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dissociativewriter · 2 days ago

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OK SO YOU SAID YOU LIKE ASKING THOSE SO HEAR ME OUT-

Since its tagged as non-mc, how would reader react seeing the mc and Sylus together ? How would the twins react as well? Would they like mc more? Would Sylus forget about reader or just be amused with her jealousy (and very hopeful for the future)?

If its not mark as non mc and im insane, please just ignore this ask, I usually do go insane in the mornings 👌🏻

(warning i do cuss a little in this so sorry if yall dont like that lol)

YES I LOVE WHEN PEOPLE ASK QUESTIONS ABOUT CROW FAMILY I CAN YAP FOR SO LONG—

anyways, crow family IS tagged as non-mc. this is mostly because i use non mc to denote when the reader is not a hunter and the personality doesn’t quite match up (mc is more reckless and bold then i typically write my readers lol). i actually didn’t have plans to include mc at all in the story just because i didn’t see how she would be relevant (unless someone sent in a great plot line request lol) but it is still a non mc fic, you’re not insane!

in the event that mc does show up, she would not be presented as a romantic rival at all. at least, sylus and mc will not attempt to pursue each other. i would probably have mc dating another one of the LIs (probably zayne tbh). she will probably fill the role of aunt to the twins eventually.

but onto your question about reactions, i figure it would have sylus and mc having to work together for something in the n109 zone (because we see a few times that mc needs his help for some missions and sometimes sylus even needs her help, so i think they would still have that kind of relationship). so reader would be staying with the twins at the base, and sylus and mc walk in after their mission, bantering and laughing like they do (im not taking away that part of their relationship, its too good).

at the point we are now in crow family, reader has not even acknowledged feelings towards sylus (like sylus is more aware of his feelings than she is and thats saying something) and they’re not involved at all, so she likely wouldn’t do anything outright. she might feel kind of soured to see sylus being that sweet and funny and charming to another woman, but she’s not going to be mean to mc at all. (even if reader and sylus were together at this point in the story, i dont think reader would do anything. one of sylus’s biggest things is trust, and i think he would really want to instill that in the relationship he has with reader. this would make reader talk about it with him first before doing anything, because she seriously does trust him).

sylus would definitely be a little amused to see reader questioning the relationship between him and mc. it makes him feel wanted lol, like oh you’re really worried that i was giggling with another woman? does this mean you love me?? want me all to yourself??? i know he’s smirking through that entire conversation like a little shit. still, he’s so glad to see reader putting her trust in him first and foremost.

in short, reader may be a little jealous here and there, but she’s not going to be bitchy about it lol. (im not pitting women against each other over men, alright? it feels cheap) she’s (mostly) calm throughout the scenario, trying not to let her feelings get in the way of how she acts towards both sylus and mc. it would probably manifest in some self doubt here and there (and sylus is happy to comfort in that situation).

the twins on the other hand…

i’ve said before that the twins entire view of romance comes from disney movies. so when they see papa smiling at a lady that is not mama? outrage.

they’re screeching about betrayal and divorce (there was marriage??) and trying to get them back together (they were together??) before sylus can even figure out if their issue is that they’re out of chocolate milk or their bread had the crusts still on.

once he does figure out the problem, he’s sitting the twins down to explain that he can in fact have friends that are women, and there is no romantic aspect to his relationship with mc. they stare at him suspiciously for a moment before very quickly being swayed over by mc.

she becomes the fun aunt lol. and bf!zayne is now one of the only people sylus trusts to take care of the twins soooooo its really a win all around in my opinion.

this was a very unserious answer. if this doesn’t make sense, its because my brain is not fully there. anyways now i am considering writing in mc so if yall have any ideas, please send! or just send in more random questions, im good with either <3

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dissociativewriter · 2 days ago

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#SO PRETTY #love and deepspace #lads #xavier #rafayel #zayne #sylus #caleb #lads fanart

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dissociativewriter · 3 days ago

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So I made a silly, little thing. Remember 'Kidnapped Again'?

Well, not long after, @ackerbootytobbi tagged @humanitys-strongest-brat and I in this Reverse Trope Writing Prompts, and, when I saw the second one, I knew what had to be done.

Enjoy! (And tw: kidnapping...again.) ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

You had shut the door to your office purposefully so that no one would bother you as you painstakingly worked through the process of finding new health insurance benefits for those who worked at Onychinus.

This was always a pain in your ass, because the insurance companies were in constant change of who was and was not in network. And, unfortunately, it was fairly hard to find people who covered places in the N109 Zone.

The cost of it never mattered, Sylus made no one paid a dime toward it, but the who always seemed to. Especially if they had recently been in the news for helping someone on a 'Most Wanted' list.

You had just started reading through the fourth potential companies charts when a sound startled you from your work.

Two knocks. All of your troubles seemed to start with two knocks and a…

"Uh…Boss lady?"

"I told you to quit calling me that."

"Yeah, but Boss man said when he's out, you're the one in charge."

With a heavy sigh, and a hand already rubbing one of your temples, you turned toward the masked twins that had entered the room.

"What happened now?"

They looked at each other, heads tilted just so, and then back to you, passing you over a phone.

An encrypted email had been opened, a picture in the middle showed Sylus, head drooped, tied to a chair. Text was beneath it.

$5B or pretty boy doesn't come home

You blinked, looking up at the twins. "Tell me you're joking right now."

Both shook their heads rapidly.

"But…how would someone…it's Sylus?"

Kieran answered, "Yeah, well, probably with like…an elephant tranq dart."

With a slow blink you looked from the phone to the twin. "That was an oddly specific example."

"It was an oddly specific accident," Luke chimed in, but then pointed back to the phone. "This…this wasn't, though."

With a frown you studied the picture again, and then you saw the time stamp. "This was eight hours ago."

"He hasn't come back yet."

For a moment you allowed yourself to be angry, with a foot stop to boot. "I have deadlines to meet and you're telling me the leader of Onychinus got himself darted and kidnapped?"

"Pretty much," the twins said in unison.

"Did they respond with a place?"

Both shook their heads.

You dropped your head back and let out a dramatic groan. Do not tell me Sylus managed to get his ass kidnapped by amateurs. "Mephie!" you called, only to hear a caw followed by a familiar weight as the crow flew across the hall and landed on your arm holding the device.

"Do me a favor and find your creator, please?"

And with an eye coded in ways you knew you'd never understand, Mephisto studied the picture for a few moments, and then took off again. In that time, you responded.

«Proof of life, and then an address for the drop.

»Oh no we decide the drop point

You leaned against the front of your desk, the twins taking either side of you to watch the conversation unfolding.

«Proof of life, or no money.

There was a few minutes of silence, and your anxiety spiked a little more with each second that ticked by. It's fine, you told yourself. It's Sylus. He'll be fine.

But if it really was a tranquilizer dart meant for an elephant, there was no way he wasn't affected in some way. And gods forbid they did something stupid like injecting him twice…

You jumped at the notification chime, finding a video attached to the response. It was low quality, and whoever was filming did a poor job of holding it straight, but Sylus was at least in frame.

Someone grabbed his snowy hair, damp with sweat from what you can tell, and yanked it up, only illiciting a small groan from him. He looked drunk, you realized. And then a second thought, equally as sharp came to you.

You had never seen him drunk.

The man holding his hair, yanked upward, and you could see an agitated hiss of pain shoot across his face. He winced at the light from the camera.

"Say hello to your boss, pretty boy."

But Sylus, still groggy from being under, looked confused and mumbled out a, "Boss? I don't have a boss." Before the video abruptly cuts off.

There was still no address.

Whelp, here's to hoping Mephisto comes through quickly. Instead of waiting, however, you pocketed the device, heading toward the elevator at the end of the hall, twins on your tail.

"So, what's the plan, Boss lady?"

One of your eyes twitched. "Apparently a rescue, although once whatever they doused him with wears off, I very much doubt he'll need our help."

The first level basement was mainly recreational, but the second? An armory that those employed had access to. The third?A more specialized armory only the four of you even knew about.

You stepped out of the sliding doors, heading naturally to the wall that had weapons and harnesses specifically for you. As you pulled on the chest strap that would allow for two holsters waist high, you heard one of the twins remark, "Have you ever used one of these before?"

With a sigh, you took the matching pair of Harrier 700s off the wall and loaded them into the holsters. "I take the same annual training and testing that you do."

"Yeah, but this is…different."

Of course it was different, you wanted to snap, but held your tongue. It was true - you had dead aim when fighting a paper target, but that was more of a requirement to keep your job.

With an office on one of the highest floors in the building, it was rare you ever saw any type of danger, and if it did manager to barrel it's way through your door…well, your boss was across the hall, and the problem was solved fairly quickly.

Luke hadn't meant for the statement to come across as insulting, but from a place of care. You were probably the only one in the organization that still had a body count of zero.

"If all goes well, we won't have to use them, anyway," you said, as you attached the extra magazines to your thigh. Grabbing keys off the wall, you tilted your head back toward the elevators. "Let's go."

The twins, you felt, always had something to complain about. They were not thrilled that you were choosing one of the SUVs to drive instead of taking the set of bikes lined against the far wall of the garage.

The truth was you were terrified of them - especially driving one yourself. Sylus had coaxed you out for a joyride a handful of times (specifically when you looked particularly stressed over some HR policy with a deadline), and even then he had teased you about how tightly you had held onto him.

There was no way in hell you would be driving one on your own. But, to get them to agree, you told them that if Lady Luck were to frown in your direction today, Sylus would still be heavily influenced enough he wouldn't be able to even ride back with one of you, let alone drive.

By the time you had pulled out and onto the main stretch of road, Mephisto had send coordinates to your phone, and those had automatically loaded into the GPS on the dash.

It was a warehouse at least an hour away…if you were to drive like a normal civilian. You could easily cut that time in half. Damn, that crow flies fast, you thought as your foot pressed the gas petal to the floor and the engine roared under you.

And then a second though. Please, please, be alright.

Arriving to a completely silent location was infinitely worse than one crawling with goons. You couldn't fully explain why - how your ears seemed to buzz with sound that didn't exist, how your pulse raced at every shadow - but it reminded you too much of a graveyard.

One pistol in your hands, you and the twins split to cover more ground. Heel to toe, you crept silently through the the main open area to the back room. Carefully, the three of you slipped inside, remaining against walls as you walked down a short hallway before it opened up fully.

And there, picking his nails, one leg crossed at the knee like he was the one inconvenienced by this whole ordeal, was Sylus - Mephisto sitting proudly on his shoulder.

Immediately, you dropped your guard, doubling over as a full breath finally rushed out of you with a quiet, "Oh, thank fuck."

"Did you really have so little faith in me, kitten?"

Of course he would've heard you. "That was less for you and more for me," you replied, harnessing the gun once more.

Truthfully, it was for you both - anxiety slipping off of you like drops of water after a rainstorm. Walking further into the room, you did look around. No bodies, but there did seemed to be darker puddles of what you could only assume to be blood across the concrete floor.

It was then you turned to Sylus, taking in the absurdity of him still sitting in the chair they had him tied to. "Why haven't you gotten up?"

"I've been stranded, and needed a ride. I figured I would rest until you showed up to rescue me."

"Uh huh. You're still not standing."

The leg he had crossed shifted downward, stretching him out into a more laid back position, but you caught the awkward way it had fallen. Not as controlled as someone who wasn't, potentially, taken out with a tranquilizer hours before.

"What's wrong with your legs?"

A light chuckle escaped him. "I can't seem to get anything past you, can I?"

You walked carefully over to him, tilting your head to the side and crossing your arms in a mimicking pose as those carmine eyes drank you in. "Did you have to do this when the insurance finalization deadline is so close?"

"You say that like I had a choice in the matter."

You cocked an eyebrow at him, and he sighed, although the corner of his mouth turned upward. "Alright, I see your point." He lifted a hand out toward you, and you took it, helping pull him to his feet.

But when he leaned into you for support, you huffed. "This is much harder when you're over a foot taller than me." But his laugh at the matter flipped your stomach in the most pleasant of ways.

"I'd thought you would have enjoyed being the one doing the saving this time," he teased you, as you shambled back toward where you parked. The twins joined again near the door once they had cleared the rest of the building.

"Good to have you back, boss!" the said in unison, before heading to the trunk to reload everything they had brought themselves. You lead Sylus to the front passenger seat, popping the door open and moving so that he could grab the overhead handle to pull himself the rest of the way in.

Once all five of you were properly buckled in (your rule, and you did not drive until it happened), you were back on the road, headed home, a tad slower than the speed you took to get here in the first place.

For a while, there was only the low sound of music leaking from the radio, but you, with a question that had been bothering you since your arrival, broke the silence.

"Why were there no bodies?"

You could feel those crimson eyes narrow at you as he answered. "You know why."

His Evol.

"Yes, but…you were still fairly immobile."

"Not so much I couldn't remove the idiots from the equation."

The math compiled in your head. "You were out for eight hours - barely awake for -" you glanced at the dash clock, "forty five minutes, by my guess. And you had enough strength to do all that?"

"Well," he drawled, gaze going back to the windshield, "The screams of those in there pulled enough attention that others came to see what was happening. And the the attention from that pulled more, or instilled enough fear in others that they ran."

Your hand came up and rubbed a temple. Lack of bodies did mean lack of paperwork, you guessed. Especially with the monstrous task on your desk waiting for your return.

"What's bothering you?"

"Nothing. Just…thinking through the logistics."

"Logistics of what?"

"Documentation. Insurance companies. Health care facilities."

"All of that stemmed from what happened tonight?" Sylus asked, intrigued.

"All of that was happening before this mess," you clarified. But with how your brain was wired, it had already jumped to what to do if there were bodies upon your arrival. With a heavy sigh, you shot him a glace. "You owe me."

A chuckle escaped him, the light breathy kind that seemed to always smooth over a rough situation. "Oh? And how am I to repay you for your taxi service?"

"Taxi?!"

Sylus laughed fully at your reaction. "Well, I wouldn't exactly call it a rescue."

With a huff, you gripped the steering wheel just a little harder. "You can repay me by buying a damn insurance company and having its focus be only providers in the N109 Zone, so I don't have to keep doing this song and dance every year with these companies."

"What an expensive ride this is turning into," he hummed.

"Do not start with me right now."

He was smiling, and you didn't have to look to know it. There was something in the way the air around you felt that just let you know it.

"I will look more into it tomorrow. Tonight, though, I think I will be in more need of your…services for a bit longer."

Another laugh as you reached over to smack his arm, a little harder than one could deem to be playful. "You and your damn HR violations."

"Are they really violations if you keep agreeing to them?"

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head, and letting a small smile break through. "You're lucky you're cute."

"Now who's violating HR policies?"

That finally got you to laugh, releasing the last bit of negative energy from the night that was still weighing on your shoulders. Feeling just a bit lighter, you pushed the petal down a little more - reducing the minutes it would take you to return home.

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dissociativewriter · 4 days ago

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imagine sylus home schooling the twins ! Would he be like those strict fathers?

okay i debated on this for a while.

first off, sylus would definitely home school the kids. in any scenario. he doesn’t trust the n109 zone to keep them safe while he’s away from them for eight hours a day, and he doesn’t trust the twins to not burn down a building. so, he would take on the responsibility of teaching them.

the thing is, he’s not super sure how to go about it.

see, sylus is a very intelligent man, but he’s mostly self-taught. he didn’t have that authority or parental figure to show him the ropes, so he’s not sure how to be that person for the twins. he also encourages their own independence and finding their own solutions. i guess what im trying to say is that their lessons would be very… unconventional.

don’t get me wrong, sylus isn’t neglecting their education. in fact, its one of his biggest priorities (beaten only by keeping them protected and loved), he’s just not sure how to go about it.

so they’re learning addition and subtraction, but also how to tell if you can trust someone, how to tell if someone is lying. sylus wants to make sure they won’t be hurt anymore if he can help it, and he wants to give them the tools to take care of themselves.

when reader comes along, she helps with the homeschooling. a bit more traditional, so to speak, since she’s familiar with a solid education system. whenever the twins complain about a new subject that’s difficult or boring or something they’ll never use, where sylus would hear their points and adjust accordingly, reader stands her ground. she makes it clear that not everything they’ll learn will help them later in life, but that’s not the point. she’s teaching them how to learn so that they’re not floundering on in the rest of their life.

sylus learns the importance of it all then. he didn’t realize that was what he needed to do to prepare the twins. he gave them all the tools to protect themselves, but he was floored to find that he hadn’t necessarily given them the tools to let themselves grow and develop.

he realizes how much he and reader even out and compliment each other. he’s got the tools, the strategy, the ‘street smarts,’ so to say. she’s got the understanding, the reasoning behind it, the small details behind the scenes even the ever-attentive sylus is missing.

maybe he should keep her around.

for the twins’ sake, obviously.

requests and asks open for crow family!

(i love answering y’all’s asks, please send more) (its like storytelling in the moment because ill answer an ask in one sitting and then post it immediately) (its fun) (also i like yapping about the twins) (plus its easy content to put out when im lazy lol) (if i haven’t uploaded a fic and im like i should put something out im like time to talk about the twinnies)

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#✧˖° dissociative asks #love and deepspace #lads #lnds #l&ds #luke and kieran #luke & kieran #lads luke and kieran #lnds luke and kieran #crow family #sylus love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus #sylus lads #lnds sylus #sylus lnds #l&ds sylus #sylus l&ds #sylus x reader #sylus x you #i wasn’t super sure how i wanted to explain the aspects of reader as sylus sees them but for reference i was going off a conversation i had #with my friends in high school where we were reading a story and they were like it has no meaning and me being the nerd i am i explained it #and they were like disso if i asked you to give me the hidden meaning of this desk you could come up with some bullshit #i actually have a reputation among my friend group for bullshitting around half of what i say #but i word it in such a way that people just believe me because i ‘sound smart’ whatever that means #i’ve corrected someone that knew more than me on a topic and they were just like oh yeah i think you’re right nevermind #i was like why did you fold so easily i know i did not sway you that much #found out later they were actually right and i was wrong but i never told them #anyways yeah apparently im good at bullshitting??? not great at lying though #which doesn’t even make sense but whatever

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dissociativewriter · 4 days ago

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More Emotionally Reserved!Reader x Sylus <3

- The first time you actually approach him with a problem, ANY problem of yours, he’s already jittery and so adorably excited because YOUU CAME TO HIM WITH A PROBLEM!! that obviously implies that he’s gained at least a fragment of your trust that you rarely give people and he feels like a child eating candy for the first time.

- you could simply start complaining about your day, and he’d just sit there with his chin in his palms just staring at you, watching you go on this tangent and trying his best not to interrupt in case you ever stops. he hopes you never do.

- the second you even initiate physical contact of ANY kind, he’s a goner. he’ll absolutely hold onto for the next month or so and Luke and Kieran have to bear witness to the big bad boss of onychinus being all giggly and smitten about it. they will NEVER hear the end of it.

- he’s so hopelessly down bad for you, he’d do absolutely anything to touch you, to simply hold onto your hand, cup your face, run his fingers through your hair, but he wouldn’t dare try to push you. he’s waiting forever for this and if it means you’ll come to him yourself, he’d gladly wait another eternity to hold onto your hand forever.

- When you slide your hand into his while talking about your day, he just freezes and slowly melts into the touch. he’s not used to it. you always shy away from interaction unless it’s with people you hold near and dear to you and oh— it finally strikes him that he’s one of those people. that he’s dear enough for you to hold your heart out on your sleeve for him, that he’s cherished and adored by you after pining for so long.

- and gosh if you ever hug him or tell him you need a hug, he’s treating you like porcelain, pulling you into the most gentle embrace he possibly can, slowly wrapping his arms around you and just shielding you away.

- every time you talk to him it’s music to his ears. and when you curl up next to him when you’re asleep together, he’s tucking you in oh-so gently, draping a blanket over you and hugging from the bag slowly so he doesn’t scare you away.

i got,,,,lazy <3 this is super self indulgent again!!

#sy is so cute 😭😭#I need to wife him up #he just seems so happy to be with you like omg #he cherishes everything #my baby 😭😭😭😭😭#lads sylus #lads fluff

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dissociativewriter · 4 days ago

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i know i'm not the first to share this line of thought or even think of it but, i've been rotating in my mind, recently, over and over just how symbolically fitting the methods that the goddess hylia and the hero continue through the cycles.

on one hand, it makes sense to point out the potential flaws in the goddess hylia's plan, relying on the bloodline of the hyrulian royalty to remain unbroken enough to maintain her powers; especially versus the seemingly more sensible reincarnation cycle the hero's soul takes.

but on the other, it's so symbolic of their respective tri-force roles, isn't it?

wisdom is not just what you've learned over your own life experience it's all the knowledge thats been passed down to you. whether its your family, friends, mentors, loved ones, colleagues, or even strangers. wisdom cannot and does not exist in a vacuum. so, hylia's powers are passed down from one person to another.

i think zelda in botw really shows this well. she has the power within her but her mother – the only person alive when she was a child and is capable of truly teaching her – dies before she can. she cannot directly pass down her own wisdom, leaving her floundering. she knows the theory but not the practice. it's why it's not until they're in absolute crisis, that she's able to act instinctively and use those powers; but before even when praying at the springs, nothing happens.

meanwhile, courage is not something you can pass down. courage is something more... abstract, organic. it's something others can inspire in you, but you are still the one who must be willing to act on it. to be willing to face the adversity that courage requires. it's something, i personally believe, that anyone can achieve even if they've never had it modeled for them.

link in the wind waker to me is the ultimate example of this. there is no ancient hero soul cycling through for him. he does not have the soul of the ancient hero that stood by hylia's side or even from any other links that reincarnated into this latest version. he is just a boy, looking for his sister. one who, from the second she was grabbed, went running after without thought because he knew she needed protecting – nearly running off a tall cliff in his blind scramble to reach her. he is just a boy, willing to sail to the ends of the world and back, doing whatever is necessary to find her. he is just a boy, willing to suffer through trials to prove he's worthy. these trials, this cycle, may not have been made by the twists of fate and goddesses for him— but he's no less worthy. because anyone can be courageous, so long as they're willing.

it's just, so beautifully poetic. there is which wisdom must be passed down, must be shared from person to person; and in this case with an emphasis of the wisdom that a mother can pass to a daughter. then there is courage, which anyone can attain, should they be willing.

which i think, then, it is even more beautiful that zelda and link also share in each others best traits. zelda faces the adversity that this tormented cycle gives her time and time again. she might make mistakes, she may lose battles, but she never stops trying. meanwhile, especially as we play as link, he almost always comes from humble origins: he has the wisdom he's gained from his friends and family wherever he grew up. his wisdom informs his courage– link has such a strong moral compass because those around him do, and they share that with him.

"courage is not simply one of the virtues, but the form of every virtue at the testing point." – c. s. lewis

#this is a great analysis #legend of zelda #zelda #link

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dissociativewriter · 4 days ago

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Wedding Cake 💍

Shrek inspired me...🧍‍♀️

#I 😭 love 😭 them 😭#they’re so cute #ahfkshfksjd #too precious omg #zelink #legend of zelda

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dissociativewriter · 5 days ago

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Falling for you

A full 5 LIs on how they fell and how they asked you out, simple as that :) # No beta we die like men I might come back to see which atrocities against English language I committed. Maybe. 2am might not be the peak time to write right now lol

Falling in love can be smooth and easy, timid and slow, or as fast as lightning. The trickiest part comes after you realize that something comforting is filling the space between you and another, because how can you now make it clear that the dynamics will change? This step always comes with a question — will you go on a date with me?

Xavier fell in love slowly, steadily; it was not a sudden arrow to the heart, nor was it just one thing that sent him to his knees. He fell in love with the consistency of you. Just being, showing interest in the unexpected parts of him, ones he sometimes forgot about. One he would prefer no one saw, yet you dig them out, you spotted them easily like he finds weak points when sparring. You didn’t keep them to yourself; you called them out, letting him know you know. And then — nothing changed. Not in the way you behaved, not in the way you smiled — and that, that drew him in.

It started with closer observation, paying attention, and being in the same room more often. Talking with you between missions and after them came naturally to him. Then, standing closer — barely not touching — tagging along with you for coffee, or just to do a patrol. He never realized it fully until something happened, you got hurt, or maybe sent on a mission alone. The tightness spread in his chest, protectiveness kicking in — not controlling, but present. In the same way a bird would watch its chicklets' first flight, ready to catch it, but letting them feel the wind in their wings. We always seem to notice what is close when there is danger near.

“We can go after work,” you were talking with a coworker, a new hunter, near your desk. They seemed weird, like your inner radar was not content with their presence. You tried to find an excuse, it was what, the third time this month they asked you out.

“I am still a bit sore from the fall, maybe next time.” This was getting like a routine, and you were running out of excuses.

“Then maybe on the weekend?” they chimed in, very blatantly clueless or blind to your body language, crossed arms, leaning away from them.

“She said no.” Xavier appeared behind them like a silent storm, voice calm and steady as always, but he seemed… more awake.

There was nervous laughter, stepping to the side, but still no hint was taken, and you were slowly planning what was the best place in the office to stage an accident. ‘Just a dinner’ echoed once more between you, but this time it was met with Xavier’s gaze.

“If you want social dinners between the team, you need to speak to Jenna,” he said, moving just a step closer to you. “We have plans. Together.” There was pressure in his words, one that finally went through clearly to your colleague. Too clear, as he looked between the two of you and backed away. No, no wait! That was too clear of a not true message.

You blinked and looked at Xavier, almost as shocked as the newbie was moments ago, now scrambling away.

“Xavier… he will start gossiping,” you exhaled, but just shook your head when he shrugged, looking at you with those stupidly mesmerizing eyes. “Thank you for the help.”

He shifted his weight, hand on the back of his neck, ears dusted pink. It was half-heardable, just enough for you to catch the last sentence he murmured. “.... give him a reason to gossip,” he cleared his throat. “There is a new hot pot place,” he said, clearer and with a small smile “Do you want to try it out this weekend?”

“The new one we got fliers last time we went on patrol?” the excitement distracting you from the mumbles that took you aback. When he just nodded you mirrored the gesture. “Yes please!”

“It’s… a date then” he said, and walked to his desk leaving you there, blushing. What?

Zayne didn’t notice at first, for all the discipline he had to have — he needed, he wanted — he somehow missed one element sneaking into his life. It never seemed you had the intention of charming him or making him question his perfect status quo or wanting more. And he wasn’t sure if he should be impressed by it or alarmed. Maybe both, maybe neither. You didn’t use his routine; you were the unexpected rainbow in the sky — he could explain when it might happen, but the accuracy was never a hundred percent. What he was sure of was that you were never a quiet presence. Even if you weren't speaking, scrolling through your phone, or reading a book, he could sense you loud and clear. It was like his senses were tuning themselves in without his control, and that made him uneasy in the beginning.

You had someone close in the hospital, someone who had to go on visits now and then, but it wasn’t life-threatening. He was coincidentally helping out on a usual day when the staff was short, and from then on, it seemed it was a point of honor for you to at least say hi. He tried to pull away, just for you to make sure to knock on his door. Seeking him out at most random (in his mind) times. Offering him something sweet — pure bribery, not really, as you never wanted anything in return.

Then he noticed you were reading something familiar, and his pulling away became harder. The sweet bribes turned into book recommendations, then a sporadic lunch breaks in Akso’s garden. Against all odds (not really - thank you Yvonne), you got hold of his number, asking beforehand, as one always should, if it was alright to chat outside the hospital. The attempt to build distance all but evaporated after that.

“Doctor Zayne, the results you asked for are in.” Yvonne walked into his office late in the evening.

“Thank you, Yvonne,” he said, looking at her from his screen, waiting for the rest of the news she had, the results could have been simply send to his email; they weren’t THAT urgent, and she knew it. There was also a smell she brought with her.

“I also have a delivery. (y/n) stopped by with a fresh batch of muffins.” She handed him the pack, and he raised his eyebrow — it was a smaller pack than usual. Wait, when did they change to a first-name basis? “Those were specifically for you; we got ours,” she added, seeing him eyeing the box. He cleared his throat, trying to hide the fact that she read through him.

“It’s not the healthiest to eat sugar so late in the evening,” he said, putting the box to the side, ending the exchange, in his mind anyway. He looked at her again once there was no movement.

“Is there anything else?” he regretted his question once it was clear she had been smiling like she knew something he didn’t.

“She just went to visit her relative. You should be finishing for the day, doctor.”

“I will be after I finish those reports, Yvonne.” he didn’t understand why she said that; she was well aware of his working plan.

“I will hold her up for twenty more minutes,” was her answer to the question he never asked. He looked at the box. He could at least thank you in person; that was what the etiquette dictated.

He was done with the report in fifteen.

He just heard the hushed ‘there he is’ when Yvonne smiled at you and walked back to the reception desk.

He had the box in hand, stopping to thank you for the treat, he would have gotten away with the sweet crime of indulging himself with one muffin, if not for a bit of cream that was visible on the box.

The giggle you let out was sweeter than the treat offered. He forgot, just for a second, that you were still in the lobby.

“There was a place opening in town with the blend you mentioned. Would you like to visit it with me?” he said, not seeing when Yvonne stopped rustling around, now leaning on the desk not so subtly.

“Yes! I can recommend a few good mixes.” Your face lit up, like the sun after a rainy day.

“If you don’t mind, I would appreciate the company of someone with more expertise,” he agreed, slowly turning to the exit with you.

“Then, it’s a date,” you said, all too excited at the prospect of the upcoming visit to notice him stop. You were still going on about the different leaves that mix well, oblivious to his pause.

“Pay up,” a nurse’s voice sounded, and he turned his head when Yvonne scoffed.

“But he invited her. She was just too quick.”

“Doctor Zayne?” Your voice pulled him back from planning a lengthy talk he was going to give Yvonne on gambling with what appeared to be blatantly his dating life.

Caleb was curious. But, not at first. He ignored the signs in the beginning; he was good at that, rationalizing things the long way around, keeping himself on a tight leash. Stopping himself, thinking — no — he was sure, he could control the curiosity long enough for it to pass away like a dream in the morning light. Maybe he lied to himself, insisting that the world around him was too dangerous for anyone other than him. Yet there you were, orbiting near it, without even knowing he existed. How could he not be intrigued?

One peak here, another there, subtle at first. Observing from afar, from a safe space. All in the name of safety, of course — your safety. Because how someone like you ended up in the fleet was beyond him. Too tender, a fitting puzzle to its place, yet from a completely different set.

He swore he didn’t want anything other than to monitor the situation, so when your paths crossed, it was his downfall. He fell hard, trying to catch himself way too late, the feeling flying off like spatter in the air. By the time you began talking outside of the hangars, he knew your routine and much more. He understood his feelings too well.

He ‘bumped into you’, so he told you anyway. You couldn’t even imagine he knew where you would be on your day off. That was a plan that brewed in his little noggin. Cup of your favorite drink, he memorized and learned by heart, on a lazy errand run, like every other Saturday when you weren’t on duty.

Who would he be if he didn't offer to help when you mentioned you needed to grab some materials from the DIY store? He was heading that way anyway for some paints and glue for his plane models. The simple quest for the needed supplies turned into a long walk and a discussion on both your hobbies. With banter that came as easily as breathing, something you found surprising.

His plan didn’t end by just tagging along with you for some time.

“We could grab lunch. I know a place, “ he smiled, still holding onto the box you brought like it weighed nothing. And the time flew by with jokes and light teasing. Something he was looking for, a way to peek at the way your eyes brighten with mischief, timid yet, but something he planned on exploring. A side even he didn’t know. Making you laugh and seeing as your smile spread on your lips, it was so hard for his gaze to return to your eyes with effort that you thankfully didn’t notice. Or maybe you didn’t mind. He hoped you wouldn’t mind in the future.

The lunch passed with jokes and giggles. The weeks of talking opened a part of him that made you feel at ease — but not naively, you both worked for the fleet and you were aware of his reputation, even if he probably didn’t know much about you, so you thought — blessing of ignorance.

He walked you back to your car, helping you pack the shopping, but refused the lift you offered; he still had things to take care of. And you would think that it would be it, an ending to a good, friendly outing. “Soooooo,” he started when you were ready to get into the car, making you pause, head tilting in question. “So?” you smiled, wondering if he was up for another banter, or if he was going to ask something. He shifted his hand on his hip, the easy way he did when he was off duty; the boyishness of it was refreshing. “This was basically a date, right?” That made your mouth drop a bit, blinking not in confusion, but in realization that slowly washed over. He never waited for you to recover, not giving you a second to compose yourself, as a blush bloomed on your cheeks — damn, he was right. “Wanna try a real one?”

Rafayel always guarded himself. His thoughts, his emotions, his privacy, as much as he could with all the fame that followed him around. Maybe that was why he was stubbornly in denial once it hit him. And it hit him hard. It was like a truck just isekai’d him into this state of pure awe. His breath stolen, his eyes following you slowly. It was like the whole universe took a rain-check for existence in those few minutes, until you looked in his direction, and he turned away, almost walking into a wall, trying to get out of the room as soon as possible.

But once in sight, once in mind. There was no escape, no matter what pout he would put on. He tried waiting it out like a sailor would when encountering a storm at sea. But being a sailor is such a weak comparison to what he was. The Lemurian heart knows what the Lemurian heart wants.

He found you, over and over again. Just to see if he was imagining things, and every time he was proven wrong. Still, it was a choice to follow these feelings.

“We need to stop meeting like this, cutie. People will talk.” He smiled seeing you at one of his exhibitions, it was the only reason he was here. There was an amused smile already creeping on your face before you even turned to him. He saw it, basking in it for a moment.

“You can always pretend you don’t see me and walk away.”

“And leave you alone? Looking that stunning without at least complimenting you? That would be a crime.” He watched, catching every small gesture, your ears turning pink.

“Thank you for not being a criminal.”

How many times did he stop you like that already? When did the reaction turn from surprised eyes to this lovely cherry pink? The same hue he was able to create from shells found on the beach — the same that was the dominant color of the centerpiece in this exhibition.

“Shall we?” he offered his arm.

“People will talk,” you used his words against him with a mischief in your eyes, the same one that sent him into a painting frenzy weeks ago.

But you didn’t tease further and took his arm, letting him lead you further into the halls. Listening to you as you described the paintings to him, always in a way he wouldn’t expect possible for anyone but himself. You saw the paintstrokes and created a whole story, reading from his art like you had some secret decoder in your mind. It was not fair that his art spoke to you that much. He just had to shush any excuses you were still throwing around. ‘Not being an artist’, ‘but what do I know’, ‘I would be a terrible critic just bubbling on and on’. He enjoyed it too much.

He always held his breath when one of his pieces got a comment of being ‘lonely’, pulling you away from it before you start reading the truths he was not ready for you to know.

Because what if he is just too much and not enough at the same time?

When Thomas dragged him to the side, telling him about some boring art event that he wanted him to attend, or something like that, he was too focused on your hand on his arm. Thomas paused then, noticing the absentminded stare of his client —you were the only one listening — and the silence made Rafayel face him properly.

“Maybe you would like to tag along? I heard they have the moving exhibition you mentioned last time?” He offered, but before you could say anything, Rafayel piped in.

“I will pick you up,” he beamed. This opportunity made it so much easier for him to spend time with you. He will paint whatever Thomas wants after that.

“I… am not sure I don’t want to impose.” You were hesitant, but he just waved his hand, like swatting away any of those ridiculous thoughts you might have.

“It will be a fun date, don’t worry about anything,” he snapped his fingers, like the idea was brilliant in itself, trying hard not to lose himself in the way you shied away with this blush turning from cherry pink to Indian red, how many colors can you still show him? “You just need to be packed and pretty. Which shouldn’t be a problem, you always are.”

Sylus’ fall was swift but not instant. It started merely by watching from afar, a new face not quite fitting into the place. A feeling of familiarity that made his eyes wander to you lazily, not tracking you, focusing on you when you stepped into his line of sight. The feeling hit him when you did something unexpected that made him pause — frozen somewhere between confusion, amusement, and a hitched breath of excitement. He didn’t like the feeling; he preferred the harsh things that made him cold to the warmth of a weakness. So he kept it close, under his usual self.

It was an accidental meeting at first, outside whatever mess life was. A stop by the antique store, a meeting in a restaurant, or somewhere he needed to be for business — one of his coverups that needed monitoring. The pretense of not knowing each other, making it into a game. And he loved a good hunt.

“You are playing a dangerous game,” you heard behind you, the abrupt end of the conversation you had made sense. He had that effect, and he wasn’t one to pay attention to small games that couldn’t take the pressure. Your furrowed brows made him chuckle. Such a fussy kitten, angry that a mouse got away. He didn’t even have to try too hard to convince you to join him at the bar, the auction having a delay, which soured his mood until he spotted you in the crowd of nobodies. You always talked carefully, but the way the teasing could reveal a bit more of your nature made it worth the little innocent slip he did now and then. Fueling the fire was never so entertaining. The only thing more enjoyable was the way your eyes shone when you started talking about an item you were looking for. He never saw you bidding for an item on those auctions; it seemed a mere glimpse was enough to sate whatever desires you might have. He didn’t force that to reveal itself, not yet.

“Let’s say, kitten.” You rolled your eyes but didn’t fight something that was becoming a habit, this pet name that fitted you all too well. “I will get you your shiny toy.” He didn’t look at you, swirling his drink like he was deciding between taking a sip and setting it down. “If you are willing to do something for me” There was silence that stretched, and he saw you calculating. Excitement in the tapping of your heel on the back of the seat, the way your eyes focused on him, but not really looking, too busy imagining the possibilities, pros, and cons, was adorable. “What… What do you want me to do? Because I can tell you right now to shove it if—” “Calm down, sweetie. I merely want some of your time.” “Ok, but nothing weird, right?” You narrowed your eyes, and he almost choked. Where did that of yours go? His chuckle made some people around say their last prayers before moving discreetly away. He had to stop himself from imagining what you thought about. “I will buy you your toy for a simple dinner. Me, you, a restaurant above the city. If the night feels right, maybe we will even go for a joyride.” “You… Want a date as repayment? One date?” you stared at him like he grew horns and a tail. He saw the exact moment your brain short-circuited. “I need just one date. You will come for another” “You think you can woo me with one date?” “You think I can’t?” he smirked, voice laced with amusement. “Would love to see you try and fail” “You will love the way I don’t.”

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Submerged Devotion 🌊 - part two

cw: major spoilers for Submerged Eclipse myth, character death, fem!reader, reverse isekai situation, non-mc!reader, minors dni, self-harm, references to The Shape of Water.

Synopsis: Rafayel searches high and low in unknown waters, desperately searching for his bride.

author notes: hello~! I hope everyone is doing well and thank you for being patient with me and @dissociativewriter on the development of this chapter. I had intended on posting it before leaving town for a last-minute summer vacation with the family, but I decided to take a step from it and work another LADS project. Funny thing is, I actually spent more time on this while I was on the beach with my laptop than what I said I'd focus on writing. But worry not, the Zayne with Nurse! Reader scenario is still in progress, hopefully the initial draft will be finished in a week or two depending on my work schedule. Credit goes to the rightful owner of the artwork above that I found on Pinterest.

Special thanks to @jinwoosbabyboo for proofreading~!

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Rafayel glided through the current, his eyes darting from left to right as he observed his surroundings. As much as he wished to transform into a human and search his bride on the surface, he couldn’t afford to waste all of his magic all at once. This world, this wildlife here, differed completely from the ocean of Lemuria, of Linkon, or anywhere he had ever seen in his 800 years of existence. In order to best understand this place, he thought, it would be better to talk to the locals.

Of course, by the locals he meant the animals because no one is more honest to a Lemurian than a creature who knows these tides well. They hear everything that occurs on the land, and relay to the others. Perhaps if he described the appearance of his bride, they might know where she is.

The dolphins had just arrived from the other side of the world, traveling to warmer waters until it was time to return home. The coral reef sees humans, but in groups of three and under close supervision of a tour guide. They hadn’t seen someone like him in centuries, nor did they know much about a bride of the sea, as such a tradition died out eons ago, yet they could not recall who was the god that began it all. If he wants to learn more about the other humans—the ones who care for injured sea creatures and return them to the ocean—he should look for sharks or turtles with orange tags in the southeast.

Rafayel thanked the coral reef and resumed his search. Following their instructions, he swam and swam until he crossed paths with a hammerhead shark, its dorsal fin pinned with an orange tag: A36RH.

“Not my name, of course.” The shark chortled as she blinked at him, her gravely voice carrying on the waves. “But how can I help you, a visitor from unknown waters? I hear you wish to know about the Kind Ones.”

“You know why I’m here?”

“The seaweed loves to gossip, and gossip travels fast when there is news of a stranger asking about humans.” The shark said. “There are two kinds of them here: the ones who hunt us for sport, and the Kind Ones. In their kingdom, the Research Facility, the Kind Ones protect us and heal our injuries. The Vet is the one who looks after us the most in the Research Facility, a skilled healer. The Caretaker is her second-in-command, her advisor. A good one, the Caretaker. The Caretaker cleans our temporary homes, feeds us, speaks to us daily, and wishes us goodnight when they leave. The Caretaker does not see us off when we return to the ocean, but no one can ever forget such hospitality.”

“Yet if that is true, why do the Kind Ones make those they have saved wear these tags on your fin?” Rafayel asked, gesturing to her fin with a frown. “It is not a fitting accessory for a shark as grand and elegant as yourself.”

The shark guffawed. “You might see it as an undesirable jewelry piece, stranger, but this mark is a sign of protection from the Kind Ones.” She flicked her scarred tail. “The hunters flee when they see this mark, fearing the Kind One’s hostility if they dare to hurt us for their own personal gain.”

“So, if I am to find my bride, then she is most likely at this place? The Research Facility?”

“She could be there, or in its sister kingdom, the Aquarium. It is home to others like ourselves, but only for those who cannot return to the ocean. The Vet hails from there and travels far to use her sorcery in the Research Facility.”

Rafayel nodded slowly. “I see. Then, how do I find these kingdoms?”

The shark blinked. “The Kind Ones travel through these waters on a boat to collect water inside glass vials or to find one of us and see if we are healthy. How they know where we are is a mystery, but perhaps if they see you injured, they will take you back to the Research Facility. Perhaps there, you may ask your questions about your bride.” She inclined her head towards him. “After all, that mark on your chest should act as your guide, should it not?”

Rafayel frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion before he followed the shark’s line of sight; the Lemurian bond mark that symbolizes his promise to obey his bride’s every command, which had vanished after her death, had returned. It was pulsing, and glowing a brilliant shade of vermilion. His breath caught in his throat. “Impossible.” He whispered. “I thought - when she -”

“Perhaps the tides wish to help you.” The shark said with another twitch of her tail. “There is a cove that the Kind Ones visit on their voyage, and a favorite haven for those who wish to rest after a long journey. The water is shallow, and the Sisters protect the cove from those who wish to hurt us.”

“Sisters?”

“The sea witches once protected these waters long ago, and the cove immortalized them for their duty and sacrifice. You know them when you see them, though the humans call them mimetoliths. A strange name to give them, but humans are strange creatures.”

Rafayel nodded in agreement, thanking the shark for her help before he set off into the changing tides. These waters differed from Romirro; there were no pirates, no humans screaming for salvation, and the creatures who dwelled here were very hospitable, directing him toward the cove with wide, curious eyes.

The Lemurian continued on his journey, never stopping to rest until he saw shiny smooth rocks glowing on the ocean floor. He resurfaced, poking his head out just enough for him to see where he was. At the mouth of the cove were two sandstone rocks, jutting out from the ocean and twisted to resemble human faces stacked on top of each other. These were probably the Sea Witches, the ones who guarded the ocean long before the Kind Ones appeared.

Rafayel inclined his head towards them, muttering under his breath. “May you continue to watch over the children of these waters and grant permission for this humble visitor to rest here until I find my bride.”

It was beneath a Lemurian, especially one that had ascended to a sea god of ancient legends, to prostrate himself before a lesser deity. But if he is truly a stranger in this world as the shark and the other inhabitants keep referring to him as, then swallowing his pride might be the sacrifice he might have to pay in order to be reunited with his beloved bride.

A moment of silence passed before he waded past the Sea Witches and settled onto the smooth rocks, closing his eyes as a weary sigh left him. He hadn’t expected the search for his dearest one to be easy, but it shouldn’t have been too difficult either. He could sing a Lemurian melody and hope that she would follow the music and find him waiting for her, but the chances of accidentally bewitching a human were just as high. He still wasn’t at full strength yet after crossing through the portal, and he would rather not gamble the rest of his magical reservoirs on a hunch; so he did what was best at the moment, which was to recuperate. Allow his body to adjust to these waters, sleep, maybe even nibble on some krill if he became hungry.

The Kind Ones would not prowl the waters when the skies darkened; it was too dangerous with the octopuses and eels roaming around the coral reefs, nor did they possess the ability to see well at night or even under the light of the full moon. But if they rescued injured creatures, and nobody or anything injured the Sea God himself, then the sun-loving humans wouldn’t take him to the Research Facility or the Aquarium.

He glanced back at the mouth of the cove, grimacing slightly as a plan formed in his mind. It was…unpleasant, but it might be the only chance he would have to encounter the Kind Ones. Rafayel groaned, dipping back down into the water to retrieve a rotting piece of wood covered in barnacles that was the size of a dagger. There were other pieces, no doubt from a shipwreck that happened in the cove centuries ago, though the smaller ones would barely scratch his scales.

Once he had gained the tool needed to carry out his plan, he returned to his resting spot and waited for the sun to rise. That night he dreamt of reuniting with his bride, feeling her warm body pressed against his own as he peppered affectionate kisses against her neck and promising to never allow fate to separate them again.

A humming sound brought the Sea God out of his slumber, alerting the bleary-eyed Lemurian. He rose from his makeshift bed of seaweed and rocks, catching a glimpse of a sleek vessel bobbing up and down on the waves before diving back down into the shallows. The Kind Ones. They had come, and they would in the cove soon.

Rafayel stared at the splintered wood resting in the palm of his palm for a moment before his webbed fingers curled around. Then, with only the determination - and desperation - to be reunited with his beloved, he raised it over his head and pierced his tail, pushing it through the iridescent scales until blood bloomed and bubbled towards the surface, yet granted him enough strength to wade towards the sand, and pretend to be stranded and in desperate need of help.

He just hoped they would notice him, or he really might die.

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dissociativewriter · 5 days ago

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The Crow's family fic is really cute. Out of curiosity, how aware of Sylus' job and Onychinus is the reader? Does she suspect that Sylus has a pretty shady job or that the twins come from an Underworld background? Or is she completely unaware. Would she get more involved in that aspect gradually?

hi love! im glad you like crow family <3 this is a very good question!!

at the point in the story we are now, reader knows next to nothing. she’s aware of onychinus and all that (you don’t frequently visit the N109 Zone without hearing a thing or two, after all) but at this point she’s not aware of sylus’s involvement.

she’s asked sylus about his job before, mindless small talk while they waited for the twins. he told her he was a fruit vendor, and she’d laughed. he didn’t.

she hasn’t asked since.

(it’s embarrassing guys! she thinks she made fun of him for his career. poor thing doesn’t know he’s just a liar)

reader has gotten a bit confused with the twins. sure, they can be pretty happy-go-lucky a lot of the time, but they have certain reactions and habits that aren’t expected for your average six year old. reader does know that sylus adopted them, though, and that he hates whoever they lived with before, so she assumes its an abusive parent situation or something similar. its a delicate subject, one she’s not exactly eager to approach. she much prefers showing the twins all the love they deserve.

as time goes on and she spends more time at the base and with the qin family, she’ll definitely pick up on some things. reader is pretty attentive and very smart (sylus likes that about her) and sylus will start to slack as he trusts her more and more.

eventually, once sylus and reader are officially in a relationship and sylus knows she won’t snitch or be scared away or anything, he’ll tell her (he’s still scared she’ll leave, but he doesn’t want to keep lying to her).

possibly surprisingly, sylus is initially opposed to readers involvement in onychinus. he doesn’t want her on the front lines at all (family life has changed the man, alright?) he’d love to hold power with her, an emphasis on their equality, but he is so so opposed to her being in danger.

(whether or not reader officially gets involved in onychinus is up to yall tbh)

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dissociativewriter · 5 days ago

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in a crowd of thousands from anastasia but with sylus and mc send post

#I love this song so much omg it’s so good #and dmitri is so hot ahfkshfjsd #love and deepspace #lads #lnds #l&ds #lads sylus #sylus love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #lnds sylus #sylus lnds #sylus x mc #sylus x you #sylus x reader #sylus #l&ds sylus

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dissociativewriter · 6 days ago

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Im so glad to hear 💕 And I promise I don’t mind waiting at all. We all have our lives to care for first. I’ll be patiently waiting for you. You’re so sweet.

Thank you for such a sweet response.

🌸 Anon/ Mel💗 whichever you prefer

thanks for being such a sweetie mel <33333 feel free to drop in my inbox whenever you want lol im always happy to chat!

#✧˖° dissociative asks

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dissociativewriter · 6 days ago

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My love for their friendship will never stop growing. Link the forgiving boy, with his little loser pal

Hes not letting that guy rest, Link has to know he found a golden scarab two hours ago and ate it.

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Crow Family- Hide and Seek

Young Luke and Kieran AU, Sylus x nonMC!Reader | fem reader, not proofread | 893 words | Crow Family masterlist

author’s note: i wanted to get a bit more papa Sylus time lol and needed some crow family in my life >_< also if yall have sent in a request (for crow family or otherwise!) i do see them!! I haven’t deleted any requests (yet) it’s just taking me a while to get to them. So thank yall for your patience <3

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Trying to avoid the twins was like trying to avoid your shadow. They clung to their victim like the plague, barely letting you go to the bathroom.

For Sylus, this was an issue.

He had business to take care of, work to do, and he'd be damned if he involved his boys in any of it. And, with his amazing luck, you were gone for the day, off taking care of your own responsibilities, unable to take their attention elsewhere.

So, Sylus was stuck. Sitting at his desk with one twin balanced on his shoulders and another dead-set on exploring his desk drawers.

"Papa," Luke began, peering down from his perch. "Why are you so tall?"

"Because I ate my vegetables," Sylus grumbled.

Luke made a face. "But they're gross," he gagged.

"They're good for you."

"They're not good for my soul."

Sylus sighed, sorting through his many files, trying to figure out what the best thing to work on was with a six year old watching over him like a hawk.

Why was he in such a violent line of business anyway?

"Papa, what's this?" Kieran held up the most recent scan of the factions in the N109 Zone, littered with Sylus's handwriting all over, including notes such as: recent betrayal, plotting uprising, new attacks, and much more Sylus was suddenly aware wasn't appropriate.

He snatched up the file before Kieran could decipher the words, murmuring a quick "it's nothing," before setting it out of reach.

"Papa." Luke again, though Sylus was quickly losing track. "When are you going to marry mama?"

Sylus stilled, shoulders tensing beneath Luke. "Whenever she wants to," Sylus replied.

Luke grinned. "So, you are going to marry her!"

"No, I—" Before Sylus could even backtrack, both twins were sharing that same mischievous grin.

"Papa and Mama sittin' in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g!" they sang.

"Where did you even learn that?" Sylus muttered. "Luke, Kieran, why don't we play hide and seek?"

The boys perked up immediately. "Hide and seek?" they exclaimed. Luke slid down from his perch, moving closer to Kieran. "Papa never wants to play hide and seek with us," he whispered.

Sylus nodded. "I know. I'm being generous, so you better be good, alright?" The twins nodded eagerly. "I'll seek, so why don't you two go and hide?"

He barely even heard their yes's before they bolted out the door.

Relief flooded Sylus's body. This would at least buy him a few minutes of work time, he thought. He took out the recent terrain scan of a rival faction, pen in hand to mark out weak spots and entry points. Striking tonight would be ideal, but that all depended on how insistent the twins were for his attention.

Not even a few minutes later, impatient giggles made their way through the hallway, putting a grin on Sylus's face. Sneaky as they were, his boys could never be quiet. Making the final notes in a plan that was more threadbare than even he would like, Sylus rose from his seat.

After all, it was better to find the twins sooner rather than later. The longer they were left alone, the longer the list of necessary repairs grew.

If Sylus was a different man, he may have wondered where it all went wrong. They were so calm, so sweet when they first came home with him. Now, they were chaos incarnate. When had that shift happened?

But Sylus was not a different man, and all he felt was pride.

His boys reminded him of himself, especially now as he searched for them in the base. They were small, and Sylus knew they knew it. They knew they could fit in places he couldn't, and they'd use it to their advantage.

What they didn't account for, Sylus thought, smirking as peeked down a crevice to find two wide eyed boys, was how long Sylus's arms were. His hand closed around Kieran's shirt before he could get away, though that didn't stop Luke from making a run for it.

"Kier, distract him!" he cried.

Kieran sheepishly looked at his father, held up by the scruff of his neck like a stray kitten. "How'd you find us so fast?" he whined.

Sylus smirked. "I see everything."

Like he expected, Kieran ran as soon as Sylus set him down, giggles left in his wake. Sylus let him go.

It was more fun to get both of them, anyways.

The chase didn't last long, though. It would have, if Luke and Kieran knew where they were going. But they were forgetful, and the base was big, and they got lost as soon as they found each other. Turning a nearby corner, they nearly ran into their father's legs, screams escaping them as they attempted to make another escape.

Sylus was quicker though, stooping down and scooping them into his arms. "I've got you!" he chuckled triumphantly, littering kisses over their faces.

"No—!" Luke yelled, pushing at Sylus's face. "I can't lose like this!"

Sylus chuckled again, unimpressed. "Yes, how the mighty have fallen," he drawled. "How about some hot chocolate as a reward for your valiant efforts?"

"Okay!" Kieran chirped.

"Papa, do you think we can get cookies, too?"

"I'll think about it," Sylus hummed.

The twins hooray'd in victory.

Still cradling them in his arms, Sylus figured work could wait another day.

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