste his Evol leaking out from his stance.

"..." He doesn't say a word, eyes trained on any movement from you as a action of defiance.

His female companion watches the stand-off, hand placed on her sword, but not un-sheathing.

With a quiet laugh from you, he slightly lowers the blade in confusion.

Who knew seasoned Hunters make rookie mistakes?

Within a second, you move away and find your escape behind the Hunter.

Dashing forward, the sword slices through your mask as you bite down a yell. Tackling the male Hunter as his weapon escapes his grip at the sudden tackle.

He struggles to remove you, hands wrapped around his shoulders, not tightly... But as a warning.

He ceases his movements, he stops for one second to see your (e/c) eye poking out from the cracks of your mask. Your lips smiling brightly as if finding him amusing.

MC shouts behind you as she grabs her weapon and races over.

You get up with minimal effort, foot digging into his stomach as you stand.

Soon racing off once more as MC called out to Xaiver as he groaned. Pain blooming onto his skin as the female Hunter helps him up. Calling more Hunters for damage control.

He closes his eyes as he tries to breath through the pain. But every time he did, he saw your mask gazing back at him.

"Hmph!" You pout, slamming Sylus office door shut. You were on "break" after the stunt you pulled. Not allowed to be on missions for a ENTIRE MONTH!

"That's what you get for acting reckless." Kieran teases as Luke agreed.

"You didn't even bring back the Protocore."

You freeze, face becoming warm as the Twins get closer.

"Boss showed us the feed from Mestphios." "That's right, I bet you were just showing off to those lame Hunters."

"You hesitated-! Augh! Hey!" Snatching the mask from Luke. Kieran laughs before he too, had his taken.

"Try and catch me jerks! Blegh!" You stick your tounge at them as they holler after you. Running down the estate stairs as you flee to the kitchen. The two hot on your trail as the Twins yell.

"Boss! (Y/N) took our masks!"

Sylus, who fixing up Mestphios wing, sighs. A tired smile on his face as the mechanical crow shuffles his feathers.

Opening the door, Sylus gesture with a small flick of the wrist as Mestphios flies out of the room. Knowing that his Master had ordered him to watch over the trio as he finishes paperwork.

Finding the Protocore hidden in his jacket. He crushes it his palm. After receiving medical care, he walks back into work.

A simple question lingers in his mind as he goes through files. Finding the correct one, he pulls it out. Tracing over the written words.

Onychinus.

[Okay so, What if-Xaiver vs Sylus Guard Reader?? It's a idea I had and wanted to test it out, I can make a small two parter if anyone is really interested. But this was basically a romantic-comedy type story so- I dunno! Comments, reblogs, hearts, art, or qna are super appreciated! Thanks see yall later!]

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leighsartworks216 · 9 months ago

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The Raven

Sylus x gn!Reader (more fem coded)

Can be read as a prequel to Lap Dog or as a standalone. (There are inconsistencies when read as a prequel.)

I love them, your honor. I just love the idea of Sylus with a badass partner that he knows can take care of themself. I spent all morning doing nothing but writing this and now my head hurts ;-; worth it

Warnings: violence, injury, implied/reference torture, selectively mute reader, flirting, drinking, alcohol

Word Count: 3,569

Main Masterlist

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The Raven Masterlist

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First Meeting:

A name in whispers spreads around auctions and black market galas. The hush is a silent, fearful reverie for the one who owns it. A prayer to their godhood. It crops up more and more, stoking the flames of curiosity.

The Raven.

Sylus has spent hours trying to dig up scraps of information about this fascinating newcomer, a testament to their ability to stay secret. Usually, he can have everything there is to know about a person in a few minutes or less, down to the second they were born and their favorite places to frequent. It was easy, child’s play. So to come up with mere scraps of speculative guesses at best, it draws him in deeper. The only thing he can find for certain is the protocore purchased by them almost three months ago.

He has an invitation for the next auction before it even becomes announced to other interested parties.

The products on display are boring. He glances at each one, but there’s nothing interesting about them at all. Instead, his attention is focused on the potential buyers who browse each selection like they’re in search of a fine wine. Most of them linger for a second or two, then walk to the next. Others place starting bids. But one person does neither. They stand in front of a red protocore, staring it down like they’re dedicated to studying its every intricacy.

It’s the same kind of protocore the Raven purchased months ago.

He flags down a bid assistant. “Ten million on the red protocore,” he says.

The assistant looks down at her datapad. “I’m sorry, sir. The highest bid on it currently stands at 12 million.”

He smirks. “Double it.”

“Right away, sir.”

He watches the stranger from afar. The assistant nearby cautiously walks to their side. They don’t look up or react at all as he speaks to them. The assistant stops speaking. Sylus holds his breath.

Play the game, won’t you? he thinks.

The stranger’s hand gestures for the datapad. The assistant hands it over. They study the screen, before slowly turning, scanning the crowd. Their eyes land firmly on Sylus. He doesn’t budge or falter, doesn’t react to being “caught”.

They grin slightly as they tap at the screen, then look up. The assistant next to him clears her throat. “Excuse me, sir? The bid has gone up to 120 million.”

They raised the bid by 5 times. They are playing the game.

“Two hundred.”

They look back at the tablet. Press a couple keys and look up. The assistant by them is antsy, but politely stands to the side.

“It’s at 249 million, sir.”

He tilts his head. They smile. “Two-fifty.”

They glance at the screen and hand the tablet back to the assistant. They calmly turn around, looking at the 250 million red protocore. He passes the assistant his black card. She scans it quickly and hands it back with a bow.

He crosses the bidding floor to stand beside the stranger. “How would you like it wrapped?” he asks.

You look up at him, sly and mischievous in the red glow. You tap your earlobe.

He chuckles. “Earrings, then.” He looks at the protocore. Now that he’s up close, he can see for certain that there is nothing unique about it whatsoever. It hasn’t been altered and it’s not especially rare, not when compared to the rest. He wonders what you see in it. “And how should I have them delivered to you, Raven?”

You tilt your head, like you’re surprised to hear him know that name. But you just smile, shake your head, and walk away. He doesn’t follow. He wonders what game you’re stringing him into.

Second Meeting:

It’s not an auction he sees you in next, but a gala. You’re dressed in a rich red color, black feathers accentuating your shoulders and drawing in the eyes of other attendees. You pay none of them any mind. You stand on a mezzanine, idly sipping from a glass and watching all the little people below. You spot him first.

He grabs a glass of wine for himself as he joins you. It’s smooth and rich, if not overly floral.

You lean against the railing as he approaches, expectant. He smirks as he pulls a box from his inner coat pocket and passes it over. You set your glass on the railing to open it. Inside the black box is a pair of earrings. Golden wire cradles the protocore fragments delicately, like a hand around a throat threatening to squeeze. You smile.

“I trust they’re to your liking?”

You hold the open box out to him and he holds it in one hand. You pull out one earring and hold it up to the light of the elaborate chandelier above. It shimmers and shines. Red light glimmers on your face. You immediately slide it in place, adjusting by feel until it sits right. You take the other from the box and do the same. They make you look regal.

“Beautiful,” he compliments softly. You smile and take a sip of your drink. He closes the box and tucks it back into his pocket. “Are you here for business?”

You nod and look back down over the banister. He steps closer and joins you, looking over to try seeing what you’re searching for. It’s his fault for letting his guard down when he feels your hand pluck his phone from his pocket. You lean your back against the railing again, screen faced away from him as you type.

He chuckles at your misdirection, crossing his arms as he leans over to see what you’re doing. You’ve unlocked his phone with no issues and scroll calmly through his contacts, reading the numbers carefully as you search. “What are you looking for?” he wonders softly. You smile, but don’t look at him.

You glance over your shoulder to the ground floor, then back to the phone. You open a new message and type in a number he doesn’t recognize. He scans the words as you quickly type them out.

My partner for the evening is interested in the guns you claim to have hidden away here. Care to show them around?

“Is your trade in assassination, Raven?” he muses. You tilt your head. “Or, perhaps, information?”

You grin up at him at that. A response comes in.

Who is this?

You roll your eyes. From the way you searched his contacts earlier, you must have a multitude of numbers and names cataloged in your head; the thought of someone seemingly high profile not knowing whose phone this belongs to must bore you.

Sylus.

Oh, Mr. Sylus, of course! My sincere apologies!

Meet me in the garden. Statue of Venus. 10 minutes.

You pass the phone back over to him. “Already using my name to open doors.”

You smirk. You drain the rest of your glass and push yourself from the railing. He offers you his arm without needing to be asked. You pat his arm when you take it, as though praising him for it. You walk together to the garden, neither leading nor following. Silent equals.

Third Meeting:

He received a message a week later from an unknown number.

Deal proposal: you help me negotiate with a client and I’ll give you information on your competitors.

What information do you have that I couldn’t get anywhere else?

I have a crate of their supplies, blueprints detailing their alterations, and their sketches for their next model.

Sylus chuckles.

You must have stolen it straight from the horse’s mouth.

Deal?

He mulls it over for a minute.

Where are we meeting?

His motorcycle growls as he weaves it through the N109 Zone to the outskirts of Linkon City. His destination is an old shipyard. From a distance, he can see the worn, forgotten ships that line the docks, rusted and beyond repair. You stand at the land-end of one, staring out at the array of ships as you wait. It’s the first time he’s seen you dressed so casually.

A gun is obviously strapped to your thigh.

He pulls up and kills the engine. You don’t bother watching as he removes his helmet and leaves it on the leather seat. He steps up next to you. “Which one is she in?”

There’s no use pretending you’re still waiting for your prey to show up. You smirk. He follows you down the lineup to an abandoned ferry. Out of date cars line the hold, vintage, soon to be antiques.

You lead him up to one of the passenger floors, where plastic seats have been broken off metal bases or crumpled beyond use. There’s only one that’s occupied.

Your “client” is tied up solidly with a length of steel wire. Power tools nearby point to your methods of tightening the wire around her wrists and ankles. More wire dangles in loose curls around her body, her arms, legs, neck. A cluster of car batteries from several of the models below sits nearby with jumper cables and rubber gloves. Two rubber mats have been neatly laid out; one for him and one for you, just in case.

He chuckles darkly at the sight. The last time he witnessed your methods, they were improvised with the surrounding materials available to you - garden shears being your favored tool for the evening. While these materials have been primarily gathered from here, he can see the planning behind it, the precautions you’ve taken and measures you’ve met to ensure this transaction goes according to plan. “You’ve been busy, haven’t you?”

You don’t react to his words. Your face is neutral, unresponsive. It’s like witnessing a switch being flipped.

You step around the woman, flicking the loose wire around her neck as you do.

It’s going to be a long night.

Fourth Meeting:

Masquerade tonight. Join me.

Sylus takes apart and cleans his gun carefully, ritualistically.

His phone has been silent for hours since he sent the message. He has no reason to demand your time or attention, certainly not when you seem to be actively working to retrieve intel from all over the N109 Zone and Linkon City.

He wipes the old oil and gunpowder burns off with a rag, diligently getting in between the nooks and crannies. His brow is pinched, eyes sharp with focus. He turns the piece in the light, searching for any spots of improvement. Then he reapplies fresh gun oil, massaging it into place.

His phone buzzes. He glances at it.

Incentivize me.

He chuckles. He sets the piece down among the array of parts, a puzzle he’s quite familiar with by now. In less than 10 seconds, everything has been put back together. The gun sits weightily in his hand as he flips it around, admiring his work.

He sets it aside like a toy he’s grown tired of and picks up his phone.

I have a deal I want to propose. In person.

You’ve got my interest, but that’s not enough incentive for me to join you. What else will you offer, aside from the deal?

Dinner, and another item of jewelry to match the earrings.

A few minutes pass. He reaches for another gun to take apart and maintain.

I’ll see you there.

His mask is perfectly tailored to his face, formed and decorated to resemble a crow. The inky black feathers contrast with his white hair and suit. Wearing white is certainly a branch out from his usual tastes, but it prevents the ensemble from being drowned out.

He scans the crowd of people with a discerning eye. With no idea what outfit or mask you’ll choose to disguise yourself in tonight, he scans everyone with a similar build to you in search of that dangerous aura you exude. He doesn’t have to look hard, when someone enters and everyone gives them a wide berth.

You wear the protocore earrings he gifted you before to match the intricate white and red ensemble you wear. Your mask is also red and gold, white raven feathers fanning out like a crown upon your head. People awe at you as you seamlessly glide into the party proper. He watches as you look around, searching for him amongst the sea of paper faces.

Sylus crosses the marble floor to you. “I don’t think you needed the incentive,” he teases. You look up at him and a secret smile, tilting your head coyly to ask what he means. “It takes longer than a few hours to have an entire outfit tailored.”

Your grin widens. He hit the nail right on the head. You were planning to come all along, but you managed to squeeze a free dinner out of him. He looked forward to it. But for now, he offers his hand and leads you to a quieter area of the party. It’s you who pulls him onto a balcony, shutting the french doors behind you both. You lean against the railing once more, not letting go of his hand until he’s standing in front of you.

He gets a sense of deja vu as he pulls another jewelry box from his coat pocket. The box is thin and narrow. He holds it while you open the lid.

Inside, resting delicately on red velvet, is a black choker. The centerpiece is a red protocore, just as the one used for your earrings. Golden feathers circle the red jewel. You smile and pull out a box as well.

He searches your face for answers he won’t find as he opens the lid with one hand. Inside the small box is a set of studded earrings. Red protocore jewels gleam back at him, held in place with gold detailing. He smiles.

You turn around, glancing at him expectantly over your shoulder. He takes the choker from the box and nimbly lays it across your neck, clasping it in the back. When you turn back around, it rests beautifully against the hollow of your throat. His eyes linger for a moment longer as he takes in the sight.

You tap his chin and his eyes are drawn to yours once more, framed in your fierce raven mask. You grab the collar of his shirt and gently pull him down to your height. Your fingers on his chin turn his face to the side.

He listens to your soft breathing as you gently place one stud into the lobe of his ear. He wonders how long you’ve known that his ears were pierced. He doesn’t frequently wear earrings.

You turn his head again. Your fingers are precise, the sign of a professional. He shoots you a look when you playfully blow against his ear. You smile. Once you’ve finished, he stands back up to his full height.

“You look radiant,” he tells you, voice hushed, like this is a secret only you can know. You touch his chest, conveying the same message to him as you feel the silky fabric. “Would you care to dance with me?”

Your brow furrows slightly as you tilt your head, questioning him. He chuckles.

“Don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten about my proposal.” He takes the box from your hand, setting both on the railing. “You can dance and talk business, can’t you?”

You stare at his offered hand for a moment. Then, you take it. He leads you back inside and toward the ballroom, where dozens of guests have taken up partners and move as a unit through a waltz. He leads you toward the center, within a gap. Less prying ears on his business this way.

You rest your hand on his shoulder. His finds your waist easily. He leads you through the dance. You’re only a few steps in when he ducks his head to whisper in your ear.

“Now, for my offer…” He pulls you in closer, keeping you from accidentally bumping into someone as an intoxicated pair stumbles. “Work with me. The information you’ve been interested in revolves around protocores, correct?”

You glance at him.

He grins. “I have an advantage in position; I can help you find the information you seek, and the people that have it. You’ve used my name once already. Imagine how many more doors would open for you.”

You consider his offer as it stands. Your current sources can only get you so far, he’s right about that. And with Onychinus’s position as a dealer in all sorts of trades, you could find information across a wider network.

“Interested?” You tap on his shoulder twice. “Good. I ask for your skills and resources in return. You’ve been able to get past my competitors’ lines easier than I can. So I propose a quid pro quo: You get the information I want, and I get you the information you want. Sound fair?”

You tap him three times. You want more information.

“The deal ends whenever you want it to,” he says, as if he can read your mind. “I won’t throw you away, I promise you that. You’re more valuable to me than you realize.”

You run the offer through your head. Information for information, with an oath not to throw you under the bus. It really is an equal trade, a transaction of loyalty. You grab his collar again, leaning up to whisper into his own ear. “Deal.”

The sound sends electricity down his spine. He stands back up to his full height, both of you smiling at the agreement you’ve just made as you dance. Once the song ends, he takes your hand to lead you to dinner.

You’re almost free from the dance floor when a hand grabs you and tugs you away from Sylus.

A man dressed in a rather mundane tuxedo and mediocre animal mask holds your hips, lower than his hands should be. “Hey, darling. How about sparing a dance for me, huh?”

You pry yourself from his hands, glancing him up and down, studying him with a precision he should be terrified of. He just thinks you’re checking him out. You quickly turn to smile at Sylus. It’s sweet, reassuring, and doesn’t match the fire burning in your eyes. He lets your hand go.

You turn back to the man and hold out your hand to him, silently accepting his offer for a dance. He takes it, and your smile drops.

You grab his fingers in a death grip and push back, hard, forcing his fingers as far back as they’ll willingly go. His arm contorts oddly to compensate, straining his wrist. “Ah! What the fuck are you doing?!”

People back away from you, the man, and Sylus. The music dies on a discordant note.

He tries to grab your wrist and pull you off, but you grab his instead and pull him to the floor, never letting go of his fingers as you twist his arm behind his back. He lands on his hand and knees, gasping in pain as you push his fingers back further. The tendons begin to burn and creak, desperately trying to keep his fingers in place.

“Help! Get them off of me! They’re gonna break my fucking fingers! Do something!”

Sylus chuckles darkly at the display. Your face has remained impassive since your little trick, but your intentions are clear. “You’re making things worse for yourself,” he chides, amusement dripping from every word. He glances at the security that come rushing from the doors. In a second, all of them are wrapped up in black and red tendrils, mouths covered and arms pinned by their sides.

The man screams as a loud crack shocks through the room. The crowd murmurs. Some of them have to leave before they lose their lunch. One person faints.

“YOU CRAZY FUCKER- AHH!”

Another crack.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME, EH? MONEY, I GOT MONEY!”

A third. Few people look on with as much grim satisfaction as you and Sylus, even if you didn’t show just how much fun you were having teaching this man a lesson.

“You’ve only got two fingers left. I suggest you make them count,” Sylus chimes in.

The man’s tears stream down his face uncontrollably, saliva and snot dripping from his face onto the polished marble floor. His whole body shudders with agony. His free hand clutches at the ground helplessly, barely able to keep himself from falling face first into his own mess.

His next cry rips from his throat like a child, high pitched and desperate. You only press the next finger back threateningly. “PLEASE! I-I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY! PLEASE, STOP! PLE-EA-ASE!”

You hold the tension a second longer, before finally releasing him. He collapses, heaving as he finally bends his arm back to normal. Three of his fingers are red and swollen, hanging limply. One swells around a gold ring until it looks like it’ll pop.

You sigh as you fix your clothes, brushing invisible dust off and adjusting the fabric. You look at Sylus. He waves his hand and the security guards are released. They don’t move, too scared to get anywhere near you.

You step around the man and toward the exit. The crowd parts for you. An unconscious body is dragged by its feet out of your way for fear of upsetting you further. Sylus walks beside you and takes your hand once more in his.

“Where would you like to go for dinner?”

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