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weird question has anyone written a zombie apocalypse au for love and deepspace yet cause im ACHING to read something like that

yes im searching for fics instead of writing my own dont even worry about it <3

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So sylus is the type of boyfriend who encourages this kind of selfie? Gotcha 🫠🫠🫠

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this is so cute im skjfkdksndks

Sylus has always been honest and expressive when it comes to you. Even now, when you inform him about your upcoming travels over the weekend for an important assignment dispatched by the Hunters Association. His encircled arm around your waist tightens and he moves his body on top of yours to burrow his face into the curve of your neck and grunts to show his dismay. Of course, you anticipated this reaction when his most cherished part of the day is being together and spending time with you.

Your attempt to bite back a smile fails when he clings to you and breathes in your scent. Dread looms over him as he considers how much he’ll miss you and crave your presence for those two days—he’s already aching at the thought. It’s endearing to know that your preconceived absence is getting to him and he’s making quite the fuss about it while he still can. But you know you’ll miss him just as dearly when you’re miles apart from him, counting down the hours until you’re leaping back into his arms again.

���It’s just two days—you’re acting like I’ll be gone for two weeks or two months. You’ll be completely fine without me.” Your fingers smooth through his silver locks expecting to appease him, but he gently nips at your sensitive skin when you mention an even more undesirable window of time. “Hey, that tickles!”

“Two days is too long being away from my wife.” His warm breath spreads across your collarbone as he pulls back slowly to meet your gaze, and there’s a hint of petulance in his voice. Your hands reach up to hold his face for a moment before bringing him down for a sweet and lingering kiss to dispel the faint pout on his lips. He hums and welcomes the tenderness, melting into the fleeting yet blissful exchange.

“I promise I’ll call you and text you often. I’m certain being Onychinus boss will keep you busy in the meantime, and you won’t even notice I’m gone before the two days are up.” Just when you think you’re making light of the situation, the furrow in Sylus' brow deepens a mere fraction when you paint him out to have so little regard for you.

“Now, that’s not true, kitten.” He shakes his head with a soft sigh and his reluctance to let you go increases tenfold. “I will notice every second that you’re not with me. How can I not when I think the world of you.”

You can feel the weight of his words behind his pensive stare that holds timeless affection and boundless devotion than he knows how to convey. He’s well aware that traveling comes with being a Hunter and the dangers of dealing with and eliminating wanderers. Even though you’re more than capable and can hold your own ground, he still can’t stomach the unsettling feeling that anything could happen to you and you’d be so far away that he couldn’t protect you. “Just promise me you’ll be careful out there. Reach out to me if you ever find yourself in trouble.”

You gleam with a smile and pepper quick kisses on the corners of his mouth followed by a loving and sincere one full and center on his lips as though you’re sealing the promise with your sweet little ritual. “I do have a husband I love coming home to. I wouldn’t do anything that involves risk, and I’ll update you regularly so you’ll know I’m being perfectly safe.”

Sylus finally relents and a glimmer of mirth appears in his deep red hues. He turns over onto his back, pulling you along with him so you’re half-splayed across his broad chest. You feel a chaste kiss brush against your forehead as he holds you close, wanting to savor every moment he can before he’s deprived of your comforting warmth and the privileges of skinship. “If you go quiet for too long, I’ll drop everything and come to you myself.”

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soft sylus <333

i can’t stop thinking about the new card 🥹🥹 grassland romance is my absolute favourite

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haha ur so funny u wont actually do that right

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period cramps

warning: fluff — soft!sylus taking care of you during your 1st day of period cramps 💕 [ x fem!reader ]

- second acc: @sushibelle

you groaned as you curled up in bed, clutching your stomach. the cramps had hit hard this morning, and no matter how much you shifted around, you couldn’t get comfortable. your entire body felt heavy and achy, and the dull pain in your lower abdomen refused to let up. it was your first day of your period, and of course, it had to be one of those brutal ones.

just as you buried your face into the pillow, trying to find some relief, you heard a soft knock on the bedroom door. “sweetie, you okay in there?” sylus’s voice came through, full of concern.

“not really…” you mumbled, not even trying to sound like you were fine. the cramps were too much today.

the door creaked open, and sylus stepped in, his silver hair slightly tousled from sleep. his crimson eyes scanned your curled-up form on the bed, and in an instant, he seemed to understand. “period cramps?”

you nodded, wincing as another wave of pain hit. “yeah… they’re really bad today.”

sylus walked over to the bed and knelt down beside you, his hand gently brushing your hair back from your face. “i’ve got this,” he said softly, his tone comforting. “just stay here and try to relax.”

before you could protest, sylus was already heading out of the room. you weren’t sure what he meant by ‘i’ve got this’, but you were too exhausted to argue. you buried your face back into the pillow, trying to focus on anything but the pain.

a few minutes later, you heard sylus moving around the apartment. you could hear the sound of cabinets opening and closing, water running, and then the unmistakable hum of the kettle boiling. curious, but still in too much pain to get up, you stayed put.

after a while, the door opened again, and sylus walked in, balancing a tray in one hand and a heating pad in the other. he set the tray down on the bedside table and plugged in the heating pad, gently lifting the blanket and placing it over your lower stomach.

the warmth from the heating pad was immediate, and you let out a small sigh of relief as it started to ease the tension in your muscles.

“this should help,” sylus said softly, sitting on the edge of the bed. “and i made you some tea. it’s herbal—good for cramps.”

you blinked, surprised by how prepared he was. “how do you know all this?”

he gave you a small smile, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. “i pay attention.”

you couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a little better already. “thank you. you didn’t have to go through all this trouble.”

“it’s no trouble,” sylus replied, his tone gentle as he reached for the tea. “i don’t like seeing you in pain.”

he handed you the cup, and you took it gratefully, sipping the warm liquid slowly. it tasted soothing, the herbs calming your stomach a little more with each sip.

sylus stayed by your side, watching you carefully, as if making sure you were as comfortable as possible. “do you need anything else? painkillers? snacks?”

you shook your head, feeling touched by how attentive he was being. “no, i think i’m good. you’ve done more than enough.”

he smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “i’ll be right here if you need me.”

for the next hour or so, sylus stayed by your side, occasionally checking the heating pad to make sure it was still warm and refilling your tea when it got low. at one point, he even left the room and came back with a small stash of your favorite chocolates, placing them on the bedside table with a soft chuckle. “just in case you need a sugar boost later.”

you laughed, despite the lingering discomfort. “you really thought of everything, huh?”

“i try,” sylus said, a hint of pride in his voice.

as the day went on, the cramps slowly started to ease, thanks to the combination of the heating pad, the tea, and sylus’s constant care. he never left your side, making sure you had everything you needed. whenever a fresh wave of pain hit, he was there, rubbing your back gently or holding your hand until it passed.

“i don’t know what i’d do without you,” you said at one point, your voice soft as you looked up at him.

sylus smiled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “you don’t have to worry about that,” he said. “i’ll always be here for you. even for the tough days.”

you felt your heart swell at his words. he wasn’t just saying that to make you feel better; you could tell he meant it. sylus had always been there for you, through thick and thin, and moments like this only made you realize how lucky you were to have him in your life.

later in the afternoon, after the worst of the cramps had passed, sylus convinced you to move to the living room. he carried the heating pad with him, of course, and set you up on the couch with a pile of blankets and a fresh cup of tea.

“movie?” he asked, holding up the remote.

you nodded, settling into the cushions. “something light. no action or drama. i can’t handle that today.”

sylus chuckled, flipping through the channels until he found a cheesy rom-com. “this work?”

“perfect,” you said, smiling as he sat down beside you.

he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as the movie started. for a while, you just sat there, snuggled up against him, the warmth of his body and the soft glow of the heating pad making you feel safe and comfortable.

every now and then, sylus would glance down at you, checking to make sure you were still doing okay. and each time, you’d give him a small smile, silently thanking him for being so wonderful.

“you’re spoiling me,” you said after a while, your head resting on his chest.

sylus smirked, running a hand through your hair. “you deserve to be spoiled.”

you couldn’t argue with that. not today, anyway.

as the movie played on, the cramps finally started to fade away completely, leaving you feeling tired but relieved. sylus, sensing that you were getting sleepy, pulled the blankets up around you and kissed the top of your head.

“get some rest,” he whispered, his voice soothing. “i’ll be right here when you wake up.”

you smiled, closing your eyes and letting his words wash over you. knowing sylus was there, taking care of you, made everything feel a little easier.

and as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky to have someone like him by your side, especially on days like this.

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play video games with the LADS

i feel bad for not writing more for xavier but i honestly dont know how to write his character all too well

also i did go a bit heavier with sylus lol, sorry about that

also warning for cursing and probably ooc for xav and raf, im a sylus and zayne girly so i focused more on them lol

Zayne

I feel like our doctor would lowkey love farming/life sims like Harvest Moon, Stardew Valley, etc. cause he'd like the mundane grind of it all.

you'd introduce him to Stardew and leave for like 3 hours to do some errands and whatnot and when you return his farm is like fully functional and he's already rich.

when you ask how in the ever loving shit he got so far he said he just played the game as he saw fit. which also includes him doing the tasks on the board at Pierre's.

now whenever you both have free time, you two sit down and play a game together, enjoying the calm that it gives while making Zayne feel like he isn't doing nothing.

Sylus

i feel like he'd enjoy fps games?? but like, not accurate ones, yk, he wants to play a fps that has magic and shit in it.

he wouldn't play alone since he gets bored too fast, he needs you there with him.

dies "accidentally" so you have to revive him every few minutes, he'll sigh, leaning back on the sofa before looking at you, who is absolutely glaring at him for dying for the third time in a ten minute period.

whenever you visit, you two have a habit of sitting down and playing together, cuddled together with the lights dimmed and some snacks and beverages of choice (hot chocolate, tea, coffee, maybe some alcohol wanted)

he acts like he doesnt enjoy it all that much, but it really is some of his favourite times spent with you.

also, the twins have interrupted you guys a few times. they're pretty wicked at whatever games you guys end up playing too lol (pico park with sy and the twins? ultimate rage, the angriest you've ever been)

Xavier

isn't it canon that he's really good at video games? i could see him joining you in games like powerwash sim, a little to the left, or crime scene cleaner.

he'd probably want to play something thats more gameplay heavy (i've never played but i could see him playing the zelda games) but he honestly just wants to be close to you so anythings fine

the slower games dont keep him as well energized so be ready to nudge him awake when you two are in the middle of a powerwash sim map.

Rafayel

house flipper, unpacking, dress to impress

anything that includes fashion/design he is so fucking in dude, gets actually invested in dti and hates playing in most of the lobbies since those kids dont know how to vote for REAL fashion

at some point he kinda tunes you out and gets really invested in what game hes playing. its not that he doesnt want to pay attention to you, he just really wants to do his absolute best and if he focuses too heavy on what you're talking about (ie. shit talking the children in the lobby who are not sticking to theme)

after hes done with the task he zones in on, his attention is fully back on you and you guys will collectively bash the others who arent on theme

he calls it a bonding moment between you two

when one or both of you make it on the podium, he gets excited beyond comprehension lol

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“The girls in the tribe have unique braids. I should give you one.”

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what if i said i was working on a fic with zayne sylus and mc and it had angst and it diverges from the normal plotline and and and osjihiauivhjnashiubj

i forget that i get most of my inspo from watching new shows, i started watching strong girl namsoon on netflix and then i was like "lets actually write something"

anyway i work in a few hours and i wrote out the prologue and a draft for chapter one and i have a good idea of what i want to happen

okay goodnight whoever sees this lol

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dude this is so beautifully written

Evening Hues

NSFW! - explicit

Sylus x female reader Ao3 1k words Contents! Petting, oral sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, passionate sex

"Love behind the curtains of a fireplace lit room"

The air in the dimly lit room was thick, the intense smell of sweat impregnated the red sheets, the duvet that was about to fall on the black marble floor and the black thin canopy that didn’t even try to cover the intertwined bodies sprawled on the bed.

The creaking of the fireplace melted with the soft moans and groans of the two lovers.

In that little nest, the two were completely at the mercy of the other, vulnerable in their bareness, but safe in each other's arms.

Sylus was lying down, his sculpted body covered by a thin layer of sweat, some veins protruded from his skin, his fastened heartbeat could be felt just by brushing his carotid.

She was straddling his thighs, her womanhood completely at show before him, boldness and confidence plastered on her face.

Then she bent down, his hardness was tickling her lower belly, but she didn’t mind, as she was focused on what she wanted to do to him; her lips captured his in a soft and lovable kiss, then it became passionate and fiery, soft moans escaped from that battle of tongues from time to time, her hands wandered all over his neck, caressed his collarbones and then descended to his pectorals. At the same time, he mapped all her curved back, he started to trace her spine with his fingers from the bottom, when he reached her shoulder blades he flattened his hands and caressed her down to her hips, then he stopped and traced imaginary patterns with his thumbs.

When they both exhausted their oxygen they broke the kiss, steamy and luscious breaths escaping their lips in puffs.

She straightened her back and took a look at the man, his dishembled state was breathtaking, seeing him in this condition turned her on even more; with her tumb she parted his lips and caressed his lower one with greed, then she switched with her index finger and traced the outline of his neck, all down to his Adam’s apple, she leaned down and sucked the skin that covered the protruding bone, only a red spot, like a small crimson rose, was left behind.

Her fingers continued their journey to his chest, but this time they didn’t stop until they reached the white hair under the belly button. Sylus gulped and she continued to go down, and down, until his hard and hot flesh was kept steady in her hand.

While she stroked it with determination she looked at him straight in the eyes, the air of the room became even more dense, his mouth let out errated breaths, his orbs glossy with pleasure and desire. 

When he was almost at his peak he got up and hugged her tightly, he voraciously bit and licked all her neck, she sighed with pleasure and threw her head back, her breasts fully exposed to the lusty man. 

He looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world, no one could compare in his eyes, she was his goddess, his muse, his queen; she could shape his soul however she wanted and he wouldn’t mind, he was a piece of clay and she was a sculptress.

While still holding her close with a hand on her lower back, the other massaged one breast and stimulated her hard nipple with his thumb, his mouth pitilessly sucked the other. The woman felt goosebumps all over her body, moans of ecstasy escaped through her teeth without holding back. 

He pushed her down on the soft mattress, softly kissed her puffy lips and while never leaving her eyes, he brought her ankle to his lips, kissed his way up to her inner thigh, leaving a trail of soft red spots, like the soft hue of an aurora.

He looked at her one last time and with a smirk he finally reached her throbbing core.

An intense bolt of pleasure shook her body, her toes curled and her hand automatically reached for his hair, she caressed his soft locks in a slow and delicate manner, his strands sliding through her fingers.

As she reached the peak of pleasure, he gently pulled her up again, she sat on his crossed legs, hers circling his waist.

His manhood was fully erect and his fluid was staining her belly.

Seeing him ready she pulled herself up with her hands on his shoulders, he held her buttocks and they became one.

A relieved moan came from both.

Their joined bodies moved together in a sultry dance, their lips devouring each other; whatever they did seemed to not be enough to satisfy their bottomless and devastating hunger.

Their passion burned more than the fireplace, their flames were engulfing everything, all the bad things that happened until he met her, the longing and the time apart, now that they were together all the past turned into ash; they lived for the present and the future to come.

Droplets of salty water dripped from Sylus’ forehead, he creased his brows and she understood that he was almost at his limit.

They reached their climax together and stayed in that position for a while before separating.

Their heads leaning on the other one’s shoulder, wet bodies glued to each other and hearts beating steadily but less frantically.

Sylus laid her tired body next to him, gave her a light kiss on the tip of her nose and took a small towel from his bedside table, he cleaned her from the leftovers of their love, her lovestruck gaze never leaving him.

After he finished, he unclipped the veils of the canopy, covering all the bed, so that they were completely separated from the rest of the room.

He embraced her tightly with her back against him and covered their bare bodies with a sheet.

The fireplace burned out slowly into the night, only the almost invisible remains of fire on the charred wood could be seen in the dark room.

Now the only sounds that could be heard were the mingled breaths of the two lovers as they drifted off to sleep.

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zaynes a mood fr

The DeepSpace Boys Getting High

A/N: I don't even like smoking, most of the time I have panic attacks but I've had like 1 or 2 good highs. anyway WHERE MY LADS 420 BLAZERS AT??? this ones for you guys <3

☆ Zayne

Has used CBD oil once or twice for body pain from his evol, has never really gotten high though. Other than that, not much experience.

Would prefer eating edibles over anything. Put an infused macaron in his face and he is folding immediately.

Is the type to go non-verbal once it hits.

And he gets really slow. Not like dumb slow but physically slow. He starts buffering like a youtube vid on bad wifi.

Both of you got high once and though you had called him numerous times, he only looked up from his work email after you touched his shoulder, he’d only typed “As per my last email,” within the 10 minutes he was staring at the screen.

☆ Xavier

His body is already on low power mode 24/7, weed is sending him fast asleep immediately.

Good luck waking him up within the next 24 hours.

Has some experience, but it’s not something he does often.

Doesn’t like the smell from smoking it, so you both drink it as tea or sweets as well.

Did give Jeremiah some seeds to plant once and told him it was tomato seeds as a ‘joke’.

Gets the worst munchies afterwords, so you both always have lots of snacks prepared.

☆ Rafayel

Experimented with it before so he could see how his art would turn out while high.

Needless to say, he would do anything but paint.

House? Cleaned. Paperwork? Take a hike Thomas. All four seasons of that new comedy you both started? Watched.

Speaking of comedy, when high, everything is instantly 5x funnier with him.

Thomas was scolding you both for something, and you both nearly pissed yourself laughing because Rafayel whispered. “He looks like a barracuda when mad.”

Thomas was not impressed and banned you both from smoking ever again.

☆ Sylus

Not interested, sorry.

Even if he does to humour you, he’s not doing enough to get baked, more like a light buzz.

Prefers alcoholism, like a true alcoholic.

He’s a bit more loose in personality when he does get buzzed though, his softer smiles showing up more, and he laughs at your antics more.

On a side note, the twins are hilarious when they’re high as well.

I have a small headcanon that Sylus can’t actually get truly drunk or high, since his body heals itself, kind of like a Deadpool situation, except he can get slightly buzzed or close to 'kind of' drunk, he’d have to focus on not triggering his evol though, and that’s just too much work.

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Sylus Qin || When his S/O is a KPop Idol

Bringing back my first post in the fandom :) i realized i never did one for Sylus after his debut and i got a sudden burst of inspiration. tw: nothing

Sylus makes it known to you that he doesn't mind your relationship being public, but also acknowledges the harm that could be done to you if it is

the amount of money he throws at your company is incredible

especially if you're from an unpopular company, you'll go from basic tennis skirts to elaborate, fancy outfits and have no idea why

your ceo and him have since become besties

attends every concert one way or another, even if he has to get luke and kieran to facetime him to show him everything

watches every music video, and in his restaurants/stores he plays your new albums as well as old ones

dont bother trying to get him to dance

please. dont.

however you will go home to him and he's wine drunk shrieking one of your ballads

celebrates every achievement with you, and gives you and your members extravagant gifts in celebration

your members love him, even if hes just a little off-putting at times

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Tied || Sylus Qin Love and Deepspace

pairing: Sylus x MC (Luna Do) cw: child experimentation, violence. future established relationship, spoilers for the chapter 9 (obviously) notes: just some headcanons/theories i guess. i started writing this a while back but never really got to it. im sorry that this kinda sucks. i finished writing this when i was a few drinks in and proper grammar kinda skipped my mind lmao tags per request <3 @iwillpissyourpants @lizzetmv

It was hurting again, that familiar ache in her chest that usually made Zayne tense up. She glanced in the mirror of her lover's bedroom, gently pulling down her shirt to look at the scar right over her heart.

The scar had long since faded, hidden from a far away glance but oh so noticeable when she was looking for it. She always wondered why the scar looked so...unprofessional, like her surgeries were all done in some kind of cheap lab. Grandma would never tell her, just brushing her off and repeating the same line she's heard all her life. "That's what it looked like after the attack happened, sweetheart."

When she met Sylus and his team, including a former researcher who was apart of her Grandmother's team all those years ago, it all came together. The lab that remained untouched on the outskirts of the N109 Zone, the weird, dated technology that was ripped from the walls and thrown all over.

After she gained the Aether Core and memories came to her, she could never look at Grandma the same.

"Josephine, they're not as weak as you think they are, if we keep them linked to the same machine for just a bit longer-"

"This is no longer a medical research trial, we're torturing these children and you know it." Josephine, a woman in her late 50's couldn't bare to see the barely moving heart monitors, the scarce beeping giving her nightmares. "Even if they're bound together- what life will they have?"

Sylus was about 13 years old, newly orphaned due to the wanderer attacks that brutalized his home. Luna was 9 years old and the only survivor from her neighbourhood. Sylus clenched his jaw, wanting nothing more than to rip all the stupid wires off of himself, but then she squeezed his hand, turning her head to him. "Sy?"

"Yes Lune?" He whispered, not wanting to attract the scientists outside the door. "Don't talk too loud remember? They get mad whenever we interrupt them."

"...I know." She whimpered in response, her tiny hand holding his even tighter than before. "Sy?" He hummed. "Are we gonna die here?"

"I don't know, maybe." Is what he considered saying, but he knew better than that now. "No Lune, we're gonna be just fine." He was lying to himself.

The lab door opened and both scientists entered the room, one going towards the desk and the other towards their charts. "We should follow through with the implantations tomorrow while the girl is still in good health." The man spoke with certainty, glancing over at Josephine who nodded. "Have we properly decided on...where?"

"Last I recall, we agreed that the boy was to receive the core in his right eye and the girl in her heart." Sylus tensed, realizing that this man was talking about him and the girl beside him. "However, the girl's implant is significantly more likely to go array, we'll have to line up a suitable candidate if she dies during or after the surgery."

Luna began to shake, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. She couldn't speak. Not when Sylus told her not to.

"Tomorrow at noon should be an adequte time to begin the girl's implant, the boy will be much easier and shall require less time."

"Sweetie?" Sylus's deep voice pulled her out of her thoughts, she looked into his crimson eyes, and the scar that she never noticed until after her memories came back to her. "You've been staring in the mirror for a while now, is everything alright?"

Luna let go of her shirt, forcing a smile in her reflection. “Yeah, just… thinking.” Sylus hummed in response, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her head. Luna tightly gripped Sylus’s hands, feeling comfort in his hold. “Can we go back to the lab soon? I just… want to see it again.”

His eyes peered up at their reflection, a sudden glaze coating his usually sly gaze. He moved his hand up her body, slipping it under her shirt and letting his fingers run along the scar over her heart. He sighed, closing his eyes. “It took longer than they anticipated, you weren’t responding well to the Aether Core or any medications they were forcing into you. When they brought you back into the laboratory, you were as good as dead.” His chilly fingers continued to touch the scar, and the skin around it.

“Sylus-“ Luna whispered, feeling the slight trembling at his touch.

“They wouldn’t tell me what was happening, I was sedated and taken back for my own surgery. Once I awoke, you were connected to all sorts of machinery.”

“You were… awake?”

“Barely.” His voice turned hoarse as he recalled the long forgotten memories. “I tried calling for you, the one researcher, Eric, decided to separate us.”

Luna held his hand tighter, watching as his eyebrows furrowed. “What happened then?”

“The Evol linkage appeared, a force so strong that the scientists couldn’t break it- break us, apart.” Sylus ran his free hand down her waist, pressing his lips to her neck. "He was angry and expressed the desire to permanently separate us."

"They...wanted to kill one of us?"

"You, specifically." He hummed, "they said you were weak after your surgery, weak enough that they wanted to reharvest the aether core." Sylus turned her around, his arms pulling her to his chest. "But we don't need to revisit those memories, we're here now, together."

"Right," Luna whispered, pulling him closer. "Thank you for staying alive."

"Only for you, my love."

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Sleepy Affection

Sylus X Reader

Summary: You're tired. Sylus is the best cuddle partner. Lots of soft love here. That's it.

Word Count: 1061

Note: Self indulgent really, I have a hard time with burnout and sleeping in general, but I know cuddling with this man would solve all of that. Sorry if I overused adjectives.

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Days as a hunter are long. It’s a part of the job, always being alert, always willing to help when the need arises. And you love it. You love being awake before the sun rises, and the exhaustion in your limbs as you walk home. It satisfies the restlessness in your bones.

But still, it’s hard to not hit burnout eventually.

You can feel it weighing down your body as you step out of headquarters. The sun is just rising over Linkon, and you narrow your eyes up at the sky. Of course you worked through the night. It was that or let your paperwork drag into your weekend. Maybe not the best decision. You sigh, rolling your shoulders. Every muscle in your body aches for sleep.

You don’t want to go home, though. It would be too quiet, too empty. If anything, you would probably end up staring at your ceiling, impossibly restless despite how tired you are. And that sounds absolutely awful.

Before you can think too hard about it, your feet are carrying you towards the transit center. To the one place where you feel safe, despite all the reasons you shouldn’t.

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The N109 Zone is strangely quiet in the early morning gloom. The streets are nearly empty, the only sound coming from the electric buzz of the overhead wires and the snuffling of a stray dog on the corner. For a fleeting moment, you wonder if being a criminal makes you allergic to the day. Or maybe they’re all vampires. An amused hum dances past your lips at the thought. Perhaps they’re not after the aether core in your heart, but your blood.

One man seems to be at least.

By the time you reach Sylus’ place, it feels like you're walking through a light fog. Or stepping into a dream. The home greets you with a pleasant warmth that eases the tension in your muscles. Music drifts through the halls, distant and fuzzy with that old quality that vinyl has. Like a siren song, it draws you deeper into the dark comfort of the manor.

Right to your sleeping dragon.

Even while he’s sleeping, Sylus looks…dignified. Ethereal even. The soft light peaking through his curtains casts a glow on his features, dancing across his white lashes, making them almost look like snowflakes. Your eyes trail over the relaxed line of his jaw, the contours of his chest and shoulders. He lies so still, you could almost believe he’s a statue, if not for the gentle rise and fall of his chest. He just looks so…perfect.

It’s hard to believe that this is Onychinus’ feared leader. 

Toeing off your boots, you tread carefully to the edge of the bed. The mattress dips under your weight, the sheets soft and silky under your fingers. Sylus lets out a low sigh at the movement, red eyes flickering open ever so slightly before falling back shut. Without a word, he shifts and lifts the sheets for you to crawl in next to him.

His warmth draws you in, just like his wispy, old music. You can’t resist it, not that you want to. It’s all the invitation you need to tuck yourself as close as possible, like an exhausted little kitten looking for a safe place to sleep. Sylus immediately draws your leg over his hip, long fingers kneading lazily at your thigh. Every part of you presses against his addicting warmth, drawing a content hum from your lips, completely pliant under his touch. He could do anything to you right now and you wouldn’t complain. But there’s an almost reverent feeling to the way he holds you, the way he traces shapes along your skin and presses gingerly into your wound up muscles.

It’s a rare moment of pure gentleness. No teasing quips. No haughty smirk. Just you and Sylus, the air between you thick with something so incredibly tender. You stay like that for what feels like forever, time lost to soft touches and quiet sighs. Neither of you are willing to break whatever spell has fallen over the room. 

Soon enough, though, the weight of your eyelids becomes too difficult to fight. You tuck your face into the curve of his throat, the scent of his cologne washing over your senses. It’s spicy and warm, like worn leather and rum, just so perfectly Sylus.

You wish you could stay like this forever, floating pleasantly on the edge of sleep with him. Just with him. An indescribable fondness curls somewhere deep in your chest.

“I missed you,” you admit into the crook of his neck, your voice thick with sleep and something vulnerable.

“Mmmm, I was wondering why you crawled into my bed in the middle of the morning.” 

He wasn’t, really. You both feel it whenever you can’t see each other for too long. It’s like the worst feeling of homesickness. He won’t admit to it, but you can feel it in the way his arms curl possessively around your waist, like he never wants to let you go. You slide a hand up to his chest, savoring the warmth of his skin, the steady thrum of his heart under your palm. You’ve missed this. Sylus shivers at your teasing touch, those red eyes finally flickering open again to look down at you, half-lidded and unfocused. You hold his gaze, trying to memorize every detail, every fleck of color, the dark gleam of fondness in their depths, matching your own. This is the real Sylus. Gentle and kind, passion burning just below the surface. The one only you get to see. And you love him more than you’ll ever be able to explain.

You curl your arms around his narrow waist, forehead pressing against his chest, “Is it okay that I came?”

You already know the answer. Still, Sylus humors you.

“I would have it no other way,” he rumbles lowly, lips brushing against your hair. “Now rest, sweetheart, I can tell how tired you are. We can talk in the evening.”

You hum, eyes finally falling shut, “Promise?”

“I promise.”

And just like that, you find it impossible to stay awake any longer, lulled by his words and the sound of his breathing. Every nerve, every worry, washes away, leaving you to fall into the darkness you’ve been craving, dreaming of the weekend you can spend together.

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Honestly took so long to write. I wanted to moment to feel soft and more drawn out, don't know if it worked. But I hope y'all liked it :)

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someone may have probably already said this, and maybe worded it more eloquently but i wanna dump this thought out of my system..

As we all assume, MC and Sylus were probably experimented on together..you know being cut open, maimed and straight up killed in innumerable ways to see if the aether core within them will bring them back to life or not..

I believe the Aether Cores inside MC and Sylus are not different ones but the same.

There's this good old thing called “unreliable narrator” or things like “omission of truth” due to narrative reasons because there are facts that even the characters aren't aware of..

Now..

no one in the story so far has properly described the aether core, and no one has actually seen what it looks like..just that it's inside MC. And now, due to MC’s knowing, we also know Sylus got one as well. So its safe to assume that its either a single aether core split in two. Or maybe even two aether cores that come together, form an inseparable pair of sorts.

And that it's the halves of the same core put inside MC and Sylus, or one part each of a dual set of the Aether Cores put inside them respectively. It would explain why MC feels an intense hunger when around Sylus..why she hears all these voices echoing in her head, the incessant need to devour him. And it would also explain the weird evol linkage or whatever its called when their wrists randomly bind together..?

Maybe it's actually the Aether Core’s parts trying to reunite whenever close by. Or maybe it’s a pair of Aether Cores that are actually inseparable. And i think if that's how the writers intend it to be, then it's beautiful and poetic ♡ that they just want to be whole again, and that the only way to do it would be for them to be together..

the FORCED PROXIMITY trope done right ♡

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zayne: random boyfriend texts !

: sometimes I write ooc things, forgive me if i do.

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currently working on a sylus x mc angst with some theories and headcanonssss

idk if it will ever see the light of day tho