#no fluffy ending!

[uh-niran-really]

IM BACCKK!!

Fem READER X NIRAN WITH SYMWEAVER 😈😈 CUZ IM EVIL

😼back in the academy they have a small little party where they get drunk and shii, niran gets intoxicated asf (satya isnt ofc ofc) and gets dragged into a game called 7 minutes in heaven 😈 she doesnt know what this game is but joined for the sake of niran

Obvi niran and satya get paired up and put in a closet, satya being worried asf while reader is outside heartbroken that her long time crush niran is gonna be making out with his best friend

(Niran likes reader btw! Keep that in mind. 😈)

Satya also has a crush on niran tho😈

So when he explains to her what the game is about while making advances on her she doesnt stop him, feeling a hint of guilt knowing he loved reader but is currently making out with him

So huge steamy make out session with symweaver

And when the timer rings they open the closet doors to see niran on top of her in a heated make out session

Reader ends up having a panic attack and trying to run away, not wanting to stay there any longer

Niran looks back to the crowd and sees reader leaving before looking back at satya, cursing himself as he realizes what hes just done 🙏

Reader, in a bad mental, while hyperventilating and shaking, tries to commit, stabbing herself and bleeding out, crying out from the pain bc it wasnt an immediate death

Niran eventually finds her and hes terrified, feeling himself about to throw up but forces himself to stop and try to walk over to reader without falling to try and help, hes crying, calling out to help not being able to do anything himself bc hes tipsy, he holds her body close while he cries and apologizes to her as she loses consciousness.

Woosh transition to her hospital bed

And reader doesnt make it.. :00

Reader dies and niran breaks down over it, screaming and making a mess out of his lab, when satya hears the news and sees the mess she's heartbroken and starts to have a breakdown, it feels like it lasts forever, but even after its been hours and hours niran never left his room, Satya finally gets the energy to stand up and shakily walk over to niran's lab only to see him on the floor, bleeding out slowly as he cradled a photo of him and reader together, apologies after apologies falling from his mouth, never ending, satya cries, a gut wrenching scream coming out of her as she does everything she can to save him, to get him help. But he eventually dies in her arms, telling her it wasnt her fault and that he just wanted to be with reader again. 🥲🥲🥲

Fem Reader x Lifeweaver (Featuring NSFW SymWeaver) - Seven Minuets in Heaven

Content: Heavy angst, major character death, suicide, NSFW themes, Minors DNI!!

Word count: 4,100+

A/N: Okay so I took your SymWeaver steamy make out session and added a little bit of… spice to it. I got carried away with them, they are my OTP, I couldn’t not give Satya some fun! She pays for it though, if that’s any comfort to you! As always, these prompts give me so much energy. Truly a visionary in the prompt writing community! <3 Enjoy, though I get the feeling you may not. Aha! <3

The music was loud, much to the dismay of Satya who hated loud noises, but Niran was having fun. You watched the pair, giggling at how mismatched they were. The outgoing rich party boy, a drink in his hand, proudly telling everyone in the room how hot they looked, including you. And the shy stoic girl, uncomfortable with the noise and the amount of people in one dorm. She wanted to leave the moment she got here. They were opposites, which made for a fun friendship dynamic in so many ways.

“Niran! You made it!”

“Oh sweetheart, I’ve never been one to turn down a party!”

He was right, then again he WAS the party. You couldn’t have a good time if Niran wasn’t around. His infectious energy affected everyone, maybe except for Satya.

“Did you have to bring Satya though?” One of your roommates asked. “She’s… kinda boring.”

“Oh Satya isn’t boring. I couldn’t leave her at the dorm!” Niran pouted. “Plus, she’s fun, you just need to get to know her.”

“Right… Well.. enjoy the booze I guess.”

Enjoy he would. Soon Niran was drunk, slurring his words and stumbling around. Satya trailed after him, trying her best to help him where she could. She kept asking if she should take him home, but Niran wasn’t interested in going home. He was having so much fun, and wanted to stay.

“Let’s play 7 minuets in heaven!” Someone shouted.

Niran’s ears pricked up and he grinned, seeking you out in the crowd. Oh the things he would do to you in the closet. He watched with eager eyes, waiting to see if you wanted to play, and of course you did. He bit his lip with anticipation. How perfect.

“Satyaaaaa! I’m going to go play too!”

“Bua…”

Niran didn’t let her finish however, he already started to wonder off, leaving the raven haired girl to make a choice. Play too, or stay and watch. She trusted Niran and wanted to show him she could be fun too. She knew what others thought of her, she wanted to be liked. With a deep sigh, she reluctantly joined the game too.

——🪷——

“So we all know how this works, I’m going to pick two people and you get seven minuets in the closet to do whatever you wish!” Your roommate explained.

Satya didn’t understand but she dare not say anything. You and Niran locked eyes for a moment, with you quickly looking away, blushing. Both of you hoped that you’d be paired off together, but time would tell. The lust you felt for one another was off the charts.

“Hmmm let’s see, I want to make this interesting… that’s start with…. Niran!”

The Thai boy grinned, licking his lips a little. Your heart pounded in your chest, threatening to leap out of your throat. You looked at your roommate with such pleading eyes. You had to go in there with him. But your roommate either didn’t get the hint or he didn’t care.

“Hmmmmm…. Oh I know, how about Satya? You two would be an interesting match.”

Satya didn’t understand why people started to gasp and whisper, but she was happy to be paired off with Niran, who certainly didn’t mind. You were crushed though, but apart of you had hope that Satya would refuse Niran, and that they would just sit awkwardly for seven minuets. Maybe chat about their day, maybe say nothing at all. Boring stuff.

“We always get paired together don’t we?” Niran winked at her.

“Yes.”

He took her hand and lead her over to the closet, opening the door for her like the gentleman he was. Nervously she stepped inside, Niran following in after. It was a small space, forcing them to remain close.

“Let the seven minuets begin!”

As the door closed, Niran pressed her small frame against the wall playing with the bangs of her sleek satin hair, his body so close to her she could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“Niran… what are we meant to do..?”

Her body trembled against him, biting her lip softly, yet she was unsure why she was doing so. Niran smiled at her, her innocence quite adorable.

“Well Satya, this is a kissing game. We get seven heavenly minuets to explore each other’s bodies.”

His hands trailed up her sides and back down, taking note of every curve, the way her skin felt, the way her dress hugged her figure. It was a pretty black BodyCon dress, one she didn’t often to wear, but one Niran had brought for her for parties and social occasions. It had taken some convincing on his part to get her to wear it, but oh was that hard work paying off now.

“Have you ever kissed someone Vaswani?”

He leaned in close to her ear, giving it a playful lick. She shook her head. Every inch of her wanted to turn and bolt, but she had been wanting to kiss Niran for a while, now was her chance. She decided to be brave, and have fun. That’s what Niran always did.

“Judging by the time, we have about six and a half minuets left, if you want to try?”

He didn’t wait for an answer, his lips feathering kisses across her neck and up to her jawline. He waited for her to protest, to beg him to stop, or to even push him away. But she didn’t, delighting him further. She was as stif as a board but he was going to loosen her up. He stepped away from her for a moment looking around the closet for something. She missed the contact, hating on the empty space between them.

“Niran..?”

“Just want to make things comfortable for you Satya.”

He ripped a blanket off its hanger, shaking it out and draping it on the floor. She hated hard wood floors against her skin. They were often dirty and it made her skin crawl. This wasn’t the best case scenario, but it was better than what it was.

Niran dropped to his knees, straightening out the blanket before taking her hand and tugging it, encouraging her to kneel with him. She did, with little hesitation, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears.

“You’re so pretty Satya, any man would be so lucky to have you. Think of this as….” He eyed her lips, biting his own. They looked incredible. “Experience gained.”

His lips crashed against hers, the stickiness of her lipstick mixed with the glossiness on his own. His tongue poked against her teeth, begging for her to open up for him. The poor girl didn’t know what he wanted, but Niran was happy to help. His hand snaked up around the back of her head, finding her tight bun, tugging it back to make her gasp. His tongue slipped so effortlessly inside her mouth, making her moan against him.

She began to stim with her hands, nerves getting the better of her. His free hand found hers, moving one to his chest, wanting her to touch him. She was a bit embarrassed at first, but felt a little at ease as she felt his hard abs through his thin shirt.

He pushed against her, wanting to lay her down, but again Satya didn’t understand. He pulled away from her lips, wanting to desperately to kiss them again, but he had to command.

“Lay down dearest. It’s most comfortable that way.”

“Okay..”

She reached up and took her hair out of the bun, shaking out the soft curls it gave her, satin locks framing her face in such a way that made her look beautiful. She began to lay back but Niran couldn’t wait, diving on her, lips on her’s, pinning her to the floor in a fiery passionate kiss.

His hands found her breasts, so perky and firm, groping them gently at first before getting rougher with her. His hands felt amazing, so precise. She felt it all through her thin bra, secretly wishing he would just take it off.

“Niran!” She gasped through the kiss, making him chuckle at her.

“Too much dearest?” His lips tickling hers with how close they still were.

He was surprised when she shook her head, so he continued to play with her tits, smirking at the way she gasped and moaned. A part of her felt bad for you. She knew how Niran felt about you, how much he wanted you. The guilt was eating away at her and yet she was so happy.

His lips were on hers again, his cream hair water falling down his face and framing hers for a moment, before she tucked it neatly behind his ear. He ground into her hips feeling himself a little too much in this situation, forgetting where they were. She cried against his lips, a sound he never expected to hear from her. In this moment she decided that she would let him take her, if that’s what he wanted.

With about a two minuets to go until their time was up, he caressed her outer thigh, mentally remarking how soft it was. Her dress had ridden up so high that it was practically a top now, not that he was complaining. His hand slid to her inner thigh teasing her, but she didn’t react negatively, instead bucking her hips up into his touch. Curious fingers found the band of her panties, before he stopped, opening his eyes and pulling away from their kiss yet again.

“You’re soaked, you enjoy my touch this much?”

“Yes..”

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I..”

He slid his hand into her panties, roaming at her entrance to slick his fingers, moving up to rub her clit.

“Oh god Niran!”

“You like that huh?”

He rubbed a little harder loving the way she reacted to him. It was rare to ever see her so worked up like this. She was so hot underneath him like this. He wanted to see her react more.

“Want me to make you cum?”

She nodded before throwing her head back in delight, loving how he toyed and played with her. She bit back moans trying so hard to be quiet and yet she couldn’t help but cry out for him.

“Yeah? How brave of you to take the plunge like that.”

Her body was trembling and he was getting so worked up too. She was so attractive like this. He couldn’t want to make her cum for him. She was so damn close, soft moans spilling from her lips.

“That’s it deares-“

“Okay you two, seven minuets are up!”

The doors flung open and they were caught in the act. Satya squealed in embarrassment, covering her face to hide how red she was. Niran froze, releasing how bad this looked. He had forgotten to keep track of time, he had been so busy toying with her he forgot about the timer.

“Woah! Looks like you guys had fun huh?”

You stared at them both, taking in the sight. Satya’s messy hair and smeared lipstick, her dress around her waist, legs spread around Niran. Her chest rising and falling so rapidly. Niran’s body so close to hers, lips covered in her lipstick, hair equally as messy. His hand dipped inside her panties, so lewd. He was.. pleasuring her. She let him. You watched as he pulled his hand out of her panties, fingers slick with her juices. Both of them blushed with embarrassment now.

“How could you..”

You felt yourself begin to panic, sprinting out of the room in tears. You didn’t want to be there any longer, you couldn’t stand it. The thought of them both so intimate like that disgusted you. Niran watched as you left the room, so evidently crying. He looked back at Satya who wore a look of guilt on her face. He realised then what he had done.

“Fuck..”

——🪷——

Your tears made your vision blurry, but why did that matter anymore. You didn’t want to be here. The imagine of Satya moaning his name as he did such wantonly things to her. You loved him. You were hurting so badly that you just couldn’t cope. The alcohol was getting to you, making you sick with despair. You thought he loved you too. The way he looked at you was so loving, so kind. Why did he do this. Why did he toy with you. You just wanted to go home to bed, but of course your dorm was hosting the party. Instead you lay out in the corridor screaming and sobbing your heart out, your cries drowned out by the loud music.

“Fuck you Niran..”

You had a hair pin holding your hair up in a beautiful style. You practically tore the thing out of your hair, your locks falling out and spilling over your shoulders. It was a gorgeous metal pin, nice and sharp. The perfect instrument to inflict pain on yourself. You often accidentally cut yourself putting it in.

The hysteria you felt drove you mad. You couldn’t take it anymore. The image of them getting frisky burned into your mind. How far would they have gone if they weren’t restricted for time. Would they have gone all the way?

With the hair pin held in your hand, you brought it down on your thigh, screaming out in pain, before yanking it free. Blood spilt from the wound, trickling down your inner and outer thigh, pooling on the white marble floor. You for sure hit the femoral artery, a fatal strike if not treated quickly. The blood loss was immense, it almost scared you. You kept crying out from the throbbing pain in your thigh. It hurt so badly, and yet not as bad as the pain in your chest. You stabbed again and again, losing your sanity a little more each time.

——🪷——

Niran stumbles down the corridor calling out your name. His body too drunk to move all that quickly. He calls out to you again, wishing you would answer him. He’s worried sick and it’s made worse when he remembers your face and how it looked when you saw him and Satya in the closet.

“Y/N.. please.. wher-“

Blood. So much blood. It was everywhere. It looked like a murder scene. Your right shoulder lay against the wall, your back to him, sitting in a pool of your own blood. He stumbled over to you, the fear made him nauseous. Your gorgeous thighs had been stabbed multiple times, a long sharp hairpin lay close by. He screamed realising that you had done this to yourself.

“NO! NO NO NO!!! Y/N!”

He dropped to his knees and pulled you into his arms, cradling your body close to him. He didn’t know what to do. His mind clouded by the alcohol. Gently he tapped your cheek begging for you to open your eyes.

“Y/N!! No please!! PLEASE!! WHY DID YOU DO THIS!! PLEASE SOMEONE!! HELP ME!!”

You do open your eyes but they look so lifeless and dead. He stares into them, his own pleading with you to keep yours open.

“I’m sorry.. I’m so sorry.. forgive me… please… I need you..”

You gasp softly as if choking and he sits you up, blood splattering from your mouth, which only terrifies him more. He rubs your back as he sobs. He’s terrified and doesn’t know what to do. You’re bleeding out too fast, too many wounds to cover. You were slipping through his grasp.

“It was a mistake… I don’t love her.. I love you!! SHE WAS A MISTAKE!! A STUPID AWFUL DRUNKEN MISTAKE!!”

You begin to lose consciousness again, head lulling back, eyes rolling. He held you close, screaming again for someone to help him. You were going to die. He couldn’t do a thing.

“Don’t go… PLEASE DON’T GO!!”

——🪷——

Beeeeeeeeeep. A flatline. Something he never wanted to hear. You had lost too much blood and your heart had stopped. He watched in horror as doctors attempted to restart your heart, but with no luck.

“Time of death 04:02 am”

He sat devistated watching the flatline, begging for your heart to start up again. He couldn’t lose you. He had sobered up a lot in the last few hours, making the emotional pain so much worse.

When your heart didn’t restart, he bolted out of the room. He couldn’t be there anymore. He couldn’t stand it. His drunken antics with Satya had cost your life. All this because he wanted some carefree fun. He got to his lab, he didn’t know why he came here, but he found himself trashing the place in anger, fear, devastation. He shredded his notes, flipped the tables, smashed a prototype.

“FUCKKK!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!” His fist punched a hole in the wall, splitting his knuckles open, the crimson liquid spilling all over the floor. Why did you leave. He spots a picture of you both, frame broken from the fall, it’s all he had left.

——🪷——

Satya’s head still spun from the previous night. She had woken up with flushed cheeks and memories of the way Niran had touched her. The way he made her feel was like nothing she had ever felt before. Butterflies paced around in his stomach as she remembered the way his fingers felt against her skin. If only they weren’t interrupted. Would they have done it? Gone all the way together? She blushed deeper, burying her head in her pillow, trying not to let these thoughts take over.

Satya had liked Niran for a while, but after last night she felt something new. A type of yearning for him. She started to daydream of all the things he could have done last night, realising she would be okay with all of them. She thought about you, and guilt forced itself upon her. Still, it couldn’t be helped. She just hoped that you and Niran had talked things out. He didn’t come home last night, he was probably in bed with you. It hurt, but she understood. Nothing could have prepared her for the truth though. Her other two roommates sobbing from the terrible news.

“What…?” She surely misheard them.

“Last night.. she killed herself. Niran found her.. it must have been so awful.”

She froze. This had to be a sick joke. You had made it all up to get back at her.. right..? She waited with bated breath to see if you or Niran would jump out and laugh at her. A way to get back at her for last night. But that never came. Instead she found herself returning to her shared room with Niran, collapsing to the floor. Her body shook violently, tears streamed down her face. She had caused this. She was the reason you were dead.

She thought of Niran and the pain he was feeling. Was he okay? Of course he wasn’t okay.. She needed relief from it all. Her head felt like it would pop at any moment. Someone was screaming and she wished they would just stop. It only dawned on her that she was the one screaming when she felt her voice give out. She stayed there for what felt like hours before her mind locked onto one thing.

Niran hadn’t come home.

“NIRAN!!”

She got the strength to stand, a gut feeling that something was wrong. She staggered out the door and out of her dorm, turning towards the labs. Was he there? She had this horrible feeling he would be. She took off running, trying so hard to keep her balance. She had to be there for him.

“BUA?! Are you here?! Nir-“

He was on the floor, bleeding out. He was trying to do the same thing as you. She screamed rushing to his side, watching as his eyes followed her the whole time.

“Hey you..”

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!”

He moved his hand to show her a deep gash on his stomach. He was clutching a picture in his left hand. The picture of him and you. You both looked so happy. You both were so full of life that day.

“It’s okay.. I’m fine..”

“YOU AREN’T FINE NIRAN!!”

She dropped to the floor, trying her best to help him but she quickly realised that he had done too much damage. He was going to die.

“I’m sorry Satya.. you forgive me right… I’m so sorry…”

She choked on her tears, letting out a pained scream as she held him. She had caused all of this. All because she decided to play a stupid game. The boy she loved was dying in her arms. Was this what he went through last night? It must have been hell.

“I’m so sorry… I never wanted you to find me… I’m so sorry…”

“NO!! WHY DID YOU DO THIS!”

The noise she made next was akin to a wounded animal. It was so guttural and raw. She would have surprised herself had she cared enough about what she sounded like. Instead she tried to patch up his wound, knowing it was pointless. She applied pressure but the blood didn’t stop. She searched the room for something to dress it with but found nothing.

“It’s okay… it’s alright… Will you promise me that you won’t hate me… I’m so sorry..”

“I LOVE YOU!!!” She screamed so loud she nearly winded herself. Tears came harder and she screamed again begging for him not to do this.

“I know.. I know you do..” His bloody hand reached up to cup her face. On some level he almost regret doing this, but on a deeper level, he just couldn’t live without you.

“Please don’t leave.. please… Please Niran..”

“Was I your first..?” It hardly mattered. He was dying anyway, yet he wanted to comfort her.

“Yes… So don’t do this.. fight…”

“I’m glad it was with someone you loved.. I’m going to be with the woman I love now.. it’s selfish.. and I know you’ll hate me.. but…”

“I love you… Why must you toy with my heart Niran Pruksamanee.. It’s all my fault..”

He attempted to smile, lips barely curling. In another life, he was certain that Satya had her Niran. Maybe they were happy. Maybe they weren’t. Maybe there was a Niran out there somewhere who had lost their Satya. The thought made him tear up.

“Not… you.. your… fau…lt…” He wheezed, desperate to finish what he had to say. “I… just… wanted.. her..”

He wanted to say more. He wanted to tell her she was the best roommate he ever had. He wanted to kiss her goodbye or leave her some lasting comfort. Instead he died in her arms, his last words being about you, ultimately making her feel so much worse.

“And I just wanted you…”

She cradled his body for a long time before realising he was gone. When she finally did realise she forced back tears, trying so hard to stay calm. She pulled him close and gave him one last kiss, before laying him down and standing up. She shakily walked to the door, and stepped outside into the hall. The lab was dead silent for a beat. Then all that could be heard were her pained screams from the hallway, so loud and painful she caused a scene. The picture of you and Niran slipping from his fingers and landing in the pool of his own blood.

BONUS

——💎——

“Come now Satya, you aren’t still crying over that coward are you?”

“I’m sorry..”

She looked at Sanjay with a great sadness in her eyes. He had done a lot for her since Niran passed, being her shoulder to cry on, ears to listen, lips to kiss. Lately though he had been so mean. Belittling her every time she mentioned or thought of Niran.

“He’s gone, get over it.”

“Yes Sanjay..”

He treated her like a glorified maid now. She cooked for him. Cleaned for him. Cared for him. At this point she practically dropped out of the academy, but he promised to get her a position under him if she behaved.

“You’re still frowning. Do I have to reprimand you again?”

“No Sanjay.. I’ll be good.”

On some level, she was scared of him. She couldn’t do much about it, who would she turn to. He had been so kind after Niran died. Almost romantic. He older than she was, but he took a liking to her, wanting to build her up into this masterpiece. Her pretty looks were just a bonus. An extra reward for saving her.

“Good. You owe me don’t forget. Oh and honey?”

She looked up at him with sad eyes, trying her best to force a smile. Her body shook with fear as he looked at her with such malice.

“Don’t cry in presence again. You will conform or I will make you. Do I make myself clear? Now be a good little Vishkar employee and fix me some coffee.”

“Y-Yes.. Sanjay..”

[hinamie]

shhhh

[snowballseal]

Tipsy Tricks

Sylus X Reader

Summary: You and Sylus agree to focus on work for a little bit, meaning you don't have time to see each other. That is...until you get a panicked call from the twins saying their boss is drunk and needs someone to cuddle with.

Word Count: 1836

Note: FLUFF - Sylus is drunk, but honestly, I feel like he can handle his alcohol well so he does a bit of acting. It's all just to get your attention and he's a little more clingy. Also, Luke and Kieran my beloveds.

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“Miss, we need your help!”

You blink at the sudden shout that comes through your phone the moment you answer it.

“Luke?”

“Please Miss! Boss is not acting himself!”

“Kieran? Wait- hold on, just-”

“Ah! We’re too late!”

“Please Miss, come save us!”

You blink again as the call ends just as abruptly.

What the-?

You stare at the now dark screen for a long moment, just trying to process what happened. It’s late, late enough that you’re already dressed in your pajamas and winding down in bed. The last thing you were expecting was to get such a panicked call from Luke and Kieran.

What were they even talking about? Why do they need saving? Is something wrong with Sylus?

The thought wedges into your chest like a thorn, sharp and uncomfortable. You hadn’t heard from the Onychinus leader - your lover - in a few days due to his busy schedule. Neither of you liked it, but you agreed it was best he just focus on work, and you’d do the same to keep yourself occupied.

Getting a call like this only makes your anxiety skyrocket.

You don’t even bother wasting the time to change, throwing a coat over your pajamas and snatching your keys as you hurdle out the door. 

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“Miss!!! Oh you’ve come to save us, thank you!”

Luke and Kieran throw the door open before your knuckles even touch it. You jump back, chest heaving from having run all the way from the transport station. They look just as frazzled, well, as frazzled as two men in masks can look. 

“What’s wrong? Is Sylus okay? Why are you guys freaking out?” You shoot out questions quickly, grabbing one of the twins by the shoulders. “You guys were infuriatingly cryptic over the phone! Seriously, who calls in the middle of the night like that?”

“We’re sorry,” Luke leans in, trying to rescue his brother from your vicious grip, “We just didn’t know what to do. Boss hardly ever gets like this!”

“He kept talking about you so we figured you could help us,” Kieran insists, ducking away with the help of his brother.

“Okay, but what’s wrong? Is he hurt?” You press for more details, concern only growing. “What happened to make him act weird?”

“He’s drunk.”

…

Your jaw shuts with an audible click, going tense as you stare at them incredulously. Seriously? All of this, all of the panic, the urgency, because Sylus got drunk? You take a deep, slow breath, trying to ease the immediate desire to knock their heads together.

“Let me get this straight. You’re telling me that you called me. In the middle of the night. After I had settled down for bed. Screaming bloody murder over the phone. Because Sylus had too much to drink?”

“...yes.”

“That’s right.”

You close your eyes. Another deep breath. Slowly, the panic that had washed over you recedes, leaving a sliver of irritation and amusement. You really should expect nothing less from them.

“Okay,” you sigh and prop your hands on your hips. The two seem to relax, like they had actually expected you to smack them. Which you might have, if they hadn’t sounded truly distressed earlier. “So why is this such a bad thing? Sylus is an adult, he can handle being a little drunk, but you two are acting like the world is ending. Why?”

“Well you see-”

“Boss gets incredibly physical when he’s drunk-”

“Not in a violent way-”

“Unless he’s around people he doesn’t like.”

“Right.”

You blink slowly at them, “...so?”

“It’s scary!” Kieran crows.

“It’s like having a kodiak bear trying to give you a hug!” Luke adds, curling his fingers in a gesture you’re sure is meant to mimic said bear.

“We love the boss, but we can’t handle him like this.”

“And he kept asking for you! So we called.”

Ah.

You take a moment to really process all of it. Sylus is drunk. Sylus is a touchy drunk…

It’s too good to pass up on

“Alright, boys,” you hum, an excited grin slowly spreading across your lips. You clap both of them gently on the shoulder. “I’ll take it from here. You can go hide wherever you usually do.”

“Thank you, Miss.”

“We knew calling you was the right decision. Please take care of our boss.”

“I’ll do my best.”

The twins skitter off as soon as you let them go, leaving you alone in the foyer. You quietly slip your coat off, hanging it up properly before making your way further into the base. Not knowing exactly where Sylus could be, you check all the obvious places. The bar. His bedroom. The kitchen. All of which are empty.

Finally you come to the den. Each step makes your heart race a little quicker, the thick silence putting you on edge. A drunk person shouldn’t be so hard to find. But as you step into the room, looking over every nook and cranny (despite how large the man in question is), you once again find it empty.

Where on earth could he be?

“My, my, a kitten’s wandered into my home.” You nearly jump out of your skin when an arm curls around your waist, drawing you back against a solid chest. The familiar warmth of his touch is like a balm to your nerves. You glance over your shoulder, gaze meeting a pair of sleepy vermillion eyes, their depths hazy and dark. “You broke our agreement, sweetie.”

You bite back a smile, “Maybe I wouldn’t have had to if a certain someone hadn’t gotten tipsy and scared the boys.”

Sylus huffs, his face dipping to nuzzle into the crook of your neck in an uncharacteristically soft show of affection. His breath is dizzyingly warm against your skin, his nose tracing featherlight along the column of your throat, like he’s breathing you in. It makes you feel dizzy. You clutch onto his arm to anchor yourself, breath hitching when his lips press tenderly against your racing pulse. 

“I’ve missed you.” 

The words are a mere whisper, the sound rumbling through his chest, so deep you can feel it with how his body leans into yours. You let out a shuddering breath, eyes flickering shut.

“I missed you too, Sy.”

So much. You didn’t want to admit to yourself just how much his absence had been wearing you down. Little by little until you could feel the gaping emptiness, like a stream carving a canyon. You were homesick. And it makes your heart flutter to know he felt the same.

“How about we sit, huh?” You suggest softly, and his arms tighten. Turning your head, despite the awkward angle, you press a reassuring kiss to his silvery locks, “I’m not going anywhere, love. I can’t support your weight much longer, though.”

Seemingly appeased, Sylus lets out an understanding hum. In a puff of black smoke, you find yourself settled on the couch, your back pressed into the soft leather with Sylus laying on top of you, his arms still curled around your waist, head resting on your chest. He nuzzles into you like a cat, letting out a long, drawn out sigh.

It’s adorable really. And jarring. While Sylus has never shied away from being affectionate, it’s always been in his rough, teasing way. This feels tender. Vulnerable. While you were originally planning to tease him to no end, you find yourself overwhelmed with a gentle kind of adoration for the man, your fingers softly fussing with his hair.

“You know, I think I like this side of you.”

“Hmmm, is that so?” Sylus mumbles sleepily, his eyes barely open as he gazes up at your face.

“Yah,” you breathe, tracing the relaxed line of his brow, fingers skimming down his cheek to brush the corner of his lips, “You’re acting so cute and docile. Maybe I should start calling you kitten.”

Even sleepy Sylus won’t let that stand. The second your fingers graze his lips, he nips at them, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you snatch them back, inhaling sharply. Heat curls in your chest, matching the heat burning behind his gaze as he flashes you that lazy yet dangerous smile.

“Don’t mistake my affection for passivity, sweetie,” he rumbles, pushing himself up just enough to graze his lips against yours, the smell of expensive alcohol and his rich cologne clouding your senses. “You should be more wary of a man when his restraints are loose. There’s no telling what he might do once you fall for his trap.”

Ah. You hold back a giggle, eyes narrowing up at him with mirth. So that’s what this was all about.

“Trap, huh? Is that what this was? Did you get tipsy and scare the twins on purpose so they’d call me?”

Sylus doesn’t look ashamed for even a second, offering a nonchalant shrug. The way his ears go red, though, tells you that you’ve hit the nail on the head.

“Aw, you did all that just cause you missed me?” Reaching up, you loop your arms around Sylus’ shoulders and draw him even closer. Your lips brush his as you murmur, “You could have just called, pretty bird.”

“And what fun would that be?” Sylus tilts his head, eyes flickering down to your lips. 

He wants to kiss you breathless, the sensation of your lips ghosting against his driving his already muddled thoughts wild. The way you look under him, hair a mess, dressed in such cute pajamas, is a perfectly tempting image, but it’s the fact that he can’t quite think straight that makes him hold back. While getting drunk was certainly a good way to get you here, it was not conducive to anything else he might want.

And simply having you by his side is enough.

You sigh as Sylus presses a sweet kiss to your lips. Unlike most of your kisses, this one isn’t about passion or hunger. Intense, yes, but intense in a way that feels like devotion. It’s reverent and slow, leaving a lingering hum under your skin as he draws away.

“Will you stay?”

Fondly, you rub your nose against his ever so slightly, “Of course.”

“Good.”

Sylus lowers himself back into you, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Your arms loop around him, fingers going back to his hair. The silence that envelops you is comforting, the only sound being that of your mingled breath. His warmth covers you so completely, you can’t help but relax, eyelids growing heavier with each second that ticks by. Sylus’ breathing steadily grows deeper, lulling you further and further into sleep. Until you slip under, your lips pressed to his temple as you fall asleep.

And that’s how Luke and Kieran find you the next morning. Cuddled up, with their boss curled around you protectively, like two lounging cats.

You wake up to a notification on your phone.

The picture immediately becomes your new background.

(And secretly, Sylus also makes it his, too.)

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Hope you enjoyed, my lovely fishies!!!

[delicourse]

i miss them a little if im gonna be honest

[may12324]

💙Dimension 20: Burrow's End 💙

It was such a joy to be able to work on this show, I'm so excited for everyone to be able to watch it for the first time! It's such a sweet and heartfelt story, but also jam packed with action and amazingly detailed minis 👀

[min-play]

TITAN LUZ IS JUST SO

bonus:

[peaceandlove26]

wip of my new favorite baby, designed by graymutual, currently unnamed but definitely a twiluna child

[minzart]

Going togheter with this

[lazorbeanz]

THE BROTHERS!!!!

❤️💙💛

TAILS FINALLY GOT SOME POPCORN!!! (Well for a minute there anyways lol) 🙌🍿

[imaginederror]

Sequel to Sunshade

[lmadsadness]

lil kitties 2

[aratribow]

Jingnyan, aka the husband-replacement cat that renheng adopted

Sesame cake and rice dumpling are respectively called renyan and hengnyan btw and this shit has a whole ass au behind it (with a Mafia origin but that's not important)

I STAN jingnyan being the MOST affectionate nyan ever

Ps: this is renheng getting all the cuddles b4 the renheng-nyan invasion..which...doesn't bode very well for them

[supersardineburial]

"Jaysohn, did you hurt yourself with the lightning gun?"

"NO."

[snowballseal]

Nightmares and Memories

Sylus X Reader

Summary: Based on some theories I've seen on the Sylus flashbacks - After remembering what happened in the past with Sylus, you end up having a nightmare about the events of that night. You wake up calling his name, and he helps bring you back from the edge. Angst with a fluff ending.

Word Count: 1670

Warning: repeated mention of blood - it's Sylus lore y'all, soooo yah, prepare accordingly. It's purposefully pretty vague in terms of lore cause obviously we don't know what happened, but the ANGST!!!

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There’s…so much blood….

It seems to come from nowhere, seeping between your fingers endlessly, dripping down your arms to pool on the ground around your knees. It’s sticky and warm, like thick mud, clinging to your skin, staining your palms. The smell of iron and smoke fills your nose, coats your tongue, so heavy you choke on it.

You want to scream. You need to scream. But your voice is locked in your chest. You can’t breathe. Cinders dance around you, like little fireflies, only to sizzle out as they hit the blood. Even when you look around, the smoke is so thick, all you can see are piles of rubble, not even the sky.

Where are you? Where is-

The world spins. You feel yourself tilting, your stomach lurching up to your throat. When you reach out, desperate to steady yourself, to stop the spinning, to stop all of this, your hand wraps around something hot to the touch, metal. Encrusted jewels dig into the skin of your palm.

The hilt of a sword.

You choke out a sob, blurry eyes flashing up to the figure lying in front of you. His chest heaves, dark tendrils spreading across his skin from where the sword pierces his flesh.

Blood. So much blood. You have to stop the bleeding. You can’t be the cause-

“You must press on.”

No no no

You try to let go of the sword, desperate to do something, anything. But a large, clawed hand wraps around yours, keeping you locked there. Locked to this fate. This fate you don’t want. Another choked sob escapes you as you fight to free yourself, to help him, but he holds you steady. Always so steady, even after you-

“If you don’t…there’s no going back.”

You want to scream. You want to beg him not to make you go. Not to make you leave him, not like this. You don’t want to, you can’t. Not him. Not-

“Sylus!”

You lurch up in bed.

Panic chokes you. It numbs your mind, clings to you as a fine layer of sweat on your skin, just like the blood in your dream. You scrub at your face, desperate to get rid of the feeling. Get rid of the red still creeping at the edges of your vision. It’s all you can think about.

You don’t feel the cool, silk sheets pooling around your waist. You don’t notice the crow peering at you worriedly from the corner. You don’t even hear the sound of your broken sobs, body shaking with the impossible burden of getting air to your lungs.

All you can hear is the voice ringing in your head.

You left him. You left him. You killed him.

No, that wasn’t-

You forgot.

You didn’t mean to!

Your fingers dig into the meat of your arms, nails pressing deep into your skin. Everything blurs out of focus, your head spinning too much. You need something to hold on to, but you can’t bring yourself to reach out. As if doing so will put you right back there. There in the smoke, the blood, with that cursed blade in your hands. You can’t. You just-

“-ten? (Y/n)!”

A hand clasps your shoulder, gentle but firm.

You gasp and rip yourself away, eyes darting up to meet a pair of red eyes. The ones you had just been so desperately staring into. It takes a while for your mind to even process that this is real.

“Sylus?”

Sylus leans back slowly, hands held up in a placating gesture. As if you’re a frightened, little doe. Which you more than resemble to him right now. Eyes wide and glassy. Your entire body shaking like a leaf. Brow furrowing, concern flickers deep in his chest.

Finding you in such a state has him feeling…off-kilter. And the way you recoiled, as if his touch had burned you, leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. He feels useless in the face of your pain and confusion, and there’s nothing Sylus hates more than being complacent, especially with you.

“You had a nightmare,” Sylus explains, keeping his voice low and calm, like soft thunder in the distance. Anything to not scare you further. “Do you remember where you are?”

You take a deep, trembling breath, nodding, “Yah, yah, um, this is- we’re home.”

“That’s right. We’re home.” Carefully, Sylus lowers himself onto the bed. He tries to ignore the way you shuffle back, his fingers curling into fists on top of his knees.

You don’t miss the flicker of pain in his eyes. Guilt stabs at your chest, but you can’t bring yourself to reach out and comfort him. Not when you can still feel the phantom blood covering your fingers. His blood. It was your fault. All your fault. You were the one who put that sword in his chest.

“Hey, eyes on me, kitten. I don’t want to see you wandering off right now.” The deep timber of Sylus’ voice draws you back. You take another deep breath, not realizing that you had started to hyperventilate again. Sylus hums approvingly,  “That’s my girl. Now, why don’t you tell me what happened, hm?”

Your eyes fixate on one of the buttons of his shirt. Second from the top. It helps, if only a little, so that when you answer, voice strained from how raw your throat is, you don’t get swept away again, “It was- It was that night all over again.”

That’s all it takes for Sylus to understand. 

Breathing out a low sigh, an unspeakable sadness softens Sylus’ features. Of course that’s what would bring you to this. The distance you give him makes sense now, as does the doubt burning behind your gaze. And why your eyes have barely left his chest since you realized it was him.

Like you’re scared of what you’ll see there.

“...Do you need to see with your own eyes that it was just a dream?”

You force your gaze up to his, hesitating. But Sylus is already stripping off his shirt, movements calculated and slow. He tosses the fabric somewhere across the room. You freeze, eyes staying locked with his. Too scared to look down. Too scared to see what your panic soaked mind still expects.

“Look.”

Unbidden, your eyes trace back down, over his jaw, along his neck, all the way past his collarbone to the smooth expanse of his chest. No dark veins. No blood. Just a shallow divot over his heart, a shadow. You watch the way his chest rises and falls, noticing each time his breath wavers, your own heart jumping each time, as if he’ll suddenly stop breathing. But he doesn’t.

Still, the anxiety plagues you. Your fingers twitch against your arms, desperate to feel him, to find his heartbeat and burn it into your memory in place of this horrid dream.

You look back up at him, the question written on your face. Sylus bites back a smile, giving you a nod instead.

He doesn’t reach out just yet as you shuffle out from under the sheets, crawling across the bed to perch next to him. Though it takes everything in him to stay still as your fingers hover over his chest. You can’t help but hesitate, looking up again.

“Go ahead,” he hums, “Feel for yourself.”

His skin is warm. So warm. You let out a trembling sigh, palm pressing flat against his chest. Seeing it was one thing, but feeling it - the steady rise of his breathing, the rhythmic beat of his heart under your fingertips, the proof that he’s alive and safe - is enough to bring the tears flooding back. 

He’s okay.

All the tension, all your strength, leaves you in a small, broken sound. You crumble into Sylus’ arms. He catches you with ease, finally drawing you into his lap, where he had wanted to hold you from the beginning. 

You clutch onto him, unable to stop the flow of apologies that spring to your lips, “I’m sorry- I’m so sorry, Sylus. I didn’t- I didn’t-!”

“I know,” he hums, hand rubbing soothing circles into your back. “What’s done is done, there’s no need to hold on to it. All that matters is that you’re here now.”

“But I-”

“You have my forgiveness. So just…” His pulse stutters under your fingers. “-keep coming back from now on. No matter what.”

His words are the weakness of your heart. You hold onto Sylus tighter, feeling his grip tighten just as desperately around you. Time passes like that for what feels like hours, until you’ve cried all your tears, and exhaustion weighs down your eyelids. He notices, a relieved smile curling his lips.

“Come, let’s get you back to bed,” he murmurs, “you need a few more hours of sleep if you want to fight Wanderers in the morning.”

You jolt a little at the thought of going back to sleep, eyes flickering open again, but Sylus calms you with a soft hum and a kiss pressed to your forehead. 

“Don’t worry,” he whispers, lips brushing your skin, “I’ll stay and scare away any nightmares that come. You’ll never have to go through that again.”

His words carry a double meaning. An unbearable fondness washes over you as you look into those ruby eyes, gleaming with a hard determination that is so completely Sylus. Your Sylus. Of course he’ll always protect you. And you’ll protect him from now on.

The two of you settle back into the comfort of the bed. Sylus never lets you go, making sure you’re curled against him, ear pressed to his chest so that you can listen to his steady heartbeat as you drift off.

As you do, you whisper one last thing, wishing you could imprint your words into his heart, “I’ll always come back to you, Sylus. Promise.”

He lets out a soft rumble into your hair, watching as your eyes flutter shut, “And I’ll always be here waiting for you.”

In every life.

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Sorry not sorry. I'm obsessed with what we've seen of this man's lore and I just know its going to hurt SO much.

[violent138]

The Batkids find an abandoned baby during patrol and have no idea what to do with it so they decide to keep it secretly overnight at the Manor. They play it completely cool but then realize that babies cry and they have no food or idea what to do. While Alfred runs out to get the necessary supplies, Bruce (who is highly convinced he's losing his mind) finds said baby and manages to get it to calm down.

[trashmancer]

Drawn for the Bloodweave Brainrot's Art/Fic Swap; in response to tuffgreg's incredibly beautiful fic "cutting through the cracks of the concrete". On the day of their wedding, Gale gives Astarion a Sunwalker's Gift.