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Beyond My Reach |Sylus| (Love and Deepspace)

Summary: In his eyes, you were perfect—just the way you are. Untouched by the constraints of his world, unshaped by the rules that bound him. You were not crafted by fate, nor written into existence like he was. You were real. Beyond him.

Yet, in his heart, he knew the truth.

You were his. Not the girl standing before him. Not the one he could see, hear, and touch. No matter how much she resembled you, no matter how much she tried to be you—she wasn’t.

Because his heart had already chosen. And it had always belonged to you.

Mimi~: Pls read this first! O3O↠ right here!

Warning: Erm, it's bad as usual. Thought this could help if you were sad about the first one ehe. It might be confusing now.

He stares blankly at the girl before him, searching for something that isn’t there. Her eyes hold no spark—empty, lifeless. He waits, hoping, longing for a flicker of light to return. But it isn’t her eyes he wants to see shine.

No, the spark he seeks belongs to someone else—someone out there, beyond his reach. And behind those dull, vacant eyes, he sees the truth. It isn’t her he’s looking at. It’s you. The real you. The one he can never touch.

And then, for the briefest moment, her eyes sparkled—locking onto his. It stole his breath away. His heart clenched, caught between longing and the painful truth he refused to face.

This was it. It was beginning.

With slow, deliberate steps, he moved closer, each one making his chest ache as though something inside him was cracking with every inch he closed between them. But he swallowed the pain, forcing a gentle smile onto his lips. It had to be convincing. It had to look real.

He stood before her now, his gaze steady, unwavering. But he wasn’t looking at her—no, not truly. His eyes searched, desperate to catch a glimpse of you. To find some trace of the one he truly longed for, hidden behind the unfamiliar face in front of him.

The girl’s hands begin to move, reaching toward him. He exhales softly, closing his eyes for just a moment—a quiet wish slipping through his mind.

Let this girl be you someday.

A cold touch grazes his skin, delicate fingertips tracing his face. The chill sends a shiver down his spine, yet he doesn’t pull away. Slowly, he opens his eyes, only to find the girl smiling up at him.

What a gentle touch…

Then, he hears it—a chuckle, light and fleeting, yet it does not belong to the girl before him. It drifts through the room, a ghostly echo weaving through the silence. His breath stills.

The moment his eyes shut, he let himself sink into the illusion. He wished—no, begged—to feel your warmth instead of the cold, artificial touch spreading across his skin. If only, just for a second, it could be real.

As he slowly opened his eyes, he caught the gleam in hers—brighter now, almost as if something alive flickered within them. He held her gaze for a moment longer before shifting his attention to the mirror. He smiled at the work you did.

"You look more goofy."

The voice wasn’t hers. It never was. It echoed faintly, teasingly, curling around him like a whisper from someone just out of reach.

A smirk tugged at his lips.

"Why you…"

He looks into her eyes once more as she gently wipes the product from his face. Then he sees it. A subtle tremble in her gaze, a glimmer threatening to spill over. You're trying to hold it back The way her eyes shine—it’s not just from the light. It’s something deeper, something raw, something breaking. He saw your reflection behind those eyes. He knew at that moment, that he wasn't looking at her.

He’s looking through her. Finally seeing You. 

His fingers linger against her cheek, the warmth beneath them feeling both real and wrong. His touch is gentle, but his heart is anything but. It pounds violently against his ribs, caught between longing and the unbearable ache of reality. 

His gaze remains locked onto hers, but he isn’t seeing her. He’s seeing past her. Through her. Searching, desperate, hoping that within those eyes, he will find you.

But you aren’t truly there.

And yet, your voice lingers in the air like a ghost, wrapping around him, pulling him deeper into a world that neither of you can truly touch.

"My Sylus…"

His breath shudders. His chest tightens.

He knows you aren’t here. He knows this moment is fleeting, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.

But still, with the lightest trace of his thumb beneath her tear-streaked eyes, he allows himself to whisper a silent plea. His voice wavers, yet his words are steady—woven with something deeper than longing, something heavier than grief. "If you were also an art piece, then whoever created you… must have loved you dearly." But those words… They are not meant for the girl before him. Not for the presence that exists within arm’s reach, yet feels so distant. No—those words are for you.

Only you. Always you.

And no matter how many times he speaks them, no matter if he says something he truly meant, it was always meant to be yours.

He hoped that you would realize that, but reality struck that he was just a fictional character to you.

Mimi~: Tbh I was supposed to let it be but, I want to add Sylus's point of view on this;w; was it good?

[mimiu3usoft]

Well damn, I didn't expect that you like that short crap- ;-; Bruh- wait but isn't it bad because I didn't- DIDN'T play lads at all help- I only watch those who playing ToT HELP?! i wanna play but my poor old phone!-

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But you weren't her.

Pairing: (LADS x Non-MC!Reader)

"I love you."

When he said those sweet words that were reserved for the Main Character, you pretended not to hear.

Of course you knew that he meant them, even if only a bit. You weren’t confident in your ability to attract others but you were too old to be naive. It was only natural that a lonely man would fall for the first person to give him a shred of warmth, especially since you spent so much time together. You have no doubt that his feelings were true, but for how long? From the other side of the fourth wall, it was easy to be certain about everything, that his love will withstand every storm for the great heroine. But what of you? In your world, no one can say with absolute certainty that romantic love was so pure and kind and strong. Men and women across various periods swore oaths, sang songs and wrote poetry of it since time immemorial, but did anyone actually find love everlasting? Maybe. But it was a concept too out of reach for you. 

One would have a higher chance meeting a mythological creature than finding true love. 

People back in the “real world” playfully called you bitter and resentful, without a drop of romance in your body, but they had it backwards: it was because you were a hopeless romantic that you doubted every piece of tenderness you received. Healthy, boring, so-called ideal relationships would never be enough. You didn’t want cheap affection, you yearned for the raw, all-consuming, time-withstanding love worthy of immortalization, not unlike the one the main character has with her love interests. 

So even if this world was a living breathing reality on its own without a predestined ending, you were still just an NPC. Yes, a supporting character. Nothing more. If you allow yourself to dream any more than that, you’ll get greedy and when his real beloved comes along, or if he finds out the ugly parts of you, you will be left with nothing but a broken heart. 

He called your name and you couldn't ignore him anymore.

Forcing yourself the brightest, gentlest smile possible, you turned to face him. “You shouldn't carelessly throw those words around, otherwise misunderstandings will happen.”

Before he could reply, you looked away again so he couldn't see your lips trembling. "Don’t worry, you’ll meet someone better than you could ever hope for."

That's right, someone literally tailored to his taste and who complements him in every way. Someone who wasn't you.

A/N: It involves a non-MC reader so I hope you enjoy it! I'll be exploring the concept in the future, especially with Sylus because I don't know how to do it with the others yet lol. I wasn't supposed to post this but I just needed to share it with the world.

Edit: had to change a few things to avoid confusion.

@phisen @leryg0 @capribun @sinnamon-bunn @wegottastayfocus @erisnxxi

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 A Heart Stolen by Fiction |Sylus| (Love and Deepspace)

Summary: You created perfection—crafted beauty with your own hands. Yet, as he gazes at her creation with adoration, a question lingers in the shadows of your mind: If he saw the real me, would his eyes still shine the same? Trapped between reality and illusion, she clings to a love that was never hers, haunted by a truth she refuses to face. Warning: I apologize for any mistakes. Firstly, I dont even have the game, so I'm sorry if it's not what you expected it to be. This one is bad for sure. It's my first time posting something here;-; don't get mad if it's bad. If it's bad just dm me;-; what I can do to make it better.

Your eyes gleamed softly as they lingered on the screen, drawn to the way his eyes shone—it suited him so well. His smile, the tenderness in his gaze, made your heart swell with warmth, only to shatter the next moment. Reality stung like a cruel reminder—he wasn’t looking at you that way. His eyes, filled with admiration, were only for her.

You knew you shouldn’t be jealous of your own MC, but the way he touched her, so gently, so reverently—it made you ache. Oh, how you wished to feel that too, even just once.

Your MC was beautiful. You created her and shaped her to be perfect, yet the weight of her beauty pressed heavily on you. She was everything you admired, yet everything you weren’t. And the worst part? She looked exactly like you. But somehow, she was still better.

It hurt knowing that, in reality, a man like him didn’t exist—not for you. The stupid game had its grip on you, wrapping around your heart like an unshakable chain. You wanted to stop, to pull yourself away, but the thought of letting go hurt even more.

Through the screen, Sylus chuckled, his voice smooth and effortless, sending a painful flutter through your chest. Your heart ached, yet you smiled anyway, hanging onto every word he said as if it were meant for you.

You hated him.

You hated him for making you feel this way—for twisting your emotions, for making you crave something you could never have. But most of all, you hated yourself. Because despite everything, despite knowing it was all fake, you still wished—desperately—that it wasn’t.

You closed your phone with a soft click, exhaling as if to steady yourself after reliving that beautiful, bittersweet memory. Yet, no matter how much you tried to shake it off, the lingering warmth in your chest felt hollow—like a ghost of something that was never truly yours to begin with.

Your throat suddenly felt dry. You swallowed, but it didn’t help. This is stupid. The thought echoed in your mind, bitter and sharp, yet you didn’t fight it. Slowly, you turned to switch off the light, the darkness wrapping around you like a quiet embrace.

Lying there, staring up at the ceiling, your thoughts drifted back to that scene. To him.

If he were to see the real me… would he still think the same?

The question gnawed at you, a painful whisper in the back of your mind. And then, before you could stop it, a single tear escaped, sliding down your cheek, warm against your cool skin.

That… you thought, the ache settling deep in your chest, that is truly an art piece in his eyes…

Not you. Never you. 

She was too gorgeous to be you. 

Sylus POV