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snowballseal · 2 months ago

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Cauterize

Rafayel X Reader (LaDS)

Summary: An outdoor date gone wrong leads to Rafayel needing to find a way to save your life. The only solution - he has to use his evol to stop you from bleeding out.

Word Count: 2591

Warning: mentions of blood, injury, violence, Rafayel uses his fire evol to cauterize your wound. Don't know why my brain needed so desperately to write this...not going to think to hard about that honestly.

It's a whole lot of angst with a comforting ending.

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It was meant to be a fun adventure.

That was all. Rafayel had admitted he hasn’t had many chances to explore the mountains around Linkon, always too busy with up-coming exhibits or commissions. You, of course, couldn’t let that stand.

So you did what any partner would do. Plan a picnic at your favorite hiking spot. You found it while you were still training for the Association, driven outside by the stress of your studies. When you stumbled upon the little lake, it became your safe place, your sanctuary from the chaos of life.

It was a perfect plan. You made the lunch, packed plenty of water, you even convinced Thomas to push everything off for a day so that Rafayel wouldn’t have to think about any of it.

It was perfect.

But little seems to stay perfect in your life.

“Watch out!”

Rafayel ducks just in time to avoid the energy blast from the wanderer. You raise your twin pistols, getting a few shots in before it darts into the trees. Heart racing, you dart over to the artist, your eyes tracking the rustling leaves as it moves around you.

“You okay?” You ask, voice tense.

“All good, cutie,” Rafayel huffs, brushing off his pants as he gets back on his feet. With a flourish of his hand, a dagger appears, glinting in the dappled light coming through the trees. “Let’s finish this quickly so we can still enjoy our picnic, yah?”

With a terse nod, you focus back on the eerie growl rumbling through the trees. Both you and Rafayel brace yourselves. Everything goes absolutely still for a mere moment.

Then the wanderer lunges.

The two of you fight with a practiced harmony, taking turns attacking, defending, moving in tandem like a dance between the trees. The leaves rustle under your boots. Your guns warm against your palms. The sound of Rafayel’s fire crackling in the air, followed by a pained roar from wanderer.

You get so caught up in the pace of it, in the instincts driving your muscles, pulling the triggers, spinning you round and round and round as the wanderer tries to evade you in the trees. You don’t notice the rock. A small rock. A rock that shouldn’t have mattered.

Except you step on it just right to have your ankle twist and give out under you.

Except it gives the wanderer just the right opening to take one last, desperate shot.

You can hear the energy sizzling through the air. You can see it, almost in slow motion. Yet you don’t have time to think before you feel the pain searing through your body. The blast slams you back into a tree, your body hitting the bark with a harsh ‘crack’.

And you crumble.

“(Y/n)!”

Everything freezes. Blood. So much blood. The dark vermillion stains the fallen leaves littered around you. And you’re not moving. Rafayel feels stuck, eyes wide, panic curling like a noose around his lungs, so tight he can’t breathe.

Please. Please. Please.

It feels like an eternity before you let out a low, pained groan.

The tiniest flicker of relief sparks in Rafayel’s chest. It lasts only a moment, though, because you don’t get up. The sight of you lying there, stark pain tightening your features, makes all the blood in his veins freeze over, an icy cold washing over his senses.

It’s not slow or drawn out. In an instant, all emotion slips from the Lemurian’s face, leaving nothing but an apathetic god, eyes smoldering with a vicious kind of anger. An anger that would burn the world down if it meant keeping you safe.

It happens in the blink of an eye. A mere flick of his wrist. The wanderer howls as flames consume it, burning it and its protocore to mere ash to be carried away by the breeze. Not even a single leaf is left singed in its place.

And Rafayel is at your side before the ash can even dissipate.

“(Y/n)? Hey, come on, open your eyes for me, cutie.”

You let out a low whimper, bleary eyes barely opening to meet his concerned gaze. Well, what you assume is his concerned gaze. It’s hard to make out, everything blurring before you, your head spinning. It makes you feel sick, and all you want to do is close your eyes again, to escape all of this. But you can feel his warmth, feel his fingers insistently pressing against your cheek, anchoring you, giving you something to focus on besides the pain searing up your side.

Rafayel mutters a curse. You��ve already lost a lot of blood. He takes a quick survey of your wound, a wide gash along your side. It wouldn’t be life threatening. As long as he could stop the bleeding.

Another curse passes his lips. Rafayel turns desperately back to your face, cupping both your cheeks with steady hands despite the panic digging into his chest. His heart squeezes at the pained whimper you let out.

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay, it’s okay.” His voice, another anchor. You focus on his low timber, his words reaching you as if through a thick fog. Still, you try to understand him, eyes set on his lips. “We just need to stop the bleeding, then you’ll be okay. I’ll call the emergency line after. We just need to stop the bleeding.”

But how? Rafayel racks his brain, trying to think of something, anything that might help. He can’t fail you, not when you’re looking up at him like all you care about is him being there. Not that you’re hurt. Not that you could be dying. His eyes flicker briefly to the side.

They catch on a tree, the bark burnt from one of his attacks.

Rafayel pauses.

What a horrible idea. And yet-

Those ocean eyes flicker back to you, pained. You stare back at him, brow knitting together, chest heaving, a question on your bloody lips.

“I’m sorry.”

Rafayel holds a hand to your wound. And then you’re screaming. Eyes clenching shut, your body nearly lurches off the ground as a new pain sears through you, hot and sharp like a blade digging into your flesh. Tears race down your cheeks as you try to draw away from it, away from him, but Rafayel presses his other hand to your shoulder, pinning you to the ground.

You let out a shaky sob, fingers wrapping desperately around his wrist, and Rafayel almost breaks, almost stops. The smell of burning flesh is not an unfamiliar scent to him, but knowing it’s you, knowing he’s causing you pain, makes him feel sick to his stomach.

He leans over you, as if he can somehow shield you from the pain, forehead pressing against yours. You let out a soft keen and his lips trace across your cheeks, whispering between kisses “I’m sorry, please hold on just a little longer, my love. I know it hurts, just a little longer. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

It takes what feels like an infinity, but as soon as the blood stops, Rafayel snatches his hand away, his fire disappearing. You all but sag against him as the pain finally dwindles, more tears pooling along your lashes, sweat clinging to your forehead.

“All done,” Rafayel murmurs, voice unsteady, hands returning to hold your face. “All done, I promise. You’ll be okay. The emergency responders are coming. God…-”

He sounds close to tears himself.

You let out a trembling breath, giving his wrist a soft squeeze, “S’okay, Raf…I’m…’kay…”

But everything is fading again. The shock. The pain. The adrenaline. You try to keep your eyes open, try to fight the sudden exhaustion that weighs down your eyelids. Rafayel’s lips quirk into a false smile, smoothing his now trembling fingers over your brow.

“Get some rest. Your body needs it right now.”

“But-” You try to argue, but your mouth feels like it’s full of cotton.

“I’ll keep you safe until they arrive, so rest. Please.” He says the last word so softly, so pleadingly, that you can’t help but give in. Not that you could put up much of a fight anyways.

You keep your eyes locked on Rafayel until the darkness slowly pulls you under.

Your fingers never once leave his wrist.

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The next thing you hear is the quiet beeping of a heart monitor.

It’s an odd feeling, waking up in an unfamiliar room, most of your body numb from a plethora of painkillers. Your eyes slide open groggily, taking in the white ceiling above you, the gray walls around you, the sleeping Lemurian curled over the edge of your bed, fingers wrapped tightly around your own, as though you might disappear if he lets go. A slight smile pulls at your mouth.

Silly fish...Even in his sleep, he carries the weight of his emotions so clearly. Brows furrowed, lips pursed in a deep scowl, eyelashes fluttering from uneasy sleep. A soft, fond sigh passes your lips, and you slowly reach your free hand to brush a rogue curl from his face.

The moment your fingertips brush his skin, though, Rafayel is awake. He jolts up like he’s been electrocuted, eyes wide, darting everywhere with a panicked urgency. Until they land on you. You blink at him, hand lingering in the air between you. Waiting. You can almost see his brain processing, the colors in his eyes flashing like little buffer signs. Until he realizes you’re awake, actually awake, and it’s like watching a drowning man finally fill his lungs. Then he’s surging back in like a raging ocean wave, fizzling into soft foam as he nuzzles into your palm.

“You’re awake.” His voice is rough and low, thick with disbelief.

“I am,” you rasp and rub your thumb lovingly over his cheek.

Rafayel shudders. He missed this. Your touch. Your warmth. You were so cold when you were sleeping, too cold. But now you’re warm again, so warm. He wants to bury himself in you, to be enveloped by your touch. He needs it. He desperately, desperately needs it.

And yet he holds back.

Because he can’t forget it.

The sound of your scream still echoes in his ears. It’s like a chain around his body, keeping him locked in place, unable to do anything except nuzzle his face into your hand. It’s like having a pup cowering before you, begging for a scrap of affection but too scared to come closer.

And of course you notice.

“What’s wrong?” You press, fingers drifting down to hold his chin. Your eyes narrow with that look, unrelenting and calculating as they scan his face.

Rafayel flushes under the intensity of your attention. Seems not even a major injury dulls your sharp senses. And he knows there’s no use trying to hide it from you.

“How are you feeling?” But that doesn’t mean he can’t try to evade your question.

“I’m fine. Whatever drugs they have me on are working,” you hum, eyes narrowing further, “Now tell me what’s wrong, Rafayel.”

His eyes look anywhere but at you. Your grip on his chin grows firmer, forcing him to meet your gaze. And it’s awful. Here you are, laying in a hospital bed, dressed in a flimsy hospital gown, worrying over him. How pathetic…

“I’m sorry.”

You frown, “What for, fishie?”

Rafayel’s throat bobs. Wetting his lips nervously, his voice cracks as he whispers, “I’m sorry for putting you through that. I just- I didn’t know what to do and you were bleeding so much. I thought I was going to lose you.”

Oh. Your heart nearly fractures at how broken he sounds, the distress painted across his pale face. He blames himself. For either you getting hurt, or how he had to save you. Maybe both.

What a silly, silly fish…

Expression softening, your fingers return to tracing his cheek. Rafayel quivers under the tenderness of your touch, long lashes fluttering against your fingertips. He soaks up every ounce of your affection despite feeling wholly undeserving of it. His own fingers press desperately into the bed, resisting the urge to reach out, to touch you, to make up for the pain he caused. And that only breaks your heart more.

“Rafayel, you did nothing wrong,” you murmur eventually, disrupting the heavy silence in the room.

“But-”

“No,” you insist firmly, voice not unkind, but leaving no room for argument, “You saved me. I’d probably be dead if you hadn’t done what you did. I wish you didn’t have to experience that, but you made the right choice. You saved me.”

He hesitates. Rafayel wants to believe you. You would never lie to him, afterall. Not about this. But still-

“Rafayel,” you call, brow perking up, “if you don’t come here, right now, and give me, the living person in front of you, a kiss, then I’ll be mad. I’ve been through a lot today, don’t make me go without my fishie, too.”

That’s all it takes to weaken what little resolve he has left. Rafayel’s lips meet yours in a starving show of affection, those trembling fingers finding your face as if to anchor himself. Every thought, every breath of yours belongs to him in that moment, his body leaning over you, his teeth tugging gently on your bottom lip, his fingers curling possessively through your messy hair. Still drowning. Still aching to breathe you in as if you’re the air his lungs so desperately need.

Yet it’s all impossibly tender.

Restrained in a way you’ve never experienced from Rafayel. And that alone is enough to make your heart melt. How could you possibly love this man so much?

When he draws away, forehead resting gingerly against yours, there’s a smile on your reddened lips.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you want to eat me alive with a kiss like that,” you tease, a little breathless, your eyes practically sparkling up at him. “Are you holding back because I’m injured, fishie?”

His ears go bright pink, embarrassment tinging his cheeks, and your smile only grows. Maybe it’s the drugs making you a little bolder, but you can’t help but reach out and swipe a teasing finger under his lips. Rafayel’s eyes narrow at you, bleeding into something dark that makes your chest flutter.

“Guess you’ll have to be patient, huh?” You don’t relent for even a second, though. It’s a good distraction, from both the minor discomfort starting in your side, and the blame he’s trying to carry. “Do you think you can handle it, fishie? I know how hard waiting is for you.”

“You know, when I gave you permission to call me that, I never thought you would use it so condescendingly.” That adorable pout returns, only making his flushed face look even cuter.

“Oh, I’m just teasing you,” you hum, tone softening with unadulterated fondness as you reach up to fuss with his curls. “But, okay, I won’t use it like that if you don’t want me to. You know I love you, my sweet, little fish.”

Your words are accompanied by a chaste kiss that has Rafayel weakening again. He lets out a little huff, eyes fluttering shut as he basks in your touch once more. This is what he needed. You. Just you. And now that he knows you don’t hate him for what he did, he can focus on one thing.

Making sure you recover and reminding you just how much he cherishes you. And never letting something like this happen ever again.

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I literally have no idea where this came from. I just got the thought, and I couldn't NOT write it. I love writing fluff, but man, angst just hits different.

Hope y'all enjoyed it! Keep sending in requests, I promise I'm working on those too!

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vilapollo-arts · 2 months ago

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dressing up for the enemy

pairing: Sylus x gn!reader

tags: mdni, overstimulation, facefuck, blowjob, consensual nonconsent (mc uses the word "no" and begs him to stop during sex but not their safeword), aftercare, possessive Sylus, (slightly) drunk sex, Sylus uses his Evol during sex, not edited

a/n: you can find the full censored version of the illustration on my twitter @/vilapollo_arts!! Please consider following the account. I'll be releasing uncensored versions of Xavier's and Sylus' NSFW artworks once I reach my goal of 100 followers! And with that, I hope you guys enjoy this fic!!

It takes a lot of patience on Sylus’ part before you even start to get under his nerves. Most of the time, when you do, he bends you over any surface near the both of you and fucks you into oblivion. It mostly happens when the both of you are alone. However, this time, you decide to test the limits.

Sylus was invited to a private party which he asked you to come. Of course, he didn’t invite you just to be a beautiful display by his side. You have a target in that guest list and you need them to acquire some information. It’s as simple as that, so you decide that this is also the perfect time for you to also play around. Of course, Sylus only knows the first part of your plans tonight. You needed his connections for that.

You decide to buy a new outfit for this particular party. It’s not often that you splurge on clothing, but then again, Sylus pays for it anyway. You can blend in with the other party goers and definitely attract two of your targets–the person you need your information from and Sylus himself. The best part is that the type of clothing you bought will definitely rile Sylus up, knowing that you have you other ways to extract information from other people.

You tell Sylus that you’re coming from Linkon straight to the party, telling him that it’s best if the two of you arrive separately so that you won’t scare your target off. You want to surprise the man when he sees the outfit you bought yourself for this party. Sylus instead sends a car over to your place to pick you up and send you to the place of the event.

You decide not to bring your weapons with you. After all, you have Sylus to back you up. If you get into trouble, you trust that that man will not let you be harmed.

You arrive at the hotel where the party will be held. You inform the front desk what you were there for. Showing her your copy of the invitation. The lady nods as you and calls for a bodyguard, someone that doesn’t seem to have the same uniform as the usual guards patrolling the hotel. The man escorts you to where the party will be held, which is at the hotel’s sky deck.

Sylus meets you right at the entrance, taking you from the bodyguard’s hands. He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes say it all. You directly meet his eyes as he brings you to an area with less people.

He leans over towards you. “You really outdid yourself with the…preparations you need for today,” he says.

You tilt your head to the side and smile. “Of course,” you reply as you spin around to show him the back. “Business at the front, part at the back. Like it?” you ask, looking up at him over your shoulder.

Sylus chuckles. “You know I prefer it when you don’t have anything at all,” he says, tracing his fingertips on your back. “Perhaps, after your mission, I can take you in my room and help you wash the blood off of you?”

You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest as you fully face him. “Don’t worry about that. No blood will be shed tonight,” you say. “At least, not by me,” you continue in your head.

“That’s a little disappointing, but I guess that’s one less problem to worry about,” he replies. “I’ll leave you to go do your thing now then. I do have other matters to take care off as well.” He almost leans down to press a kiss on your forehead, but one of the guests suddenly comes over. He takes a step back and gently picks up your hand. “It was nice meeting you, sweetie.” He winks as he presses a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. “It was nice meeting you too,” you reply.

Sylus’ hand lingers before he finally lets go of you and walks away. Once he blends in with the other guests, you put your mask on and walk towards the crowd as well. You look around among the mingling crowd and spot him at the bar, talking to someone. You decide to saunter over to the bar. As soon as you take your seat right beside them, you feel the two men eye you up and down. Well, if your clothes were enough to rile up the leader of the Onychinus, of course it will also catch the attention of other people.

Your plan is to make him come to you first, which is not really a hard task considering he shooed away the person he was talking to and turns to you.

“Good evening,” he greets, inching his seat closer towards you.

You smile back. “Good evening,” you say sweetly.

“Henry,” he introduces himself and offers his hand for a handshake.

You shake his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Aren’t you going to tell me your name?” he asks.

“Aren’t you going to buy me a drink first?” you ask, reaching your hand out and pressing your hand on his knee.

He smirks, amused. “One drink for them please. Put it on my tab,” he tells the bartender. He turned towards you with a wink. “Well, there you go. Aren’t you going to tell me your name now?”

You smile as you take the drink from the bartender. You take a sip and nod in satisfaction. You turn back to him and introduce your fake name.

“Are you here with someone? I doubt someone as eye-catching as you would come here all alone,” he says.

“I could say the same thing about you,” you reply, leaning forward closer to him. “No one will come and suddenly drag me out of here in a body bag, won’t they?”

From the corner of your eyes, you can see a familiar figure standing a few feet away, staring at the two of you menacingly.

Sylus’ fingers twitches. Without even using his Evol, his piercing gaze alone is enough to probably kill the man. Still, he wouldn’t want to get in the way of your mission. Perhaps once you’re done with him, he’ll send over the twins to take care of him. He’s not usually a jealous man, but he sees the way this man is putting his arm around your waist currently. It doesn’t help that he sees you glance over your shoulder and meet your gaze as if challenging him.

He huffs out a laugh, pressing his tongue against the inside of his right cheek. He downs the whiskey in his hand and places it down on the table before forcing himself to look away.

Throughout the party, you're glued right beside that man. Sylus, on the other hand, tries to ignore you. And it frustrates you because it seems like he doesn't really care that another man is parading you around as if they own you. Despite being disappointed and mad that Sylus isn't giving any attention towards you tonight, you still focus on feeding Henry’s ego so he would eventually spill the information you need from him. And you get to deal with Sylus right after. Or maybe, you will have to pour your frustrations on this man before going back to Sylus.

Unbeknownst to you, Sylus has actually been keeping an eye on you. Even though he’s trying to do his own thing, he still makes sure that you don't leave his periphery for more than 2 seconds. And he’s getting quite concerned with how quickly you're downing your drinks. You still remain the same composure as you had before but Sylus can see how you're starting to slow your movements and even letting the man get more and more handsy towards you. All of that, he’s able to hold himself back. All he could think about is breaking the man’s fingers and skinning his arms so he gets to be reminded to not touch what isn’t his next time. However, he composed himself.

What his breaking point is when the two of you start to leave the area with you pulling him back into the hotel. He rises to his seat and contacts Kieran and Luke to ask for information about the man’s room. Not a minute later and he receives the information that he needs. He knows that you can still handle yourself, considering how you seem to be the one pulling the man behind you. However, it still took a lot of him to not to immediately follow the two of you.

He leaves the party and follows the two of you after five more minutes and heads to the room that the twins have told him.

He arrives at the guest’s suite. He uses his Evol to unlock the door and lets himself in. There's no one to greet him at the door or the living area. He can hear his own heartbeat in his ears because that means the two of you are in the bedroom. A part of him knows that you can handle yourself, but at the same time, he knows that with your current state, you’re still you may still be taken advantage of.

He immediately heads towards the bedroom, slamming the door open.

As soon as he opens the door, he’s greeted by your figure straddling your unconscious target on the bed. You jump at the sound of the door opening, so you immediately lift your gun to the direction of the door, directly at Sylus.

Sylus is unfazed by the gun. He leans against the wall and throws a smirk your way. “If that man wasn't already unconscious, I would've sucked the light out of his eyes and I would’ve deeply enjoyed watching him go limp,” he says.

You lower your gun as soon as you hear his voice. You throw your legs over the body underneath you and hop off of the bed.

“You got what you needed, kitten?” Sylus asks, watching you sway as you walk towards him.

He slowly snakes his arm around your waist and lets you lean against him for support. “No,” you sigh.

Sylus furrows his brows. “What? Was he not the one holding the information you needed?” he asks, brushing away stray hair from your face. You don’t respond right away, so Sylus speaks again, “That’s alright, sweetie. Let me take you upstairs to my room first. You need your rest first.”

“No,” you protest, struggling to look up at him. Your face breaks into a smile in that same second. “What I mean is,” you wrap the end of his tie around your hand and pull him down towards your face, “you.” You then glare at him. “You weren’t paying attention to me all night. You don’t like my outfit?” you ask.

Sylus raises his eyebrow. “For a trained Hunter, I’m kind of worried that you haven’t noticed my attention being on you all night, sweetie,” he says, tightening his hold on you. He looks back at the unconscious man on the bed. “You didn’t notice how much I want to snatch you away from that man and show who actually owns you, kitten?”

You swallow. You don’t know what he actually means by that. However, all you mind could think of is the most unholy things Sylus could have done to you at the party, right in front of everyone. Your legs, which are already feeling like wet noodles, now feel much weaker. If Sylus’ arm isn’t currently around you, you would’ve already collapsed on the floor.

Sylus seems to notice this. Suddenly, he sweeps your legs over the floor, carrying you bridal style. The corner of his lips curve upwards. You yelp and immediately wrap your arms around his neck. “Let’s get you out of here. I’ll let the twins take care of the garbage.”

As he brings you to his own suite, you can’t help but start to feel the insides of your thighs become moist. Your whole body is heating up. The way he’s carrying you as if you weigh nothing at all definitely doesn’t help the thoughts entering your mind.

The elevator is empty when the two of you enter. “Here, let me put you down first,” he says before gently letting you stand on your own two feet. He pulls out his room card and presses it up against the sensor to activate the elevator before pressing a button. As soon as the doors close, Sylus suddenly turns to you and picks you up under your thighs before pinning you against the elevator’s wall.

“Sylus!” you gasp as his hands start roaming on your skin. His touches are rough and possessive, squeezing your arms, waist, and thighs. He buries his face on your neck, his tongue tracing the path from your jaw to your collarbone. He bites down on the area where your neck and shoulders meet. Your whole body shudders.

“You riled me up all night, kitten,” he whispers, voice heavy with lust and possessiveness. “I can’t help but think that you definitely did it on purpose.”

You throw your head back against the wall as Sylus’ fingers travel up your chest and start playing with your nipples, flicking and squeezing them through the fabric of your clothes. The world around you is blurry. All you can feel are his tongue and hands on your skin. You don’t even realize yourself wrapping your legs around his waist, grinding against the tent forming on his pants. You can feel his thickness from just rubbing yourself against him. And all you could think of is him manhandling you as he’s fucking you.

“Please, Sylus,” you whimper, your fingers running through his well-kept hair and gripping them in between your fingers.

Suddenly, Sylus pulls away from you with a smirk on his face. “We’re almost at our floor,” he says. He puts you down and fixes your clothes for you.

The elevator dings and the doors open. He ignores the pleading expression on your face and sweeps you off of the floor once again and into his arms. He walks towards the only set of double doors on this floor. Inside was a luxurious suite, much bigger than the suite you came from. However, you can’t really focus on the grandness of it right now considering that you’re drunk and really, really, really horny.

You swallow as Sylus brings you to what you guess is the bedroom.

“Stop squirming,” Sylus tells you, looking down at you with an amused expression plastered on his face. You can’t help but think that this man has some kind of trick up his sleeve.

As you enter the room, Sylus puts you down on the king-sized bed. He loosens his tie and takes off his suit. You can’t help but bite your lower lip as you watch the muscles on his body move. He hovers over you, planting his hand against the headboard and the other right beside your head. He holds your eyes with his intense gaze. His eyes travel down your body, stopping at your squirming thighs.

He looks back to your eyes and smirks. “I know you, kitten,” he whispers. His breath has a hint of alcohol in it. It feels like he must’ve drank a little more than usual tonight as well. “You don't usually have the need to use that pretty face of yours on your missions. You're smarter than that. Usually, you only use all of this,” he lifts his hand from your side and traces his fingers on your cheeks down to your lips, “when you need something from….me.”

His thumb traces your lower lips. You take his finger between your lips and sucks it lightly, keeping eye contact with him. “And what if I did?” you ask. “What are you going to do about it now that another man has laid their hands on me?”

Sylus’ jaw tenses. He lets out a deep breath with a chuckle. “I already have that man dealt with. The only thing I only have to deal with is you.” He takes his thumb out of your mouth and lightly slap your cheek but still hard enough for you to feel the sting.

He stands back and pulls the chair near the window closer beside the bed. He sits down, legs spread and gestures for you to come to him. “Get up and show me who you’re actually supposed to worship.”

Without waiting for a second, you stand up and are about to approach him but then, a black smoke comes out of nowhere. Before you realize that it's actually his Evol, the smoke pushes you down on your hands and knees.

Your palms and knees sting from the impact, but the pain is actually welcome. If anything, it only adds to the arousal already present between your legs. You crawl towards him, looking up at him through your lashes. When you reach him, you try to lift your hand but the black smoke keeps your palms planted on the ground.

“Keep your hands and knees where they belong,” he says, looking down at you.

You obey. You lean forward and use your lips and teeth to unbutton and unzip his task, which isn't an easy feat. You keep eye contact with him as you take the hem of his underwear between your teeth and pull it down slowly.

“Oh, fuck,” Sylus curses.

Sylus’cock springs out of his underwear, slapping against your cheek. The tip is already glistening with his own precum.

He chuckles. “I can't get over how my cock is as big as your face.” He holds his cock against your face, rubbing it against you. “Now, take it down your throat like a good little kitten.”

He helps you line his cock to your lips and you immediately take his head in your mouth. Your tongue circles around the tip and you moan as soon as you get a sweet taste of his arousal. It’s just his precum and yet it’s already so thick. You can't help but wonder how much he is going to make you swallow. Inch by inch, you take him in your mouth.

Sylus above you watches as his shaft disappears into your mouth. He places his hand behind your head and guides your head forward, pushing his cock further in your throat. He grits his teeth, stopping himself from shoving his cock down your throat. He knows that's what you also want, but he first needs your spit all over his cock so he can fuck your mouth mercilessly without stopping.

You look up at Sylus and his head is leaned back against the wall. The tip of your nose soon touches his stomach. You can feel your throat being spread wide open by his girth. On the other hand, Sylus bites down a string of curses as he feels your throat tighten around his shaft.

He loosens his grip on the back of your head and you pull back, leaving only the head of his cock inside before swallowing it whole once again. You start bobbing your head along his shaft. Without the help of your hand, you do your best to make sure that you swallow the entirety of his cock every time while meeting Sylus’ eyes at the same time.

And Sylus loves it. He loves the way your cheeks become hollow as you suck on his cock. He loves the way you gag occasionally when you accidentally hit the back of your throat with his cock. He loves the heavy breaths you're taking through your nose. Most importantly, he loves how you're shaking your ass in the air as if imagining that he’s fucking you from behind.

Oh, he will give you just that, but for now, he has to fuck your face first.

He grabs the sides of your head with both hands, stopping your movements. And without any warning, he starts fucking your face.

Sylus watches as your eyes roll back as you take his cock in your mouth. Spit starts to bubble at the corners of your lips as he pumps his cock into you.

Sylus’ Evol disappears around your wrist but you don't move. You know that he removed them so you could tap him whenever you needed to breathe or if he became a little too rough.

But you know you can still take it.

Your face is immediately a mess. Your own drool slips down your chin and down your neck. Sylus starts to move your head to meet his thrusts. You ball your hands into fists when Sylus fully buries his cock in your mouth and keeps your face pressed against his stomach.

He doesn't move, keeping your head down. Your eyes start to roll and you attempt to pull your head back but his hands won't budge.

“You know what you should do, kitten,” he says, voice raspy. Even he is out of breath.

You let him hold you like that for a few more seconds before you began frantically tapping his thighs. Sylus immediately lets you go.

You pull your head back, gasping for air. Your tears start to roll down your cheeks, mixing in with the mess of your saliva.

Sylus cups your entire jaw with one hand. “Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” he mumbles before slapping your cheek. His eyes travel down to your thighs and he smirks. “You like that don't you? You like choking on my cock, kitten?” he asks.

You bite your lower lip as you smile up at him, either alcohol drunk or cock drunk, maybe both. “Uh-huh,” you reply.

“Such a good kitten. Open your mouth for me.” You obey, opening your mouth with your tongue out. Sylus spits into your mouth and you happily swallow it down.

He then wraps his hand around your neck. “Stand up,” he orders. He tightens his fingers on the sides of your neck as you stand up. He pushes you backwards, towards the bed. And when the back of your knees hit the edge of the bed, Sylus throws you down.

He climbs on top of you, He takes the fabric of your clothes in his hands and rips it apart. He chuckles at the gasp that you let out. He wraps both of your legs around his waist before pinning both of your hands on your sides.

Sylus keeps his eye contact with you as he slowly moves his hips forward, lining his cock to your hole. His cock easily penetrates your entrance. Your jaw drops as your back arches. You close your eyes, sighing as Sylus' cock pushes against your insides.

But then, Sylus pulls out and buries his cock inside of you in one thrust, pushing a scream out of your throat.

“Keep your eyes on me, kitten,” he demands, pressing his whole body forward, folding your whole body in half, pushing his cock deeper into you.

You cry out and immediately open your eyes, meeting Sylus’ dark gaze. “I’m sorry,” you whimper.

He smirks. “I forgive you for that, kitten. However, you still have something to be sorry for.”

You furrow your eyebrows, confusion painting your face. “H-Huh?”

“I know that you set this night up on purpose. Aside from that mission of yours, you also took this opportunity to make me jealous, didn’t you?” He lets go of your other hand and wraps his fingers around your neck once again. He squeezes, harder than his grip earlier. “Didn’t you?” he repeats.

“Y-Yes,” you squeak. “I did.”

“Wearing that gorgeous outfit, purposefully catching the attention of each and every person in the room. You really took a huge risk just to rile me up, huh?” He laughs. “Such a naughty little kitten.” You see the glint in his eyes before your vision is suddenly covered by the black smoke of his Evol. With your vision clouded, you flinch when you suddenly feel Sylus’ breath against your ear. ““Perhaps I should give you a reward for going such lengths just to get on my nerves. Don’t expect me to hold back though, kitten. I’m gonna fuck you the way you want so fucking good that it’s going to feel like a punishment. Cry all you want, let the whole hotel hear that sweet voice of yours, but I’m not gonna stop until that slutty little hole of yours takes the shape of my cock.”

His deep voice feels like it’s caressing your entire body, leaving goosebumps on your body.

“You know your safe words, right?”

You nod.

“I need you to speak up, kitten.”

“Yes, Sir,” you say out loud. “My safe word is crow.”

“Good kitten.” You feel his soft lips against your forehead.

And when his lips pull away, he immediately starts pounding into you.

He isn’t holding back, staying true to his promise, giving you exactly what you want. His thrusts are hard and rough and his hands on your neck, tightening around you. Your head starts to become woozy. Your body feels light and the only feeling you can focus on right now is the way his cock is drilling into your tight hole. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, not that it matters because he has your vision blocked as well.

Your screams do nothing but fuel Sylus’ thrusts. His eyes remain on your face, which has the messiest and most beautiful expression right now, making his cock harder than it already is inside you. He feels like he’s about to burst. As much as he wants to fill your stomach up with his thick cum, he still has to break you.

As his cock keeps on hitting that sensitive spot inside of you, it doesn’t take long for you to reach your first orgasm. Your back arches, pressing up against Sylus’ torso. Sylus grunts above you as he feels your walls suddenly grip onto his cock. However, this doesn’t faze him at all. Despite being in the middle of an orgasm, Sylus keeps on fucking into you. He does remove his hand from your neck though, letting you cry out loud. He moves his hand on one of your legs and brings it from his waist to his shoulder.

He leans over, using his free arm as a support and fucks you deeper. That immediately brings you to your second orgasm.

“Sylus!” you cry out. “It’s too much! Please stop! Oh god! Oh fuck!!”

He slows down a bit, swallowing your screams with a deep kiss. His tongue dominates yours, swirling it around and sucking on your lower lip. “You know your safe word, love. Would you like to use it?” he asks, voice a bit gentler.

You purse your lips and shake your head. “Please keep on fucking me,” you plead. “I want your cock, Sir. Please let me have your cum inside me!”

“That’s right, kitten. I don’t want you to stop begging, you hear me?”

Without waiting for you to answer, he fucks you as rough as he was fucking you earlier. The slapping of skin to skin blends in with your cries. Your whole body feels so sensitive, each pleasure that his cock is sending throughout your body feels like it’s tripled. You don’t know where your hands are going anymore. You’re reaching for any type of anchor you can hold onto.

“I’m gonna cum again!” you cry out. “Sylus, please, it’s too much!!”

“Hold it in,” Sylus orders.

“No, I can’t!” you cry out. “Please…! I can’t cum anymore!”

“Hold it for me or I’ll let you keep coming for the rest of the night,” Sylus warns through gritted teeth.

You bite down on your lips, pulling on the sheets, trying to focus on everything else but the pleasure building up in your nerves. You do your best to relax your entire body, but Sylus starts to suck and bite on your neck. His fingernails are digging into your hips as he grips them in place while he slams his own hips against you.

“Fuck,” he growls. “I’m close. You better fucking come with me, sweetie.”

Your body automatically responds on its own, immediately tensing up as you feel your orgasm start to build up once again. He lets go of your hips before reaching for your head, slipping his hand underneath, and gripping your hair. He presses a deep kiss against your lips. His thrusts begin to stutter before he fully buries himself deep inside you. Your whole body twitches as you come again for the third time, the sensation elevated because of the feeling of Sylus’ cum inside of you.

Sylus pulls away from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. You breathe each others’ air as the two of you come down from your high. He lets go of your hair and begins to caress your cheek. He straightens himself and slowly pulls out. He sucks in a breath as he watches his own cum ooze out of your hole. He forces himself to snap out of it and get off of the bed to head towards the bathroom.

You whine at the loss of his warmth.

A few seconds later, you can feel his presence once again. You feel a warm damp towel being pressed up against your hole. You realize that Sylus is cleaning you up, wiping your crotch area, stomach, and thighs. You then feel his arms underneath you and he fixes your position on the bed. He disappears once again and comes back with a new clean towel. He wipes your entire body this time. He cleans the makeup off of your face as well. The whole time, you’re in and out of your consciousness.

Sylus disappears one last time. When he comes back, he lays down beside you. He’s entirely naked this time, but smells like soap. He must have taken a quick bath. He gathers your limp form in his arms, basking you in his warmth once again. You feel his fingers caressing your back. You snuggle up against him and he lets you. The last thing you remember that night is the soft humming of your voice and the soft kiss he presses on your forehead.

“You belong only to me, kitten. Remember that.”

#love and deepspace x mc #love and deepspace x you #sylus x you #sylus x reader #love and deepspace sylus #lnds sylus #lads smut #lads fanart #lads fanfic #sylus #digital art

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yawnzbf · 2 months ago

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LDS boys x reader who's quite oblivious to their feelings?!?

| Partner who is quite obvious to the boys’ feelings |

Lnd boys x gn! Oblivious! Reader

Xavier

Xavier will wait for you to realize your feelings on your own terms giving you time and affection

He will be so soft and sweet to you, the man’s just happy to spend time with you

Sometimes while training together, he’d purposely let you win so can watch to celebrate.

When he does something a bit flirty, you’re dumbfounded- ears red eyes unable to meet his.

Though he isn’t the best person around to have in the kitchen, he makes an effort to learn how to cook your favourite dish.

A particularly strong hit from you caught Xavier off guard. He stumbled backwards, feigning a loss of balance, and fell to the floor with a dramatic thud. Concern immediately washed over your face as you rushed forward, your weapon forgotten, to check on your fallen comrade.

"Xavier! Are you alright? I should have been more careful," you said, worry etched across your features as you held him still.

Xavier lay there, seemingly dazed, looking up at you with a mysterious glint in his eyes. A whisper echoed through, "Woah... you look pretty from here."

Your concern shifted to confusion, and you tilted your head, trying to make sense of his words. "Hm? You said something? But I can't believe I was able to defeat one of the top-performing hunters today!" you exclaimed, once you registered the accomplishment, your attention torn between victory and the well-being of your sparring partner.

"Congrats on the win, you did great," Xavier replied, his hands reaching up to gently cup your face. The touch was unexpected, and you blushed slightly at the unexpected closeness. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of admiration and devotion.

Zayne

Zayne, although busy throughout the day, would set aside time for you to spend it with you even when you insist on him utilizing it to rest

His type of love would be acts of service and gift giving, getting you small things

^^ for example when you unconsciously ramble on how you were recently into doodling and sketching so he brings in a sketchbook for you to fill up )):

Or when you wanted to have crushed ice in the middle of the summer, he’d use his evol to help you out

He’d keep in one of your doodles on his office desk- a constant reminder of you that put a smile on his face

Dr. Zayne peered over the rim of his glasses, his expression a mix of concern and amusement. The soft hum of medical equipment echoed in the small examination room, creating an oddly serene backdrop to the unfolding conversation.

"Your heart's racing again," he remarked, the corner of his lips lifting in a half-smile. "May I ask why?"

"Really? I don't know, Dr. Zayne. This happens every time I'm near you. Do you think this is some kind of allergy?" you ask genuinely worried.

Laughter almost spills from his lips at the question, “I don’t think that is medically possible, perhaps this is because of some different matters..” Xavier trails off, eyes hinting at something you aren’t sure of.

While you are left confused- oblivious even to his intentions!

Rafayel

This man will not stop pestering you, constantly throwing flirty lines at you even when you shoot him down again and again :(

Unlike the other two, immediately after he recognizes his own feelings, he’s all over you

Although when the topic of actually confessing comes up, he’s all shy and red in the face, and when you misunderstand his confession- he gets all pouty not talking to you for days

“y/nn!” he whines over the phone, “I need you here right now! You’re my bodyguard, right?! There’s this hideous bug near my canvas, please come quick,” he hurriedly says cutting of the call before you can even reply.

You roll your eyes as you hear his dramatic plea through the phone. It's not the first time he's called you for something trivial. Sighing, you decide to play along with his antics and head to his house.

When you arrive, you find him standing on a chair, gesturing wildly at the bug near his canvas. "Y/nn, thank goodness you're here! This bug is a threat to my masterpiece! Can you please get rid of it?" he says, looking genuinely distressed.

You can't help but chuckle at his exaggerated reaction. "Alright, alright, calm down. It's just a bug," you reassure him. You take a step forward and swat the bug away, making sure to make a show of it. "There, problem solved. Your masterpiece is safe," you tease.

He looks at you with wide eyes, a mix of relief and admiration in them. "You're my hero, y/nn! Always coming to my rescue," he says, a mysterious glint in his eyes. As you share a laugh, you notice a hint of vulnerability in his expression.

"You know," he starts, scratching the back of his head nervously, "I... um, appreciate you being around. More than just for bug emergencies, I mean." He glances away, his cheeks turning a shade of pink.

He hesitates and finally blurts out, "I like having you around, y/nn. More than just for emergencies." You raise an eyebrow, not fully grasping the weight of his words.

“I mean, I hope you do,” you start, giving him a small smile. Upon hearing your words, he’s not talking to you for the rest of the week, while you wonder if you had said something wrong.

Sorry you had to wait this late but I was busy with moving into uni and lyf happened, although be ready to be fed more often now!!

#gn reader #male reader #love and deepspace #rafayel #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace rafayel #love and deepspace game #love and deepspace gn reader #zayne #xavier love and deepspace #lads xavier #lads zayne #lads rafayel #lads

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johnleeswife · 4 months ago

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First Meeting

Pairing : Sylus x reader

Warning : Spoiler about Sylus's story

The first time you met Sylus, you felt like he was walking exactly into your trap. Baiting him with an aether core in your heart never felt so easy. Then you met him. His eyes were different than any other, they were calling you. That was when you thought that you were the one who was walking into his trap.

He makes you point a gun at him and makes you choose two voices in your head. Devour him or kill him. It felt so right and wrong at the same time. When the bullet finally pierced through his heart, you felt at ease. As his blood ran, was it right to kill him? You doubt it for a second. Maybe you were wrong all along, but he is the leader of Onychinus what could go wrong?

Here you were unconsciously pressing his wound like it makes any difference. Even on the brink of his death, he was still mocking you. All of a sudden, his evol washed away his wound like it wasn’t any wound in the first place. Once again, you were falling into his trap again. How could he playing with your feelings? You refuse to be controlled by anyone but he controls you like black magic. You hate it. It feels like you are riding his roller coaster and he is the one who controls it, making your heart beat fast then stop so suddenly.

Later then, he forced you to wear a helmet. His eyes didn't even bother to look at you but his action contradicted it, he made you wear a helmet for your safety. Why did he care so much about his hostage? He could cut you open and take the core in your heart if that was what he wanted. But he didn’t. He did use force in everything but other than that he wasn’t hostile, sure there was malice in his eyes but didn’t do anything to hurt you. You thought maybe he was not what he seemed. He cares about you in his own way, which is kinda cute but with a little bit of adrenaline.

And now he is sleeping soundly on your lap. You can’t believe that now only kindness and love in his eyes for you. He’s still teasing you, bullying you and you still don’t know if it’s just a joke or he’s serious or he’s just covering his feelings. Either way, you’re not gonna leave him any time soon so as he. Maybe forever. You brush his hair, admiring his face. “Are you enjoying the view?” he said with his eyes still closing.

“Yes,” you answer him without hesitance. He quickly opens his eyes and then looks at you unbelievably. “That’s weird. You never admit anything about me, you always brush it off”. You giggle and say, “You should get used to it because from now on I will not hold back”.

“I’m never gonna used to it kitten, you never bored me”.

#love and deepspace #sylus lnd #sylus x reader #sylus love and deepspace #lnds sylus #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus #l&ds sylus #sylus #love and deepspace spoilers #lnds #sylus x you #sylus x mc #sylus x y/n #love and deepspace fanfic #lnds fanfic #lads

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dreamerinthemoonlight · 7 months ago

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Love and Deepspace Guys w/ a Traumatized S/O (Xavier and Zayne)

Sorry about no Rafayel. I still don't know him that well.

Summary: More specifically Zayne and Xavier helping you through panic caused by trauma

CW: mention of panic attacks, hurt/comfort

Xavier x gn!reader, Zayne x gn!reader

Requests are OPEN

Xavier

Soft, sweet Xavi.

His response is very soft, gently guiding your attention to him

He might use his evol to shift the lights to a color and brightness that is more comfortable or use it as a distraction

There's something about tiny fireworks in the palm of his hand that never ceases to catch your attention

When you're a little more in the moment, he asks if he can touch you and cuddle you

Xavi seems to be a very physically affectionate person. He finds it to be a good reminder of the here and now and he wants to give you the same feeling

When you finally start crying, he definately pulls you close and lets you cry yourself out

"I'm here. You're here. You're not alone."

Eventually the panic and tears subside and the two of you go nap for a while

Zayne

If Xavi takes an emotional, obviously compassionate approach, Zayne is very clinical in his approach his nickname in my phone his Doc Ice for a reason

This doesn't mean he doesn't care, but his primary concern is making sure you done pass out from a lack of oxygen

He counts you through deep breaths, making sure you're looking in his eyes while he tries to get you to mirror his breathing

When you start to calm, he works on bringing you into the moment. He wants you to focus on what you see and what you hear

Then he insists you hydrate. Drink water then wash your face for some reason water on the face is really grounding

Once you're fully present, he wants to talk. I know he doesn't seem like a huge talker, I mean he isn't, but he's not stupid enough to think that bottling it up does any good

Of course if you can't or don't want to talk he won't make you, but he wants to know what's in your head so he can help in anyway he can

100% insists on therapy

Like Xavi, however, he's not unwilling to give physical comfort if you need it. I don't think he's unaware that a good cuddle can make you feel safe and loved and reassured, especially if you're someone who feels like a panic attack/trauma in general is a burden (granted Zayne is always quick to dispel that notion)

Still, all of this is very cerebral. But that doesn't rub you the wrong way, because, well, this is Zayne we're talking about. No matter how much he feels--and his eyes show a great deal of emotion-- he will always approach things rationally

Of course, behind his very logical exterior, I see him as being fairly angry at whatever caused you so much pain. You're his person and he doesn't want you to hurt like this and he can't fix it. You can do surgery on a physical heart. He can try to fix the thing that beats in your chest. He can't fix the metaphorical heart and that frustrates him to no end

But that doesn't stop him from doing everything he can to be what you need. A shoulder to cry on? Check. A listening ear? Check. A calm, reasonable voice to counter the nasty one in his head? Check

#Anyone want to play guess Bri's bias? lol #Yes I favor Zayne #He's the easiest to understand I think #And I think his nerdy (/affectionate) way of handling things would be soothing #At least as long as it isn't cold logic #But since he's not actually that cold I don't think he would be\]#xavier love and deepspace #xavier x reader #xavier x gn!reader #Xavier hcs #zayne love and deepspace #zayne #zayne x reader #zayne x gn!reader #Zayne hcs #hurt/comfort #love and deepspace hcs #love and deepspace #deepspace thinking

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kykyonthemoon · 9 months ago

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Hello! I really enjoy your LaDS writings!

I was wondering if you can do a headcanon with Caleb or Rafayel with a workaholic and burnt out reader?

Thank you so much!

A/N: Dear Anon-san, Thank you so much for requesting <3 For this one, I went with Caleb because I already made something similar to the prompt for Rafayel, where he soothes a stressed out reader (though the reason why she's being like that isn't because of work). You can read it here. I really do enjoy writing for Caleb since we haven't seen many of his story yet in the game. I hope you are content with this story too. On a side note, I've recently got a few requests about a stressful or burnt out reader. I just wanna make sure my readers are doing alright out there <3 Sending you mental support right here through the fics I write <3

A Surprise Visit

Returning home at midnight after a long day of work, you unexpectedly find a guest being in your apartment.

‧₊˚❀༉ Caleb x F!Reader

‧₊˚❀༉ Soft fluff, domestic fluff

‧₊˚❀༉ Masterlist

‧₊˚❀༉ Request a fic

You came home when the clock struck twelve. The night was quiet, only the sound of your tired footsteps echoed in the empty hallway. After what seemed like an endless journey, you finally reached your apartment.

You unlocked the door. A soft glow from within illuminated the corridor. Since you left early in the morning, you did not recall leaving the light on. You let out a long sigh and felt guilty for being forgetful.

Yet, in the house there were not only lights, but also the delicious smell of food. How strange! How peculiar! You felt your weariness leave your mind as it was replaced by vigilance. Was there another person in the house?

You tiptoed to the kitchen, where the aroma of food made your stomach rumble. Then, you saw a very familiar figure. Fortunately, you were able to contain your joy and instead called his name quietly:

“Caleb?!”

He turned around, nodded and smiled at you. “You're back just now? Wash your face first and we'll have dinner."

You rubbed your eyes. Was it because you're so tired that you're daydreaming?

“Caleb? Is that really you?”

A soup was cooking on the kitchen counter as Caleb departed. Reaching over, he put his hand on top of your head.

“Are you expecting another man then?”

You immediately shook your head. Your hands reached up to wrap around Caleb's wrist and untangle it from your hair before he patted your head again like a child.

“No way! I'm just surprised to see you here, at this hour... Aren't you busy with your mission at Skyhaven?”

"Everything went smoothly. So now I'll take a few days off."

“Why didn't you tell me you're coming? I thought the apartment was being robbed..."

Caleb reached out and pinched your cheek. It was painful. He said:

“What kind of thief would help you clean up this messy apartment and even cook for you because they knew you got off work this late?”

You rubbed the cheek that had just been pinched and frowned. “You don't need to pinch it so hard.”

Caleb laughed. He told you to quickly go inside to wash up and get changed while he finished cooking the soup. You obediently followed. How joyful it is to get home after a hectic day and see the one you love. All of a sudden, you forgot how tired you were after the long day.

The two of you had a simple meal. Caleb said that since it was late, you shouldn't eat too much. He observed you as you were enjoying your food. He had taken care of the apartment, made a trip to the grocery store and prepared your meal all day. What surprised and delighted you the most, though, was the fact that he was here. You had given Caleb a spare key a long time ago, but to be honest, you never thought he would pay a surprise visit. Due to work, you both had to live in two cities far apart.

After dinner, you threw yourself on the sofa and grabbed your laptop. Caleb got you a cup of warm water, then used his Evol to take the device out of your hands.

“I still have a report to finish…”

You wanted to get your laptop back, but Caleb turned it off and put it aside. "That's something you can't do right now." He stated. “Do you know what time it is? Shouldn't you be in bed? There are dark circles around your eyes.”

He used a finger to poke the thin skin below your eyes. It must be dark by now and somewhat made you look like a panda. You grimaced:

“Don't mess around, Caleb. I have a ton of work to get done.”

“I'm not messing with you either.” Caleb had a solemn expression. “You've been working hard for many days. Now you need to rest. I'm here to make sure of that.”

You let out a sigh. You were drawn into Caleb's embrace. Maybe he was right— you need to rest. Yet, the notion of the incomplete task made you feel quite uncomfortable.

You were a workaholic, and Caleb knew it. He therefore needed to be even more committed to getting you to give up the laptop.

“You're always working. It's hard to find some spare time with you." Caleb whispered as he rested his head on your hair.

You admitted you were a bit neglectful of Caleb, but that's because your job required extra work and concentration.

“I had to text Tara to find out you got off work at midnight.” Cale went on. “If you read the message, you'd know I've been here since noon.”

You raised up. At that time, you hurriedly reached for the phone on the table. As you opened it, you saw a series of messages and missed calls from Caleb.

“Oh… I'm really sorry…” You mumbled. “I really don't know where I left my phone…”

Caleb rubbed your shoulder, then pulled you back to the original position, leaning on his lap. "No problem. It's the price I pay for dating a girl who loves her job more than me."

You giggled as you pressed your face against his neck and gave him a breath tickle.

“I already apologized.”

He put his arms around your waist and gave you a gentle squeeze. Only when you were in his arms, listening to his heart beat, feeling his warmth and subtle scent, and only then could you stop acting tough. You could burst into tears. You could let the weight and pressure of work fall on your shoulders. For you knew, he would fight against the world with you.

Only then did you face your physical and mental fatigue and acknowledge that you were just too exhausted to handle everything at once.

“If you're truly sorry,” Caleb's monotone voice rang out as you gradually drifted off to sleep in his arms. “Then you must let me have you this whole weekend, okay?”

Pictures from Pinterest.

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nixthisis · 3 months ago

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MDNI! —#CALEB ( L&DS ) x IMPLIED FEM!READER

PAIRING: Caleb x Implied Fem! Reader (love and deepspace)- this part is pretty gn tbh but there's room for a part two that I would feel comfier writing with fem foundations! &. GENRE: established relationship, cheeky caleb with some suggestive at the end <3 &. WARNINGS: clothes manipulation? I lowkey messed around with the mind powers for fantasy idc, reader wears a skirt and is a little mean to him, pet names &. WORDCOUNT: 0.6k

nixnote; he's so gross im so in love with the him in my mind. :(( infold please don't ruin him i'll be very upset you don't know him like I do ( for legal reasons that is a joke ). I don't know the in's and out's of his power obviously nor do I really grasp telekinesis and what it can and can't entail but this was hot in my mind so I wrote it *shrug shoulders*

"quit it. I'm not playing" you warn him, hands cupping the material of your skirt to the curve of your behind- eye's redirecting to glare at him in hopes that it will deminish the joy he gets from using his evol to mess with you. It does momentarily, just long enough for him to sling his hands up in defence as though they were the body part to blame, laughing as he does so.

You huff out a deep, irritated breath that is paired with an eye roll equal in emotion as the covering begins to slink up the span of your thighs for the umpteenth time in the hour, "seriously Caleb?"

He's still pretending to be on guard. Eyes cast downward in concentration and hands held firmly by his head, palms outward, which does nothing for the anger levels rising with-in you. It espescially doesn't aid you when he pulls the fat of his lower lip between his teeth as he blatantly ignores you to refocus himself and get back to work- successfully rolling your attire a few more inches into the dange zone.

"Caleb!"- nothing, not even a response when you yank the skirt back down as far as it can sit.

"Okay, that's it. I'm going home"

That seems to snap him back too reality (woah there goes gravity), whining as you forcefully push you way past his side to return to the route you had came from- "ah baby! don't be like that, we haven't even gone for dinner yet!"

"I'm aware, go yourself" it's harsh, probably more than you intended but he's been pushing it for hours now- in public, "come back home when you can control yourself"

He nods, tall frame shrinking in on himself as he let's you leave- only opening his mouth enough to mumble that you should text him when your home as always. Something you know you would have done regardless.

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He returns in a way you've very much grown to expect from a Caleb who's been trod on ever so slightly, fingers clamped around a wonky boquet of miss matched flowers; colour scheme barely making sense.

"I um-" he starts, awkwardly parked at the foot of the bed, "I couldn't decided on just one bunch".

His sincerity washes over you with a pout that journeys to a delicate smile and you shimmy down the bed to hook your ankles behind his hips and pull him down on top of you- blooms falling from him as you do so. You take the time to spread your fingers through the hair at the base of his skull and tuck him face first into the skin of your neck; stretching ever so slightly to accommodate him, feeling his breath tickle before he even gets the chance to speak.

"Shush, just keep me company.." you pull slightly at the tufts in your hands, "... you've wound me up enough today"

Theres a snort of air that follows, lightening the weight of the statements thrown his way over the course of the day and you know it's better accepted when his chest shakes in tandem with your own- the breathiest 'yeah' meeting your ears during.

He lays with you for a while, unusually long for his typically busy self; hands and mind preferring to have a task to focus on in some form. and then you feel the slow circles as he begins to trace his way higher up the very same skirt, pausing to dig at the flesh with a singualr thumb.

"Caleb..." you sigh- eyes, voice and body grown heavy already and he's took to suckling at the perfumed skin at your throat, ignoring the tang in his mouth from your chosen scent.

"-m sorry pretty" he's low in his vocals, "just my hands this time? no mind games" he bargains, smirk pulling flush to your skin when you meet his wandering hands to guide them.

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Title: when the bough breaks Pairing: Sylus/MC Rating: MA Genre/Warnings: hurt/comfort, drama, romance, TLC, size kink, virgin MC, first time, all kinds of sexy stuff (for detailed tags please refer to AO3) Part: 2/7 Summary: After receiving an Evol injury that can only be treated by traditional means, you stay at his castle for a while to recover… Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59313988 ~~~ "Don't apologize", he whispers and cradles my face, making me look at him again. "I like it."

Suddenly my mouth feels very dry and I'm about to give my lips a lick when his thumb brushes over my bottom lip. I hold still and feel the blood rushing in my ears while I wait for his next move. Warm breath is shared between us, washing over my face, reassuring and comforting. I want to swallow but I literally can't move a single muscle. My gaze is fixed on his lips - though nothing happens. His grip on my face relaxes and his hand slowly brushes down until it lays on the pillow between us.

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bullyingfictionalmen · 29 days ago

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Crow’s Lullaby

Summary: The year: 1925. The place: Linkon City. ‘Evol’ as a concept is only just being studied. A young singer with a sordid past and an infamous criminal with a penchant for jazz cross paths, perhaps not for the first time. She’s chasing her dreams, he might be the only person in the city with the sway to keep her safe. But will teaming up bring mysteries to light, or will it seal their doom?

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Word Count: 1.9k

CW: violence, main story/anecdote spoilers, fem!MC, eventual smut

1: A Siren Sings in an Empty Room

When you got the job at Sour Note, it was just waiting tables. You knew the jazz club held secrets that its meager stage belied, but the owner, Luke, had nearly laughed you out of the interview when you proposed a steady singing gig.

“Listen, doll, you’ve got guts, but moxie don’t pay the bills. You think a waif like you with no name recognition could draw a crowd, much less keep ‘em hooked ‘til the fifth cocktail?”

“You haven’t even heard me sing! What if—” but your plea fell on deaf ears. It was all you could do to convince him to let you wash dishes in the back.

But everything changes one slow, rainy night. Fall is fading fast, succumbing to winter’s biting chill. The club is nearly empty after the dinner rush dies, save a few regulars in the back having a hushed conversation. Their faces are obscured by cigar smoke, nowhere near needing assistance. Bored, you feel your eyes wandering toward the ornate grand piano, as they often do when you have a free moment. Unlike the rest of the muted décor, Sour Note’s piano is pristine, glossy, even. It’s old, but has clearly been treated with the utmost care. Luke has told you on multiple occasions that if you touch it, he’ll cut off your thumbs.

But Luke’s not here tonight. Your fingers are practically itching, and one little song couldn’t hurt. Quietly, you slide onto the bench, mind racing, hands hovering over the keys. For a moment, you feel paralyzed with uncertainty. Your throat clenches, your chest is heavy. No big deal, you reassure yourself. No one will find out. This is just for me.

You begin to sing, softly at first. Your breathing is a little unsteady, your hands are stiff. But as you continue your performance, the fear melts away. In its place swells the joy of pure artistic expression, the satisfaction of doing what you love. Your voice, a rich and warm contrast to this dreary evening, seems to soar and fill the room. The gentle, twinkling piano flows beneath it like magic. When the last note rings out, you feel an unabashed grin lighting up your face. Your dream has come true, if only for a moment.

Show, sharp applause breaks you out of your trance in an instant. Your gaze darts to the table of regulars, but they aren’t the source of it. At some point during the song, a gentleman you’ve never seen before has entered the club. Your panicked brain hones in on each striking feature, silver-white hair that’s perfectly mussed in spite of the rain, blazing red eyes, a neatly-pressed suit with a leather jacket draped over his broad shoulders. He exudes the kind of nonchalant self-assurance you’ve only ever associated with the exorbitantly wealthy. He’s lounging on one of the sofas like he owns the place, eyeing you with an intensity that makes you want to crouch down and hide like a scolded child.

“Well, now,” he drawls, standing up and taking a step toward the stage. His voice is so deep and melodic that it makes you shiver. “I’m shocked. I wasn’t aware that Luke had booked a musical guest for this evening.”

You feel a blush creeping all the way to your ears. Debate lying and lightly playing it off. But something about this man’s demeanor, the wry arch of his eyebrow, makes you feel like he can read your every thought. All possible excuses die before they can reach your lips. “He… he didn’t.”

The man laughs softly, and you’re sure he already knew that. “I see. Bold, aren’t we, kitten? There are few who would dare to lay hands on my mother’s piano. But you really gave it your all, so I’ll let it slide.”

You gasp, hands jerking away from the keys like you’ve been burned. “Your… mother’s…?”

The man’s lips quirk into a sly grin. “No need to be scared. Instruments are meant to be played, right?” He steps up onto the stage, looming over you. “Though I do like that pretty ‘o’ your mouth makes when you’re surprised.”

Your hands fly to cover your face. You try desperately to think of something, anything intelligent to say. Maybe, ‘sorry’? Or, ‘who are you?’. But all you can focus on is your heartbeat pounding in your ears, the pleasant, spicy smell of his cologne, and the imminent possibility of unemployment. When you feel composed enough to peek between your fingers, you find him staring at you again, chin propped up on his palm, an amused glint in his eyes.

“Are you a little calmer now?” You manage a nod, and the man gestures to the bench. “Scoot over a bit.”

Your conscious mind barely registers his request, but you do as he bid on instinct. When he sits down next to you, the soft leather of his jacket brushes against your arm. There’s barely enough room for the two of you, and you curl in on yourself a bit until he taps your shoulder. “You can relax. I won’t bite. And I won’t tell Luke about your little solo act.”

You raise your head so you can look him in the eyes. “Really?”

“It wouldn’t matter if I did, though.” The man says, absently running his fingers over the keys. “The person with final say on hiring and firing is the owner.”

You blink. “But Luke, isn’t he—?”

“He’s been kind enough to watch over this place for me while I’m indisposed.” As if to accentuate his words, the man plays a light little arpeggio.

“Do you own other businesses, Mister, um—”

“Sylus,” he offers you a handshake, and you take it, still a little hesitant. But you give him your own name. “To your question, I guess you could say I have my fingers in a variety of pots in Linkon CIty. Music just happens to be a fascination of mine.”

“For your mother, too?” The question spills out before you can wonder if he’d find it rude.

Sylus looks a bit taken aback, but his expression clouds with something you haven’t seen from him before. Fondness. You find yourself marveling at the way the emotion softens the intensity of his features. “She did love music. Jazz in particular. She would have been a great pianist herself, in different circumstances.”

This time, you know better than to pry. “I’m sorry for touching something of hers without asking. It’s a beautiful instrument, and I’m sure it means a lot to you.”

A low laugh rumbles in his chest, and you feel a twinge of warmth at such a lovely sound. “Quite alright. But, if I may ask, what spurred you to play that song in particular?”

You cross your hands in your lap, humming in thought. “Well, ‘Crow’s Lullaby’ was on one of the records my granny used to play all the time at the house. She loved to twirl around as she cooked or cleaned, singing her heart out into a ladle or a hairbrush. She was tone-deaf, but my brother and I still loved to dance and cheer her on. When I was a little older, she brought home a spinet from the antique shop, and that was the first song I learned to play on it. She… cried when I sang it for her.” Feeling a little misty, you swallow thickly, wiping at the corners of your eyes and forcing a smile. “Anyway, I guess it’s what I think of first when I get a chance to perform.”

“I see. She must’ve been a great inspiration to you. A prime reason you want to be a professional.”

Your spine goes rigid at his spot-on observation. Holding back a sheepish smile, you fiddle with a stray strand of your hair. “Am I so obvious that you can smell my desperation?”

“That’s not how I’d put it,” Sylus’ crimson eyes linger on you a moment, and you fight the urge to squirm under his scrutiny. “I noticed because you carry yourself like a performer. When you sing, I sense not only raw talent, but years of practice that make those notes seem effortless.”

His straightforward praise leaves you speechless for a moment, your heart rendered gooey as melted chocolate. “Th-Thank you. You’re too kind.”

“No, just observant,” Sylus asserts. “That, and Luke complained to me a few months ago about an audacious, unproven girl looking for a singing gig at my club.” Your blush returns full force, as does Sylus’ smirk. “Does your grandmother know you’re working here?”

You shake your head, gaze falling to your lap. “She, um, passed away a few months ago.”

“Ah… My condolences.”

The conversation lulls. As the silence stretches on, a strange, fluttering urgency takes hold of you. A desire to maintain whatever tenuous connection you have to this man. “D-Do you play the piano, Sylus? Or sing?”

“I do play a little,” Sylus’ lips curve upward. “As for singing, it’s one of my greatest loves. Unfortunately, I’ve been informed that I’m a little… tone-deaf. That’s actually the story behind the club’s name—a bit of a self-effacing joke.”

“Huh. Somehow, that’s hard to believe.”

“What makes you say that, kitten? Teasing me for my faults?”

“Not at all. I just thought that with a voice like yours, you could enthrall anyone with a song.”

“’Enthrall’ them…? What an interesting choice of words. They bring to mind sirens at sea.” Sylus’ eyes twinkle with mirth, and you’re one more embarrassment away from bolting into the rain. I can’t believe I just said that.

You turn away, squeezing your eyes shut. “S-Sorry, that’s, um… I meant—”

“So quick to cower,” Sylus muses, his fingers gently guiding your face toward his, “but you shouldn’t apologize.” Your eyes meet his again, and it’s not just his voice that enraptures you. “I could only ever feel flattered by such praise, delivered straight from a siren’s lips.”

His words are a spell, a honeyed incantation that robs you of all your sense. Your lashes flutter, red lips parted slightly as if a kiss is a forgone conclusion. There’s no doubt in your mind that if anyone here is a siren, it’s Sylus. Your fingers trace his forearm before clutching the fabric of his sleeve. Your breaths mingle, your eyelids fall closed in anticipation, and then—

“This damn weather! I swear I’m going to—” The two of you jolt apart at the sound of Luke’s loud, disgruntled voice. When the man catches sight of you sitting at the piano, his nostrils flare, eyes bulging in disbelief. “What in Astra’s name are you doing over there? How many times do I have to tell you, brat? Lemme see those thumbs—"

“Luke,” Sylus’ chides, but his tone is placid, without a hint of the regret or unease that leaves you silent and paralyzed, “I told her it was alright.”

Luke scrunches his brow and scoffs. “That’s rich, Boss, considering all the times you’ve threatened my life over that old thing. ‘Luke, if there’s so much as a smudge on that piano, I swear I’ll rip off your di—‘”

“Don’t be so dramatic.” Sylus rolls his eyes. “I merely told you to be careful, and you have been. Besides, this one bent the rules in service of a greater good. Now, Luke, break out our best bottle of gin. I believe a celebration is in order.”

Your eyes go wide. There are many speakeasies around the city—hell, you’ve been to a fair few—but alcohol is illegal, and it’s unusual to discuss it so brazenly. “A celebration…?”

“Why, yes,” Sylus winks. He offers you a hand, helping you stand up from the bench before he leans down to kiss your knuckles. “In honor of your new job.”

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letteraddressedtothefire · 6 months ago

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Empyrean (Love and Deepspace Xavier fanfic)

Xavier’s lightblade flickers weakly in his hand. "Asteria, there's something I need to do," he says, his voice strained and barely above a whisper. "But it will drain me completely."

She spins to face him, her eyes wide with desperation. "No, Xavier. There has to be another way. Use my Evol. We can combine our Evols and obliterate them."

He shakes his head, his expression resolute. "If I use your Evol, it will drain you as well. I can’t let that happen."

Asteria grabs his arm, her grip fierce despite her exhaustion. "I don’t care about the consequences. We do this together, or not at all."

He closes his eyes, savoring the brief moment of her warmth against him. Then, with a heavy heart, he gently pulls her behind him protectively.

“Xavier, no, you can’t—” she begs, but he is already channeling his remaining Evol into a dazzling dance of light engulfing the shadows. The world erupts in a blinding, all-consuming flash. The Luminivores scream as they disintegrate in the pure, radiant light. The Tezcatlipoca roars, its monstrous form being obliterated by the onslaught.

The intensity of the blast forces Asteria to shield her eyes. She feels the immense power washing over her, but instead of pain, she is enveloped in a cocoon of warmth. The light, so searing and destructive to the Wanderers, wraps around her like a safe haven, tender and protective. It is as if the very essence of Xavier's soul is cradling her, reassuring her amidst the chaos. When the light finally fades, she opens her eyes to see the battlefield cleared of Wanderers, the aftermath only the faint glow of the Protocores on the ground.

Asteria turns frantically, searching for Xavier. Her heart plummets when she sees him collapsed on the ground, completely still. "Xavier!" she screams, rushing to his side. She drops to her knees, cradling his head in her lap.

"Xavier, wake up! Please, wake up," she pleads, her voice breaking. She touches his face, his skin unnaturally cold. Panic grips her as she shakes him gently, then more forcefully. "No, I'm not going to lose you. Not today, not ever," she mutters fiercely, her tears mingling with the dirt and blood on her face.

Her eyes catch the red collar glinting ominously around his neck. The sight fills her with dread, but she refuses to give in to despair. In a desperate attempt, she places her hand on his chest, feeling the faint pulse of his heart, the slight remnants of his light Evol still flickering.

Summoning her remaining strength, she activates her own Evol, Resonance. Warmth spreads from her hand, intertwining with the faint glimmers of Xavier's light. "Come back to me," she whispers, her voice trembling. "Please, Xavier, come back to me."

As the Resonance flows between them, Asteria feels a connection spark to life. Memories flood her mind— Xavier’s memories.

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eirakairos · 1 day ago

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Rendezvous Chapter 4

Chapter summary: “As you know I kind of sneaked out,” she said, albeit embarrassed. “And my mother… She is not pretty when angry,” she continued. Sylus smiled, amused. “I doubt she is not pretty, but seeing what you did, I can see how angry she will be,” he responded.

A/N: My partner made me finish this fiction, he told me to be more confident in writing lol He is a Zayne in spirit

Words: 3,576

Tags: Hurt/comfort, character death implied!, MC being a mother, MC and Sylus' child, don't worry this is angst but with happy ending, Sylus is a girl dad hands down

You are getting ready hastily for your trip in search of your daughter. You woke up in the morning and she was not on her bed. You searched and asked the people in the tribe. You assumed she sneaked in again with the warriors, they are the only ones who left the tribe for hunting. She did ask if she could come with them, which you declined. You anxiously waited for them to return, only to be surprised that your daughter was not with them. It made you become desperate and have to search the grasslands yourself.

You learned that the warriors saw a lone ship nearby, you didn’t like your thoughts upon hearing that, but you knew how capable your daughter was. She is the daughter of Sylus after all. You don’t know what is going on, but you will find that ship and search for her.

The little girl was excited to go back to the tribe, especially since she brought someone important to her mother, besides the fact Sylus and her made a deal.

“Okay, uhh… You stay here for a bit,” the little girl said as she gave Mephisto back to him. Sylus raised his eyebrow as she sheepishly looked at the tribe. “As you know I kind of sneaked out,” she said, albeit embarrassed. “And my mother… She is not pretty when angry,” she continued. Sylus smiled, amused. “I doubt she is not pretty, but seeing what you did, I can see how angry she will be,” he responded. If his assumption is right, he knows what kind of reaction her mother will have. The little girl pouted. “Just stay here and hide, I’ll go in and check,” she said as she ushered him behind the barrels.

She continued to walk alone towards the tribe but saw someone walking towards her. She gasped. “Mama?” Upon confirming who she was seeing, she ran towards you. “Mama!” You are surprised as you are set off to find the person that is running towards you. You closed the gap and embraced her tightly, nearly in tears. “Thank the gods you are safe!” You cradled her tightly, and all of the worry washed away. “Where have you been?! Did you sneak out?!” You said with anger and stopped at her guilty face. “I’m sorry, Mama… I sneaked in while the warriors were traveling… But I’m safe, don’t worry! Someone helped me,” Your daughter looked down. You sighed. “You are in big trouble! I told you to stay! Who helped you? If he is outside the tribe, I told you not to trust strangers,” you said and crossed your arms. “Don’t worry, he is a friend, he helped me get back here safely,” she reassured. You exhaled in relief, you were going mad as you didn’t want to lose her.

She looked at a certain distance and looked back at you. “Mama, I wanted to see something…”

Sylus waited and became antsy while holding Mephisto, distracting himself while looking at his broken wing. He stopped when he heard the little girl call out to her mother. His heart is beating fast upon hearing your voice. Then he felt the little girl’s Evol was being used, similar to what he did to you many years ago. He peeked, seeing your beauty in view. You didn’t change one bit, you looked just like in his dreams and the time before he lost you. He blinked and grounded himself, sinking that he was not dreaming. After five grueling years, he believed and the fates had given him mercy.

Suddenly her eyes glowed red. She heard a woman’s voice again, she heard her name and someone else, named Sylus. Her powers dissipated as you broke your thoughts, slowly realizing what she had done. The little girl was surprised, learning that the man and your desires are aligned. “How… How did you learn that?!” you said. “Mama, you miss him a lot, don't you?” your daughter asked. You blinked at her sudden question. “My father… Sylus,” Your breathing hitched in hearing his name in your daughter’s voice, you didn’t talk to her much about him as you were preparing to tell her when you return to the city with her. “You knew…” Maybe it is indeed time to tell her what happened. “He… I missed him so much… I wanted to go back but the tribe didn’t have a much safer mode of travel and it takes very long,” you said, finally telling her why you want to move. “What does my father look like?” she asked. You gave a tender look at her. “You looked like him,” you patted her head. “You acted like him, too,” You spoke softly, tears forming. “Whenever I look at you, you remind me of him. A reminder of his love… But…” you shuddered. “I started to think he might’ve given up or is happy elsewhere,” You saw your daughter’s face change as if she disagreed with you.

“But are you still waiting for him?” she asked.

“Yes, always, despite it being a long time ago, my heart can’t help but wait for him,” You responded.

His heart skipped a beat as the little girl, his daughter, spoke his name and referred to him as her father, and you didn’t deny it. His observation was true. If you only knew that he didn’t stop searching after the tragedy. He searched everywhere, only for his daughter to be a bridge towards you. He felt guilt as you probably felt lonely and helpless, raising the child on your own. He wiped out everyone involved in your presumed death, he exhausted all of his resources to find clues if you’re alive or not. He doesn’t know if you are alive or not. Even if you are alive, he often thinks you might’ve been moved on too. He took a big gamble and he won.

Your daughter smiled as she wiped your tears away. You chuckled. “Okay, I’ll tell you more later,” you sniffed. “I promise I will… It's just… Where is your friend?” you asked. “I wanted to thank him,” You are still wary of who your daughter is talking about, but you are glad she is safe.

Your daughter stood up and went to the barrels. She is urging him to come out.

Sylus hears his daughter’s footsteps before seeing her form. Still hooded, she reaches out to him. They will have a conversation, but they both know what their relationship is now. This is it, now or never, after those years of waiting…

You went breathless seeing the person standing up and appearing beside her.

The tall man with white hair and red eyes. You trembled as his eyes met with you, immediately his eyes softened after the initial shock. It felt like time had stopped as if it was not almost five years since you two last saw each other. His appearance never changed, he is still the handsome yet stubborn man you fell in love with. You ran as fast as you could and jumped when you reached him as if scared of being parted with him again. His arms automatically wrap around your waist and spin you around, just like after he won in the grasslands. You and Sylus remained embraced to each other, savoring the moments of reunion. You cried on his shoulder, in years of him following you, this is the time you are very happy he did. You both stumbled down on the grass, embracing as Sylus buried his face in your neck, feeling your skin and heartbeats.

“You’re here… You’re finally here,” you murmured.

“Apologies, it took a while,” he said. “My kitten… Kittens found a really good hiding spot,” You released your embrace from him, you missed it already but have another important thing to do. Both of you looked at the little girl, being very happy and in tears witnessing her parents meeting again.

“Sylus, I… I did want to tell you,” you said sadly. “That time… In our rendezvous, I was going to tell you, we had a little one,” You gestured for your daughter to go nearer which she did. “And here she is… Our daughter,”

The daughter smiled at seeing Sylus a bit awkward, different from when she first met him. She does feel awkward too, being officially met as father and daughter. Sylus wrapped his arms around her and tugged her gently closer. Sylus remembered the dream of having a little girl with you and even when he saw only the baby, the baby just looked like her. Since their first meeting, they have felt this connection, their usage of Evols did help despite it being a tense situation. The daughter parted the embrace and Sylus patted her head. “Sweetie, your hair is not ‘weird’, I will talk to anyone who says that to you,”

Relief and happiness abounded in the tribe upon the arrival of Sylus, as the longing waiting was finally over. “I entrusted them now to you,” the healer said. Four of you are seated in her tent, her being in the front. Sylus nodded. “I truly am grateful for your kindness in taking care of my partner and daughter,”

You blushed when he said “partner”. His mouth curled a bit as if he saw your reaction. “I had a feeling you wanted me to call you a different one,” he smirked. You blushed harder, making your daughter roll her eyes and the healer became amused.

“Have a safe journey, it will be a long while, but with your ship, it's much faster,” she said. “Yes, I have called some of my staff to aid our return,” he responded. You looked at how respectful Sylus was. You assumed the staff he was talking about were Luke and Kieran.

“If you need protection or a better location for the tribe, please don’t hesitate to reach out. I would gladly provide in exchange for providing safety to them,” he said. The elder looked at him before pondering. “We just need supplies for the tribe’s next journey, if you could provide them, we would appreciate it,” she responded. Sylus nodded. “Alright, I will send the provisions,”

“I do want to ask,” the healer said. The tribe had prepared a feast to celebrate Sylus's reunion with you. You are clapping along with the music and your daughter is playing with the other kids. “Do you plan on marrying her?” she asked. Sylus looked at you two. “I was going to… But now, I’m more determined to do so,” The healer nodded. “Good,” she replied. “I have witnessed her waiting for many years. She did plan to go back to the city to find you but the little one is too young to traverse such a long travel,” she explained. “It is understandable,” he replied. “Many of the warriors fancy her… We did have a saying “Whoever takes them, keeps them”... But her heart didn’t change.” Sylus lowered his gaze and focused on you.

After the feast, everyone retired to their tents, including you, your daughter, and Sylus. Your daughter was sleeping from the festivities and is resting on her bed. It was endearing to see her being carried by her father earlier.

Now, this leaves Sylus and you, going to sleep together on your tiny bed.

You sighed. “Just like the grasslands,” he said, with mirth in his eyes. “I’m tired, so I’m going to sleep,” You proceeded to lie down on your side, face away from Sylus. Sylus followed but is facing your back. Both felt awkward, especially you, as it's been years since you’ve been together.

“Are you sure? You seemed not to be falling asleep because of how loud your heartbeat is,” he whispered. You felt your face getting hot, especially hearing that deep voice again. He whispered your name. “I want to see you… I missed you, Miss Hunter,” he said, with a tinge of sadness. You contemplated, he is real and is behind you. You turned around but your eyes looked away in shyness. “It’s been years… I’m not Miss Hunter anymore, Sylus,” you spoke. “I realized that… When I return, I just want to live my life with my daughter. Too many losses and that event, it is tiring,” you said, opening up your thoughts to him for years. You feel embarrassed as it was your first meeting with him after many years. You looked at Sylus; his eyes looked the same, but you saw and felt he had also been through a lot.

“Then don’t… Just be the mother of my child and my beloved,” he said with love and intention. You smiled, he was endlessly understanding. You sighed and shook a bit. Sylus moved and wrapped his arms around you, you didn’t protest as you missed his embrace. His arms are big and rough but they are comforting. You returned the gesture. “I’ve been seeing your ships and wondered if you are searching for me,” you said. “Don’t wonder,” Sylus replied. “Whatever your doubtful thoughts are about me for those years, dispel them,” You nodded as the warmth enveloping you lulled you to sleep. “I won’t let you leave me… Never again,” he said as your peaceful thoughts went to dreamland.

“Luke and Kieran should be arriving anytime soon… Most likely today,” Sylus said as he was helping you carry bags. As the imminent departure was coming, you were busy packing your and your daughter’s things. Your daughter is playing with Mephisto, whose wing got fixed. “Well, glad my daughter didn’t share the animosity I had with that bird,” you chuckled. “Why didn’t you like Mephisto, Mama? He is adorable!” she said in glee. The crow cawed as he landed on her shoulder. “See? My daughter agrees with me,” Sylus said, amused.

“Because he followed me everywhere, he is also annoying,” you responded. Mephisto cawed at you. “He protected us, Mama! He flew to see the tribe on the way back!” your daughter reasoned. You sighed; you felt you were talking to a mini Sylus. Sylus was amused at the interaction. He felt content just seeing his future wife and his daughter. He would arrange lots of things once they returned to the N109 Zone.

“Miss Hunter!” the two men screamed upon throwing themselves to you. You were excited to see Luke and Kieran after so many years. Despite being Sylus’ henchmen, they hang out with you often and assist you under Sylus’ orders. Sylus just stared at you three, amused but wanting to warn the two not to get too close. The two did part with you. “It’s nice to see you two again! Was the travel too long?” you asked. “Yes! This ship is the fastest we have and it took a day!” Luke said. You smiled, knowing that if you went the normal way, the travel would take longer and that’s in the nearest city alone. “Ah,” you said as you gestured to your daughter and pointed at the twins. “These are your… Uncles, Luke and Kieran. This is my daughter,” you introduced. The twins gasped, you could tell that they were emotional at seeing a little Sylus, the child they discovered when they were investigating what happened to you. The twins threw themselves at the little girl and carried her around. She was shocked, then giggled and enjoyed being high up and carried around. “Well, that went easier than I thought,” you said as you stood beside Sylus, observing them having fun. Sylus lets them have fun for a bit before helping them load their things on the ship.

As the ship was getting ready, you went to the tents to bid farewell to the tribe, especially the elders and the healer. “Our warrior princess, here. May this protect your family,” The warriors gave a small box to your daughter. She opened it and gasped, seeing a wonderful dagger. It is similar to the one Sylus had that made you two go to the grasslands. You are worried that your daughter will use it by any means, while Sylus is proud as his daughter is a fighter, like them.

“Here, a gift for that special occasion,” the healer said as she gave a box to Sylus. Sylus looked satisfied even though he had not opened it, as if he knew what was inside. “Thank you,” he replied. “We would be off, may your travels be safe,” he followed. You and your daughter waved as the ship’s hatch was slowly closing and were teary-eyed as you will miss them, you enjoyed their company and appreciated their kindness. But you know that you don’t belong there, now that Sylus has found you, it is fated that you’ll return.

Luke and Kieran take charge of piloting the ship because they want their boss to spend time and catch up with his new family. As your daughter and Sylus were taking a nap, you went to the kitchen as you heard the twins talking.

“We finally found them, after years of searching,” Luke said. “Let’s hope Boss would finally do the thing again,”

“I think he will do it since he was going to but… She was taken away from him. I don’t think he will waste time now,” Kieran said.

What is this thing they are talking about? You thought.

“Five years of nonstop investigation and cleaning up the people responsible, man, I’m beat,” Luke said. “I needed a vacation,” he chuckled.

“We are going to be busy in the next weeks,” Kieran followed. “It’s been a couple of hours, but Boss did change instantly,” Luke nodded. “He was really… Unapproachable for years, he was much scarier,” he said. “And it was flipped when we saw him now,”

“Especially in being with his daughter… There is something that changed in him,” Kieran said. “Boss really fell to our Miss Hunter,” Luke chuckled.

You blushed in response as you quietly returned to the room.

You entered with snacks and a glass of water and lay beside him, hearing the engine humming. Looking at your daughter and… Future husband sleeping. You can feel your face getting warmer at the thought, of getting married to Sylus. The time you learn you are having a child with him, it adds more to the sealing the deal in settling down with him.

You felt large arms enveloping you from behind and warm breathing on your neck. “Did you leave?” he asked.

“Yeah, I was getting some food and water,” you said. He was clingy, but you understood why he acted like that. “I guess what you said is true then,”

“Hmm?”

“Whatever your doubtful thoughts are about me for those years, dispel them,” you repeated what he said that night. Sylus hummed and made you turn around. You squeaked in surprise as he looked sternly at you. “A former faction betrayed and took you and our daughter away, they had to pay for what they did. Then I had to search the entire planet, despite everything being against me, and had to move on. I felt you were still with me, I wished every time you and our daughter survived… If you’re thinking of me being happy, being moved on, lounging around, and being with other women, then you are hugely mistaken, sweetie,” Your heart is pounding, thoughts are flying away as you hear his words. In his ruby eyes, you can feel the pain he went through. “Is that what you wanted to hear, my beloved?” You were speechless as he pulled you closer. “Those five years are the most painful experience I had,” he followed. “It’s not fighting to become a leader of Onychinus, nor being in a very shitty situation in battle… I wish I could’ve seen our daughter’s birth, celebrating her first birthday, seeing her grow…” he said, his eyes showing sadness. He is probably thinking of how to get his daughter’s heart since he missed a lot. You relaxed as you cupped his face. “I’m here now, my beloved,” you said, showing reassurance. “Our daughter knows more than you think she does,” you said. “It won’t be long, especially on how persistent her father is,” you followed. He smirked, making the mood lighten. “We are here now, with you,” you whispered. “Our daughter is literally a mini you, it won’t be that hard for you,”

“Oh no,” he retorted. “She was like you, kitten… She has your feistiness and was easily impressed. Nonetheless, she is my princess and will be treated as such when we return,” he said and you smiled. There was a comfortable silence. “How did you two meet anyway?” you asked, amused.

“He attacked me,” a voice was heard. You two looked at your little girl, her back was turned but she was awake.

“What?” you said, bewildered. “He used his power thingy when I was only watching him,” she said. There was silence again as you tried to imagine what happened and Sylus was frozen in the realization by her statement, that he hurt his daughter but swearing with all of his riches and heart that he didn’t. “Sylus!” you said. He touched his nose bridge, remembering how confused he was when a little kid was sneaking up on him.

As her parents try to explain to each other, especially on her father’s part, their daughter smiles as she lulls herself back to sleep, happy that her family is finally complete.

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Chapter 9. Midnight Stealth

I stared at the flickering digits of my phone clock, anxiety twisting in my gut as the seconds slipped away—only three minutes till midnight. The closer I approached his room the more my palms were sweating. Who was I kidding, like I could create a mental barrier in three measly hours. I paused outside his study, heart racing, when I spotted the Heroine lurking just ahead—her gun cocked and ready, poised between determination and despair as he opened the door.

"This time for sure, I'll..." she began, but Sylus' exasperated sigh cut her off.

"...I know. I'll go now." She says defeated before turning around and walking out his front door.

"I told you not to be late." He grins, closing the distance, and I look at my phone. It's only a minute past midnight.

"No, that's not fair she was here! She would have seen me!" I retorted, my hand instinctively raised in protest.

"That's not my problem," he shot back, a teasing glint in his eyes as he pulled me into his room. The fireplace crackled softly, flames dancing like whispers in the night, and as I stared into the mesmerizing glow, a nagging sense of something lost flickered just beyond my grasp, teasing me with the promise of forgotten truths. I feel like I'm forgetting something, something important but I can't seem to place my finger on it.

"Come here," he beckons, his arm outstretched like a lifeline, and I grasp his hand almost instinctively. In that heartbeat, time seems to suspend, an eerie déjà vu washing over me. This sort of moment makes me feel like this isn't the first time I've done this before, perhaps in another lifetime.

"When are you going to let her find the brooch?" I ask, feeling the surprising coolness of his hand against my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth I had come to expect.

"Her and I had a deal, but you and I can make one as well," he replies, our gazes locking in a moment heavy with unspoken tension.

"What deal would you have me make?" I ask, my curiosity mingled with uncertainty, and after a brief pause, he considers.

"If you take the brooch from me first, you can come with me to the auction instead," he proposes, his fingers trailing a slow path up my arm, igniting a shiver of reluctant desire that dances down my spine.

"What if I don't want to go?" I challenge, my eyes dropping to the floor, but he draws me in closer. He tilts my chin upward, forcing me to meet his gaze that melts me. As his right eye begins to glow, a shadow of power flickers in the air between us. Suddenly, I hear it—a voice echoing in my mind, familiar yet distorted, sounding eerily like my own.

Sylus, please live.

You have to live!

Don't let her devour you!

He releases my chin, surprise flickering across his face and I clutch my head as a sharp pain surges through my temple.

"What was that?" I inquire. Confusion lacing my words when I catch a glimpse of his pained expression, a rare sight.

"Nothing but a distant nightmare," he brushes off too quickly, a response that feels uncharacteristically dismissive.

"What did you see?" I press, and he tenderly brushes the ends of my short hair, each touch igniting an unfamiliar warmth that contradicts the familiarness it feels at the same time.

"Your desires, have you forgotten already?" he replies, sinking onto his bed and with a swift motion he pulls me down beside him. I attempt to pull away, but he holds me firmly against his body wrapping a blanket around us with a fluid wave of his hand employing his Evol.

"If you don't want to go tomorrow, what do you want?" he asks, his words deep and earnest. I pause, aware of the rapid rhythm of his heartbeat, which sounds as if it's in a frantic race.

"I never said I didn't want to go," I responded, pinching the bridge of my nose. The headache doesn't seem to be subsiding and appears to be getting worse. Sylus places his cool hand on my forehead, a soothing gesture.

"The brooch is first come, first serve," he states, and as my eyes flutter shut, I can't shake the looming thought that this could upset the natural order of things. After all, wasn't he destined for the Heroine? My mind grows muddled, the edges of consciousness blurring as I drift into a reluctant sleep.

The world around me feels like it's engulfed in flames, a hellscape where ash rains from the sky like a mournful blessing. Distorted echoes of screams and thunderous explosions ripple through the air, intensifying the chaos that swirls around me. I scan the scene, my heart plummeting as I spot Sylus in his true form with a sword piercing his chest. Panic tightens its grip on me, rendering my feet as heavy as lead, yet I force myself to run toward him. The Heroine stands enraptured, seemingly lost in a trance while I drop to my knees. I wrap my arms around his waist, my body trembling with despair.

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes and the edges of my vision blur as I take in the horrifying sight. Blood streaming down his back, pooling around us like a cruel reminder of fate's designs.

Sylus mumbles something, but the words are drowned out by the chorus of anguish and devastation that surrounds us. I can't let this happen. I refuse to let history repeat itself.

"Mephisto, wake up." A voice pierces the haze, pulling me back to the present. I blink against the dim light, finding myself lying on my back while Sylus gently wipes the sweat from my brow with a cool towel.

"You had a nightmare, I thought it best to wake you." he murmurs, his voice soothing my fear and anxiety I feel. I sit up slowly, gratitude flooding through me to be out of that nightmare.

"Thanks," I reply, offering a meek smile as he tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear with an intimacy that unnerves yet comforts me. Why does he keep doing this?

"What do you get if I take her spot?" I ask, my implication heavy, hinting at more than just the auction.

"Who said it was her spot to begin with?" He counters, crossing his arms. I mean technically it was a game that said so but is that enough? I swore I had seen them together before in our past lives but lately it feels like things are blurring together.

"Don't worry about what I gain from this," he says, and it feels like my stomach is filled with butterflies. I never really thought I could change anything. Can I really change fate? I hardly remember much from the game except for the big auction, getting the Aether Core, and how Sylus and the Heroine were linked by the Evol Linkage, which showed they were meant to be together because Fate wanted to strengthen their bond. But what if I took her place? Would everything stay the same, or would everything shift entirely?

"Don't think too hard, your fever finally broke. I don't want it to go back up, or the deal's off, and you won't be going—whether you find the brooch first or not." He says this as I stare at him for a moment. Sylus is worth it. No matter if he and the Heroine were destined, I would do anything to save him. He deserves happiness after everything he's faced and all he's done for me.

"You have a deal. If I get the brooch before her, you let me go in her stead." I met his gaze, my determination renewed. He pats my head, and his hand feels warm. I grasp his hand and press it to my cheek.

"And the little bird acts like a kitten once more," he says, brushing his thumb over my cheek and chuckling lightly.

"You're one to talk," I shoot back, then gently return his hand to his side. I stand up, and he steps to follow me.

"I look forward to seeing this new determination of yours," he says as I grab the handles. My cheeks flush as I take this as him cheering me on.

"Wait," we have an unexpected guest. I sigh before transforming into my crow form and flying to the perch across from the window. The sunlight begins to flow through the window. I hear a gasp as the Heroine is caught by Sylus and brought to her knees once more. He walks over to his bookshelf of vinyl collections before deciding on one and placing it in his vintage gramophone.

"Have I underestimated your determination or overestimated your intellect?" he muses, a sly smile tugging at his lips.

"You're the one who suggested a deal. But now you're making things difficult—" she retorts, her gaze dropping to the floor.

"You'll have to work harder," he replies, stepping closer. Grabbing her wrist, he starts to pull her towards the door.

"L-let go...! What are you doing?" she protests, struggling against his firm grip.

"Leave, I'm going to bed," he states, pushing her out of the room with an air of finality.

"You?!" she yells back, a mix of anger and disbelief etched across her face.

"You too," he adds, glancing at me. I roll my eyes, flapping my wings in resignation as I exit the room, gliding down the hall. I catch sight of Luke and Kieran in the dining room and shift back to my human form, snagging a shiny red apple from the counter before sinking into a seat to gather my thoughts.

"Where have you been, Meph?" Kieran asks, lounging casually on the table, while Luke settles into the seat across from him.

"You've been gone so long that we ended up making a whole set of emoticons based on your crow form," Luke adds, his tone exasperated and playful.

"Just the usual—battling with my own morality, you know?" I respond, taking a crunchy bite of the juicy apple.

"When are we going to hang out and play?" Luke presses, and I pause feeling a little guilty, realizing it has indeed been a while since we all spent time together.

"How would you both feel if I needed to be a bit busy for a little while longer? Like, say, attending the auction instead of our... guest?" I ask, hesitantly glancing up at them.

"You and the boss?! Hell yeah! You owe me $100!" Luke exclaims, slapping Kieran playfully on the back.

"Wait, but have any of you confessed or kissed?" Kieran cuts in, blocking Luke's playful hits as curiosity sparking in their eyes.

"What?! No, what are you talking about?" I stammer, my bright red face betraying me completely. They both freeze for a moment and exchange knowing glances, the realization hitting them hard.

"Well, it sounds like you both have a long way to go. We'll support you, Meph, no matter what you choose. You're like our little sister, and we know just how much the Boss cares about you," Luke reassures, his voice warm and encouraging.

"Then... Can you give a girl some help?" I ask, rising from my seat and sauntering over to the bookshelf, running my fingers along the spines until my gaze settles on a title.

"What do you need help with?" Kieran inquires, curiosity piqued.

"Well, if I'm going to compete against her, I might need to give this a shot," I declare, handing the book Humanity & Conquest to Luke. They both lean forward, resting their hands under their chins, as if caught in a cinematic moment, oohing and ahhing like they're in some Deadpool movie.

"Can you distract her for a bit?" I ask, walking around the table and wrapping my arms around their necks, pulling them in close with a conspiratorial grin. The playful camaraderie fills the room, a sense of mischief igniting in the air.

"I need two hours, I have to get that brooch off Sylus and I know exactly where it is." I say walking towards the front door.

"You want some Evol-sealing handcuffs and a tranquilizer gun?" Kieran jokes, casually sliding a pair of ordinary-looking cuffs along with a vibrant blue and pink gun that resembles anything but a tranquilizer onto the table. I pivot back, examining the cuffs with a raised eyebrow.

"Those aren't Evol-sealing handcuffs; did you forget I was locked up once?" I reply, sliding them back across the table with an incredulous smirk.

"And as for the gun, I know for damn sure if you think you can pass off regular handcuffs as Evol-sealing, then that 'tranquilizer' gun is surely just as questionable," I add, shaking my head in disbelief before facing the door once more.

"I told you she wasn't going to fall for it!" Luke bellows with a hearty laugh. A smile tugs at my lips as I exit, striding down the corridor towards the roof door. The sunlight warms my skin, and I inhale deeply, feeling invigorated. I whip out a long blade from my leg strap and slice through my hair; it tumbles to the floor with a soft thud, transforming into a cascade of black feathers. Once I'm satisfied, I sheath the blade and slap my cheeks, letting the sharp sting jolt me awake. Let's do this.

Descending the stairs of the fire escape, I make my way to the door that leads directly into Sylus' room. Quietly, I push it open, and gentle music wafts through the air, wrapping around me like a silken cloak. Peering inside, I find the only illumination coming from the flickering fireplace, casting dancing shadows that create an intimate, almost surreal atmosphere.

Sylus is gently resting, propped upright against the bed's headboard. His breaths are deep and even, creating a calming rhythm in the stillness of the room. I approach him quietly, noting the pained expression etched on his face. Instinctively, my hand reaches out to touch his cheek, and I feel his tension melt slightly under my fingers. I guess I'm not the only one struggling with nightmares.

I remove my hand and reach towards the area I had hidden the brooch before. I gently search around the edge of his left collar. A flutter of anxiety grips me, scared that I'm too late and the Heroine has found it before me but those thoughts wash away the moment my fingers feel a cold sharp edge of the brooch. I unpin it and once in view I can see the red jewel in the middle with a crow on top, my thumb trails over it. My thumb glides over its surface, a sense of familiarity stirring within me. I know I don't have the luxury of time to dwell on it. Just as I begin to retreat, an arm snakes around my waist, pulling me back and making me gasp.

"What?!" I exclaim, looking up to find Sylus' ruby eyes locked onto mine with a mischievous glint. Oh shit.

"Well, well, it looks like a little bird has been ensnared," he says, grinning wickedly, and my eyes widen in astonishment.

"Wait, what—" I begin, but he lets out a low chuckle that echoes through the air like a ripple.

"Don't worry, I won't go back on what I promised you," he assures, his hand brushing against the brooch I clutch tightly against my chest, sending a surge of electricity coursing through me.

"However, you chose to enter a monster's den, so you must pay the price," he murmurs, drawing me closer. My hands instinctively land on his chest, and before I can comprehend the force of his intentions, he pushes me back, sending me tumbling onto the bed. I'm momentarily surprised by how easily he relinquished his grip, but the gleam in his eyes reveals a predatory delight, as if he's found new prey. I attempt to crawl off the bed, only to have him effortlessly toss me back down, pinning my arms above my head while settling himself between my legs.

"You know, you've always been quite skilled at running away," he whispers in my ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down my spine as his gaze zeroes in on my lips.

"When have I ev—" Before I can finish, we both hear footsteps halt just outside the door. With a flick of his hand, a quiet click echoes in the air, ensuring security against any interruption. The Heroine tries to open the door, her frustration evident as the handle rattles without giving way.

"Sylus—" I start, but he silences me with a hush, his lips brushing against my ear, igniting a current of tension between us.

"Shhh, unless you want her to hear us," he breathes, just as the Heroine's irritated voice filters through the door.

"Ugh are you serious? Just when I got the Evol-sealing handcuffs and tranquilizer gun from Luke and Kieran," she says. I stifle a laugh, placing my hands over my mouth as Sylus looks on, amusement flickering in his gaze. The door shakes again under her relentless attempts, and in that moment, he seizes the brooch from my grasp, making me gasp in surprise.

"Don't move," he whispers, studying the brooch with a slight smile. His hands casually brush against the fabric of my shirt, and my heart races, praying he won't notice the quickened beat beneath his fingers as he positions the brooch carefully on me.

"The auction is about to start, but what will happen after that..." he trails off, and I can't help but grab his hand gently, the thrill of the unknown swirling around us.

"I'm ready for whatever is going to happen," I declare. His thumb tenderly brushes against my cheek with a soft smile gracing his lips, igniting a flicker of hope amongst the impending chaos.

"...Deal. Try not to lose this brooch, there are quite a lot of people who would do anything to get their hands on it." he says. He pats my head, a gentle gesture that belies the intensity of his gaze. His words send a chill down my spine as I try to process the enormity of the situation. He stands up and turns to leave but his eyes don't leave mine.

"I'll go deal with that one, you go start to get ready." The words hang in the air. My heart starts to race as I realize this is the first step towards changing our fate or fighting fate.

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A/N:

This chapter is heavily based off of Midnight Stealth: Bond Story

Read/Played in order:

1. Midnight Stealth: Bond Story

Next chapter should hopefully be a long one as we get back to the main storyline. Thank you all for supporting my fanfic!

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