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Jealousy, Jealousy with Sylus
Plot: Reader becomes jealous of Sylus and MC's closeness, distancing herself and seeking comfort in another LI. Sylus notices her growing distance and takes action. Based on this request. Pairing: Sylus x Non MC reader Content Warning: Insecurities, injuries, mention of blood, jealousy, angst, hurt/comfort Note: Reader is not the MC of the game. I think I got quite carried away writing this because I am a sucker for angst.
The faint hum of the air condition echoed through the Onychinus base, its opulent, luxurious atmosphere doing little to distract from the knot twisting in your stomach. You stood across from Luke and Kieran, their crow masks tilted slightly as if to gauge your reaction.
"Boss isn't here today," Luke said casually, his hands tucked into his pockets. "Heâs in Linkon, Boss manâs got other things to handle."
Kieran, his mask tilted slightly to the side, gave a confused grunt. "But I thought he was meeting with her...?"
Luke raised a brow, correcting him. "No, no, he was meeting with Miss Hunter."
Miss Hunter.
The words hit you like a sledgehammer, even though they shouldnât have. You were a hunter too, an informant who had been feeding Sylus critical intel on the associationâs movements for two years now. But she was different. Special.
Captain Jennaâs star pupil, with her rare Anhaunsen-class Resonance Evol, was someone Sylus had spent weeks trying to connect with, both literally and emotionally. You werenât blind to the necessity of it; resonating with her was crucial for his goals, ones he hadnât entirely shared with you but that you trusted him to pursue.
Trusted him. Loved him.
You forced a tight smile. "Thanks for the update. I'll let you two get back to it."
Luke and Kieran exchanged a glance, but you were already walking away, the echo of your boots swallowed by the hum of the base.
The ride back to Linkon was supposed to clear your mind. It didnât.
The cool wind whipped against your face, but all it did was sting the tears pooling in your eyes. The road stretched endlessly ahead, yet the pressure in your chest only grew. Sylus hadnât seen you in two months. Two months of unanswered calls and messages reduced to half-hearted responses when they came at all.
You understood why he was focused on her. She was crucial to his plans. She was everything you werenât: poised, pretty, powerful, and, most importantly, someone he needed.
But understanding didnât make it hurt any less.
The world blurred around you as your thoughts spiraled. You had always known your place in Sylusâ life. You were the informant, the quiet insider who helped him stay two steps ahead of the hunters. Somewhere along the way, though, you had fallen for him. For the man who wasnât as cold and calculated as others believed. It had been two long years since you started working with Sylus. Two years filled with secrecy, lies, and hidden truths. But over those years, you'd found yourself tangled in emotions for him that you couldnât shake. Sylus, with his cold authority, his dangerous smile, his complex nature⊠He was all you could think about. He wasnât as dismissive as people thought. He had a way of looking at you when no one was watchingâa fleeting softness that you cherished, even if you couldnât be certain if it was real.
And now, it felt like you were losing him.
Your bike screeched to a halt near Meowâs CafĂ©. You hadnât planned to stop, but the sight of the familiar storefront tugged at you. Perhaps a coffee and a moment to breathe would help.
The glass windows glinted under the midday sun, and your breath hitched as you looked inside.
Sylus was there. With her.
They sat at a small table, a deck of Kitty cards spread between them. He was leaning back, his smirk in full display as she laughed at something he said. It was the kind of laugh that reached her eyes, the kind of moment you had only ever dreamed of sharing with him.
You froze, your hands tightening on your helmet.
For a fleeting second, you wanted to march inside and demand answers. To ask him why he had time to play cards but couldnât return your calls. To tell him how his absence had hollowed you out.
But you didnât.
He looks so happy... you thought bitterly, swallowing the lump in your throat.
The truth gnawed at you. Every interaction, every ignored message, every unread notification on your phoneâit was because of her. Because Sylus had more important things to do. She was the one who mattered now. She was the one who he had to resonate with, had to bond with, had to make fall for him.
And you? You were just a pawn, a toolâforgotten. And there you were. Alone. Watching through a window, the warmth of the cafe contrasting the cold, empty feeling in your stomach. He hadnât even bothered to let you know he was back. He was with her. You couldnât bear to watch any longer, but you couldnât look away either. It felt like the world was spinning faster than you could catch up, and you were left stranded, dizzy, and abandoned.
Instead, you turned away, your chest tight and vision blurred. The world felt suffocating, the weight of your unspoken feelings dragging you down as you climbed back onto your bike.
It was for the best, right?
You couldnât keep doing this. You couldnât keep waiting for him, couldnât keep fooling yourself that there was something real between you two. He was busy. He had her. And you.. well, you didnât even know why you bothered anymore.
The ride back to your apartment was a blur of taillights and muffled engine noise. The cityâs glow that usually brought you some sense of comfort felt glaring and alien tonight. By the time you made it inside, the suffocating silence of your small space was overwhelming.
For someone who prided herself on being strong and independent, you barely made it to your couch before the sobs overtook you. Hot, angry tears streamed down your face as you clutched a pillow to your chest, trying in vain to keep your cries muffled. It felt as though something within you had been ripped apart, leaving an aching, hollow void that throbbed with every thought of him.
You replayed the image of him at the café in your mind, over and over, as if some part of you wanted to punish yourself further. His smirk. Her laughter. The ease of their interaction. It contrasted so sharply with the heaviness that now weighed on your heart.
Every chime of your phone made you flinch, hope briefly sparking to life, only to be cruelly snuffed out when the screen lit up with messages from othersâwork updates, pointless notifications, or friends checking in. Nothing from him. Of course, there wouldnât be.
You wiped at your face, your chest tightening as you scrolled through the last few conversations youâd had with Sylus. They were short, clipped responses. A "thanks" here, an "Iâm busy" there. Youâd convinced yourself for weeks that he wasnât brushing you off, that his focus was just elsewhere. But deep down, you knew. Youâd always known.
You werenât as important to him as he was to you.
That realization settled over you like a heavy blanket, suffocating and final. And yet, you tried to convince yourself it was okay. He doesnât owe me anything, you told yourself, though the thought only twisted the knife deeper. Heâs free to choose who he spends his time with.
But it didnât stop the tears.
The days that followed were a haze of exhaustion and numbness. You threw yourself into your work, spending long hours tracking and confronting wanderers. The physical exhaustion helped, even if just a little. At least when you were in the middle of a fight, the pain in your chest was drowned out by the adrenaline coursing through your veins.
Still, the nights were the worst. Alone in your apartment, the quiet crept in like a suffocating fog. You tried to distract yourselfâreading, cleaning, even organizing old mission reports. Anything to keep your mind from drifting back to him. But it was impossible.
Each time you saw his name in your contacts, you hesitated. Your thumb hovered over the call button more times than you cared to admit, but the fear of hearing his indifferent voice stopped you every time. What would you even say? That you missed him? That you wanted to see him? That youâd fallen for him, even though you knew it would never be mutual?
No. You couldnât do that to yourself.
You worked harder, pushed yourself further. Every wanderer you fought became a stand-in for your frustrations, your insecurities. You told yourself that if you could just stay busy enough, the ache would go away. But no matter how many missions you completed or how many late nights you spent staring at your phone, the weight in your chest never fully lifted.
By the end of the week, you were exhaustedâphysically and emotionally. But you were surviving. Barely. The bell above the door jingled softly as you pushed into the chocolatierâs shop, the rich scent of cocoa and vanilla wrapping around you like a warm embrace. The day had been gruelingâhours of chasing leads, a narrow escape from a particularly aggressive wanderer, and not a single bite of food since morning. Your stomach growled in protest, a sharp reminder that youâd been running on fumes for too long.
Rows of meticulously crafted chocolates gleamed beneath the glass counter, their perfect swirls and shimmering finishes almost too beautiful to eat. Almost. You leaned forward slightly, scanning the display, your reflection ghosting over the pristine surface.
Dark chocolate truffles. Raspberry ganache. Caramel hazelnut clusters. The options were overwhelming, and your indecision felt heavier than it shouldâve. Your chest still ached from the lingering emotions youâd been suppressing all week. The quiet joy of the shop felt alien, like stepping into a world you no longer belonged to.
Just pick something and go, you thought, your fingers tightening on the strap of your bag. But the choices seemed endless, each one whispering promises of sweetness you werenât sure you deserved.
"If youâre struggling," a soft, measured voice spoke behind you, "the pistachio crĂšme chocolate is an excellent choice."
Startled, you turned, your gaze falling on a man standing a few steps away. Tall and lean, he exuded an understated confidence that was both intimidating and captivating. Dark hair fell in against his forehead, and sharp hazel-green eyes, softened by gold flecks peered at you from behind thin-framed glasses. His white doctorâs coat was open, revealing a simple black shirt beneath, and he held a small paper bag in one hand.
You blinked, caught off guard by both his suggestion and his presence. "Oh, uh⊠thank you," you stammered, trying not to sound as flustered as you felt. "Iâll⊠Iâll try that."
The shopkeeper nodded and carefully packed your selection as you stole another glance at the stranger. There was an air of calm authority about him, a quiet assurance that made you feel oddly exposed, like he could see straight through you.
He waited patiently as the shopkeeper handed you your bag, but just as you were about to leave, his voice cut through the quiet againâthis time, more direct. "Chocolates shouldnât be your first meal of the day."
The statement was delivered without malice, his tone stoic and matter-of-fact, yet it hit like a stone to the chest. Your lips parted in shock, the question forming before you could stop it: How does he know? But before you could say anything, he was already moving toward the door. The bells jingled softly as it closed behind him, leaving you standing frozen in place. The strangerâs words lingered, intertwining with the rest of your messy emotions. Your fingers clenched the small bag of chocolates as you tried to process the brief encounter.
A soft gleam on the floor caught your attention, breaking your spiraling thoughts. A wallet, its sleek leather worn but well-kept, lay just inches from where the man had stood. You knelt and picked it up, your heart thudding as you opened it to check for identification.
The name embossed on his hospital ID was like a jolt: Dr. Zayne. Your eyes widened. Doctor Zayne? The name was familiarâa renowned surgeon whose skills and precision were legendary, often described as a miracle worker. Youâd imagined someone older, more weathered, not⊠this.
For a moment, you stared at the ID, piecing together the puzzle of the composed, enigmatic man who had called you out so effortlessly. You tried the number listed on a card tucked into his wallet, but it rang unanswered, the sterile monotone only adding to your frustration.
"Of course, he wouldnât answer," you muttered under your breath, chewing your lip as you debated your next move. The idea of keeping his wallet overnight felt wrong, and leaving it here in the shop seemed equally careless.
That left one option.
The hospital loomed ahead as you approached, its towering structure illuminated against the evening sky. Anxiety gnawed at your insides, twisting with every step you took through the sterile white halls. You werenât sure why you felt so on edgeâmaybe it was the overwhelming sense of inadequacy that had been haunting you lately, or maybe it was the lingering impression of Zayneâs knowing gaze.
At the reception desk, you hesitated, gripping the wallet tightly as you cleared your throat. "Hi, um, Iâm here to return something for Dr. Zayne. He⊠accidentally dropped this."
The receptionist barely looked up, taking the wallet with a polite but indifferent smile. "Dr. Zayne isnât in right now. Iâll make sure he gets this when heâs back."
"Oh," You nodded, murmuring a quick thanks before retreating back toward the exit. You thought nothing of this interaction as you left. You did what you thought was right and left the hospital back towards your apartment.
The days blurred together in a haze of work and routine. You buried yourself in assignments from the Hunterâs Association, throwing yourself into dangerous missions with a single-minded intensity. Anything to keep your mind occupied.
Sylus messaged you once during that time, his tone professional as he asked for updates regarding a lead he was tracking. Youâd responded quickly, sticking strictly to business. No pleasantries, no banterâjust the information he needed. He didnât press, didnât call you out for your uncharacteristic coldness. Maybe he didnât notice. Or maybe he did and chose not to say anything.
That night, you jogged through the dimly lit streets, your breath fogging in the cool air as you tried to exorcise the restless energy gnawing at you. The rhythmic slap of your sneakers against the pavement was grounding, steady. Jogging had always been your go-to, a way to clear your head and silence the endless stream of "what-ifs" and "if-onlys" that plagued your mind.
You shook your head, annoyed at yourself. There was no point in dwelling. Sylus wasnât the kind of person to give you what you wanted, and even if he did, could you trust it? Could you trust him?
But no amount of movement could completely shake Sylus from your thoughts.
His voice, his presenceâit clung to you, even now.
Why didnât he ask how Iâve been? Why didnât I?
The sound of skidding tires yanked you out of your spiraling thoughts.
âLook out!â
Before you could process the warning, a cyclist veered wildly toward you, their momentum too strong to stop. There wasnât even time to brace yourself. The impact hit like a freight train, and suddenly, you were on the ground, tangled with the bike and its rider. Pain blossomed sharp and hot in your knees as the asphalt scraped them raw.
For a moment, you just lay there, stunned. The world tilted unsteadily, the city lights smearing together like a watercolor painting.
âHey, you okay?â The cyclistâs voice snapped you back. They were scrambling off you, helmet slightly askew but otherwise unscathed. You shook your head to clear it, wincing as you sat up. You pushed yourself up, shaking the dizziness from your head, and checked on the cyclist who had crashed into you. They were already scrambling to their feet, looking slightly dazed but otherwise unharmed, their helmet and guards having done their job.
âIâm fine,â you managed, even as your knees throbbed in protest. âAre you?â
âYeah, thanks to the gear,â they said, pulling off their helmet to inspect a small crack along its surface. âGuess it did its job.â
Relief washed over you. âGood. Let me justââ
âWait.â A different voice cut in, firm but calm. You stood there, still trying to regain your bearings when a figure appeared beside you, moving with a grace that immediately caught your attention. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw who it was. Dr. Zayne. The same man who had crossed your path in the chocolatier's shop just days ago. His sharp eyes locked onto yours, and for a split second, everything else seemed to vanish. His expression shifted from mild surprise to something more concerned as he took in your state.
Without saying a word, he immediately began assessing you, his gaze narrowing at the blood now staining your knees. You winced, feeling the sting of the cuts that had begun to bloom with a fiery intensity, but you were determined not to show it. You were used to painâused to the sharp discomfort that came with being a hunter. You didnât need help. You could handle this on your own. Youâd always been able to.
But Dr. Zayne wasnât having any of it.
His voice, low and steady, broke through the haze of your thoughts. "Youâre bleeding. Those need first aid," he said firmly, his frown deepening as he glanced at your scraped knees. "Sit. Wait here. Iâll be back in a minute."
You opened your mouth to protest, to tell him you were fine, but the words caught in your throat. He wasnât asking. His tone, though gentle, was authoritativeâdemanding in its own quiet way. There was something about the way he carried himself, that calm, unflinching presence, that made it impossible to argue.
"Iâm fine, I am a hunter." you managed to say, your voice rougher than you intended. "I can handle it at home. Really." You tried to force a reassuring smile
âIs this a hunter thing?â he interrupted, one brow arching skeptically. âAre all of you this stubborn about basic care, or is it just you?â
The words should have been biting, but his tone was almost... patient. Like he was accustomed to dealing with difficult people.
You flushed, suddenly hyper-aware of the sting in your knees and the heat of his gaze. âIâm not being stubborn,â you muttered. âI just donât want to bother anyone over something so small.â
âSmall injuries have a way of turning into bigger problems,â he said, folding his arms. âAnd Iâm not bothered. As a doctor, Iâm asking you to wait here. Iâll be back in a minute.â
Without waiting for your protest, he turned and strode off, leaving you no room to argue.
You sat stiffly on the bench, gripping the edge as the minutes dragged on. The ache in your knees was nothing compared to the gnawing discomfort blooming in your chest. Anxiety clawed at you, whispering insidious doubts.
Heâs wasting his time on you.He probably thinks youâre pathetic and weak.Why couldnât you have just gotten up and left?
Your fingers curled into fists, the tension radiating through your body.
The sound of footsteps interrupted your spiraling thoughts, and Dr. Zayne was back, carrying a small first aid kit. He knelt in front of you without a word, his hands steady as he cleaned the cuts on your knees. The gentle pressure of his fingers as he worked felt almost surreal. His silence wasnât uncomfortableâit was just⊠calm. You found yourself drawn to it, to the quiet that seemed to settle around him.
"Youâre lucky," he said, glancing up at you as he bandaged your knees. "That couldâve been a lot worse."
You nodded, the words caught in your throat. There were so many things you wanted to say, things you wanted to ask him, but you didnât know where to start. So you remained silent, watching as he finished his work, his hands moving with the practiced precision of someone who had seen too many injuries to count.
When he was done, he straightened up and met your gaze. "You should be more careful," he said softly, his voice a little lighter than before, though there was still a note of concern underlying his words. "Next time, donât run so late at night. You never know what could happen."
You forced a tight smile, the words feeling like they were coming from someone else. "Iâll keep that in mind," you said, your voice quieter now.
Dr. Zayne took a step back after finishing the bandages, his sharp gaze softening ever so slightly as he packed the first aid kit. You glanced at him, your mouth opening to thank him, but before you could get the words out, he said, almost in unison, âThank you.â
Both of you froze, the simultaneous expressions of gratitude hanging awkwardly in the air. A surprised laugh slipped out of you, breaking the tension.
âYou first,â he said, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
You swallowed, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your neck. âI was just going to say thank you for⊠you know, helping with this.â You gestured vaguely toward your knees, the bandages clinging to your skin. âYou didnât have to.â
The moment stretched between you, awkward yet somehow comforting. Zayne gave a small, almost amused smile at the simultaneous gratitude, but his gaze softened when it landed on you, his concern still present.
"Thank you for returning my wallet," he said, his tone steady but with a hint of appreciation.
His words caught you off guard. âOh, right! That. It wasnât a big deal, really.â You fidgeted with the hem of your sleeve, avoiding his gaze. âI found it at the chocolatier shop. I figured it was better to bring it to the hospital than leave it lying around.â
He nodded thoughtfully, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. âI appreciate it. Not many people would go out of their way like that.â
You tried not to let his kindness throw you off, but it wasnât easy. There was something about Zayne that made you feel... small in a way you didnât like to feel. He was kind, yes, but that kindness made you wonder if you were deserving of it. Why should you be the one he cared about?
But before you could dwell on that any further, his voice cut through your swirling thoughts.
"Have you eaten today?" His tone was light, but there was an edge of sincerity beneath it, one that made your stomach twist in a way that had nothing to do with hunger. It reminded you of that conversation in the shop, of how he had so effortlessly read through your tiredness.
The sheepish look that crossed your face mustâve been obvious, because Zayne sighed, the sound so deep that it almost felt like a reprimand. He pinched the bridge of his nose in a gesture that was both familiar and surprisingly endearing.
âYouâve got to take care of yourself,â he said, his voice almost too gentle for the weight of his words. âItâs not healthy to go without food, especially if youâre going to keep running around like you hunters do.â
You opened your mouth to protest, to tell him it wasnât a big deal, but Zayne didnât give you the chance.
"Thereâs a diner close by. Itâs the least I can do to thank you for returning my wallet."
You shook your head instinctively, trying to backpedal. "Itâs really not necessary," you said, but Zayne wasnât having any of it. His eyes were firm, and there was an undeniable warmth behind them that almost made you feel guilty for refusing.
"Yes, it is," he replied, his tone steady but with a hint of finality. "Now, come on.â
You hesitated for a moment, the unease building in your chest like a brick wall, but the thought of Zayneâs calm, commanding presence made it impossible to say no. So, with a quiet sigh, you relented.
"Iâll pay," you muttered as he led the way, the words almost reflexive. You always felt like you had to pay your wayâlike it was your responsibility to do so, especially with someone who had helped you, even in the smallest of ways. You were used to standing on your own two feet.
Zayne only gave you a side glance, his lips quirking up in the barest of smiles. "No, you wonât. Itâs my thank you, remember?"
The diner wasnât far from where you had been, a cozy, low-lit place with a soft hum of quiet conversations and the clink of silverware against plates. The familiar scent of warm foodâsteak, mashed potatoes, and the unmistakable aroma of fresh breadâimmediately filled the air as you stepped inside. You followed Zayne to a small booth in the back, the vinyl seats creaking under your weight as you slid in.
You wanted to say somethingâthank you, maybeâbut the words felt stuck, trapped somewhere in the pit of your stomach, along with everything else that had been piling up for weeks. Zayne didnât seem to notice, his focus already turning to the menu as he gestured for you to pick something.
You wanted to ask him more, to understand him in the same way you understood the empty streets you ran through, but you couldnât shake the feeling that youâd just end up looking foolish. So, instead, you stared at the menu in front of you, unable to focus on the choices, as your mind churned with questions that had no answers.
Zayne ordered for both of you, his voice low as he made his choices, and when he looked at you, you caught a flicker of somethingâperhaps curiosity, or was it concern? It was hard to tell.
"You should eat more regularly," he said again, as though the words were a reminder he had to repeat for his own peace of mind. You nodded, letting the silence fill the space between you for a moment.
The food arrived, warm and satisfying, and you took a bite, surprised at how hungry you were despite the earlier denials. Zayne watched you for a moment, his gaze softening as you ate, but you couldnât bring yourself to meet it. His concern, his careâit felt too much. You werenât used to people worrying about you.
But as the meal went on, you found yourself starting to relax, the initial tension loosening from your shoulders. Zayne was easy to talk to, his calm, steady presence settling you in a way you hadnât expected. By the end of the meal, you felt... lighter.
"Call me Zayne," he said when the check came, his voice quiet but sincere.
You blinked, a little caught off guard by the request. "Zayne?" you echoed, testing the name on your tongue.
"Yes," he replied with a small, patient smile. "Itâs easier than 'Dr. Zayne,' donât you think?"
You blinked, taken aback. âAre you sure? I mean, youâve earned the titleââ
âAnd Iâll still have it in the hospital,â he interrupted, amusement flickering in his eyes. âBut here, itâs just Zayne.â
You nodded slowly, testing the name in your mind. It felt strange, almost too personal. But there was something grounding about it, too.
By the time dessert arrived, the knot of anxiety in your chest had loosened considerably. The warmth of the diner, the steady cadence of his voice, and the shared laughter over a poorly made joke had a way of pulling you out of your own head. For the first time in what felt like weeks, you werenât obsessing over your failures or doubts.
As you finished your meal, Zayne pulled out his phone and slid it across the table. âHere,â he said simply. âAdd your number. In case you ever need anything.â
You hesitated, the gesture feeling far more intimate than it probably was. But his expression was patient, expectant, and you found yourself entering your contact information before you could overthink it. When you handed the phone back, his lips twitched into a faint smile.
âThanks again for returning my wallet,â he said, his tone lighter now. âAnd for the company.â
You felt your cheeks flush, but this time, it wasnât entirely unpleasant. âItâs not a problem,â you murmured, a small smile tugging at your lips.
As you stepped out of the diner and into the cool night air, a strange sense of calm settled over you. Zayne walked you to the corner where your paths would diverge, his presence steady and reassuring.
âTake care of yourself,â he said, his voice softer now, almost intimate.
âYou too,â you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.
The dinerâs warmth lingered even as you stepped into the cool night air. For the first time in what felt like weeks, your chest didnât feel as tight, the oppressive weight that had been bearing down on you now lifting slightly. You still felt the ache of Sylusâ absenceâa hollow, gnawing sensation that seemed to creep in whenever you let your guard down, but it wasnât as suffocating as it had been. Instead, a new sensation fluttered in its place, tentative and fragile: excitement. It was strange to feel this way, to look forward to the possibility of a friendship formed under such unlikely circumstances. Zayneâs calm demeanor, his steady presence, had surprised you.
As you walked, the sound of fluttering wings caught your attention. Instinctively, your heart skipped, your mind jumping to Mephisto. You tilted your head to the dark sky, half-expecting to see the telltale silhouette of his familiar. But it was just a cluster of pigeons, their wings catching the faint glow of the streetlights as they soared away.
Right. Of course. It was unlikely that Sylus was watching you tonight.
You exhaled, a breath you hadnât realized you were holding, and forced your thoughts away from him. Zayne had offered you a rare moment of normalcy, and you werenât about to let your memories of Sylus overshadow that.
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The following weeks were a blur of activity, and before long, you found yourself stationed at an outpost on the outskirts of Linkon. A metaflux surge had disrupted the area, and the temporary makeshift hospital was bustling with injured workers, hunters, and even a few civilians caught in the chaos. The air was thick with tension, the metallic tang of metaflux faint but persistent, a reminder of the unseen dangers that lurked just beyond the safety of the encampment.
Zayne was assigned as the doctor for the outpost, and you often found yourself crossing paths with him. At first, your interactions were briefâa nod here, a shared glance thereâbut over time, you began to talk. It started with simple pleasantries, discussions about the metaflux readings or the influx of patients, but it wasnât long before the conversations deepened.
You learned that Zayne had a dry sense of humor, his sharp wit often catching you off guard. Heâd tease you about your stubbornness, and youâd retort with a quip about his overly serious nature. Despite his professionalism, there was a warmth to him, a quiet compassion that made him easy to trust. And though youâd never admit it, you found yourself looking forward to those moments of shared laughter, those fleeting glimpses of something lighter amidst the chaos.
But even as your friendship with Zayne grew, Sylus lingered at the edges of your thoughts, a shadow you couldnât quite shake. The conversations you had with him were sparse and strictly work-relatedâupdates from the Association, bits of intel you passed along to him. It felt transactional, a far cry from the intimacy you once shared. Yet, every time his name appeared on your screen, your heart still raced, betraying the fragile boundaries youâd tried to set.
One evening, a message from Sylus broke the monotony of your routine.
âCome over tomorrow night, Darling. I have an exquisite wine Iâd like you to tryâprocured it during a recent deal.â
The invitation was simple, almost casual. For a moment, you imagined itâthe rich scent of wine filling the air, his sharp yet alluring gaze fixed on you as he poured you a glass. But reality quickly crept in, dragging you back to the present. You couldnât go. You couldnât risk it. Not when your heart was still so fragile, still aching in ways you didnât want to admit.
You stared at the screen for what felt like an eternity, your fingers hovering over the keyboard as your mind raced. The truth was, you wanted to see him. But you knew better. You had to keep your distanceâfor your own sake, if nothing else.
âIâm tired..'
You typed, the words feeling hollow as they formed.
'Busy day tomorrow. Maybe another time.â
You hesitated before hitting send, the weight of the message pressing down on you. When his reply came, it was as simple as his invitation.
âOkay.â
The finality of it hit you like a brick, and for a moment, you felt like your breath had been stolen away. He didnât push. He didnât argue. That empty âokayâ hung in the air, leaving you with the quiet realization that, once again, you had lost yourself in the haze of someone elseâs world.
You tried not to read too much into it, but you couldnât shake the feeling that he had already moved on. That he didnât care enough to fight for your attention. Instead, it felt like you were just a passing thought, like an aftertaste that wasnât worth savoring.
Miss Hunter. The words echoed in your mind. You squeezed your eyes shut, willing the tears to stay behind your eyelids, but they pressed hard, a sting that never seemed to fully fade. You rubbed your forehead, trying to push away the thoughts. But even as you did, you couldnât escape the suffocating feeling in your chestâthe one that always came when you were reminded of how little you meant to him. You felt foolish, but you couldnât help it. It was like you were always waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to come back, to pull you back into his orbit with that practiced charm, that voice that made you feel wanted, if only for a little while.
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The dinner with Zayne had been a welcome reprieve. It had been two weeks since you last saw him, the demands of work pulling both of you in different directions. But tonight, seated across from him in a small, cozy bistro, you found solace in the familiar rhythm of your conversations. The mellow lights softened the sharp angles of his face as he recounted a mishap earlier in the week involving a particularly irritable patient.
His dry humor, paired with the subtle lift of his brow, drew a laugh from youâa genuine, light sound that felt foreign after the weight of recent days. For a while, the world outside blurred away. You werenât Miss Hunter; you werenât anything other than a person sharing a meal with a friend.
As the meal wound down, Zayne looked at you over the rim of his glass, his expression calm. âYouâre doing better than when we first met.â he remarked softly.
You blinked, momentarily caught off guard. âAm I?â
He nodded. His calm demeanor always had a way of grounding you, and tonight was no exception.
The meal wrapped up with the two of you trading small updates and light banter. You paid for your half of the meal, Zayne insisting it wasnât necessary, but youâd insisted back. There was a sense of normalcy here, something you werenât willing to let go of easily. When you parted ways outside the diner, the night air was cool and quiet. Zayneâs warm farewell echoed softly in your ears as you waved goodbye and headed back toward your apartment.
As you walked, you felt lighter somehow. The stress of the past few weeks hadnât vanished, but Zayneâs steady presence had reminded you of something importantâmoments of peace still existed, even in the chaos.
The faint scent of lavender greeted you as you unlocked your apartment door, a hint of the candle youâd left burning earlier. The lights were off, and the air felt too stillâunnaturally so. Your heart skipped, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. A lump formed in your throat, panic curling its fingers around your chest.
You flicked the light switch, and the sudden brightness flooded the room, revealing the figure sitting on your couch. Sylus.
You froze. Your body stiffened, caught between fight or flight.
Your yelp of surprise filled the space, your pulse racing as you clutched the doorframe for support. âWhatâSylus? What are you doing here?â
He was sitting on your couch, one arm draped casually along the backrest, his other hand resting on his knee. The dim light of the room softened the sharp edges of his face, but his expression was anything but gentle. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, tracked your every movement as if he were dissecting you with just a glance.
âHowâwhat are you doing here?â you stammered, your voice shaky as your pulse raced.
Sylus didnât respond right away. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, his gaze dragging over you slowly, deliberately. His silence was louder than any words he could have spoken, and it made your skin prickle.
âDarling,â he finally murmured, his voice low and smooth, laced with something you couldnât quite name. âYou look⊠exhausted.â
You blinked, still standing frozen by the door. His tone was soft, almost tender, but it was the way his jaw tightened, the way his fingers tapped against his knee, that betrayed his underlying tension.
âY-yeah,â you stammered, your voice wavering as you took a cautious step forward. âItâs been a long day. What are you doing here?â
Sylus leaned back, the leather of the couch creaking faintly under his weight. âA long day,â he echoed, his lips curving into a faint smile that didnât reach his eyes. âYet you had time for dinner.â
âIâŠâ you faltered, scrambling for a response. âIt was justâŠâ
âJust dinner,â he interrupted smoothly, his tone unreadable. âWith⊠someone else.â
The air felt thick, charged with a tension that made your skin prickle. You opened your mouth to respond, but the words stuck in your throat. His eyes narrowed slightly, his expression still calm but his body language telling a different story. The way his fingers drummed against his knee, the slight clench of his jaw, the flicker of something dark in his gaze.
Your heart pounded, your thoughts racing. Why was he here? What did he want? And why did his presenceâhis very existence in your spaceâmake your chest ache in that familiar, suffocating way?
âI didnât thinkâŠâ You stopped yourself, your voice trembling. âYou didnât say youâd be coming by. You canât justââ
âCanât just what?â he asked, his voice dangerously soft as he rose from the couch, his movements fluid and deliberate. âShow up to see whatâs wrong?â
Your breath hitched as he closed the distance between you, his height and presence suddenly overwhelming. âNothingâs wrongâŠâyou managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.
âIs that so?â he murmured, tilting his head slightly, his eyes boring into yours. âBecause from where Iâm standing, it seems like youâve been avoiding me, Darling.â
The accusation hung in the air, sharp and unyielding.
âIâve been busyâŠâ you said weakly, your voice lacking conviction.
âBusy,â he repeated, his gaze flicking over you again, this time with something close to disdain. âToo busy for me, but not too busy for⊠him.â
Your hands fidgeted at your sides, your breath coming in shallow bursts. You wanted to move, to put distance between you, but your legs felt rooted to the spot. âI didnât think dinner with a friend would..â
âFriend?â he interrupted, the single word slicing through your sentence. His lips curved into something that might have been a smile, but it didnât reach his eyes.
Your heart pounded painfully against your ribs, the anxiety swirling in your chest mixing with something elseâsomething raw and painful that you didnât want to name. The memories of your last exchange with Sylus came flooding backâthe curt messages, the unspoken finality of his âokay.â You had tried to convince yourself that it didnât matter, that you didnât need his validation. But standing here now, under the weight of his gaze, you felt every crack in the fragile walls you had built to keep him out.
âI donât understand what you want from me,â you said finally, the words trembling as they left your lips.
His eyes softened slightly, but the tension in his posture didnât ease. For a moment, he looked like he wanted to say something, something important, but the moment passed as quickly as it came. Instead, he reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek in a gesture so gentle it felt almost foreign.
âDonât make me feel like Iâm a stranger to you.â he said quietly, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability that made your chest ache.
Donât make me feel like Iâm a stranger to you. The words echoed in your mind, repeating, twisting, until all you could hear was the raw edge of betrayal laced in his tone.
You let out a bitter laugh, the sound sharp and bitter, a little too loud in the quiet of your apartment. Your chest tightened, and for a moment, you felt the space around you grow smaller. You couldnât breatheâcouldnât think. All you could feel was the heat of anger building inside of you, raw and unrefined.
âThatâs rich,â you scoffed, finally managing to find your voice. âThatâs really rich, coming from you of all people.â
Sylus blinked, a subtle flash of surprise crossing his face, but it quickly masked over. His lips tightened, his brow furrowed ever so slightly, but it wasnât enough. You had to push, you couldnât hold back now. The words were tumbling out before you could even stop them. Your breath hitched, a strangled sob lodged somewhere in the back of your throat, but you refused to let it spill. You wouldnât let him see you breakânot like this, not in front of him. You knew the truth. He knew the truth. It hurt, yes, but you werenât the one to blame.
âYou've been treating me like a stranger for months,â you continued, your voice trembling with anger you hadn't fully realized was there. âBarely responding to my messages, not answering my calls, and when I do see you, itâs like you canât be bothered. You donât even see me.â You felt the weight of every unreturned message, every unanswered call, every promise left in limbo. âIâve had to hear from Luke and Kieran that youâre in Linkon. But you couldnât even make time to see me.â
You felt the ache deep in your chest, that familiar, suffocating knot forming. He didnât deserve your pain. Not anymore. You wouldnât let him have that. Not this time.
You took a shaky breath, suddenly feeling raw, exposed. âYou donât have to feel obligated to check on me, Sylus,â you said, your words clipped and cutting through the thick silence between you. âYou donât have to feel pity for me. I know where I stand. I know my place in your life.â
His expression, that unreadable mask, cracked for the briefest of moments. His lips parted, his gaze flicking to your face, then back down to the floor. His jaw clenched. But his eyes⊠They werenât the same as theyâd been earlier. The hardness was gone, replaced by something far more dangerous, something even more intimate. The storm was gathering, but it wasnât just in the airâno, it was inside him too.
âYou know where you stand?â His voice was quieter now, but there was an edge to it, a slight tightness you hadnât noticed before. He took a step forward, his body closing the space between you, like a wave of raw energy crashing toward you. His proximity only made your pulse race faster, but you couldnât back down. Not now.
âIâm just an informant, right?â you bit out, every word feeling like it sliced through the night air, cutting through the tension like a blade. âYou donât have to pretend you care, Sylus. So donât stand there with that look on your face like Iâm some important thing you need to check on.â
The air between you grew heavy, thick with unsaid words and stifled tension. Every inch of your body was telling you to get away, to shut down, to stop this before it tore you apart. But your feet felt heavy, stuck in place. Sylusâs presence was like gravity, pulling you toward him.
"You think that's all you are?" he murmured, his voice dangerously low, like the calm before the thunder. The way he said it made your heart stutter in your chest. It was both a question and an accusation or a challenge.
But there was something else in his voice. Something you couldnât quite place. His eyes were intense, too intense, and they searched yours like he was looking for the answer. The truth.
âI didnât want to hurt you,â he continued, his words clipped, as though they were difficult for him to say. âBut I couldnât....couldnât make sense of it. Of you.â
It was the first time that he seemed genuinely vulnerable, and it left you breathless and confused. You had always wondered if there was more beneath his cold exterior. You had always told yourself that he cared. But you had never dared to confront him.
His hand was close enough now to reach out, his fingers barely brushing the edge of your wrist. The air between you was still thick with everything unsaid, everything unhealed. And yet, despite the words that had been thrown between you, there was something undeniably magnetic in the tension. The ache in your chest, the rawness, the feelings of betrayalâthey didnât wash away just because you said them out loud.
God, you hated him for this.
But part of you yearned for him. That part that still felt tethered to him, despite the distance.
Sylusâs fingers hovered over your wrist, his touch like fire against your skin. For a moment, the storm between you calmed, leaving only the faintest echo of it behind. The weight of his gaze, the force of his presenceâit seemed to drown out the rest of the world.
He said nothing for a moment, his lips parting as though he wanted to speak but couldnât find the words. His eyes darkened further, not with anger now, but with something you couldnât quite define.
You took a breath, your body suddenly feeling too small beneath his gaze. The storm was still inside. You had to move away. Your heart pounded as if it were trying to escape your chest, desperate to flee from whatever was stirring inside you. You couldn'tâno, you wouldnâtâlet yourself get caught up in whatever this feeling was. You were not some fool, ready to throw everything away for the temporary pull of his presence. You knew better than that. You had to.
Every instinct screamed at you to retreat, to put some distance between you and the mess of emotions bubbling under your skin. His sharp gaze was enough to make your knees tremble, and it took everything in you not to look back, not to let him see the quiet devastation that flickered inside you.
âYou need to leave⊠Sylus.â You whispered. You staggered back a few steps, your breathing shallow, desperate. Your feet felt like lead, yet you forced yourself to walk away. You turned your back to him, willing your legs to move, hoping to escape before you got sucked into whatever dark vortex of feelings he was drawing you into.
He didnât move. Instead, you heard the familiar click of his boots against the floor as he took a single, deliberate step forward. âWhy?â His voice, low and curious, sent a shiver down your spine. It was almost too intimate, as if he were searching for a piece of you, trying to understand what you couldnât explain.
You didnât want to look at him. Didnât want to see the quiet confusion on his faceâthe faint flicker of disappointment that stung like salt in an open wound. You couldnât let him see your weakness, couldnât let him know how badly it hurt to be around him, how badly it hurt not to be around him.
âIs it so you can run back to your precious âfriendâ?â The words dripped with something unspoken, something that made your stomach twist.
You couldnât look at him. You couldnât. Not when his voiceâthat voice, the one that threaded through the air like silkâwas digging into your mind like this. The word echoed in your ears, almost mocking you, and you felt something fragile snap inside you. The weight of the years youâd spent keeping distance, of guarding your heart against him, against whatever he made you feel, started to unravel. But you couldnât let it.
You took another step away from him. One more step, you told yourself. Just one more. You didnât need this.
Dark tendrils wrapped around you as you move, pulling you back. He was using his evol to pull you back. You didnât need him pulling you in again. But then it came. That touch. He pulled you to him, forceful yet intimate, and your breath caught in your throat. You were too close. Too close to the edge of losing yourself, of falling into his presence.
His hands...no, his fingersâsnaked around your waist before you even knew what was happening. You gasped, body going stiff in surprise, but his grip tightened, pulling you back into him. You tried to keep moving, tried to pull away, but it was useless. His hold was ironclad, his presence consuming. His grip tightened slightly, but there was an almost comforting pressure there, a subtle reminder that despite the dispute between you, there was something undeniable between the two of you.
âWhy are you running?â His voice was a whisper against your ear, the words smooth like silk, but there was something jagged beneath themâsomething urgent, raw.
You struggled to hold yourself together, but the more you fought it, the more it pulledâthis unbearable need to lean into him, to give in to the chaos that his proximity stirred in you. You knew you shouldnât, but everything in you wanted to. You felt the ache of wanting something you couldn't have, the sting of the distance you had put between you and the thing that was somehow both poison and relief.
His hands tightened slightly, his thumb brushing over your ribs in a movement that sent a jolt through your entire system. The words you wanted to say, the reasons you needed to get away from him, all felt so small and pointless now. How could you possibly explain this? This tension, this pull? How could you say that being near him felt like the most excruciating thing in the world, but also the only thing that made you feel alive?
âYouâre not just an informant to me,â he breathed, his words slipping under your skin, curling into the tight spaces of your chest. âI didnât realize I was hurting you this much. That youâd want to distance yourself from me...â His tone softened at the end, but it only made everything worse. The tenderness in his voiceâhis tendernessâwas like a dagger in your side, making the blood in your veins freeze. You wanted to say something, anything, but all you could hear was the deafening rush of your own heartbeat. You tried to stay composed, but the words were caught in your throat, and your body was still pressed so tightly against his, your breath shallow, your pulse thudding painfully against your ribs.
Why was this so hard? Why couldnât you just say itâsay that you couldnât let him get close again? That you couldnât survive another wound, another aching, empty feeling in your chest because of him? But the way his hands tightened, the warmth of his body against yours, made everything you were feeling a little too real.
You could feel his heartbeat against your back, the rhythm in sync with your own, and the pull of him was growing stronger. You could feel your anxiety bubbling up, the gnawing fear at the pit of your stomach. Was this just him toying with you? Was he trying to pull you into his world of darkness and manipulation? Or did he really care?
Your head was spinning. The emotions warred within youâanger, confusion, guilt, and something else. Something that made your heart race faster and your thoughts scatter like leaves in the wind.
âLet me go,â you whispered, your voice barely audible over the storm that raged around you.
But you didnât pull away. You didnât push him off.
Sylus' grip on you tightened, his arm like a steel band around your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. His chest rises and falls against your back as his breath brushes against your ear, warm and heavy. Itâs as if heâs afraid, like if he lets go for even a second, heâll lose you forever. You can feel the tension radiating from him, but also something softer, something desperate.
âNo, Darling,â he murmurs, his voice low and thick with emotion, his tone possessive, as though the very idea of you slipping away shatters him. âYouâre not going anywhere and neither am I.â
"Youâre going to stay," He pulls you even closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he speaks again, quieter this time, but laced with something raw and vulnerable. "...and youâre going to listen to me. I wonât let you walk away from this."
You can hear the flicker of something beneath his wordsâregret. And then, his lips ghost over the sensitive skin of your neck, lingering just a little longer than necessary. He slowly spins you around, to face him. His voice softens, almost apologetic. âI know I was a dick. I know I didnât respond to you, and Iâm sorry for that. I didnât know how to handle it⊠handle us. It confused me, and instead of facing it, I pushed you away.â His breath catches slightly, and you feel his chest tighten against your back.
His hand moves to cup your cheek, tilting your face slightly toward him, his thumb brushing over your skin as though itâs a promise, an apology. The weight of his gaze is intense, but thereâs also something tender there, something that wants to pull you back in, closer. âI know youâre still hurting, darling. I see it. And I... Iâll spend a lifetime making up for it, because thatâs what I want. A lifetime. With you. Not as some informant or some... thing, but as my beloved. You. By my side. Always.â
He pauses, letting his words hang in the air between you. His voice drops, the quiet sorrow of his confession sending a twinge of guilt through you. "I donât have the right to ask this of you, I know," Sylus continues, his voice thick with emotion. "But seeing you push me away⊠Itâs harder than I ever thought it would be. Harder than I want to admit." He presses his forehead lightly against your temple, his breath shaky. "Iâve never needed someone the way I need you, and I didnât know how to tell you that. But I do. I need you."
You can feel him tense slightly, the shift in his demeanor telling you that his thoughts have turned darker. His voice lowers, the jealousy evident in the way he speaks, though itâs wrapped in a softness that almost makes it harder to bear.
"And Dr. Zayne... I canât stand the thought of him being so close to you," Sylus adds, his voice low and thick with a possessiveness that unsettles you in its intensity. "It kills me, you know? Watching him with you, hearing you laugh like that with him, as if I donât even exist." His arm tightens again, almost painfully, as if he needs to remind you, remind both of you, where you truly belong. "I know I have no claim on you... but... I can't help but feel like thereâs a part of you that wants him in a way that... I can't compete with." His voice hardens, jealousy dripping from every word. "It eats at me, knowing he has a part of you that Iâm fighting for."
"Sylus..." Your voice cracked slightly as you repeated his name, your breath hitching, caught in the tension between you. His name felt heavy on your tongue, like it was both a question and an answer. You had never said it so quietly, so vulnerably. The memories of earlier came rushing backâhim with her, that delicate smile he gave her, the way she leaned into him just a little too comfortably. It had burned in your chest, the jealousy creeping in with a venomous ache.
The words tumbled out before you could stop them, too fast to gather, too painful to hide. "I felt the same... when I saw you with her," you confessed, swallowing thickly. "I felt so... so useless, Sylus. When I saw you with her, it felt like... like she was everything you needed. Better than me. And that... it broke me, Sylus. I felt like I wasnât enough, like I wasnât... worth it.â
The words stung, bitter and unrelenting, but the weight of them was finally lifted as you let them spill out. You felt exposed, naked in your insecurity, but somehow, it was all you could do to stand there and wait for him to respond. You could feel the weight of it, of how small youâd felt in that moment, how unworthy you had become in your own eyes. The self-doubt gnawed at your insides, each thought of her with him twisting like a knife in your gut.
Sylusâs expression softened, his features melting into a tender sadness, as though he were seeing you for the first time, truly seeing you. His hand reached out slowly, almost hesitantly, as if afraid to shatter the fragile space between you. His touch was a gentle comfort, his fingers brushing against your cheek, his voice a low whisper, "Darling, you're none of that... none of it, I swear."
You shook your head, feeling the tears threatening, but you couldnât let them fall, not yet. His words were kind, but the ache in your chest was still there, an unhealed wound.
He continued, his voice steady but thick with something deeper. "I didnât know you felt that way... about her, in the same way I feel about Zayne." His gaze met yours, and for the first time tonight, it wasnât uncertain. It was so gentle, so soft, tender. "But you need to know, you're it for me, DarlingâŠ" he murmured, his fingers curling around yours, grounding you in the quiet storm of your emotions. "Yes, I want help from her, but..." He paused, as if weighing his words carefully, "...I need you more." His words were a balm to the wounds that had festered within you, but the tenderness in his eyes was what finally reached you. His hand slid down to your shoulder, his thumb grazing the skin there. His warmth surrounded you, and you let yourself sink into the comfort of his words. The jealousy, the insecurity that had burned so fiercely in you when you saw him with her, melted in the face of the tenderness he was offering now.
You swallowed, trying to steady yourself as your heart raced, the intensity of the moment almost overwhelming. âZayne⊠Zayneâs just a friend,â you said, your voice fragile but firm, âsomeone who helped me... helped me see past the stuff in my head. After everything, I just... needed someone to remind me that Iâm not broken.â
Sylus's eyes softened even more, the depth of his gaze sending shivers down your spine. He nodded slowly, his expression filled with understanding. The tension between you didnât disappear entirely, but it was now laced with something more tender. More real.
âYouâre not broken, Darling.â he repeated, and there was a quiet strength in his voice, something that made you believe him more than you ever had before. âYouâre everything Iâve ever needed... and more.â
"I... Iâm sorry," you whispered, a lump in your throat as you looked up at him. "I never wanted to make you feel like I didnât care. I just... I was afraid youâd choose her over me."
Sylusâs fingers brushed against the nape of your neck, pulling you closer, his forehead pressing gently against yours. "You never have to apologize for that, Darling." he murmured, his voice warm, his breath mingling with yours. âIt was my fault and I accept that.â
The room was quiet, save for the soft sound of your breathing, as Sylus stood before you, his face drawn with intensity. The flickering light from the lamp cast soft shadows across his features, but his gaze... his gaze was sharp, focused entirely on you.
"I love you, Darling" he said, his words lingering in the air as though they were the first time he had allowed himself to say them out loud. "Iâm in love with you," he confessed, his voice steady despite the raw emotion that tinged it. "Iâve been in love with you for a while now, and Iâve tried to deny it. Tried to hide it from you and myself, but I canât anymore. I wonât. I love you, and I need you to know that."
The breath you hadnât realized you were holding caught in your throat. Everything in you froze, then splintered. The confession, so pure, so vulnerable, hit you with a force you hadnât been prepared for. You stood there, unable to move, a mix of surprise and relief flooding your chest.
He loves you. Sylus. The one you had longed for, yearned, and hoped for in silence. Your heart stuttered in your chest, the world around you growing impossibly still.
"IâŠ" you whispered, voice trembling, and you had to stop, had to steady yourself before the words could spill from your lips. "Iâve love you too," you said, your voice barely more than a breath, but it carried all the weight of everything you had kept inside. "Iâve loved you, and I never told you because I was afraid. Afraid that I was asking too much. Afraid of the rejection. Afraid that I wasnât enough."
Sylusâs expression softened, his lips curling into a frown as he stepped forward, closing the space between you. His hands reached for you, but not in the way you had feared or expected. They were gentle, his touch a plea for understanding. "Oh, darling," he whispered, shaking his head slowly. "Iâm so sorry. Iâm sorry you ever felt like you needed to hide it from me."
He reached up, brushing his thumb along your cheek, and you flinched slightly, your emotions suddenly overwhelming you, raw and untamed. "Weâre both idiots," he continued, his voice almost tender with the weight of the admission. "Weâve been skirting around each other, afraid of saying the one thing we both needed to say."
Your laugh came out soft, almost fragile, the tension in your chest breaking for the first time since Sylus had walked into your home. It was a quiet sound, but it was the first time youâd laughed all night, the first time youâd allowed yourself to feel something other than fear or uncertainty in the past few weeks with him involved. But that laugh didnât last long. As soon as it came, the tears followed, the ones you had been holding back for so long, finally slipping free. The dam you had built up crumbled, and before you could stop them, hot tears streamed down your face. before you could even reach up to brush them away, his hand was there, steady and warm against your cheek.
"Donât," you whispered, your voice thick with the ache you could no longer hide. "Please, donât look at me like this. Iâmâ"
"Stop," Sylus interrupted softly, his hand holding yours gently, his gaze unwavering. "Donât hide from me. I want to see all of you⊠everything youâve been hiding. I know you think I donât see it, but I do." His eyes locked onto yours with such intensity that you couldnât look away. "I see it when you think Iâm not watching. I see the way you pull back, the way you hide the parts of you that you think I canât handle. But I am looking. Iâve always been looking. And I donât want you to hide anymore. Not from me. And Iâm here and I want all of you."
His words were a medicine to the parts of you that had been bruised, the parts that had feared being exposed, vulnerable. But in his eyes, there was only love. No judgment. No pity. Just... love. And it was enough. It was more than enough.
The tears that had slipped down your face slowed, but they didnât stop. You didnât try to wipe them away this time, allowing yourself to be seen for the first time in ages. The sobs that followed were soft but trembled with relief, with something finally breaking open inside of you.
Sylusâs arms were around you in an instant, pulling you close, holding you in the kind of embrace that made you feel as though you could finally breathe, as though the weight of everything you had been carrying could finally be set down.
"Iâm sorry," you whispered, almost broken. "Iâve been so scared, Sylus. Scared of this, of being cast away... of losing you."
"Youâll never lose me, Darling." he murmured, his voice firm and unwavering as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.
You tilted your head back slightly, your face still damp with the remnants of the tears that had fallen, and through your wet lashes, you searched his face. Sylus held you close, his arms wrapped around you in a way that made you feel safe, even as the doubts lingered in your heart. You wanted to believe him, but the fear, the uncertainty, was still there, buried deep beneath the surface.
He must have seen it in your eyes, the way you still hesitated, the uncertainty you couldn't quite shake. Sylus made a half-frustrated sound in the back of his throat, his hands tightening around you for a split second, before they slid up to cradle your face. His thumb brushed against your cheek again, a tender, pleading touch, before he leaned in, his lips finding yours in a sudden, urgent kiss.
The kiss was unlike any other. It wasnât slow, it wasnât soft. It was intense, filled with desperation, as though he needed you to understand just how deeply he felt for you, just how much you meant to him. His hands cupped your face, holding you as if you were the only thing that mattered in that moment, as if the world had stopped turning just for you. His lips pressed against yours with a kind of fire, but it wasnât angry, no. It was passionate, desperate in its own way, like he wanted you to feel how important you were to him, how much you had been wanted, loved.
Your hands trembled as they reached up, gripping the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer, wanting to bridge the distance between you, as though the kiss itself could erase every lingering doubt in your heart. Your breath hitched when you felt his pulse quicken under your touch, his heartbeat matching the frantic pace of your own. Each breath you took seemed to echo in the stillness of the room, mingling with the heat of his kiss, our lips moving together with a quiet urgency, the world beyond the two of you fading into a distant blur. You felt everythingâevery brush of his fingers, every subtle shift of his body against yours, the way his chest rose and fell beneath your palms, how his breath felt against your lips as if he couldnât get close enough to you.
Your chests rose and fell together, the world spinning around you. You could feel the heat of him, the urgency that still lingered in his touch, the way he kept you close, almost as if he were afraid to let go.
Breathing became an afterthought, both of you gasping for air when the kiss broke, but neither of you pulled far enough away to lose the connection. Sylusâs forehead rested against yours, his breath hot against your lips as he whispered, voice still heavy with emotion. âEvery day, from henceforth, I will work to make sure you never feel the need to doubt yourself. Not in my life. Not with me." His words, slow and deliberate, sank deep into your heart like a promise he would keep.
The intensity of the moment hung between you both, the room still, save for the soft sound of your breathing as you both slowly came back to reality. But in his eyes, you saw nothing but certaintyâcertainty that you were enough. That you always had been.
His hand found yours again, fingers weaving with yours, and he gave it a gentle squeeze, as if the simple touch was a quiet reassurance.
"You are everything to me," he murmured, his voice steady now, grounding you as much as his embrace. "And Iâll make sure you never forget that.â
Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, absorbing his words, his warmth, his certainty. In his arms, you could feel the truth of his promise, somewhere deep inside, the doubts began to fade.
For the first time in a long time, you believed him. And when he kissed you again, this time softer, it was like the beginning of something new.
AN: reblogs, feedback and opinions are appreciated!
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Self-Aware!Sylus x Down-bad!Player
Sylus becoming aware he is a character in a game and now heâs aware of you as well. A modern day Romeo & Juliet story here âŠ. A tragic love story A/N: Donât fight me [Requested by: Anon]
Self-Aware!Sylus who realizes heâs in a game when he can sense your energy on the other side of a phantom wall. He can hear you squealing when he calls you honey and you're radiating happiness when you send him random emojis.
Self-Aware!Sylus who finally sees you when he happens to be looking around during a photoshoot and sees your shocked face when he makes eye contact. He smirks and turns back to the in-game version of you. âWhy are you out there?â You dropped your phone and stared at it in shock. Did Sylus just âŠ.. talk to you? You muttered a low âHello?â but got no response. You brushed it off as you just being tired and on the game too long.
Self-Aware!Sylus who manages to create a keyboard in your chat so he can actually text you. You were so confused when you opened it and it allowed you to type without just pressing a prompt. You gave it a spin with a quick âHey Sylusâ something simple. Of course the message was read immediately and he replied with a âHello [your name]â you stared at the screen in shock not knowing if this was a new update or if you were just going crazy.
Self-Aware!Sylus who chuckles when he sees you pouting because you didnât get his card so when you close the app and lay down he gifts you the card himself. You opened the app and the first thing Sylus says to you is âI donât like seeing you sad, check your memories I left a gift for youâ. When you open your memories you see that you not only got his most recent card but all of his five star memories. âWhat's happening here?â âYouâre smile is so captivating I just had to see it againâ
Self-Aware!Sylus who opens the app randomly throughout the day so he can see you âI havenât seen you all day what are you doing?â causing you to snatch your phone off the table because he always seems to catch you when youâre at work or around a group of people. âSylus I'm at work I'll call you when I get offâ he crosses his arms and seems to be pouting? âI donât like how much you have to work I donât see you as oftenâ âWell not all of us are billionaires some of us work for said billionaires to make a livingâ âI wish I could take care of youâŠ.â âYou and me bothâ
Self-Aware!Sylus who teases you when he wins a game of kitty cards or who uses his evol to get every stuffed animal for you when you get frustrated. âYou sure do wear your heart on your sleeves sweetieâ
Self-Aware!Sylus who stares directly at you when youâre doing a photoshoot with your in-game MC âSylus focus on her so I can get the pictureâ âI want to focus on you thoughâ âShe is meâ ââŠ..sheâs notâ
Self-Aware!Sylus who tells you not to fall in love because heâs not real, but he falls head over heels in love with you anyway. From the late night conversations of you explaining your world to him and just talking about everything and nothing at the same time. He canât help it one night when youâre up late on the phone as always he just has to ask âDo you love me?â youâre shocked by his question, but swiftly answer with a shy âYea I doâ
Sylus: I thought we agreed not to fall in love Y/N: I was already in love you just noticed late Sylus: I believe I fell harder You giggled as something somber settled in your chest. Y/N: Weâll never truly be together you know? Sylus: I know and yet I continue to long for you âŠ. I wish I could kiss you Y/N: I wish you could tooâŠ..
Self-Aware!Zayne
Self-Aware!Xavier
Self-Aware!Rafayel
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characters: penacony men x gn!reader
warnings: fluff, slight angst, poor attempt at comedy, slight spoilers for some character story and 2.2 penacony quest, injury and blood mention
notes: another popular demand! this time with more cat bois!!! part 1 can be found here! tho this can be read as its own part too. genshin boys ver is here!
art credit goes to Flambo_19 on twt!
you just canât keep yourself away from taking in random strays that are an absolute shit to you huh, [name]?
his breed? orange. thatâs it, thatâs the breed, what more do you want me to say? jk but heâs still orange. american shorthair orange me thinks. friendly, adaptable, easygoing, playful, good with children and other pets â a perfect american shorthair orange
you first found the poor thing at the streets, hiding under a vehicle, too scared to come out or any approaching humans. sweet cat had a broken limb, holding the dangling paw to his chest as he pathetically meowed
thankfully, you managed to scoop the orange cat up into your arms, wrapped up in your coat before rushing him to the nearest vet
since then, nyanturine has made his progress to be your next addition to an ever growing collection of cats
a strangely crow like cat. nyanturine likes shiny, expensive things. shiny rocks? his. shiny clothes? his. material that glitters? his. expensive earrings and diamonds? his. expensive jewelries? his. everything shiny and expensive that the orange cat lays his eyes upon is his now. pretty please, [name] buy him that earring for him to play with?
out of every cats at home â you sure your home isnât a daycare for cats? â nyanturine gets along the most with dr.nyatio and occasionally with nyelt. the orange and brown cats can be found chatting away, peacefully settled on the windowsill
not so surprisingly, nyanturine is chatty as every orange cats are, except he needs to get used to the human first before turning into a yapper. with you, it only took a week spent in your arms for nyanturine to get used to your presence
just sit him beside you on the table behind his own mini computer with one of his favorite shiny earrings laid before him while you do your work on your own computer and nyanturine will be chatting your ear off in a storm. though, his yapping sometimes tends to irritate the other cats. dr.nyatio being one of them as you watched the bigger cat jump into the table before smacking nyanturine over the head with his paw
you were pretty sure you witnessed an attempted homicide between cats that dayâŠ
surprisingly, nyanturine also likes games! card games, poker, monopoly, uno. donât ask how but somehow you once got bested by your damn cat when nyanturine placed down +10 on you at uno. you nearly ended up behind bars if it werenât for meow yuanâs big floofy body holding you downâ
he will push all of the tokens in front of him towards the table with a meow. sometimes, you swear you can hear âall in!â in his meows but maybe thatâs the ghosts in your home talking
out of every cats you housed and still do till this day, nyanturine has the most unique eyes. cyan blue on the inside fading out into a pinkish hue. when asking about it from the vets, all they could do was shrug and say it could perhaps be a very unique ocular albinism or dna mutation. either way, your cats are a fucking model
nyanturine loves the mini fedora hat you made for him as a joke. wears it nearly everyday, every time, anywhere unless he accidentally knocks it over when zooming around the house
a solid kitty if you can get behind the creepy gloving of his eyes in the dark and his tendency to win against you in every poker games
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you first found dr.nyatio by⊠huh? whatchu mean you didnât found him? youâre telling me he just waltzed his ass inside your home one day through the window and has been making himself one of the many feline bosses of the house just like that? you sure dr.nyatio isnât anyone elseâs cat? [name]? [name], answer meâŠ
well⊠whatever floats your boat i guessâŠ
the most sassiest out of all of the fucking cats and that is saying something because you literally have nyan heng and meow yuan
a bengal, me thinks. snow lynx type of marbled tan and brown bengal. a smart piece of shit and he knows it, always yapping your ears off about a certain topic. more specifically, anything to do with algorithm, geometry etc etc
but compared to nyanturine and meowhill, dr.nyatio only ever yaps about those topics and those topics only. oddly enough, he kind of reminds you of one of those annoying lecturers at your old universityâŠ
very very curious cat. whatâs up there? why are you late? what did you bring? whatâs inside your bag? why do you smell so different?
pause.
why do you smell so different, [name]? where have you been? who have you been with? why are you later than usual, [name]? [name] answer him. answer dr.nyatio right now before he loses his shitâ
oddly likes bathing time compared to the other cats. though, dr.nyatio is a diva when it cones to taking his baths. the water must be lukewarm, not too full so when he sits in the bathtub, the water will be around his low chest area. the bath must have bubbles and those cute yellow ducks floating around or he will not step inside the bathroom
do you think of him as a low class cat? how dare you, [name]
yeah⊠safe to say that dr.nyatio spends more money on shampoo, hair treatment than you do
gets along with every cats actually. other than nyanturine. the two tend to scuffle sometimes. and sometimes, you can find dr.nyatio just yapping away to the other cats while he points at⊠an encyclopedia? since when and where did he drag that out from?
dr.nyatio has an odd hyper fixation and obsession with ancient greek things. anything related to them and the cat is not leaving the site or the front of the screen, patiently watching and listening to the documentary about ancient greek and its architectures and impact in the field of mathematics
once, you decided to bring him along to your local clay making club for shits and giggles, making a mini ionic order pillars and he fucking loved it. loves to sit in the middle of the curved placed pillars and have his pictures taken like a model
dr.nyatio also loves the cute cat helmet like thing you made for him from plastic diy materials. it works as something akin to a mask for him and the bengal loves wearing it whenever you have to step outside with him
once, one of your friends who came over at your home asked you why you named dr.nyatio that way
âis he a doctor or something? what field is his research then?â they asked, unknowingly opening a jar of worms upon themselves. you simply opened up dr.nyatioâs favorite encyclopedia in front of your friend as the bengal cat takes his place, starting to yap up a storm as the cat points to random parts of the book
after a good hour or two, your friend turned to you for help, quietly coming to regret their decision. dr.nyatio didnât take that kindly, smacking your friendâs face back to focus on him with his soft paw before continuing
yep. doctor veritas nyatio, everyone
âmeaw! [name], mrrp ammmeow mrrep mrrya! you will refer to me as doctor and doctor alone!â
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a very demanding grey korat breed of cat, mr.meowday is
he isnât much talkative nor is he much affectionate. but what meowday is, demanding and loves control. you once asked your local vet for advice after months of the grey korat telling you exactly how to make his food, which kibbles to buy etc etc and the vet simply reassured you with a âkorat breed of cats tend to be a bit demanding and intelligent. they love to be in charge so donât worryâ and a pat on the back
yeah⊠you have yourself another demanding cat that loves to make you his human slave alongside dr.nyatio. donât you think you have enough cats reigning over you in your own home now, [name]?
you adopted the poor thing from a shelter near your workplace when you heard the poor thing constantly crying out. when asking the shelter workers, they said that the cat tends to do that at random hours of the day, just calling out for attention from someone or a certain something
taking pity on the poor lonely korat sitting in the corner of his cage with his back to the world, you decided to adopt him, making yet another dumb decision
really loves sundays for that is one of the days that you have time to spend the whole day at home with the cats. and you also love to dub the last day of the week as âlazy dayâ and therefore, you decided to name him after it. meowday, he was since then
still, even after months of living with you and the other cats, meowday still sits on the window sling, meowing out for someone or something as he wistfully stares out the window. poor cat⊠youâre still having some problem trying to understand what was the problem and why meowday would do that so you can at least comfort the poor thing
one day while you were showing your co-workers who loves cats as well of your cats and landed on meowday. seeing the grey, elegant korat, your co-worker asked over and over if that really was your cat
you nodded with a furrowed brows, finding it odd that your co-worker would ask such questions. until they whipped out their phone, scrolling through their gallery before showing you⊠an eerily similar korat
same shade of eyes, same pose, same elegant manner â you would nearly mistake it for your own cat if it werenât for the slight shade of white grey of your co-workerâs cat fur
a korat as well. from the same animal shelter you adopted meowday too!
after careful consideration and a lot of talk, you two decided to let the two felines meet on the weekends to see if they are perhaps lost siblings, parents or anything along the lines
finally, the day arrives and your co-worker comes over. a carrying bag slung over their shoulder as they step inside. meowday could barely care for your human companion coming over, it happens all the time and he had grown used to the presence of visitors unlike some of the other cats
until he hears a soft meow that sounded eerily similar to his sister. whipping his head around, meowday nearly broke his paws due to his sudden rough landing from the window sling, practically zooming over before tackling the smaller korat to the floor
sad yet happy meows coming from meowday, grooming the other catsâ face with loud constant meows. you were pretty sure that your co-workerâs cat was meowdayâs sibling now
ever since then, the grey korat constantly scratches at your feet, doing his utmost best to silently ask you to let him see his sister again, nearly everyday. please just allow him to see his sister, he had dearly missed her. please, he will be a good kitty! the best kitty in the house!
meowday could barely go a day without glooming if he doesnât see his sister, and so you and your co-worker arranged a weekly meetings and a video call everyday to allow the siblings to meow to each other through the screen
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is it a mini panther? is it a dog? no! itâs just your one of the most chillest cats, gallagnya
heâs a havana brown like nyeltâ wait a minute, what do you mean he wasnât a havan brown like nyelt? you sure you got it correctly? the fur sample? huhâŠ?
âgallagnya is actually a bombay cat. brown bombayâ you can hear the vet on the phone, your face immediately going pale at the news of what breed gallagnya truly has been all this time as the said cat stares at you with a âmhm. thatâs rightâ face from the kitchen counter
why? what was the reason you were suddenly going pale you ask? you were so sure that gallagnya was another havana brown like nyelt and has been feeding him nyeltâs kibbles for havana brown. in simpler terms, youâve been feeding gallagnya the wrong kibbles
very wrong kibbles
but donât worry, gallagnya is a chill cat and he immediately forgave you with a lick to your forehead the next day you came home crying with a bunch of treats and the correct kibbles for the shaggy, brown cat
gallagnya isnât exactly a mean cat but he enjoyed the look of jealousy and anger on the other catsâ face as you pampered him day in and out for giving him the wrong kibbles. the bombay cat secretly hoped that you spent a little bit longer without knowing his exact breed so you could pamper him more. eh, oh well
the main reason your vet had a hard time finding out exactly what breed he was is because bombay cats arenât the most easiest to spot or find out. itâs a bit hard to detect them and their breed since they are a human bred cat breed
but at least you have another big cat! third biggest cat after lion like meow yuan and cheetah like nyepard. safe to say you feel safe as hell whenever you go out for a quick walk with your three big cats
another funny thing about the story between you and gallagnya is that⊠you genuinely donât know where the fuck the large cat came from. did he follow you home? did he slip in through the open window one day and made himself home? who knows. not you
at least gallagnya is chill. and nice. gets along well with basically every cat except for mr.meowdayâ âWOOF!â
âeh, itâs probably just the neighborâs dog going out for a walk in the hallways of the apartmentââ
âWOOF!â before you could finish your little excuse for the barking you just heard, you feel the heavy big body of gallagnya pounce on top of you on the bed, effectively knocking the air out of your lungs
⊠great. not only do you have hundreds of cats inside your home, three of them being nearly as big as predator wildlife animals, you have to worry about the third biggest cat being a barker rather than a meower
when and where the fuck did gallagnya even learned to bark rather than meow anyways? eh, thatâs a question for you to find out next morning. right now, you were too damn tired and your bed was a siren that you willingly gave yourself to
you did not found out the answer to that question the next morning. even the vets were weirded out by it since, although bombay cats are indeed seen as dog-like with their playful and friendly nature, they never cane across one that literally barked like a dog
well⊠at least you can scare people away with gallagnyaâs barksâŠ?
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the siamese mom in me wants to say that meowhill would be a siamese, but the logical brain in me is shouting TUXEDO CAT
and yes, meowhill is indeed a tuxedo cat. one that just wonât shut up and leave you alone
going to the bathroom? let him come along and get real political while lying on the bathroom rugs while you take a shit
leaving for the convenience store? just let him stay on your shoulder while he yaps your ears off about which seasoning to pickâ no, screwubaBOO THE KOREAN SOY SAUCE TASTES BETTER ON BARBECUE!
staying home and trying to type up your work on the computer? you have a free proofreader for you who wouldnât hesitate to meow your ears off and point at some of the things you wrote. he will even sit on your keyboard
due to his yapper nature, meowhill tends to irritate some of the cats. especially those who love their peace and quiet and staying silent
which is a huge surprise whenever you find the mischievous tuxedo cat constantly beside nyan heng, the poor black manx looking dreadful as he allows meowhill to yap his ears off. you did not wanted to get entangled nor did you go over and wanted to hear what meowhill was yapping about
meowhill also gets along with nyagenti! the two cats seem to share a past together as when you first brought meowhill home, the tuxedo cat went straight first to the elegant norweigan forest cat
ah right, speaking of bringing meowhill inâŠ
you found the poor thing with a rotted paws and bad burn wounds. poor little thing was burnt so badly it was hard to tell the color of his fur and he kept yowling in pain when you wrapped your coat around him to rush him to the nearest vet
sadly, his front two legs were badly broken and injured and had no way of recovering. and so, the vets had no other choice but to put him under anesthetic to cut off his front two legs and replace them with prosthetics
due to the nature of his injuries, meowhill required a lot of your and the other catsâ attention. recovering from losing both of his front legs and the nasty burn wounds is a long journey and meowhill needed the support from his new human friend and fellow felines
after a long and sometimes painful 2 months, meowhill had made a full recovery! the tuxedo catâs fur grew back and he had gotten used to walking and sprinting on his prosthetic legs. you never realized how much of an energetic cat he was until you broke the news that he made a full recovery
though, like meowday, meowhill has a slight problem of constantly sitting on the window sling and meowing out the window. why? you didnât know
is very protective of little nyanqing. you can find the tuxedo constantly nagging meow yuan and stealing meow yuanâs little cub away from him. holding the tiny munchkin by his scruff and taking him away to dote on the little cream cat somewhere in the house
it wasnât until you took the tuxedo cat out for a shopping in the pet essentials store as a congratulations for making full recovery and the tuxedo immediately latched onto a tiny, white kitten plush did you connect the dots
poor thing had a kitten beforeâŠ
you bought the white kitten plush for him of course. you donât have the heart to wrench it away from him
making a trip back to where you originally found meowhill, you couldnât find anything much other than an old, burnt, red scarf. you made an exact same replica of the mini scarf in secret and gave it to meowhill for his birthday gift, wrapping the soft silk around his neck snuggly before wrapping the same scarf around the plushie
ever since then, meowhill has been deathly clingy with you and the plushie. there isnât a single day or night where you wonât see meowhill without the white plushie, grooming it, cuddling with it and taking it with him by the scruff of the kitten plushie
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an elegant norweigan forest cat! is his fur, brown? burgundy? red? no one knows!
nyagenti is such a beautiful cat that he competes with meow yuan in their beauty level whenever you take them out on a walk. everyone wants to pet the elegant kitties and it doesnât help that meow yuan and nyagenti are both such gentle kitties
gets along with every cats! anyone! your friends that came over for a game night, the sitters when you need to be away for a few days of business trip, the neighbors â everyone! nyagenti has no enemies
out of everyone, nyagenti gets along best with nyelt, nyan heng and meowhill. meowhill and nyagenti used to share a past it seemed as the two cats hit it off right away while the norweigan forest cat got used to the presence of nyan heng and nyelt very quickly
tends to yap sometimes â more like pray to someone or something â but isnât as bad as meowhill or nyaturine
doesnât really mind bath times but he prefers grooming more than bath times. he has a beautiful long fur and theyâre very dense and thick so it takes the whole day for him to finally become dry so, please letâs just settle on grooming? he can bring over the brushes for you!
a very big gift giver! shiny jewels, pretty leaves that just fell, nice shaped rocks, cockroachesâ nope. nuh-uh. you are NOT getting cockroaches as a gift even though the thought is sweeâ OH MY GOD HE DROPPED THE COCKROACH ON YOUR BED!!!1!1!
yeah⊠your friend looks at you as if youâve finally lost your mind when they came over one day and saw hundreds of rat poisons, bug and insect killing sprays just racked on your shelf like youâre gonna sell them. in return you simply deadpanned back and pointed at nyagenti who already had another cockroach in his mouth
how did you ended up having nyagenti? who knows. at this point you gave up on trying to keep track of how, when, where you got your cats from. he probably just made himself known in your house one day and you simply accepted the sign from cat distribution system no.195826592649
such a gentlemanly cat. you joke that he can kiss the back of your hand to the guests and guess what? one day, nyagenti actually did do that. the look on the guestâs face will forever live rent free in your mind
really likes red roses for some reason. thankfully, roses arenât toxic to cats unlike some other flowers such as lily, daffodil, hyacinths but nyagentiâs love for red roses nearly borderlines on obsession in a sense
when asking the vet if there could be any reason or explanation for this, they simply patted your back, told you that you had a tendency to attract weird cats and shooed you out. not fully, but they lowkey did that and said âroses have a nice scent that tends to attract cats or dogs. they might end up taking a bite from the flower but it isnât poisonous or toxic, so no need to worryâ
still, youâre getting tired of constantly living with red rose petals thrown everywhere in your house. so much so you have gotten used to it and just decided to leave it be. if your friend comes over and sees the rose petals as something romantical, you simply shove nyagenti into their faces
unlike the other cats, nyagenti isnât the most clingy or affectionate cat. though, that isnât to say he is cold and distant, he does love you! but he just shows it in small ways and in quiet manners
bringing over his brush for you to help him groom his beautiful thick fur, waking you up gently in the morning with soft meows and gentle licks, even knowing to turn on the AC on a warm temperature after your shower because you always come out shivering
and he is definitely the one who leaves the fresh red roses on your bedside nightstand every morning you wake up
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since @ohimsummer is talking about arcade dates with toru, i had such a funny thought in my head.
loverboy!satoru who is flexing about his skills and everything to you on your first arcade date. you're not even buying it. you're sure he is blatantly lying trying to impress you. but turns out, he was not. his instincts are so strong and course of actions faster than a computer. you challenge him at every game and he ends up winning all of them. mocking you with a "you cryin'?" when you're pouting. but then you pull out a card he wasn't ready for. you grab him by his wrist and take him to the claw machine. everybody knows claw machines are rigged and they are undefeated. the claws are purposely loose so you just keep on feeding it money without winning anything ever so soon.
"win me that hello kitty plush in a single try and i'll go on a second date," it comes out more as an order rather than a request. satoru pokes his tongue against his inner cheek. "scared to lose? i thought you were the strongest, pretty boy." the salt rubbed too deep on his ego. he left for a few minutes, and you thought it must be nature's call. he returned with a glorious smile on his face.
"ight. bet." he said. you moved aside to not get in his way as he scanned the card. the machine beeped, green light indicating he can start. you were giggling behind knowing it is impossible to get it on the first try. gojo's hands moved the controller in a calculated manner, eyes on the prize. he hit press when the angle was just right. a smile masked your face, waiting for the claw to losen up and the toy to fall, but your smile kept fading with every second it reached the exit. without dropping it. five seconds later, hello kitty was in toru's hand and a surprise on your face.
"how did youâwhaâon the firstâhuh?" you struggled to articulate a sentence.
"told ya. 'cause 'm the strongest, princess." he snaked one hand around your waist, bending a little to plant a kiss on your cheek. when you were busy enjoying it, he looked over to the side and winked at one of the staff. "now, how does a movie sound for a second date?"
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Lnds: Their nicknames for you
Warning: No warning!
SYLUS:
Peeping Tom - You like to enter the shower when he's in, and he can no longer count on his fingers how many times you walked in on him changing, not that he's shy. Despite this, he doesn't lock the door to his closet or the bathroom. One day, when you're off guard, he'll definitely pounce at you.
Mrs. Boss (Alt. Little boss) - You weren't married, no, but with how you treat him, he feels like a husband. Despite being the boss of Onichynus, it's amusing to see you hand out orders. This nickname is something he'd use while you're undercover and using your aristocrat alter-identity. The Mrs. was something he used because he likes to imagine you're married to him; after all, no man can match you other than him.
My Wife - Again, you weren't married, but people can't seem to take a hint when he says he's not interested. At every event, someone is bound to throw themselves at him and insist on being his company, but with a simple mention of "I have a wife," followed by a statement about you being displeased or angered, they scurry away. You don't know he uses that nickname in front of strangers, and it doesn't look like he's going to stop anytime soon.
Other nicknames: Dessert Vacuum, Little Birdie & Little Hamster
Xavier:
Ms. Idol - He once overheard you singing out loud while you were in the shower. When you were at the karaoke bar, madly drunk, you kept stealing the microphone from your peers. Sometimes, he also likes to listen to you hum. He deems it appropriate to give you that nickname.
Little Star - You were very skilled against him in kitty cards, and it didn't feel appropriate to give you the nickname "Best Player in Linkon City, Queen of Kitty Cards," so he just called you the Little Star. How that nickname correlates to the game is unknown to you, but oh well.
Personal Pillow - He likes to sleep on you. On your shoulder, on your thigh, even against your backâhe can and will go to sleep if he could. Xavier would always wake up with you in his embrace, and you never really complained, so he continued doing it. He'll only use this nickname whenever you're staying up late, and he's waiting for you to go to bed. You'll be in the living room, and you'll hear him say, "I need my pillow to sleep!"
Other nicknames: Pastry Princess & Pretty Lady
Rafayel:
Bully - With your frequent teasing and provocation, you ought to see this one coming. This is his nickname on your phone, and you didn't really know it until you snooped around. Once you find out, he outright calls you a bully whenever you poke fun at him for doing something.
My Muse - He doesn't call you this face-to-face, but this is your nickname when Rafayel is talking to art buyers and connoisseurs. They often ask about who he's drawing inspiration from. He sometimes says "his lover," but to him, it felt more exciting and intriguing to refer to you as his muse.
Starfish - This was a testament to your habit of hogging the entire bed. Every time you sleep over, you end up sprawled all over the bed like a starfish stuck to glass. Rafayel had to endure the small space that he had left on his bed and altogether just slept on the sofa on bad nights. Sometimes, he'd be surprised to wake up with the bed all to himself until he looked at the floor. And there you were in the same position, except flipped over.
Other nicknames: Pufferfish/Koi Fish, Beau, Cutie
Zayne:
Ms. Hunter - He uses this nickname when you're in the hospital getting treated for an injury from work. This is a nickname that's also a sign: a sign that Zayne is mildly pissed at your carelessness at work. When he uses this nickname, he becomes formal with you until you get a good dose of scolding from him.
Honey - He uses this on a daily basis inside your home and when he's on his day off. This was sort of like your second name, and whenever you hear the word, you almost always turn to look at Zayne. You call him honey, too, but you prefer the shorter version: Hun.
Sweetheart - This is a nickname Zayne uses to comfort you. Whenever you have a bad day or are in a bad mood, Zayne will automatically enter 'doting-lover' mode. He'd use this to refer to you and break down your emotional walls until you can tell him what's wrong. 10/10 if he uses this nickname outside of those moments, then it means Zayne is asking you to do him a favor of some sort.
Other nicknames: Sweetie & Wife
Caleb:
Angry Bird - Caleb calls you this because back then, you had the temperament of a fussy old lady. He'd always find a way to piss you off, and you'd run after him with a stick or something that you could hit him with.
Author footnotes: I added Caleb because I want to slowly integrate him to my works.
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Floof Attack
Synopsis: Xavier had always been a clingy kitty, one of the perks working from home is that he could always be at your side. But leaving for a few days to attend your friend's wedding had been a mistake. You find your sweet boy out in the garden. With his back turned to you, you try to draw his attention, but he only feels abandoned. How do you deal with a sulking Xavikitty? Well, you don't need any hints. You know exactly where to pet to get a cat purring.
Tags: xavier x afab!reader, MDNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED, no use of y/n, smut, porn with little plot, not proofread, guided handjobs, outdoor sex, fluff, use of pet names (kitty, sweet star, darling, sweet boy, my love), pouty xavier, yearning, soft sex, CATBOY!XAVIER, jeremiah and jenna mention
Words: 4.2k
a/n: in light of the new banner and my hyperfixation on catboys i have decided to release fics about them! i hope you enjoy! ive been sitting on these plots since they have been announced so they arent 100% accurate to the cards but they have my own spin on them!
ao3 | Yes, Cat Caretaker master list | kofi
You step out of the cab and as soon as your feet touch the ground you sigh, happily. You're home, finally. After a weekend away for Jenna's wedding you wanted nothing more than to climb onto your couch, stretch out and nap - but not without your loving kitty, Xavier. He had been upset with you leaving for the weekend, not able to bring him along, to the point he nearly stole your suitcase from you to force you to stay. The look on his sad face as you closed the door on him etched into your mind - the slight tremble to his lip, his wide blue eyes glossy, and his fluffy ears sagging as he stood in the living room watching you go.Â
Your mutual friend Jeremiah stopping by a few times a day with takeout, so Xavier doesn't burn your house down and to keep him company. Even sending you a few sneakily taken pictures of him napping, curling in on himself, fluffy tail resting over his stomach. It only made you miss him more and more each day, to feel his soft fur under your fingertips, his warm body enveloping you as you sleep, to see him perched on the counter as you make food. It only took you three days to realize how much he took up your life, how every little thing made you think of him.Â
But you were finally home, walking up to your front door as the weight in your chest finally lifts. As you make your way inside, noting the stillness of the house as you set your bags by the door. You want to call out to him, but the thought of waking your sleepy kitty stops you in your tracks.Â
An hour ago, Jeremiah left, messaging you that he left Xavier on the couch sleep as he left your home. Seeing that he wasn't there, only left you the option to go look for him. You make your way through your small, shared home, looking in all of his usual hang out and nap spots to find nothing. You peek out of your kitchen window, out to your garden. Seeing movement your eyes catch a glimpse of a pair of fluffy ears, and a thick swishing tail.Â
Grabbing the small gift bag you brought home for him, you make your way outside. Lush grass under your sandals, birds singing in nearby trees, the scent of flowers filling your senses. Xavier was found crouching by a patch of forget-me-nots, ears flicking back towards you, obviously listening to your footsteps as you approach. You sit behind him on the small bench next to a tree, placing the bag beside you as you watch your sweet kitty.Â
"I'm home," Your voice sweet, almost relieved. Xavier's tail swishes and his ears flick back towards you before they fixate themselves forward again.Â
''Hmph," He pouts, not taking his eyes from his flowers. Your sulking Xavikitty obviously isn't impressed with your leave, not wanting to even talk to you shows how upset he was for being left home alone. Time to step up your game and hopefully make it up to your sensitive cat boy.Â
You reach into the bag at your side, fingers brushing past the dried fish treats, small cat toys, and finally land on the cat wand. You pull it out, slowly in hopes the bell doesn't jingle just yet. Holding it out to his side you pause before you shake it. Watching the sun rays on his creamy white skin, making his light blond hair glow like an angel. The fluff of his ears almost creating a halo around his head. Times like this, you are reminded how blessed you were that he was your companion, having the most beautiful cat person at your side for a lifetime. With a smile you shake the toy, a soft jingle perking his ears high on his head.
"...A bell?" He questions, whipping around fast. His eyes find the toy, then slowly trail up to you making eye contact. His ears droop, a pout set on his pink lips as he looks at you. You take the opportunity to shake the toy again, summoning him closer to you. Luckily it works, Xavier turning more as you lift the toy in the air above his head. You watch him try to catch it, just out of his reach, hands clasping nothing but air as you move it away, closer to you. He follows it, crawling closer to you until you finally let him grasp it. One hand closing around the toy as the other closes around your hand, holding it still long enough for him to slip the wand from it.Â
"I'm pretty sure you got what you wanted. Why are you still shaking it?" Pouting as he places the wand at his feet, brows furrowed as he looks into your eyes. His hand never leaves yours, the warmth of his skin on yours already melting your heart, telling you that you're home, that your love is right here.Â
"I haven't, actually." You say with a shake of your head, his ears perking back up. "But I'm close to getting it." Taking his hesitation, you slip your hand from his grasp, other hand coming up to his soft ear. Xavier dodges your touch, moving his head to the side as he lets out a shocked gasp. But you reach back, his ear twitching just before your fingers slowly caress his soft fur. He hums, almost as if he's proving a point, leaning gently into your touch. Blush creeping up to his cheeks, painting them a beautiful soft pink as his eyes meet yours again. Shiny blue eyes with gorgeous long eyelashes landing on your face, obvious protest in them as he almost forces himself to still hold a grudge.Â
"So you remembered to be gentle with my ears," He pouts once more in an almost whine. Lips pursed, eyebrows scrunched, accusingly. You laugh, rubbing his soft hair, loving your pouty kitty. Though it wasn't often, Xavier could be one of the most pouty, whiny cats you've ever met. Usually after meeting stray cats or occasionally men, coming home and smelling them on your clothes and skin, always huffing with his ears flat to his hair.
Your hand travels back up to his ear, sensitive to the touch as always. Thumb pressing firm against his inner ear, fingers wrapping behind as you stroke up, thick fur slipping between as you make your way back down. Xavier's breath deepens, eyes closing in the sensation of his hypersensitivity. You glide your hand back up to the tip, rubbing the thin flesh between your hand - something that always drove him crazy.
"Why do you keep pushing your luck when you find an opening?" He pants out, breath heavy as he revels in your touch. Dragging your hand down, you cup his cheek. A sweet smile playing on your lips as your thumb swipes along his smooth, soft skin. He leans into you, wanting nothing more than to nuzzle into your warmth - something he has been denied for the entire weekend. As he tries, you pull away, his ears drooping, eyes softening into an almost pathetic plea for you.
"We don't stop halfway when it comes to these things, right?" His own way of begging you to continue, to please and love on him until he gets his fill. You obey with a soft chuckle, hand reaching up to his untouched ear to stroke it. Both twitching at your touch, an instant reaction as your fingers glide over the fur. Slowly, his composure slips, leaning his head against your arm as you brush your nails over him. His hot breath fanning on your skin as he moves his head to match your motions, intensifying the sensation. You watch as your kitty's eyes roll, lids fluttering shut as his lips part, his blush deepening under his pretty eyes. His fluffy tail behind him sways almost on its own in satisfaction.
"Yeah..." He moans out, lids lifting as his lustful gaze meets yours. Your heart pounds in your chest, his hand coming to caress your arm, urging you to continue. "Right there. By my ear..." He pleads, another breathy moan slipping from his lips, shooting right to your core. His head turns, unable to control himself as his rough tongue kitten licks up your forearm, lips placing a gentle kiss to your wrist. Wetness grows between your thighs, seeing him crumble so easily from just a touch made you want to consume him. Have him shake with you, hot bodies pressing together in a way you have missed far too much since leaving him.Â
"I think this cat likes other stuff besides bells," The heaviness in your tone couldn't be ignored, a crack in your composure as you slide your hand from his head, fingers gliding over his before they come to rest back on your lap. Ears drooping from loss of contact, he pouts, eyes drift to the ground. Xavier's warm, soft hands come to rest on your thighs, sad blue eyes looking back up to your own.
"But even if I like it..." He pauses, crossing his arms and resting his chin on them, sulking. "I can't forgive you for abandoning me. Not yet." Oh, how you wanted to scoop him up in your arms, kiss him until he was drunk, watch his face flush a deep pink. Your sweet boy still feeling hurt from your small trip, engraving in your mind that you will never leave him again.
You reach out, cupping his chin with all the love you have in you. His ears twitch once before standing high on his head, his big blue ragdoll eyes widen at the gentle touch. His plush tail swaying lazily behind him, showing how much he loved the attention.
"Then can you tell me what's the best way to comfort my cat?" You ask, voice silky and warm. Thumb sliding up, pushing his top lip so you can see his beloved canine teeth, a shocked gasp leaving his open mouth. Your kitty never being one to show aggression, but you wouldn't have minded a bite or two to ease his satisfaction.
"Not like this," He whispers, head falling as he mopes. Eyes laying back to the ground again as his ears fall, tail drooping behind him on the soft, lush grass, his face moving just out of touch.
You reach out again, fingers scratching under his chin. Nails grazing his skin, his eyes flutter closed at the comforting gesture, something he is all too familiar with. Soft swishing of his tail swaying faster in the grass as he leans into your touch for just a moment.
"Mmm, it's nice..." Xavier hums, almost appraising what you have to offer. "But this isn't what I'm looking for." More confidence leaks out of your usual soft-spoken kitty. He quickly grasps your hand, pulling it off of his chin, pressing your fingers to the base of his throat.
"You're good at dealing with your kitty," He rises from his sunken position, up onto his knees. Your lover's hand slowly guides yours to his clothed chest. "You don't need any hints, right?" Under your touch you could feel his heartbeat as you pass, quick and pounding in his chest. His breath quickening as you stop right between his ribs, clothed flesh brushing against your open hand as he heaves. You know what he wants, you can sense it in every way, from his voice to his touch, to the way his eyes land on you. But he also knows better, to use his words like a good kitty, ask you directly for what he wants - he knows you would always give in. So, since he refuses to speak, you scratch his chest, a low purr vibrating in his throat as your nails rake over him. He pants out, head lulling forward for just a moment before you look up at him. Face blazed in pink blush, blue eyes half lidded and glossy - so fucking needy.
"I guess you know exactly where to pet to get a cat purring, huh?" Xavier stands, using the tree beside both of you to steady himself as his large frame looms over you, He continues to trace your hand down his body, stopping at the waist of his pants, just your fingertips making contact now. You look up at his breathtaking face, his thin eyebrows knitting together in frustration, a famous pout on his kissable lips. He lifts his chin, cocking his head to the side as he waits, expectantly. "Why not try here?"Â He wastes no time placing your hand on the crotch of his pants, an obvious bulge in your hand as you cup it.Â
"Xavier," Your brows knitting together as you try your best to sound stern. His ears falter for just a moment, his big ragdoll eyes widening in worry of being punished. "We talked about you using your words. Tell me." You coo, thumbing over his erection. He takes a moment, shivering under your touch as he lets out a shaky breath.Â
"Please..." He begs, fingers tightening around your wrist, urging you to touch him. "Please love me..." His words coming out in an almost a cry, every emotion from the past weekend crashing through him as he pours his heart out to you in those simple three words. And how could you possibly resist, from the way he spoke to the sad look on his perfect face. You let your free hand slip up under his cotton shirt, fingers dusting over his abs as your other hand curled under the waist band of his sweatpants. He helps you tug them down, a painfully large bulge emerging face to face with you as it tents his boxers. Always needy, always for you.Â
You take a moment to admire him, something you had been denied all weekend but wanted more than life itself. Eyes trailing from the milky skin of his exposed stomach to the tuft of dark blond hair that trailed under the band of his boxers. If he hadn't needed your touch so urgently, you would've taken the time to run your fingers down it, placing lazy kisses from his navel to his pelvis on the slow mornings you usually shared. But from his hot flesh under your skin you could feel that there was no time, that you two had so much to say that didn't involve words. Curling your fingers under the waistband of his boxers you hear him suck in a breath. No matter how many times the two of you made love, every single gesture from you stole his breath away, just like how one look from him could do the same to you.Â
"Please..." His voice almost inaudible now, bottom lip quivering as you look up at him. You don't waste time, pulling down his boxers and setting him free, springing to life in front of your face.
"Oh, my sweet star," You coo, watching him twitch under your gaze, the pink tip leaking. With a whimper, he guided your hand to him, wrapping your fingers around the base of his already pulsing cock, soft bush of groomed hair tickling your flesh. Xavier lets out a gasp, a deep rumble of a purr humming in his chest as his eyes flutter shut from the contact. Here he was, your sweet kitty, right in front of you trembling under your touch. God how you have missed this, you didn't know how only three days would drive you mad without him by your side. But here he was, huffing as you slowly slide your hand from base to tip as his hold on you loosens.Â
You swipe your thumb over his sensitive tip, watching the shiver ripple over him, whimpering as his eyes squeeze even more closed. The juices helping you slip your hand back down with ease, slick enough for you to pick up pace and not need to worry about too much friction. The soft schlick every time you passed over his head making your thighs tremble, already so spent for you. It made you wonder how much it took to control himself while you were away, seeing the frustration on his face every time Jeremiah came to the door instead of you.Â
Xavier dragged his hand up your arm, fingers dusting your skin as they came to rest on your bicep, feeling your flexing muscle as you work him. The rumbling of his purring a steady hum surrounding you, broken up with small moans floating from his slacked jaw. You take the opportunity to delicately run your nails down the contours of his abs, drawing a lovely hiss from him that swarmed around your brain. His fingers tightening around your bicep for just a moment, a warning, before loosening once more. You see the faint red marks bloom on his pale skin, the way it moves with every heavy breath that graces his lungs. His cock jumping in your hand, telling you that he needed more, that he needed to cum just for you. Leaning in you place a kiss to your markings, lips barely touching before he cries out, hips thrusting into your hand, face bumping into his stomach.Â
You hum against him, the vibrations coaxing another whimper from him as his hand clasps on your wrist again, holding it still as he fucks himself into it. The growing slick in your palm only showing how close he was to release, not like the vein throbbing at a steady pace couldn't give him away. Xavier chokes out another cry above you, hips stuttering before they stop completely.
"M-more," Eyes opening as he begs you. You don't have the option to ask what more he needs, his hand lifts from your wrist as he pulls you to your feet, not letting you catch your balance before he crashes his lips onto you. The hunger, want, and longing that has been festering inside of him explodes on your senses as his lips fight against yours, sloppy and out of rhythm. He pushes you a few steps back, against the tree that shaded you from the sun hanging above. The feeling of the rough bark against your back, and his attack on your no doubt swollen lips only made every small sensation heighten. His soft, fuzzy tail swishing, brushing your ankle, the slight breeze kissing your heated skin. His hands running down your body, gripping you by your hips before grinding himself onto you. It all felt so much but yet not enough at the same time.Â
"I need you, Xavier," You breathe out as you break the kiss, huffing, your breath fanning over his face. Not wasting any time, he pulls the hem of your dress up and pushes your panties to the side, his lips latching onto anything it can find in a rushed sense of need - finding your neck. He hums against you as his long fingers swipe up your slit, finding how wet warm you were, your body telling him how needy you were for him in return. Eyes widening as you gasp out, hands clutching onto his shoulders as one of his fingers eases its way inside - pumping once, twice, before a second is added.
"Mmm, missed you so much..." The confession tugging at your heart, his delicate voice a harsh contrast compared to what his body was doing to you. A moan bubbling from your throat, the feeling of his fingers curling to your sensitive spot deep inside made you clutch onto him more.
Xavier pulled his fingers from you, leaving you whimpering and clenching around air. The empty feeling inside of you didn't last long, his still leaking cock slipped through your folds and into you, making your brain buzz from how full you felt. Xavier had always been big, filling you to the brim and hitting all of the best spots inside, but something felt different this time. Maybe because how close he had been before pulling you away, or maybe it's the passion that bound you two together, but the feeling of him inside of you, twitching against your walls, only made you want him more.Â
"Feel so good, Xavi," You praise, feeling his ear twitch against your cheek like a passing kiss. His long tail curled around your ankle, lifting your leg to tell you silently to move. You oblige, hooking it over his hip, sending his cock that much deeper inside you, making you toss your head back against the rough tree. He purrs, deep and rumbling, feeling it through his back as you hook your arms around his neck in a desperate attempt to be as close to him as possible.
Hips pulling back for just a moment, almost entirely out of you, then he snapped them back. Breathy moans fill your ears as he thrusts again, hot kisses trailing from your throat, up your neck, dancing over your cheek, and crashing back onto yours - spit wetting your skin in its wake. You allow him, swallowing his moans in your mouth, tongue lapping at his own, fingers threading through his feather soft locks. Nothing but love and longing shared between you, every touch pushing each other towards that delicious edge as he continued his fervent thrusts into you, soaking your thighs and his with your love.Â
The passion almost became too much for him as his hands gripped you tighter, desperate to confirm you were here with him again, that you were dancing this same old dance you have done hundreds of times before. He needed you, even now he needed more of you until you were the only thing that consumed him, the passion burning on his fingertips as he traced them up your bare thighs, over your panty clad hips, and onto your waist. He pushed you back towards the tree, the bark scratching at your bare ass cheeks but you didn't care, the only thing in the world that mattered held you there.Â
"Wanna cum in you," Lips brushing yours as he barely pulled back enough to speak, breath mingling with yours as you both pant for air. Who were you to deny your kitty that? The tight coil wound so much in your stomach you almost released at that, imagining being filled with his seed, and eventually with a swollen stomach from his litter.
"Mmm, want to put your babies in me, Kitty?" You tease, barely, not having enough in you to lighten your tone. His hips snap, cock pushing against that mouthwatering spot inside of you, making you arch your back and moan into his open mouth, eyes fluttering closed. Xavier purrs louder, hair and ears brushing against you as you feel him nodding fast.
"Please," Voice high and whiny as his hips begin to grow sloppy, his movements stuttering for a moment before he continues. "Please let me fill you, darling. Please!" He cries, burying his face into your neck once more, damp forehead against your sweaty shoulder. Your fingers tug softly at his roots, so fucking close to that edge you could see off of it, one small step and you would be flying through the air.
"Fuck..." Moaning, you arch your back off of the tree once more. "Cum in me Xavier, give it to me!" You cry, the last of your self control leaving as you shake around him, sex pulsing on his cock as you release.Â
His isn't far behind, you feel him twitch as the first rope coats your walls, a mewl muffled against your skin as his body shudders. Xavier empties himself entirely in you, seed dripping from your cunt as his cock softens inside, making a mess of both your legs and panties. Chests bumping together with every breath as you two attempt to control your rapid, speeding hearts. His hands never leave you, only softening his hold to a gentle caress, thumbs rubbing soothing circles into your silky skin.
Xavier is the first to speak, saying your name so quietly you almost didn't hear him over the roar of your heart in your ears.
"Yes, my sweet boy?" Breathy, but calming, you brush your fingers through his hair, not forgetting to give a soft scratch behind his ear, rewarding your good boy.
"Please don't leave me again," You could almost cry at how helpless he sounds, how much this hurt him. With gentle hands, you cup his hot cheeks, pulling his face in front of yours so you can meet the most beautiful eyes you have ever seen. Glossy and wide, so beautiful yet fucked out at the same time. Placing a soft kiss to the tip of his pink nose, you smile, the corners of your lips pulling up.
"I'll never leave you again, my love." You promise, and mean it. Nothing should tear you apart again, he was so much more than your cat boy, he was your lover, your partner for life and you wanted nothing more than to have this man by your side forever. His features soften, the swishing tail behind him brushing at your still raised leg.
"I love you," He breathes, almost relieved at your words. A chuckle bubbling from your chest as you lay your damp forehead against his.
"And I love you, my kitty."
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Checkmate
âYou know, maybe we should play strip chess instead. I think I would be motivated to win if I could get you naked!â
 âStrip chess?â Sylusâ eyebrows shot up. He blinked, observing you wordlessly for a moment. âVery well. Letâs take this up a notch. You lose one piece of clothing for every piece you lose in the game.â
A/N: Whatâs this? Another red-eyed, pale-skinned and silver-haired morally grey man? Might as well.
Words: 1386 Warnings: smut
You made it a point to sigh. Loudly. With your chin propped up on your elbows, you were sitting across from Sylus on the bed in your pyjamas, a chessboard in between you creating more distance from him than you wanted.
âAre you going to hyperventilate, kitten? This is the third time youâre sighing like this.â
âThis is boring, Sylus.â
âAh, you didnât hear me complaining after ten long rounds of Kitty Cards, now did you?â He didnât look up as he spoke. His crimson eyes were fixed on the chequered game board but his voice was not without that teasing tone that always drove you mad and never failed to turn you into a horny mess. Especially now, with how casually he was sitting on the bed with crossed legs and clad in comfortable clothes.
âThe chess pieces arenât meowing at me, itâs not the same. You know Iâm bad at chess.â
âThen youâll get better.â He made his moveâand unfortunately, it didnât mean much to you. You barely remembered the names of all the different pieces but you hadnât wanted to turn him down when he asked for a round. Time spent with him was rare due to your different sleep schedules, and your visits to the N109 zones were even rarer. Things would change soon. But until then, youâd soak up every minute you could get with him. Even if he wanted to play chess. Even if it was boring as fuck.
âItâs your turn, kitten.â
âYeah, yeah, Iâm thinking.â Another sigh. This time, Sylus chuckled in response.
âHow do I move this piece again?â You pointed at the chess piece resembling a horse, tilting your head innocently.
âKittenâŠâ Oh, now that was a reproachful kitten.
âI forgot! Iâm sorry, I canât help it but chess is so boring.â You paused, thinking. âYou know, maybe we should play strip chess instead. I think I would be motivated to win if I could get you naked!â
âStrip chess?â Sylus' eyebrows shot up. He blinked, observing you wordlessly for a moment. âVery well. Letâs take this up a notch. You lose one piece of clothing for every piece you lose in the game.â
You frowned and looked down on yourself. Perhaps you should have thought this through first. Sylus was wearing a light jacket, socks, a shirt, a pair of trousers, and likely underwear. You on the other hand had only two pieces of clothing on youâa silk pyjama set with the night sky and embroidered stars on it, a gift from him the first time you returned to the N109 zone to stay with him for a few days. It had been waiting for you on the king-size bed in the guest room. You almost chuckled. Youâd never slept in that bed until this day.
âHaving second thoughts?â he mused.
You shook your head. âNo. Letâs keep playing. It was my turn, yeah?â
He blinked once as if to say yes, his expression so amused you wanted to sigh yet again. This time, however, you really did put some effort in. If you beat him, heâd be sitting across from you naked. So if you moved your pawn over thereâŠ
âIâm done.â
âAre you sure?â
âWhat do you mean âare you sureâ? Donât make me second-guess myself!â
âVery wellâŠâ He moved another piece himself and chuckled. âThere goes your knight, sweetie.â
âUgh! What?â
âCome now. You set up the rules yourself.â
You glared at him and aggressively took your pyjama top off to throw it at his face where it landed with a thud before falling into his lap. His amused grin was even more irritating than the complexity of this silly game. He had the reflexes to catch the piece of clothing. He could have. He simply decided not to. Ugh.
âThere. Happy?â
You had hopes that sitting in front of him topless would distract him enough to make a mistake but who were you kidding? Even if he did make a mistake, you were nowhere near skilled enough to beat him at this game. Sylus knew that very well. Youâd just hoped that you could snatch up enough of his pieces to see him naked again.
But the stern leader of Onychinus was nothing if not composure personified. He didnât even bat an eyelash at your half-naked form even though you could clearly tell it did not leave him unaffected. His crimson eyes raked over your breasts and your hardening nipples due to the cool temperatures in his bedroom.
A few moments later though, he moved another piece. Sylus chuckled. âCheckmate.â
You gasped, your eyes darting back down to the chessboard. âWhat? How?â
âYouâve been focused on your queen too much. Now your king has nowhere left to go. See?â He pointed at the two pieces that cornered your white king. How annoying.
âThatâs not fair! You tricked me!â
âNo, I didnât.â
âYou backed me into a corner!â
âYou didnât pay attention.â
âThatâs impossible considering Iâm topless and youâre still wearing all of your clothes! Was there even a way out?â
âThere was.â
âButâŠbutâŠugh!â
Sylus raised an eyebrow and gave you a toothless grin. âIâm waiting.â He gestured at your pyjama bottoms.
âFor what? The game is over, youâre still wearing all of your clothes and Iâm still bored.â
Sylus laughed. âAnd you lost yet another piece. Donât be a sore loser, sweetie.â
âIâmâŠnot!â Cursing him under your breath you leaned back and shrugged off your pyjama bottoms without taking your eyes off him. It wasnât nearly as sexy as you had hoped for it to be but beggars couldnât be choosers. âThis really didnât go according to planâŠâ
âYour âplansâ never do, kitten.â
You scoffed. âNow what?â
âNow? You let me admire the view and revel in my triumph.â
âYouâre impossible.â
Sylus chuckled. âYouâll find Iâm very much possible. Come here.â
Now that was something he didnât need to tell you twice. You crawled over to him fast, ignoring how the remaining chess pieces fell off the board in the process and made yourself comfortable on his lap. Sylus cradled your naked form in his arms as if you were a fragile porcelain doll. Your eyes fell shut almost automatically when he kissed your forehead.
His hands were less innocent. They ghosted over your exposed skin raising goose bumps where they went. It was sheer luck he didnât tease you for how quickly your legs fell open when one of them travelled lower and lower, over your breasts and your hard nipples, your stomach and eventuallyâŠbetween your legs to where your body wanted him the most.
âNaughty little kitten, have you been this wet for me the whole time?â
You hummed in agreement, rubbing your nose against the crook of his neck.
Testing the waters, his long fingers started rubbing and caressing your outer lips until they slid between them with ease to tease your clit. Probing and exploring, working you up for him until he had you gushing and whimpering in his lap.
âWhyâŠwhy were we playing chess ifâŠif we could have just done thisâŠthe whole timeâŠinstead?â
âAs much as I enjoy ourâŠintimate moments, I do place value on spending intellectually stimulating time with you too, kitten.â
âNow youâreâŠmaking it sound like IâmâŠsex-crazedâŠaround youâŠâ Your panting increased, an all too familiar knot tightening in your lower belly.
Sylus laughed. âYouâre not. AlthoughâŠI wouldnât blame you after getting that first taste.â
âYouâre impossible,â you breathed out again. The words were followed by a moan. Sylus slid two fingers into your slick warmth, curling them inside you all the while his thumb kept caressing your clit. Shit, you were so closeâŠso closeâŠ
âSylusâŠâ
âWhat is it, kitten? Tell meâŠâ
âIâmâŠI willâŠoh shitâŠâ
âCome for me,â he growled into your ear, his breath hot against your skin.
He didnât need to tell you twice. You let go and fell, your orgasm rippling through you like pure electricity. Your wet walls tightened around his long fingers as he helped you ride it out and relish the taste of every last wave of pleasure consuming you. You kept clenching around rhythmically as that feeling of pure bliss slowly ebbed away again, leaving you breathless in his arms.
âNext timeâŠâ you choked out of breath, ââŠweâre playing UNO.â
Sylus chuckled. âAs you wish, kitten.â
#sylus imagine#sylus x reader#sylus x you#sylus love and deepspace#sylus#sylus lads#love and deepspace#lads
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âËâ© starlight.
pairings. l&ds xavier, fem!reader tags. 800+ wc. jealous bf!xavier, fluff, reverse hurt/comfort, main story long awaited revelry spoilers, altered some scenes, may or may not be inspired by his tender nights memory :â) dividers by strangergraphics.
xavier isnât exactly the happiest when you returned to linkon city after being in the n109 zone. donât get him wrongâheâs absolutely grateful that you came back safe and whole. itâs just that⊠he didnât like how your eyes sparkled when you started mentioning his greatest adversary: sylus.
youâre obviously suppressing a smile too, as you reminisce the events that occurred between you and the onychinus leader. youâre particularly giddy about that moment at the auction, it seems, where you said you had to play the part of being sylusâs partner for the night.
dammit, xavier feels his chest tightening when he imagines those scenes in his head. he wants to cover his ears badly, but has no other choice but listen intently. all he can do is listen in silence and try to bottle every spark of jealousy that ignited within him. he has to pretend that heâs happy and proud of you, but then again, he just canât freaking ignore the way your face lit up at the mention of sylus.Â
xavier sighs as you continue your enthusiastic storytelling. fine, then. he sulks to himself. just have to get this day over with.
~
date night came, and as you walk through the city garden, you notice xavierâs silence grew more pronounced. you try to engage him, but his responses are rather curt, his usual warmth replaced by a cold distance. during dinner, even his favorite hotpot couldnât lift his spirits. he would push the food around on his plate, barely having the appetite to eat.
huh? thatâs new, you muse. xavier is usually the most excited to eat hotpot on a cold day.
when he takes you to your place later that night, the tension is palpable. you know you have to bring it up at that point. otherwise, this game of silence will never end.
âxav, is something wrong?â you try to ask in a soft, comforting voice.Â
but xavier only shakes his head, forcing his usual endearing smile. ânothingâs wrong. you should go to sleep.â
~
that same evening, xavier sits at his desk, staring at his laptop screen for more than an hour. his fingers hover over the keyboard, hesitating before he finally types into the anonymous forum.
starlight123: what do you do if your gf keeps talking about another guy? i love her, but itâs driving me crazy. any advice?
he hits post and leans back, running a hand through his hair. the minutes ticked by, each one stretching longer than the last. then, the replies start coming in.
anonymous user: talk to her about it. anonymous user: maybe she doesnât realize how itâs affecting you. anonymous user: communication is key, bro.
but one comment stood out, cutting through the well-meaning advice like a knife.
anonymous user: it's game over for you, man. girls like toxic boys who treat them like dirt. you're too nice. she probably already slept with him.
xavierâs heart sank.. he quickly closes the laptop, feeling an uncomfortable pang on his chest. is he really losing you to someone like sylus?
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the next few days are torture. xavier stopped responding to your messages. he stopped commenting on your moments posts. he wonât even ask you to play kitty cards or catch plushies on the claw machines. and even if you see him around, heâs always distant, giving you brief, obligatory smiles. he still greets tara warmly, but with you, thereâs always this thick wall in between. he's acting like a stranger, as if he doesn't care about you, as if he's not dating you...
agh, you canât stand it anymore!
one night, you find yourself knocking on his door, needing desperate answers for your desperate questions.
xavier then opens the door, sweaty and out of breath. a dumbbell lay on his living room floor, and his hair is pushed back, revealing a flushed face.
ânew hairstyle?â you ask, stepping inside and noticing the sudden eccentricity in his movements. âwhat are you doing, boyfriend?â
xavierâs cheeks are limned with a red tint as he looks away. ânothing.â
âare you trying to gain more muscles?â you press, amusement edging your voice.
at this, he lets out a defeated sigh and finally faces you. âdo you prefer tall, muscular guys?â the sudden question came out of nowhere, until it was followed by another, and thatâs when you started seeing the pattern. âdo you⊠do you like bad boys more?âÂ
âxav, why are you asking me this?â crossing your arms, you tilt your head so his avoidant eyes would meet yours.Â
âwell, you can answer me first.âÂ
ânot until you look me in the eyes!âÂ
still, he refuses to meet your gaze and his voice wavers with insecurity when he spoke, âit's okay, i get it. you do prefer guys like that.â his eyes stays on the floor, turning his face away. âif so, then i may not be like them, but i can still make you happy in my own little ways.â
your heart immediately melts at his words. it all makes sense now. him working out in the middle of the night, him styling his hair up, him trying to act like he doesnât care about youâheâs trying to be sylus!
stepping closer, you chuckle and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a sweet kiss. âxavier, youâre the only one i like. iâll never replace you.â you place another peck on his lips, then on his cheek, then on his nose. âbesides, sylus is annoying. i prefer the presence of my very adorable golden retriever boyfriend!â
âyou really mean it?â his puppy eyes stares at you earnestly.
your response is a confident nod. âi swear it. and, duh! lumiere is way hotter than him.â
his arms encircles your waist, holding you tightly as he lifts your chin and plants a tender kiss on your lips. the tension eventually melts away as you reassure him with your touch and your words. in that moment, all his jealousy and insecurity faded, now replaced by the warmth of your love. âyouâre mine,â he reminds, nose nuzzling into yours. âi donât want to share you with anyone else.âÂ
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as some of you have clearly stated.. đš you want more of the love and deepspace self aware au and I'm here to serve !! đ„ł
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Zayne
â Another universe in which he can't have you. So far yet so close, wanting nothing more than to feel you in his arms but all he feels the substitute that's supposed to be you
â What he would do to see your smile in person, to hear your voice, to hold the hand that clicks him whenever you see him in the cafe
â But that's okay, he'll spoil you where he can. Sending you free 5 stars of him, getting you free ticket, popping this up on your dashboard so you'll see it and realize what he's been doing (what? who said that?)
â Overall, he wants you to know he cares and isn't some heartless and cold guy who doesn't care. He can't help but try to distance himself because he knows he will never be able to have you as he can't escape the game just yet
Xavier
â He has tried oh so hard to figure out why this is happening and what he can do to bring you to him.
â His curiosity over the situation has sparked so many attempts to either bring you to him or him to you, he desperately wants to meet you and feel you for the first time. To hold your hand, to see your smile, all of it
â You play the story and get frustrated with a battle because you can't beat it? Say less, all of a sudden you cometed the battle and barely had to do anything. It was as if the game could see your struggle
â He adores playing kitty cards and the claw machine with you, seeing your face light up when you get the plush or he gets it is the highlight of his day
Rafayel
â He can be a bit of a jerk (a lovable jerk though) He will purposely glitch your game out during a battle sometimes, making you think it's your wifi when in reality it's him getting back at you for what you said about him earlier đđ
â Don't worry, he makes up for it (eventually)
â Although he will do stuff like get you free gems and money daily, no matter how much you may like him at first. He can't help but feel infatuated with you, in love even.
â Seeing how you react when you win against him in cards, seeing you gasp whenever he says something mean in the story, seeing your reaction to some of the cards... He adores it all
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Sore Loser (Love and Deepspace Characters x F!Reader)
Synopsis: After a very shitty day, you thought playing Kitty Cards with him will make your day better.
A/N: Girl, I hate this damn game. Lmaoooooo!
đĄïž Xavier đĄïž
Xavier didn't mean anything from it. He was just playing by the rules of the game, using his advance cards to parry and block your attempt to stop him from freezing your turn, four times by now. He was so focused on the game that he did not notice how your face became harder, and your eyes stared coldly at the board, now filled mostly with Xavierâs number cards. His kitties were cheering for him, and you watched helplessly as your kitties cried from defeat.
âThat was a good game.â Xavier smiled to himself, as he saw how the game ended beautifully for him. He saved up as many good advance cards and used them at the right moment. He was so proud of himself and he can't wait to see your face. You usually analyze how he won, and take notes of what you did wrong. However, when he looked up, his joyous face turned down, and his heartbeat quickened when he saw how cold and mad you were. Your anger wasn't directed at him, instead, you were staring at the board coldly. But he knew at that time, he fucked up.
âIâm tired of this stupid game.â The chair scraped the floor, as you stood up so fast and grabbed your coat, placed atop the top rail.
âHey wait!â He tried to stop you from walking out but he accidentally bumped into the board, almost toppling the cups and kitties over. In panic, he tried to support the wobbling table, and sighed with relief when it stopped shaking. He tried to find you afterwards, but he lost sight of you.
It has been two days, and as his partner hunter, it shouldn't be impossible for you to meet, but you must have been so mad because whenever he asks of you, you decline his calls and only reply in messages as promptly and professionally as an HR. He tried looking for you on your table, but most of the time, you were out or doing something else, whenever he came over. He was about to give up apologizing and accept his fate that he pissed you off at a game, so bad, you decided to cut him off, when Jenna ordered all the alpha team to meet at the unicorns headquarters for a debrief.
And he was right, you were there, but you were sitting in between two hunters he knew nothing about. He wasn't listening at all, he can always check on the information later, but he was afraid that if you manage to sneak out again this time, your relationship will fall apart and he doesn't like the sound of it, even when it wasn't going to happen because he will make sure of it.
âLetâs talk.â Before you can even stand up from where you were sitting, Xavier immediately moves over in front of you, calling your attention in front of the other hunters, making you unable to turn him down.
âSorry. I should have known you were playing to enjoy that day. I didn't mean to make you mad. I will make sure to be more sensitive in the future about your needs. I know I can be slow at times, sometimes emotionless, but I don't want to repeat the same mistake and lose your company over a silly game.â Xavier started right after the door closed, leaving the two of you alone together. He looks tired. There were visible dark bags right under his eyes. He must have been torturing himself after you gave him the cold shoulder.
You feel silly now. You were not mad at Xavier for winning. It was just a shitty day and you were just looking forward to having a good day and resting with Xavier at your side, when it seems like even the Kitty Cards were against you. Xavier keeps on getting good cards, and you keep getting the most useless advance and number cards. You sighed and closed your eyes. You shouldn't have run away from him. Now, you made it worse and made him feel like he should tiptoe around your mood, instead of enjoying each other's company in your free time.
âPlease, don't. It wasn't like that. I was just annoyed about my day at that time and losing was the final straw for me. Iâm sorry that I made you feel like that for days. But I wasn't sure how to confront you, especially when I was just acting like a sore loser. Have you not been sleeping well? You have a bag under your eyes.â Worried, you cupped his cheek and moved his face closer to yours, inspecting and noticing how his face looks paler, dry, and tired.
Instead of saying anything, he hums at your touch, and he moves forward, resting his head on your lap.
âLet me take a little sleep. I miss you.â He said before dozing off, and you stroked his hair while he slept.
âïž Zayne âïž
Zayne is bad at playing the Kitty Cards game. Due to his fatigue, sometimes he mistook some colors as the same, making his turn score nothing. But today was a bit different. Zayne keeps on winning, and he keeps on using advanced cards that will be fatal on your turn. He steals your advance cards, takes away your good number cards, and freezes your turn. Meanwhile, you keep on getting advanced cards that mean nothing when you have no good cards at hand.
âI win again, huh.â It was obvious that Zayne didn't mean anything from that, other than him wondering why he won again. But maybe you're already at your limit and hearing that made you snap.
âWell good for you. Iâm going home.â It was all you have told him before you left him dumbfounded on his seat, leaving him alone at the cafe.
Whatever you did back there was just embarrassing. It was just a game but you took it personally. You're not going to wonder if Zayne refuses to talk to you now, other than being your physician, after that embarrassing display of attitude when you lose. You're not even sure how you're going to talk to him today.
It's your physical exam and it's been two days since you always kept him on read or only replies with emoji. You have to toughen up and apologize. Zayne did not deserve being treated that way.
Upon opening the door to his office, you breathed in, swallowing all the courage you needed. You walked towards the chair and sat in front of him. He was busy typing whatever on his computer, but you know, he already glimpsed on your way, because you felt his heavy stare for a second, before it went back to his task at hand. It didn't take long when he finished and stared you down. It was so awkward and it was at this moment, where you wished to be swallowed down by the earth and be gone. You gulped and opened your mouth to apologize when he started talking first.
âYou didn't tell me you were injured that day.â You shivered at the icy tone in his voice. Just like his evol, Zayne can also be cold and scary. He didn't even need for you to emphasize on what he just said, because you already knew what he was talking about. A wanderer caught you off guard hours before meeting Zayne and it scratched your arm. The wound is not that deep, and you already put first aid on it so you never thought about it much, until the small wound did not heal as fast, and almost gave you a fever when it deepens. You realize now that it was the guilt of keeping you're injured to Zayne, and also, being a sore loser from the pain.
âIt was very small. I don't want to bother you on your day off soâŠ.I kept it.â You squeak, when he glared at you, for being nonchalant about it.
âI don't care if it was my day off. It was my duty to take care of you. I hate it when you lie to me about being fine, when you know too well I can help you.â He continued scolding you, as he inspected the scarring wound, and offensively stared at it.
âIâm really sorry.â Was your only answer, to both, hiding your wound from him and to him receiving the burnt of your pain.
âAlso, you can always ask me to switch our cards. I don't mind.â Zayne added as he patched you up.
đ§đ»ââïž Rafayel đ§đ»ââïž
Rafayel is the ultimate king of petty.
You already know that right from the start but nothing prepares you for the way he massacres you from the game Kitty Cards.
During at the last hurrah of your showdown, Rafayel finally revealed his advance cards, he uses freeze to stop you from playing, uses advance cards that will turn your cup scores into one, kicking out your highest score kitties from the colored cups, and replacing it with his, stealing your deny cards, and using it against you. It was so bad, that on the inside, you felt your blood boil on how cruel it was. If he did it the first time, you would be proud of him, but heâs been winning all the rounds, and every time, it ends up with him brutally winning. His wins hit a nerve and you finally snapped.
âHa! Please don't cry. Losing isn't that bad.â He said proudly, as Rafayel nodded to himself. He loves teasing you and he enjoys your banter together. He knows at this point, teasing each other is a form of bonding.
He was celebrating his win when he noticed how quiet you were. When he opened his eyes, the smug look on his face dropped and he stopped in his tracks. The look on your face was devastating and he never saw that before. Your scrunched up face, eyes filled with upcoming tears. When both of your eyes met, there seemed like a switch in you, that made you burst into tears. Rafayel, who doesn't know how to handle your outburst, tries his best to console you. But he did not expect that you were still mad at him, so when he tried to hug you, you pushed him away and ran.
Since then, you have refused to reply to his texts. You even muted his calls so you won't have to answer it. Whatever you did that day was so embarrassing that youâd rather sever whatever relationship you have with Rafayel instead of relieving how sore loser you were. It was just a game, and you cried like a baby from it. There were times that you're trying to justify your tears by saying maybe Rafayelâs insults were too much that day, and it was the reason why you burst into tears, but there would be nothing so petty as pushing someone away and running due to losing from a board game.
Sighing, you just accepted that Rafayel will probably stop talking to you. It is what it is as you continue to go on with your day, when your phone blares and a notification about Rafayel being in danger popped up in bold letters. You did not hesitate as you rode your bike and flew to Rafayelâs whereabouts.
You burst through his studio door, and your eyes caught his figure slumped on the floor, leaning to his couch.
âWhat happened? Are you okay? Did you slip on your paint brushes again?â You asked worriedly, as you touched his shoulder, arms and legs, to see if he injured himself again. You were so worried and kept asking many questions that were meant silently, you were about to unleash the hulk at him for not answering, when you stopped on your tracks when you noticed the frown on his forehead and his glare.
âReally? Do I have to injure myself so you can notice me?â He bit down and you whimpered, not from his anger but from guilt.
âSorry.â You apologized. You look down and twiddle your thumbs, not knowing how to dissipate the awkwardness of the situation and Rafayelâs glare.
It took a moment before you hear Rafayelâs sigh in defeat and open his mouth to talk again.
âYou could have just asked me, and I will allow you to cheat by putting my kitties in different cups, or even by replacing my advance cards. All you have to do is say please.â He continued, exasperated.
All you can do is look down in shame and murmur an apology for acting so childish.
âJustâŠ.. donât ignore me again like that, please. It doesn't feel good when the most important person in your life suddenly stops talking to you.â He added, his voice quivered a bit and you wince when you realize how your action affected him. Opening up his old wounds.
âIâm really sorry, Rafayel. I promise to be better next time.â A silence falls between you again. It took a moment before you realize despite how mad he was, he refuses to move his left hand. The air of guilt slowly turned into worry again.
âDid you injure your left hand?â You asked worriedly and slowly touched his left hand when he flinched and gritted his teeth from the pain.
âProbably sprain it when I fell.â
âYou fell!?â
âIt's fine, Ms. Bodyguard. I bet it will heal tomorrow. Just feed me for now.â He chuckled at your worried face and you watched him move his left hand with no worry, following your reaction from it. You just shake your head at how silly that was, and was so happy he was okay, before you stood up, helped him up, and treated him like a prince just for today.
#eydi andrius#fic title: sore loser#love and deepspace#love and deepspace zayne#love and deepspace rafayel#love and deepspace xavier#love and deepspace x reader#xavier x reader#zayne x reader#rafayel x reader
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went home this weekend and i was playing LADS
My Bro saw it and was like âis this that action-otome you've been talking about?â
I nodded and introduced him to Kitty Cards, asked who he'd like to play against. He picked Sylus first since he apparently saw an ad of âthe new guyâ lol đ
Here's some of the fun reactions he had:
âą Sylus said something and then called my player âSweetieâ. My bro immediately turned and gave me bombastic side eye đ€š lmao. He said âis this guy some mafia boss from the 1900sâ đ and I was like yeah! he is a mafia boss lol..
Sylus later on said the dreaded âkittenâ đ« And my bro was like..naah fuck this guy! and he beat Sylus in all the rounds- simple and advanced- out of disgust over the nicknames đ
âą Played with Xavier and when Xav dozed off, i told him to quickly switch his cards. My bro gave me a dirty look & said âhe seems like a chill dude. why would i mess with him?â đ
later on he said âthis guy must have another side like a personality switch or smth. he's too susâ and i have no words đ
âą He played with Rafayel next, and had the most fun. Lol he enjoyed Rafâs dialogues in between. Said he reminded him of Tamaki Suoh đ€
âą Lastly he played with Zayne, and got mad when he lost a round. He was like âthis man thinks like meâ đ whatever that means lmao, and then proceeded to beat Zayne in the next rounds. He was really good at reading Zayne's play style lol.
When i asked him who he liked the most just based on these Kitty Card Games, he picked Rafayel as his fav. Said he was entertaining. He absolutely does not vibe with Sylus dialogues đ He also said Xavier is sus and definitely has some kinda shady side đ And he thinks Zayne is quite like him..
*there's more he said about the other aspects of the game but I'll spread out those tidbits in various different posts lol..
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because I am horrendously down bad for top! HSR women x gn reader with the thing that starts with a c and ends with a k
Rank your fav HSR women or any randoms if you can think of it at their head/hand game, my hormones are not helping me lord
gotchu, stinkie butt. cw: gn with a dick, teasing, blowjobs, handjobs
theyâre not ranked them from order but here! i already did stelle and robin so hereâs a few that I like.
8/10. sliver wolf would be good at handjobs for obvious reasons. sheâs a full time hacker and gamer so i know sheâll have you cumming within a minute. before you, she didnât have any sexual experience with anyone but, because the girl watches porn (ik sheâs on that freaky timing) she herself considers it âexperience.â
her deft fingers circles around the fat of your cock, giving it a light squeeze despite her dusty grey staying glued to the computer screen. you stifle back a soft groan, slightly gripping the mouse firmly for a brief moment as you try to focus your attention on the game in front of you. itâs already starting to be futile when her thumb teases your puffy slit. â y-you couldnât wait until iâm done with this match, silvie? â you ask with a strained voice. she pops her gum nonchalantly, stroking your length in a relaxed pace. â what? canât get ace without me touching you? â
she fastens her pace, your jaw tenses. luckily your mic was muted because you can hardly contain the small noises escaping from your lips. â y-yes. .!â you half-moaned, nearly hunching over the desk. sliver wolfâs warm palm drags down your shaft. then, sheâd come back from the base and only stroke the swelling head of your cock, the trickling pleasure adds to the hot tension in your abdomen. few minutes in and you canât even focus anymoreâitâs all her fault. you easily ended up dying to an enemy agent and youâd rather much be afk than to continue to play like this.
â oh my god. .â you lean back into the gaming chair, biting your lip when you feel a digit trace a sensitive, prominent vein. your girlfriend smirks, a sense of pride filling her veins at you unable to finish the game due to her edging you. itâs a shame youâll get a penalty for being afk though.
10/10. kafka is a queen at giving head and handies. we all are familiar with the type of timing sheâs on. himeko and kafka are fighting first place fr.
â donât stop. .please donât stop. â youâd beg through gritted teeth. kafkaâs amused smile grows almost an inch wilder as she sees your sweaty face cutely crunch up with ecstasy from her bare hand pumping your throbbing member. â mm, what makes you think i will?â she asks with a teasing pitch in her raspy voice, pupil-less eyes closely observing the way your teeth would visibly bite down on your bottom lip whenever her hand ascend towards the leaking tip with a skillful twist of her wrist.
you donât respond to her question, instead, you tip your head backwards, spilling out a moanful groan. seated between your legs, she leans her upper body forward and gives your cockhead a teasing kitty lick. your thighs twitch and your head comes back to peer down at kafka. â good. eyes on me, i want you to hold it. â she commands. you do, watching with hazy, lidded eyes as her wet tongue flattens against the base and drags up your shaft.
your eyes meet kafkaâs and you nearly cum from the exchange of intimate contact. her eyelids lower, pinkish purple eyes gleaming with blatant lust that has you whining.
7/10, firefly is inexperienced but sheâs gonna try her best to please you.
your lips moves with fireflyâs in a languid kiss, desperation slowly showing through fleeting touches and hushed whispers. her knee sinks between your parted legs, a single hand placed on the mattress next to your hip for support while the other shyly palm the growing tenting in your boxers. â can i? â she whispers between kisses. your fingers card through her pale grey locks as you kiss her again with fervor. you answer her question silently by gingerly grasping her wrist and guiding her hand pass through the waistband of your underwear.
a cute, muffled noise rumbles from her chest when she fully holds you in her hand. even if she has already touched you like this a few times now, she still feels embarrassed. â y-you donât have to ask. â you breath, letting out a soft groan as firefly stiffly strokes you through your boxers. it takes her minute to find her confidence before she gains an easy pace. firefly can feel her own arousal swell in the pits of her belly and flow down to her core at the sound of your moanful groans and whimpers.
â just like that, baby, youâre doing g-great. â you compliment in a strained voice, buckling your hips to her strokes, encouraging her to continue. meanwhile, your quivering breaths mingle from the constant chasing of each otherâs lips. fireflyâs chest blooms with warmth for the umpteenth time as your palm touches her flushed cheek. like this time and many times before, you pull her into a dizzying kiss that nearly has her become the feeling of intoxicated.
9/10. I donât really play wuthering waves, but ik yinlin would be my fav. i love her pointed ears and the moles on her face fr. I feel like she looks like the type to be freaky but she actually isnât but capable. i think she doesnât have much or any experience with romantic partners because itâs mentioned in her story that sheâs mostly to herself. however, sheâd def be a loving and âhandyâ partner if she opens up and has full trust in you. if sheâs ooc. .i tried.
â youâve always been so good to me. â yinlin whispers into your ear, a sharp nail gingerly runs down your arm, provoking a shiver of anticipation down your back. youâre the most precious person who she holds dear in her heart. even after years of her handing you small pieces of her secrets and past, you held them tight in your hands and patiently stayed. once she finally given you everything she had, you pieced them together like a grand puzzle and stepped backânot in fear or disgust, but with an empathetic smile on your easy features. yinlin finally knew at that moment she finally have found someone whoâd walk through the ends of the world by her side. she place a singular kiss to your earlobe and blows a gentle puff of hot air against it. you squirm a bit; a raspy chuckle escapes from her. her hand trail down your bare thigh and tenderly massages the supple skin. yinlinâs head shifts down right under your ear and peppers damp kisses down the column of your neck. â allow me to return the favor like always, my sweetheart. â
a strained groan erupts from your throat when you feel the red-head wrap her hand around your half-flaccid length. the tips of her canines carefully drag along your heated flesh of your neck. she begin to stroke you until youâre fully hard and desperate for more than just her hand. your eyes flutter close, lips parting to moan as she lightly sucks at a small patch of your skin, leaving behind a red blotch. yinlin smiles softly at the breathy call of her name. she pulls away from your neck to examine the cute expression on your face. â iâm barely doing anything and youâre already unraveling like this. cute. â
yinlin leans forward and presses her lips against against your parted ones. she wastes no time in tilting her head to kiss you deeply. she feels herself getting needy from the taste of your lips, the addicting sweetness has her squeezing her thighs together. her tongue slips into your panting mouth, exploring everything you have to offer inside. the small moans, pants, and the occasional twitching of your cock admittedly makes her desperate.
after a prolonged moment, yinlin pulls away so you can catch your own breath. with half-lidded, lustful eyes, she licks the string of saliva sticking to her shimmery pink lips and gracefully transitions her body down between your legs. you breathe out, â w-wait, l-let meâooohh. .â your lover replaces her hand with the hotness of her mouth, leaving you a whiny mess. she swirls her tongue around the swollen tip, tasting the slight salty taste of your precum. her head then descends as she takes more of you in her mouth with practiced ease. she sucks firmly at your shaft, pale cheeks slightly hollow as she does.
you whine, toes curling with pleasure. she eases her way up before going back down again, repeating the same ministration several times until youâre begging for her to slow down. â y-yinlin, slow down, i-i donât want to make a mess. â itâs ironic because youâre already a cute mess yourself. if yinlin can giggle right now, she would. her brows raise in amusement as she glances up at you. she rubs your knees in a form of acknowledgment and slows her pace. however, she continues to skillfully use the flat of her tongue to pleasure you.
if you want her to slow down, sure. but, she doesnât mind for things to get messy if she gets to hear more of your pathetic but adorable begging.
#trendythirsts#silver wolf x reader hsr#kafka x reader#kafka smut#yinlin x reader#yinlin smut#firefly x reader hsr#firefly smut hsr
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How I headcanon the LADS Men gaming with us. All four of them just enjoy being around you. [Requested by: Anon]
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he'd be a watcher at the start ; being more of a physical sport kind of person (which is why he's so good at snowboarding)
you'd ask him to play one of your favorite games with you and he'd opt to sit with you while you play instead
gets curious overtime as he watches you progress
"your main quest is to head to the dungeon what are you doing here?" "I have to complete this side quest in order to level up my character before going to the dungeon otherwise I'll die"
"you said this can be multi-player?" he asks after a while
somehow ends up speed running all the missions surpassing you even though you'd been playing longer.
would buy his own controller or PC set up using the excuse of "not wanting to over-use your equipmentâ
when youre gaming for too long or he has a long day he lays on you with his face buried in your neck or your titties
wants you to sit on his lap or between his legs while you play
helps you calm down when you're about to rage
massages your hands when they get tired
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immediately begging to have a turn or play together
incredibly skilled with his hands so handling a controller and multi-tasking on a keyboard is nothing to him
texts and calls you to come over for gaming nights or afternoons
sets up a game room for the two of you complete with multiple TVs so you each can have your own and if you're a PC player 2 full set-ups for you and him
A DIRTY DOG ... I know y'all seen him playing kitty cards that mf is about as slick as sandpaper ... that cheat combo? he's using it. that hacker mod? he's using it.
definitely whines and pouts when you beat him, but gloats and dances when he wins
would definitely try and talk you into becoming online gamers/streamers
when you play on a console he likes when you straddle him backwards and lay flat on your stomach so he can use your ass like a pillow to rest his hands on.
rages with you ... no questions asked
ends up knowing your games better than you
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S Tier player ... but very humble
plays YOUR favorite game one time and beats it an hour later
that level you're stuck on? hand him the controller or let him take over the keys he'll have you past the level in no time
only started playing because you asked him to
you either play together or he sits with you when you're playing or he wants you to sit with him while he plays (as long as you're in the same room he's happy)
makes bets that if he wins he can use your kitchen (this is actually canon in a tender moments)
the type to play online under a pseudonym, but gain a huge following in the process
plays both PC and Console with you, but prefers console so he can sit between your legs while you two play
massages you & helps calm you when you're about to rage
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will gladly play any game with you
S Tier player .... he's so good it seems like he's cheating when he's not
gets matching consoles and PC set ups with you
secretly plays ahead so he can help you beat levels
prefers PC over console, but will play both
"don't worry maybe you'll beat me next time" instigates every time he beats you in a game
once he finds out you enjoy gaming he's having an entire entertainment wing built for you
likes to have you sit in his lap while you play
gets you every game you want even gets you early access to buy it before the release date
eggs you on when you start gamer raging
the type to sit behind you and cage you in his arms when you ask him to beat a level for you
#love and deepspace#sylus love and deepspace#sylus#lnds sylus#love and deepspace sylus#lads#lads rafayel#lads zayne#lads xavier#lads sylus#lnds rafayel#lnds zayne#lnds xavier#zayne love and deepspace#rafayel love and deepspace#xavier love and deepspace#nikaaaaimagine
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All's Fair in Love and Kitty Cards:
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â„ âđđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ; You've decided to bring home an electronic board game of kitty cards, and make the oh so simple suggestion of playing strip kitty cards to entice your work weary boyfriend Zayne into trying it out with you. After all, you're THEE Queen of Kitty Cards herself- it's not like you could lose, right?
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), reader referred to as you/your and she/her, this one really got away from me omf it's longer than I mean it to be eek, not proof read, written in a whirlwind bc this idea would not leave me be until I got it out, not full smut but very suggestive, just good ol' fashioned romantic fun. Zayne thinks you're hot âĄ
Yes, I will be doing Xavier and Rafayel as well
Zayne rarely got too serious with kitty cards. He'd rather watch you have fun than engage in a real competition. Your smile and serious expression were far more entertaining than any game, and the delighted light in your eyes after a victory (no matter how wide or narrow) was always his most welcome reward.
That was, until you brought home that new electronic board game version, setting it up before he'd gotten home and surprising him with it only moments after he'd taken off his shoes and coat.
At first he wasn't that interested. I mean the cats where half the fun of kitty cards lets be real, plus he was tired.
But when you suggested (with a wicked little glint in your eye that had his heart stop momentarily, mind you) that you guys play strip kitty cards, he stood there blinking in silence for a solid 15 seconds, just processing.
"How upset would you be if I won, though?" He carefully asked once he finally came out of it, that little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. God he can be so smug sometimes.
You of course tell him that you're the literal Queen, Her Meowjesty the First, and this is your domain. You demand he put respect on that name and remember it well.
You'd come to eat those words later.
The first round you win easily. Just like every game before, it would seem the kitties favor you above all else (why wouldn't they, you were their Queen after all). He gives a soft chuckle, removing his vest and placing it over the back of his couch. "Round two, then?"
Round two seems to take a similar route. You almost feel bad for Zayne. He's always been a bit of a pushover when it comes to kitty cards, and as you fill the final cup cementing your victory 23-10, you watch as he loosens his tie tossing it aside and removing each sleeve garter, laying them on the table next to his vest chain. Zayne doesn't say anything this time, only watches you as you reshuffle the cards and get the board cleared for a new game.
Round three is where you finally start to feel him trying. It's a bit like reeling in a fish. You feel like you're making some headway and and then he'll pull out a Bye Bye on your double point kitty, or use a Purrcieve and discard your pink 6 kitty when there was an open pink cup. Nothing earth shattering- you could and did still wipe the floor with him, but the way Zayne watched you over the tops of his cards as he did so started to make you feel... vulnerable, despite all your layers.
When he finally sheds his third layer- his shirt- you realize all too late that you've fallen into the spider's web. With his broad, muscled shoulders, sharp collarbones that crowned his perfect pecs, and strong biceps corded with beautifully laced veins that traveled down his scarred forearms to his large hands that currently rested against those masterfully made lats and abs and.... oh.
Oh no.
Zayne catches you staring (how could he not, honestly. You were practically drooling), and regards you with that little quirk of his lip and raise of his brow. "Everything alright? Ready for round 4?" Worry starts to eat at you when you realize he doesn't sound at all worried. He's already shirtless only 3 layers from being completely nude, and he sounds like he's already won.
Not one to accept defeat so easily, you swallow, set your expression in determination, and deal the cards.
And yet
4 rounds later and Zayne had yet to remove another article of clothing.
Your clothes (and your dignity as The Queen) lay tossed about the room in a perfect metaphor for your current emotional state.
This man. THIS MAN. Despite all your usual tricks and banter, Zayne had refused every single one of your pleas to trade cards. No amount of begging or bargaining would be accepted tonight, and during your last attempt he'd made it very clear that should you ask again, he'd put the game away since you obviously weren't interested in actually testing your skills.
So here you sat. In your bra and panties, your metaphorical crown plucked from your head and reshaped into a dunce cone.
The kitties had forsaken you.
It had started out so well, but once that shirt came off it was suddenly so hard to focus. You'd find yourself watching as he'd roll his shoulder, gazing as his chest or ribs expanded with a particularly deep breath. Let your eyes linger on each and every scar that dappled his hands and forearms. Watch his Adam's apple bob as he'd take a particularly long drink of the water at his side.
Honestly, it seemed like the more layers you lost, the harder he was to ignore as well.
Little did you know the absolute torment this man was going through on his end.
Sure, setting the trap was easy enough. You were always so sure of your kitty card playing ability, and he so rarely put up a fight when you begged for mercy. However, turning your pleading down each time as you sat across from him in less and less clothing, looking at him with those big teary eyes was threatening to completely undo him. Listening to you whine his name and watch as your perfect lips pouted so full and glossy in the lamp light was too much, he couldn't take it.
You and your games would be the death of him, surly.
Round 6 is where his empire fell.
Your defeat was swift, of course. Zanye had struck gold with 4 Meow This in his hand, and pulled a complete shut out. It was like in the movies when the character watches in slow-mo as their impending death rushes towards them, and as you were left with no number cards to fill the last cup on your turn, you watched as Zayne placed his.
"I believe that's another win for me." His tone was proud- joyful, even. Typically one of your favorite expressions he made, if you were being honest. Something about Zayne's smug, rather cocky attitude really got you going sometimes, and sitting here for the last hour, ogling his shoulder and arms and hands and abs... well... that hadn't been helping the literal ocean between your thighs either.
Your silence (and likely the deer in the headlights expression you wore) spurred a warm chuckle from him, the sound both rich and comforting, yet still strange enough to snap you back to reality.
"I believe I've earned my next reward, correct?"
Oh... this bastard. This beautiful bastard.
Puffing your cheeks at him in a pout, you consider accusing him of cheating (partially in jest, you know he wouldn't, but also why is he SO DAMN GOOD all of a sudden??), but in the soft glow of the lights, your eyes catch his, and you see something darker. Immediately, your heart begins racing, skin prickling with the familiar feeling of anticipation in battle.
Wait, in battle?
This wasn't the first time you'd have taken your bra off in front of Zayne, so why did you feel so much like... prey in this moment? As your hand slowly reached behind you to find the clasp, it was apparent you weren't the only one feeling the weight in the air. The subtle creak of the couch let you know he'd leaned forward, eager to watch and enjoy the prize he'd rightfully won.
"What are you waiting for?" The subtle tilt and bob of his head mirrors the quick uptick at the corner of his mouth, a motion you're so familiar with by now. A playful gesture of his, reserved for those moments when he's feeling particularly teasing or goading.
It only stokes the fire in you, of course. The amber hues in his green eyes, further illuminated by the warm lamplight, bore into you despite his otherwise neutral expression.
With a flick of your wrist, the clasp is undone. You consider playing a bit, slowly sliding the straps down to tease and tempt, maybe using your arms to cover what he desired to see most. Surely he deserved a taste of his own medicine after obliterating you like this tonight, but his intensity is already near suffocating.
Instead, one at a time, you slipped your arm from each strap, and gently placed it at your side. The moment you felt the chill air hit you, it was audible that he'd noticed.
Oh sure, he tried to keep quiet. Tried to stop himself from letting out that small, strangled gasp when he watched your nipples pebble. Tried to still his thundering heart when your reactive shiver cut across you, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Tried to stop himself from whispering your name in a thick voice, telling you how beautiful you looked in the warm-glow lighting. At least he managed to temper his hand and hold it back from palming his quickly stiffening cock. Thank God for the small mercies.
His reaction was so much more than you'd been expecting. You'd been nude plenty of times before, like showering together, or that time you'd shared a hot spring once on vacation. Not to mention all the THE SEX. But this??
He had your body memorized at this point, but watching you strip layer by layer as you lost each round was really doing it for him?
The way his voice caught when he said your name, the way the muscles around his ribs stretched and relaxed as he took deep breaths to calm himself, the dilation of his pupils as his eyes trailed you from navel to nose, finally making eye contact after a lengthy pause on your lips.
Zayne might have been winning at kitty cards, but you were starting to get the feeling your luck was about to turn around.
"I forfeit." His normal, rational tone returns, albeit with great strain.
You sputter out a few expletives, dropping the stack of cards you'd started to shuffle. "What?! But we weren't- I was going to- I didn't even get to-!" Too many thoughts at once try tumbling from you, tangling on your tongue. How dare he! I mean sure you won, but a victory of forfeiture was hardly a victory worth bragging about.
Standing from the couch you watch as Zayne extends a large hand towards you, that same hungry look in his eye again that has you feeling small and vulnerable, and reminds you that you're very exposed.
"I've had my fun hunting the hunter. I think it's time I reward her for her win."
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#love and deepspace#lads#l&ds#lnds#love & deepspace#zayne#zayne love and deepspace#love and deepspace zayne#kay writes#god i love him#the thought of Zayne laying out the perfect plan only for it to completely backfire on him is just so canon at this point#Like hes so MAX intelligence DUMP wisdom#it makes for such a wonderful combo lmao- walking into his own trap like âoh no who could have predicted thisâ#zayne x you#zayne x reader#zayne x y/n#zayne x mc#zayne smut
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Twist of Fate; Chapter Four
Pairings; LADS OT4 x reader
Word count; 2,588
Themes; isekai, eventual smut
Rating; 18+ for swearing and some mature themes
Notes; I swear these chapters feel longer on the word doc. Anyways, I was too excited to leave it at just three chapters so here's an extra fourth one for today đ
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It's been a few weeks since you went to Snowcrest with Zayne. In that time, you played a few rounds of kitty cards with Xavier- not having the heart to bring Rafayel to the cafĂ© since you knew he was afraid of cats, played the claw machine with Rafayel and took him to see the aurora in Snowcrest. You also got the painting Rafayel sent you and hung it up on the wall behind your couch, the fox plushie Xavier got you sitting on a miniature bookshelf underneath it. You put the pins got from the Meow's cafĂ© tokens up on the bookshelf as well, a set of antique books you got from your original time period, a few antique gaming consoles like the Gamerboy and Ninyendo ds- it hurts to call those antique and your wallet definitely hurt after buying them.Â
You got the Waystation NX as a way to pass the time besides when you were working. Honestly being a hunter paid well and once you got used to it, the work wasn't even that bad.Â
Now, a few days before you assume your mission with Rafayel is, you decide it's time to get a friend. You were torn between a dog or a cat but since every single character loves cats besides RafayelâŠyou decide on a cat. You put on your yellow dress since all your other clothes were darker in tone and you didn't want to get cat hair all over them and head out after putting your shoes on.Â
Stopping by Meow's CafĂ© first would be a good idea. Since they were a cat cafĂ© then maybe some of their cats would be up for adoption and if not, you could always ask if an employee could point you in the direction of a shelter.Â
Today was just a nice day to be on your own.Â
At least that's what you thought but the moment you step foot in Meow's CafĂ©, you spot a few different things. Your gaze lingers on a white haired man that was sitting in the corner, cats all around him as he slept during the day but that wasn't Xavier. He seemed a bit familiar but you brush that feeling off and walk over to the actual Xavier. âWhat're you doing here without inviting me?â You tease with a playful pout.Â
Xavier, who was dozing off, tiredly looks at you before a small smile appears on his lips. He yawns, covering his mouth with one hand. âI would've invited you if I knew you were awake.â âDon't worry about it.â You ruffle his hair before looking over all the cats. âI'm looking for a friend today.âÂ
âAre you talking about an actual person this time or another plushie?âÂ
âNeither. I'm looking for a pet.â You admit, rubbing the back of your neck. âI'm going to see if any of these cats are up for adoption and if not, I'll go look at some shelters nearby.â âDo you want me to come with you?â He asks, unable to hold back another yawn and you shake your head, âWhile I appreciate the offer, you should go home and take a nap. You look like you're about to pass out at any moment.â You pat his shoulder before heading to the counter to ask about the cats and order a drink.Â
You settle on just a basic sweet tea and also buy some cat treats and the employee tells you that the cats here are sponsored by the local shelter but urges you to go to the shelter in person since the older cats are kept there.Â
It would probably be better to get an older animal than a younger one since most people prefer the babies so you take her up on her offer. You take a sip of your tea, turning to wave goodbye to Xavier as you put the location of the shelter in your gps and start your walk.Â
As you stand in front of the homey looking building, an employee peeks behind the gate. âWelcome to Paws animal sanctuary!âÂ
âAre you open today?â You ask, checking the time on your phone worriedly. âWe just opened so we're cleaning up a bit but feel free to come inside! We had to open a tad earlier today since our sponsor stopped by.â The lady smiles at you and waits for you to follow as she walks toward the front doors. âSponsor?â You echo, looking around at the interior as you step inside. Hardwood floors, cream wallpaper with different coloured paw prints- probably the paws of the actual inhabitants of the shelter.Â
âYeah, Mr S sponsors all of the shelters in Linkon City! It's thanks to him that we can take better care of our animals and give them the lives they deserve even if they're unable to be adopted.â The employee smiles before pausing, âoh my, I just realized I didn't tell you my name! That's so rude of me. My name is Raven.âÂ
âYou're fine. I'm Y/n.â You smile back, holding your hands together. âI don't mind listening to you speak, you really seem to care about the animals you have here.â âWe all do, it used to be so sad working at shelters in the past but now, oh- Mephi!â She laughs as a black bird flies over to land on her head.Â
âAww, she's a pretty bird. Is she a raven orâŠ?â âShe's a crow.â Raven says, letting the little bird perch on her finger. âShe's actually mostly robotic since she got hurt in an accident. She was Mr S's pet before that but once Mephi got too injured, he surrendered her here and she's been living her best life ever since!â Raven scratches the crow under the chin before she heads behind the counter. âAnyway, What're you looking for today?âÂ
âAhâŠI was looking for a cat? Possibly an older one or one who's been here for pretty long. My apartment has felt really lonely as of late and I feel like a pet would really help liven up the atmosphere and make me a bit happier.â You say, lightly drumming on the counter as Raven types in everything on a computer. âPerfect, we have aboutâŠfour cats that match that! Well, we have five but..âÂ
âBut what?â You lean forward, suddenly curious.Â
âShe's a bit of a handful. She's slightly younger than the rest and she's been returned multiple times. She's been here for about four years and she has a disability.â Raven says, running a hand through her hair. âDo you want me to add her to the walk through?â
âIt wouldn't hurt to meet her. What's her name?âÂ
âWellâŠeach home she's been to never gave her one so we've been calling her Estelle, you'll know when you see her.â Raven grabs her clipboard and leads you to the back with Mephi on her shoulder. You follow behind, looking at the window through each door as you pass before Raven stops at a room in the very back.
âThis is Caesar, Spork, and Freya.â Raven says as she opens the door, pointing at the older orange cat that laid splayed out and the calico munchkin cat that was bopping the diluted calico ragdoll on the head. âThough Spork and Freya are a bonded pair so it would be hard to get just one.â She marks those two off of her list. âWhere'sâŠoh, there's Dino.â She crouches down on the floor. âDino is the old tabby hiding under there. He's a bit nervous when it comes to new people.âÂ
None of the cats were catching your eye. Sure, they were definitely cute but none seemed to care about you specifically.Â
âI guess you want to go see Estelle?â Raven questions after fixing her hair that Mephi was busy ratting up. âI think so, sorry.â You whisper your apology to the cats before you both leave the room. âEstelle is in a room by herself. She prefers to be alone and she's a bit moody.â Raven comments as you head to the next room a few doors down. âAnd here she is.âÂ
Raven opens the door and you both step inside. She quickly closes the door behind her as heavy paw steps thundered toward the door. An audible thump being heard as the cat hits the door.Â
âKeep in mind, she's a runner.â Raven seems a bit out of breath. âWe've had to chase her around the whole building before.â The woman steps to the side to reveal a large silver tabby mainecoon. âShe's a mainecoon so she's a big cat and her coat is a rare colour. It's really uncommon to see a silver or gold maincoon.âÂ
The cat in question turns her head to look up at Raven before she notices someone else is in the room. The cat's fur bristles but she fully stops her movements the moment she made eye contact with you. A soft meow comes from her before she walks up to you and rubs against your leg.Â
"Oh uhm-â Raven quickly flips through her clipboard, âShe's never reacted like that before. I guess she likes you.â
You crouch down to run your fingers across her back. She sort of reminded you of Pie with her stature and how soft her fur was. âI'll take her.â You said, scratching her under her chin as she purrs. âI can pick up a body harness and walk her home. I think that's what she wants.âÂ
âDo you want to try picking her up as we head back to the front desk? Be careful she's heav-â Before Raven can finish her sentence, you've already picked the big cat up. âNevermind.â Raven laughs, letting you follow her back to the front office.Â
âSo for Estelle, she gets a bit of a discount just because of her temperament and since you'll have to cover the cost of any more prosthetics she needs.â âProsthetics?â You're suddenly confused and look at the cat in your arms. She didn't seem like she had any on.Â
âAh, Estelle was brought here with a really bad infection in her right front paw so they had to amputate. She only recently got a state of the art prosthetic with the help of Mr S. You can't even tell the difference and I think she's a lot happier with it.â Raven says, smiling at the cat in your arms who lets out a raspy meow. âBut right so I'll add a harness, leash, and cat food to your bill and some vitamins for joint health and that'll beâŠâ
She tells you the price and you gladly pay. You crouch down to put the purple body harness on Estelle and hook up the leash. The food and other stuff would be at your apartment before the end of the day. âThank you for everything!â You wave to Raven and even Mephi caws as you leave.Â
âHey there pretty girl.â You say with a smile as Estelle looks up at you as you walk.Â
With you being distracted, you don't notice a person walking next to you until you bump into your shoulder. You stumble back at the contact and quickly turn around in order to tell them off but a faint black and red smoke is the only thing left where the person should be. You hear the caw of a crow and look up, noticing a black crow perched on top of the light pole.Â
âWeird..â you murmur, rubbing your temples and Estelle meows at you as if to tell you to keep walking. âAlright, alright.â You laugh, âI'm moving.âÂ
Once back at your apartment, you set Estelle's cat food bag down next to your island in the kitchen, putting her other canned food in the cabinets alongside her vitamins and some cat treats. Then, you hear a knock on your door. You head over to the door, Estelle trotting alongside you and she meows as the door opens.Â
âOh Xavier, what're you doing here?â You question, raising a brow but he holds up a bag. âI brought some stuff for the cat.â He says, a smile in his voice before he peeks around the door to see Estelle. âWoah.â
âHer name's Estelle.â You say, letting him in and taking the bag from him. âEstelle, you've got a bed now!â You cheer, going to put her bed in your bedroom. âOoh and a food and water dish. Thanks Xavier, I didn't have a chance to pick anything like this up just yet.â You turn to look at him and he points at the bag, âOne more thing.âÂ
You reach back in and there's a rod, you pull it out and notice it's one of those fishing rod cat toys but this one has a star at the end of the wire. âHere,â you hand it to him with a smile, âYou came over here to play with the cat, didn't you?âÂ
âThat wasn't my only reason.â He chuckles, sitting down on the couch as he plays with Estelle. âI wanted to hear about your plans going forward.âÂ
âOh right.â You completely forgot about that. You sit down next to him, ready to explain. âI'm planning on getting some information from the Nest about an aether core being sold at the protocore auction in the N109 Zone. So I need an invitation for Hunting day. I'mâŠalready working on getting an invitation but my problem lies with getting into the N109 Zone itself.âÂ
âYou,â Xavier sighs, shaking his head, âYou really are searching for trouble. I don't think you should go but I don't think anything I say will stop you..but since you have Estelle now, you at least have a reason to come back alive.âÂ
âWell, if I do die, take care of Estelle for me.â You joke with a smile but Xavier turns toward you with a straight face, âDon't joke about that, Y/n.â âAh, sorry.â You clear your throat, looking down, âI am a bit nervous, if I'm honest but I know I'll be able to do it so if I go missing for a few days, make sure to feed her. I'll give you my spare key.âÂ
âI'll hold you to it.â Xavier takes the key from you and puts it in his pocket. âI'll figure something out if you go missing.âÂ
The mood wasn't as happy as before, that was clear to see so instead you nudge him with your elbow. âSo at the shelter, they have this really cool sponsor who helped every single shelter in Linkon City. He had this pet crow that he surrendered because she got injured and he paid for Estelle's prosthetic.âÂ
âShe has a prosthetic?â Xavier raises a brow, allowing you to push past the last conversation with ease. âYeah, it's on her right paw.â You lean forward to tap said paw, your cheek brushing against Xavier's knee and he clears his throat. He shifts to the side on the couch to move his knee away from you. âAh, I can see it now.â It's Xavier's turn now to lean forward and look. âThat's really cool. It almost makes me want to get a cat.âÂ
âThere's some really sweet ones at the shelter. Like Spork and Freya are a bonded pair!â â...Spork?â âDon't laugh, I think it's a cute name!âÂ
It's late by the time Xavier finally leaves to go back to his apartment, you say your goodbyes and get ready for bed with Estelle curled up next to you.
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I guess 2k is the standard for every chapter so far. By the time chapter 10 hits, they should get longer so I hope you guys don't mind the shorter chapters for a bit! It's so odd though because on Google docs I feel like I'm writing so much and I need to end the chapter or else it'll be too long, and turns out...I've only written 2k- Edit: I just checked and they do get a bit longer but 3k and 4k aren't exactly at lot. If yall stick around until twenty then I'll make sure it's longer than 4k!! I feel so bad posting such short chapters.
Also, hope you enjoy the Sylus crumbs âšïž
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