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25 she/her writes on a whim cuz why not ❤️

[blueivyy99]

✿ Masterlist ✿

Sylus x Non-MC

Calm and Serenity (Series 6 Parts) ✓

Finding a photo of his ex ✓

Sylus? No ... Skye? (ongoing)

Xavier x Non-MC

TBA

[blueivyy99]

because i won the card i will update my stories ALSO i graduated so im not busy anymoreeeee and i think maybe maybeeee this is Sylus's gift to me

[blueivyy99]

DON'T LOOK AT ME WITH THOSE EYES RAFAYEL. I'm broke asf 😭😭😭😭 I ONLY HAVE 65 GEMS. CALEB DRAINED ME AND HE STILL ISN'T HOME 😭😭

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♡♡♡ send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. keep the game going, make someone smile!!! ♡♡♡

🥹🥹🥹🥹 you're making me cry @novthirty

[blueivyy99]

Hi hi, just wanted to say that I love your work, I read your calm and serenity series (at one in the morning) and it broke me in the best way possible, your writing is so captivating that I couldn’t help but soak it up completely. I loved every second of reading it and hope you have a great day/night

thank you dear. also sorry for the lack of post im busyyyy. but i will squeeze in small updates as i can. love u!

[blueivyy99]

hey! i just love love love your sylus series, i just want to ask if you're open on making an alt ending where they don't end up together?

hmmm i really want to!! i will come back to this after graduation 🎓 THANK U for the request now i have an excuse mwahahaha

[blueivyy99]

some glint photoshoots because i was bored and had nothing else to do 😈 alsoo, blonde mc is very pretty 😍😍

[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being the non-mc significant other of lead guitarist! Sylus.

"The usual?" You have the owner a smile and a nod. "You're late, it's already the four and last set." The pub owner spoke, preparing your drink. "That's because Sylus doesn't know I'm here. It's a surprise." You wink at her.

Imagine engaging on a conversation with the owner, the one you are actually close with given the fact that Sylus and the boys were the one that introduced you to her. She was a lovely lady with a bit of mystery around her. Keeping yourself occupied as you wait for the band to come into the stage.

Imagine preoccupied with your catching up with the owner, you did not notice that they were already on the stage. It wasn't until you heard a familiar strumming of electric guitar that you knew very well who belongs to that made you pause mid sentence and look at the direction of the stage.

Imagine being excited, its been a while since you have seen the boys, let alone your lover perform, having your own lives to begin with, you were quite busy nowadays, so now is the perfect time for a surprise. You even picked up a very unique guitar pick on the way here, designed just for him. He have been complaining about his old ones, ones you are pretty sure he could easily replace, nonetheless it was as if he was giving you some sort of hint.

Imagine the way you look back at the owner, only to see some sort of complicated look on her face. Soon enough you knew why. "Honey, why you calling me so late?" You knew that voice. "It's kinda hard to talk right now." You knew that fucking voice. "Honey, why you crying, is everything okay?" It felt like the world stop, but it didn't. In fact, it continues. Painfully. "I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud"

Imagine, Sylus was never the best singer. There was a reason why he was the lead guitarist and not the vocalist. But the thing is, when he tries, when he tries hard enough. He really singings well. You have heared him, even laugh at him. But of boy did you love him singing. When he sings it was always full of emotion. Like unwritten stories yet to say and unfold. Like hidden feelings waiting to be heard. He only singing when it's important. He only sings for you. Or so you though.

"It's funny that you're calling me tonight." You watch silently, at the side the way he looks in the crowd. Then his eyes soften, "And, yes, I've dreamt of you too." You knew you shouldn't have followed his gaze, you don't want to get hurt nor confirm anything, but you still did. And boy, it fucking hurts. "And does he know you're talking to me? Will it start a fight?" There he was looking at her, MC. "No, I don't think she has a clue."

Imagine, you always wonder why they broke up. They were so perfect for each other. But then again, that was all in the past? Right? You knew Sylus loves you. You knew he does, but you also knew that she was there first. Before you there was her. How could you even compare yourself to her? She was well loved my everyone, heck, even you could tell how much of a lovable person she was. That's why you always wonder, why you? Still, Sylus always made you feel like you were enough. But you aren't really sure anymore.

"Well, my girl's in the next room, sometimes I wish she was you." She laughs, exchanging words with her friend as she sat there in front, eyes never looking away at Sylus. "I guess we never really moved on." Sylus was looking at her softly, he was looking at her with something in his eyes.

Imagine you found yourself back to all those years ago. Amongst the crowd as you watch the two stare at each other. You felt like a bystander as you did all those years ago. "It's really good to hear your voice saying my name, It sounds so sweet" When Sylus sings, it holds a meaning. It means this moment, this very moment is important for him. "Coming from the lips of an angel. Hearing those words, it makes me weak."

"I need to go." You do not know why you felt awfully calm, heart beating wildly at your chest makes you wonder why. "I'm s-" You just raise a hand and smile at her. Funny it felt numb when your heart literally have broken into tiny little pieces. "I'll come back to my tab later." "And I never wanna say goodbye."

Imagine the way you slowly make it out of the pub. Your heart weighting heavily on your chest. Taking every bit of you strength to prevent yourself from crying. Dragging your feet as you walk and took a deep breath to compose yourself. "But, girl, you make it hard to be faithful." You did not look back, you don't want to. And finally, you grab a hold of the door and push it. "With the lips of an angel." And so you were out the door.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2025°

: Sana all bakasyon na, sabaysabay tayong mag dusa.

[blueivyy99]

putanginaaaaa sinaktan ako. SINAKTAN AKO 😭

[lighting-and-shadow]

Ikigai, Part 8

Summary: You’re desperately in love with a man who already belongs to another.

Ikigai (n.) (Japanese): "A reason for being," the thing that gets you up in the morning.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

The walk to Sylus’ room is reminiscent of one to the gallows. You’ve seen those walks in people’s souls, how each step makes their throat tighten more and how they seem to mentally wait for each heartbeat to come. Like every step or every breath or ever beat is going to be their last.

That’s the only way you can think of to describe how you feel right now. A place that once meant safety and comfort to you has been tainted. It’s been warped, smeared, and destroyed in a way that a you from a few weeks ago would’ve never imagined.

Because now, you’re walking there with fear. Fear of Sylus of all people. Your partner in crime. Your confidant. Your closest friend. Your Morana.

You don’t want to think of him this way. Far from it. But Miss Hunter’s words, her shaky tone and fidgety hands, make you this way. The chaos of emotions in her threads make you this way. Everything about how she was when describing her time with Sylus make you this way.

Modification of her Evol.

You know very well what those words mean. You know what it looks like, feels like. You know all of this because it’s woven into her soul.

And her own soulmate tried to do that to her. Tried to split her open. Try to warp her and smear her and destroy what makes her her.

Rage and betrayal and whole other slew of emotions boil up inside of you. Each step makes you wonder when you’ll explode, when you’ll break from all of this.

You try to combat this with each breath. Each deep, hard-fought, breath. You try to embrace a wave of calm, to tamper down the craziness and be who you normally are: in control.

Nothing helps. Nothing works. And before you know it, you’re knocking at that accursed bedroom door.

Since when am I so polite with him?

A weak laugh escapes your lips. You stifle it down the moment the door begins to open.

Sylus is disheveled, an odd sight for someone who can look put together even in the middle of a gun fight. He just stares at you. His eyes refuse to leave yours, as if you’ll vanish if he so much as blinks.

It’s awkward, strained. An uncomfortable atmosphere that hasn’t been between you two in years. You can’t stand it.

“May I come in? I believe we have some things to discuss.”

Sylus says nothing. He looks deeply uncomfortable. It’s subtle, something most wouldn’t notice. But you’ve known him far too long. The slight flicker in his eyes down to the way he walks tells you everything. He’s off. He’s lost.

Not that you’re much different. Your tone earlier was cold, professional, and distant. Entirely lacking the usual playfulness or joy you’d have from simply interacting with Sylus.

You quickly step in his room once he moves aside for you. You don’t spare Sylus a glance. Any further looks would just deter you from your task.

This cannot go on.

Sylus’ treatment of Miss Hunter weighs on you. If you thought it was bad before, it’s far, far, worse now. Experiments? Changing her Evol? Scaring her so much she subconsciously rejects her own soulmate?

It’s arguable the worst start to any love story you’ve ever heard or seen. And you have more experience with that than anyone. You see them in every thread. You hear them in every soul.

All except mine.

You stare at Sylus’ empty bed to distract yourself from that rabbit hole of emotions, one you’re familiar with. You walk towards the bed. But you don’t sit on it. Rather, you just trace mindless patterns into the sheets to calm yourself.

Eventually, you turn to face the man whose room you stand in. Sylus stands with his back on the door. The lock is turned shut. And his arms are crossed, as if he’s shielding himself from you.

Since when were you two like this: weary and afraid of one another? After the argument today? After the one a few days ago? When Miss Hunter arrived? Or was it always there, brewing silently beneath your soft touches and charming smiles?

Whatever the case, you’ve never quite felt such distance from Sylus. You stand in the same room you two have shared for god knows how long, looking right at each other. And yet, you couldn’t be farther apart.

You tap your fingers on the bed like you did the night before Miss Hunter arrived. Tap. Tap. Tap. It’s the only sound that fills your ears until Sylus finally speaks.

“Can I explain now?”

To anyone else, his tone would be calm, demanding, and dripping with that usual hint of arrogance that he has. To you, he practically begs. Screams, even.

He only does that rarely. Like earlier today during your argument after your collapse. Which, given that specific context, made sense. Sylus was out of rhythm. His emotions were chaotic. He does care for you, after all. And you had just screamed your lungs out and passed out in front of him.

Who wouldn’t be shaken by that even a little?

You think over your next words for a moment, pushing that memory of your mind. What is there to explain? You’ve heard everything from Miss Hunter. You know what he tried to do.

Old wounds open up the more you think about it. The pinpricks of needles. Your home becoming a revolving door of doctors when you had no sign of a soulmate by age 10. The increasing prevailing sense of something being wrong with you the longer it went on.

They’re phantom pains, echoes of a past that only emerges when you sleep. They’re ghosts you tell no one about. They’re wounds that only you have ever dressed.

What was done to you was done in good faith. Much like what Sylus did. You could see it in his soul, see it in his thread. And it told you he wanted her to remember. He wanted his sorceress back at any cost.

But you wanted here his words. His interpretations and thoughts from his own mouth.

“Go ahead,” you gesture with your hand.

So Sylus does explain. Just not what you thought he would.

He goes into detail about his deal with Miss Hunter. About the brooch. About her search. About the twins and their pranks. About everything.

You look at him with scrutinizing eyes. You don’t search his soul; you have no need to.

In him, you find the truth and only the truth. You find no deception, no hidden meanings, nothing. It’s probably the most honest he’s been with you since Miss Hunter’s arrival.

“I never even had the brooch on me,” he chuckles a bit before he continues. “I don’t know why she ever thought I did.”

“Then where is it?”

“In your favorite book. On page 70. You know the scene.”

You absolutely do know the scene. It makes you smile even in this moment.

“Seriously? How on Earth do you expect her to know anything about my taste in literature?”

“You two spend so much time together I figured you were “besties” by now,” he says the words a great amount of sarcasm that makes you relax a bit.

It’s not much. But, you lean into the familiarity.

“Besides. Even if she didn’t know the significance of the book, I thought I’d do her a favor and introduce her to something good to read. She claims to be bored during her time here, and I wanted to be a more gracious host.”

You snort at his comment. Sylus tilts his head at you.

“What?”

You want to say, ”A gracious host? After kidnapping her and threatening her and almost turning her into a lab rat for the second time in her current life?” But you shake your head and say nothing.

Sylus seems to brush it off. His eyes soften and he takes a step towards you. When you don’t move away, he comes even closer, standing beside the foot of the bed while you stand in the same position next to the head.

“That’s all there is to what you saw. It wasn’t,” he pauses for a moment, searching for the words. “It wasn’t anything like you thought it was. Just a series of… interesting events.”

You just nod once more, turning your head to the bed again. You go back to tracing patterns in it, trying to rally yourself for the real conversation.

“Gamayun?”

You give him a quiet hum, but you don’t look up at him. You trace words into the bed, words from the scene of the book he placed the brooch in. They comfort you.

“Say something?”

You say nothing.

“What’s got you so quiet? Normally you talk my ear off, even when I’m being a fool.”

You make a hasty drag against the sheets, and the irritating sound that follows shocks both of you.

“Because I’m not here about what you just talked about and you know it.”

Or, at least, he should know it. He should know that him taking Miss Hunter to Philip is why you’re here. He should know why you’re so angry about him doing that. He should know.

He should know because he knows you were the one to find the twins. Two boys in agony, one covered in crystals. Children suffering because of selfish adults. Just like Sylus did. Just like Miss Hunter did. Just like you did.

The logical part of you knows that his goals for what he did weren’t anything like the ones that got the twins in that state. But, the other part of you, the one that made you come here, won’t listen.

That part of you remembers all those doctors. It remembers the padded rooms and the repeated cycles of accusations. It remembers the fear. It remembers the pain. And it remembers when you finally decided to run from all that.

That part of you is loud. It’s loud, it’s obnoxious, and it wants to cry. It wants to shed vicious tears and wretched sobs. But it doesn’t. It can’t. Because it wasn’t listened to in the past.

Why would this time be any different?

Because Sylus isn’t them, you remind yourself.

He’d listen to you. He has to listen to you. Sylus is a flawed man, not a monster. He’s a desperate and flawed man who just wants the love of all his lives back. He’s a desperate and flawed man who made a mistake.

And he has to know that, right?

“Than why are you here right now, my sweet Gamayun? Surely not to repeat the earlier interesting series of events? Or maybe go even further?”

“You’re deflecting,” you say immediately.

His usual jokes don’t make you flustered. Instead, they make you angrier as he avoids what you need yet again.

“That’s not an answer, sweetie.”

Something in you snaps. Maybe it’s the use of an old nickname. Maybe it’s due to another deflection. Maybe it’s both.

Either the case, you finally address the dreadful elephant in the room, “Why did you bring her to Philip?”

You ask because you want him to admit it himself. Hearing him say the words, the man you’ve loved for over a year, rather than Miss Hunter, the soulmate of said man, will makes things clearer.

Maybe it’ll undo the knot in your stomach and the dread that courses through your veins. Maybe his explanation will make the phantom needles go away, and drown out the screams of your precious boys.

Part of you knows that neither will happen. The other, more optimistic and the one that clings to your love, begs for something otherwise.

All that hopes drains away when you see the color leave Sylus’ face. His color seeps away at the same pace as your fleeting hope.

Oh God, what did you do, Sylus?

Miss Hunter didn’t give you any details. You can only speculate. But with this severe of reaction, especially coming from Sylus (who’s done a lot of questionable shit that he knows you’d never judge him for), you’re not sure you can handle the answer.

Miss Hunter avoiding your questions and looking apprehensive to tell you anything is one thing. Sylus doing it is a whole other can of worms. You steel your heart for whatever happens next.

“We weren’t resonating. I thought there was a problem with her. There isn’t, so we left.”

It’s about the same thing she told you. Enough to give you the gist. Enough to explain her fear and her discomfort. But not enough to explain Sylus’. Not nearly enough, given everything he’s seen and been through in both of his lives.

So you push, “Did you two rehearse your excuses, or did you both conveniently give me the same nonsense in hopes I wouldn’t press? Whatever the case, you ought to practice lying to me better.”

Sylus appears unaffected by your words. You, of course, know better. The slight knit of his brows, the way he holds himself and leans a tad more to one side. He’s so obvious to you that it’s painful.

“You really going to lie to me again, Sylus? After what happened last time?”

That full on makes him flinch. Your heart wavers as a result. That was a low blow. You both know that. And yet, you can’t back down. Because all you can see in your mind’s eye is the twins.

Luke trying to claw at his face, to etch in the same scars his brother carries. Kieran forcing himself to grow up even more as a result of that instability. The way they would both duck from mirrors, or even flat out shatter them, during those first few days.

Dozens and dozens of memories like that just sit in your mind. A weight unlike any weight you’ve ever carried. It festers there. It seeps into your veins, into your heart, and into your words.

You can’t escape it.

“What exactly are accusing us of, sweetie? Be specific. You how I hate to beat around the bush, and waste time.”

You do. And that’s exactly why you’re the negotiator of this business and not him.

Soon, she will take that place. Soon, I’ll need a new role in a new place.

“Is there anything in particular I should be accusing you of?” You counter.

“Not in my mind,” he glances you over from head to toe. “But that seems to be the case in your mind.”

A smirk crosses his lips. It’s not one of humor.

He words hit you to the core.

“That’s not an answer,” you shakily manage to get out.

“Well, if my answers aren’t satisfactory, maybe you can give me a direct question? As you say, it’s harder to avoid something if there’s no room to do so.”

That stupid smirk is still there. His eyes are still cold, colder than you’ve ever seen them directed at you.

“Did you or did you not hurt her?” You tone gets firmer the more you speak.

Sylus’ expression changes again. Not to one of humor or playfulness or anger like you expected. No, the Sylus before you was none of those right now.

He was betrayed.

“Who exactly do you think I am?”

“I don’t know!” You finally raise your voice despite all efforts not to. “I don’t know… why do you think I’m here? I need answers, Sylus. I need conformation that I’m missing something and that you didn’t do what I think you did.”

You pause for a moment, choking on your own words and emotions, “I need the truth from you. Please. I need the truth about this at the very least.”

Sylus says nothing for a moment. And you worry that this’ll be a rehash of your first fight. The fight that broke you. The fight that drove you away.

“My relationship to her isn’t your problem.”

Suddenly, you feel sick. But then, Sylus finally says something and you chase that nausea away, kicking it down with your professionalism.

“I want her gone,” he says with an odd amount of levity. “She isn’t worth the trouble she’s causing, so I pushed my plans forward ahead of schedule.”

You don’t entirely know what to say to that.

“Pardon?” You laugh a deranged laugh. “You brought her here. Why ever would you want her gone now after no progress on what ever it is that you need from her?”

“Like I said: she isn’t worth the effort. And I refuse to waste my time on useless things.”

“Useless? You have the gall, the absolute audacity, to call her useless?”

You aren’t yelling, despite how much you want to be. And that want gets stronger the amused Sylus appears.

“Why do you care so much about her, sweetie? She’s my guest, not yours.”

”Because she’s your soulmate. Because she’s the key to your happiness,” is what you want to say.

Instead, what comes out is, “Because I’ve become quite attached to her. And I find your attitude towards her appalling.”

“Of course you would, sweetie,” his voice gets quieter and softer. “Of course you would.”

Sylus gets close to you, putting his fingers beneath your chin and tilting your head upwards. You don’t resist; in fact, you embrace the small touch as much as possible.

“Because you have such a bleeding heart.”

You roll your eyes at him. Normally, Sylus says that to tease you. Like on negotiations where you spare the business partner in question. Or when you talk him down from simply killing his opponent and into seeing their usefulness. Or any of the numerous times you’ve brought in a stray animal and nursed it back to health.

He always says it in a teasing tone, almost mocking. But now, he says it with fondness.

Or love, your delusional and desperate brain says.

As soon as that thought cross your mind, you take a step back. Sylus immediately releases his hold on your chin, disappointment flashing across his face. Or, at least, that’s what you think you see.

“My heart aside,” you say to calm yourself and get your heart to stop racing. “That doesn’t change the fact that your behavior towards her has been reprehensible. Deplorable, even.”

“Why are so obsessed with her, Gamayun? Should I be jealous? She’s been tearing us apart just by being here. Don’t tell me she’s gone even further…”

He says it with jest and usual nonchalant attitude. But something in you tells you there’s more to it.

“Because of my bleeding heart, as you say,” you smile a bit before going back to a more serious expression. “And the fact that you two seem to hold so many secrets that I’m not privy too despite your less than stellar relationship.”

Suddenly, something in Sylus changes. You can’t quite put your finger on it, other than the fact that you strangely feel like prey. Like he’s hunting you or something like that. You’re on your guard. You’re waiting for him to strike.

Sylus lets out a bitter laugh. “You’re not being truthful with me either, sweetie.”

That makes you pause.

“This isn’t about me.”

“Isn’t it?” He takes a step closer to you, the smirk on his lips thinning and his expression shifting to a more softer one.

You don’t know exactly what’s in that smirk. Anger? Bitterness? Hurt?

Hatred? Annoyance? Grief? your thoughts whisper before you can shut them down.

“No, it isn’t.”

“Sure, sweetie,” he’s surprisingly genuine and not sarcastic with his tone. “Sure it isn’t.”

“What in the world are you going on about this time?”

Fear drips into your words. You hope it isn’t noticeable. But judging by Sylus’ face, you didn’t succeed.

I’ve lost my touch.

Being so utterly emotional for the past few days has done this to you. Made cracks in your armor that show more and more with every passing second.

Sylus reaches for you again. And you, again, accept the touch. He cradles you head, hands delicately cupping your face, thumbs rubbing your cheeks in a way he knows soothes you.

Foolish man and his foolish tenderness when you’re supposed to be angry at him.

“Your obsession with her. I’ve never seen you act this way.”

You’ve never seen me try to mend the bond between someone I love and their soulmate before. But, hey, there’s a first time for everything?

“I am not obsessed. I do not do obsessed.”

Sylus frowns. You’re the one doing the deflecting now. You’re the one using humor as a distraction now.

“Than what you call all this?” He keeps stroking your cheeks with a featherlight touch.

“Care? Empathy? Because, as you know, I have a bleeding heart.”

It’s getting harder to keep your tone light. You hope that your voice never wavers. You pray that Sylus doesn’t notice how your skin warms from embarrassment or how fast your heart rate is.

You can’t even look him the eyes. And you struggle with all your might not to squirm.

“Your bleeding heart has never gone this far. Nor made you this mad at me,” the chuckle he lets out at the end of his sentence is bitter, but his eyes are still as sweet as ever.

Every statement Sylus makes feels like he’s ripping you open more and more. Like the claws of the fiend he was has made their way around the individual bones of your ribcage and is slowly but surely prying them open. It’s like he wants to expose your heart to the world.

Your brain is beginning to fog. Your mouth is beginning to dry. And the urge to run from here is getting heavier and heavier. Your feet are glued to the ground, and at the same time, they feel like they want to take flight.

When was the last time I felt this way? When I was still back home? At the jewelry store? Or maybe my old bar job?

“Well, most people I deal with are people of the N109 Zone. They’re far more secretive and, how do you and the twins put it, murderous than little Miss Hunter.”

You speak in hopes of cutting off your own horrible train of thought. It doesn’t work very well.

So you keep talking, “Speaking of Miss Hunter, I’m no closer to having an earthly idea of why she’s here. And whatever plans you have with her seem sloppy for your standards. I’d give them negative reviews. Maybe that’s why you didn’t share them with me?”

Another crack in your armor shows with your final teasing question. A crack that Sylus sees judging by how he takes his hands off your face and a step away from you.

“Than I’ll share my ideas with you to get some feedback for a better showing next time.”

You consider your words. Because this is your chance. Your chance to be in the know. The chance to know the truth. The chance to hear from Sylus’ own lips about why he brought this woman here.

But, you’ll also have to hear about their connection. Their past. And their future as soulmates.

You couldn’t hear that. You can barely think about it and see the proof with your own eyes everyday. Hearing it… well, that’s another story.

If he had offered this before their bond, you would’ve taken it. Jumped for joy, even. But you can’t now.

I can’t hear you say that you two are soulmates. I can’t hear you talk about your destined love and what that means for your future. I can’t.

Because hearing that means I can’t lie to myself any longer.

Hearing Sylus’ conformation means you take away that last layer of protection you have, that last bit of lies you tell yourself. Because you’ve know for years what the threads you see mean. You’ve confirmed it several times since you first saw them at age 7.

But, with Sylus, sometimes you cling to thought of being wrong. Of not seeing what you think you’re seeing. His words are all that it would take for that temporary peace to come crashing down.

Who in their right mind would do that to themselves?

“No. After all, I’m just a lowly actress in this show of ours. I’m no director.”

“Oh, you are no actress, Gamayun. If anything, you’re my director and writer. I’m merely here to finance whatever your heart desires to create. So, let us discuss our visions for Miss Hunter, and draw up a new episode this season.”

“I’d rather you consider this my resignation from that role into a new one. Because acting is starting to sound more appealing.”

Sylus pulls back. His face falls, and lets out a deep sigh that shakes you to your core.

“Than what do you want from me, Gamayun?” He pulls you close again, your head resting on his chest. “I’m so tired of fighting with you over something, some_one_, so trivial.”

Tired.

That one words carries so much weight. It seeps into your lonely soul.

It’s exactly how you feel. How all that’s happened recently has made you feel. How all the secrets and the soulmates and the unrequited love has made you feel.

You’ve been tired for years. For so long you no longer know what “rest” really feels like.

Tired of loving a world that would reject you in a second. Tired of holding it together. Tired of lying.

And maybe that’s why you did what you did. Maybe that’s why you hurt Sylus. Because you’re tired of always being the one to run.

People in your life drifted from you, yes. But it was always you that had to put the final nail in the coffin of your relationships.

So maybe that’s why you’re so tired. And maybe you wanted to make Sylus tired. Tired of you. So tired of you and your shit that he just turns his back on you permanently.

Tired.

“I’m tired too,” is all you can muster at the moment.

You pull back from Sylus. But not for long. As soon as you slip out of his embrace, you sit on his bed and pat the place beside you. He sits down immediately.

The way you two sit, facing each other and knocking knees together, reminds you of the position you and Miss Hunter sat in not too long ago. It warms you heart in an ironic and bitter way.

But you chase those thoughts away to focus. Focus on Sylus and focus on what you need to do right now. You take his hand, giving it light squeeze, before you look him directly in the eyes and begin speaking.

“I’m sorry,” it’s hard to get the words out, not out of pride, but out of pain. “For pulling away. For being so hostile earlier. For saying… no, threatening to leave you. And for not trusting you.”

For hurting you, and doing that so you’d chase me away. For making you believe I could just abandon you. For being jealous of you finding your destined love. For acting like a complete ass. For being hurt by some silly words.

I’m so sorry, my Morana.

“I’m sorry too.”

“For?” You press him, despite the discomfort on his face.

“For the lying. For what I said when you confronted me. For not telling you about my plans to bring Miss Hunter here. For not telling of my plans with—“

“You don’t need to apologize for that.”

The shock on Sylus’ face is evident. Even if he doesn’t completely show it.

“I’m not entitled to every little thing in your life. Just as you aren’t mine. We both need to learn to be okay with that.”

You pause before continuing, “And we both are entitled to space whenever we want and for however we want. Just as long as we communicate things.”

Sylus just nods. He squeezes your hand tighter. His eyes have his signature glimmer back. One so uniquely Sylus you don’t know how to describe it.

My selfishness dulled that glimmer.

As you and Sylus just talk for a bit, you think to yourself about your new plan.

I can’t just leave. And even with Miss Hunter as my replacement, I need a better idea for my departure. Somewhere away from the two of them, but with ties to my current life so that there’s no suspicion._  An idea hits you: Onychinus has many connections, many of which you forged yourself.

Kai did always want to recruit me. Maybe I’ll finally take her up on the offer?

Author's Note: Also, please go to the original blurb to ask to be added to the taglist (it's impossible for me to keep checking every part every time I update).

2nd Author's Note: Do you prefer long chapters or short chapters? This story will be pretty long regardless, i just want to see what people prefer.

3rd Author's Note: Ikigai, Fun Fact = I originally was going to make this a one shot (and then plot ran away after breaking my kneecaps) and one where Reader didn't realize they were dating the entire time (but I wanted Sylus to suffer more, so I just made them very touchy, but with a line in the sand).

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[blueivyy99]

it's been years since i opened ao3 (different fandom) and would you look at that 🫦

[blueivyy99]

Sylus? No ... Skye? (Part 2)

summary: you didn't know that your lovely sweetheart is the most wanted man in all of Linkon. you knew him as Skye. one year with him was bliss, then suddenly he ghosted you.

tags: fluff, angst, sylus as skye, non mc reader

taglist: @animegamerfox @lazypostfandomer @mentaltrouble2201 @sillyfreakfanparty @yunhogrippers @yuurisfavblog @codedove @babygirl-panda19 @eolivy @picnicinthegarden @junni-berry @wrimaira @mcdepressed290 @berryjuicyy @eugenekori @lighting-and-shadow @moonlight-inthe-sea @kiri-tuk @huuvu @ruyaya @silverianni @tinyweebsstuff @flameo-hotman12 @pines06 @poptrim @lazeriii @librarydame @ixloom819 @coolprincejelly @cupid-gene @rokuxx6 @dummiebunny @anixx1 @mimui3usoft @silver--47 @beesin03

note: i hope you like it! comments and reblogs are so welcome. luv ya!

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

You didn’t sleep well after that day. Your mind keeps thinking and thinking about what’s really going on and you cannot find any believable excuse he could come up with. It all boils down to one hypothesis: you’re his mistress. And that thought makes your skin crawl. You never dreamed of being one, and you didn’t expect Skye to be that kind of man.

He loves you, right? 

All the things he did for you was not just for show. You know it wasn’t you can see it in his eyes. Felt it through his actions. You know your Skye. You know he is genuine. He has to be because you don’t know what you would do if everything is just a lie. If everything you two had was not real. But every day, every hour, every second that he is not showing himself, slowly you feel that you are starting to believe all your thoughts and the only thing grounding you is the look in his crimson eyes whenever he says he loves you. 

That has to count for something. He loves me. I have to trust him. I have to. Just for a little bit longer. 

The sunlight seeps through your curtain when you decide you have to get up and do something productive. It’s your day off and it only means you don’t have anything to distract yourself from his absence. 

You cleaned your whole apartment. From the kitchen cabinets, to the bathroom, your room and the floors. Just everything you can do to pass the time. But there are moments where you pause and stare at the things in front of you that remind you of Skye. The skin care products that you ordered before he vanished are sitting in your bathroom untouched, some of his clothes in your closet, his toiletries and his favorite chips. A year of you being together and he managed to incorporate himself into your daily life.

“Your things are here and you aren’t,” you told yourself plopping on the couch eating his favorite chips with one goal in mind: to finish eating this in one sitting as if getting revenge on him. “Hmm, come to think of it, I haven't been in your place ever.”

Your brows furrowed and the look on your face says that you think it’s very absurd. “When I see your face you can be assured you will get a punch, i am telling you that!”

You wanted to yell and throw a fit, but before you could do any of that a knock on your door startled you. 

“Delivery!” a man’s voice called. 

Once you opened the door, a man carrying a bouquet of peonies greeted you. “Miss y/n?”

“Yes?”

“This is for you, please sign here and thank you.” Although bewildered, you signed the receipt and thanked the man before retreating to the couch. 

You know this is from him. No one knows your favorite flowers except him. At this point, you don’t know what to feel. Your heart is pounding because this is Skye’s way of telling you he is still alive and breathing and still remembers you, but at the same time you are also pissed because he has time to book a delivery for flowers but cannot come home to you even for a second. 

“I don’t want these flowers, I want you. I don’t care if you don’t buy me all these. I just want to see you,” a tear fell from your eyes. You wiped them away and examined the flowers hoping there is a letter on it or anything that can make you feel his presence more, but there is none. 

You were disappointed but not for long because there was a knock on your window. It was that weird looking crow again and just like yesterday, there is a letter attached to its beak. You sprinted to go near it and unlike yesterday where you carefully took the letter from its beak, this time you grabbed it by the neck and pulled it inside making sure you locked the windows so he won’t escape.

“I’m sorry but your owner is making my blood boil. I had to do this.”

“Caw! Caw! Caw!” it protested dropping the paper on the floor while desperately flapping its huh? … metal wings? You will brush it off for now, but you will definitely ask Skye about it when he finally decides to come back to you. You took the paper on the floor and read its contents.

I know you are crying, please don’t. I will come back soon. Please wait for me a little longer, darling. I love you. This heart is yours.  - Skye

Another set of fresh tears laced with frustration trickled down your cheeks. You grabbed a piece of paper and wote down:

If you don’t come home within 24hrs consider us done, Skye. I don't care what part of the world you are in right now. Come home or you won’t find me ever again.  - Y/N 

“Give this to your owner. Make sure he will receive this or else the next time you go here I will melt all your wings.” you said as you gave the crow the paper. You can almost swear you see fear in its eyes as it takes the paper from your fingers. Once you opened the window it flew away quickly as if understanding your threats.

You watch it disappear from a distance. A silent hope that he will take your threat seriously because within 24 hours and he’s still not here, you are ready to pack your bags and leave. Maybe even camping on N109 Zone just so he can’t reach you.

Hours passed, it’s evening and still no signs of Skye. A small part of you is getting nervous. What if he won’t come? What if it’s okay for him to just let you go? You were expecting him to come sprinting at your doorstep the moment that crow delivered your letter, but the sun had already set and you already fell asleep for a few hours and yet he still isn’t here with you. 

“Just where on earth are you? It’s almost midnight and you’re still not here? Do you really want to break up that bad?” you cried on the couch while waiting. This is getting so agonizing for you.

Clock struck three a.m. and he’s still nowhere near you. So you decided to slowly gather your things. 

He wouldn;t come home? Fine. Then might as well vanish as well. He isn’t the only one capable of erasing their presence from one place.

Another hour had passed, you didn’t really accomplished packing anything just a few of your clothes because folding them and putting them on a suitcase feels so heavy and a small part of you still believes he wil come back to you. 

4:30 a.m. came and you are sitting on the edge of your bed, your bed filled with your cluttered clothes that still didn’t go to your bags. You were spacing out when a frantic knock startled you. 

Your heart pounded.

Could it be?

Quickly, you went to the door and opened it.

“Sweetie,” 

And there he was. Your Skye. 

Your Skye who is standing in front of you, shirt torn with wounds grazing his skin. He looks so tired. His hair is disheveled and there’s blood dripping on his forehead.

“What happened to you!?” you screamed and pulled him inside carefully not to hurt his wounds. Frantically looking around before closing your doors. “Why are you bloodied?”

He kissed your forehead and said, “You know how to duck?”

“What?”

You didn’t register what’s happening when suddenly, he was pushing you on a corner making you duck under the table and bullets came raining down everywhere. 

“Close your eyes, sweetie. This will be over before you know it.”

You tried holding his hands not wanting to let go but he just squeezed yours and let go before all you can hear are gunshots. You covered your ears in fear and prayed Skye would be safe. 

A few minutes had passed and you lost count before it was over. You were trembling and shaking when a warm body covered you. 

“S-skye what is that? What’s happening?”

He looked at you, a bunch of emotions crossing his eyes. He just closed them and kissed your forehead. 

“The dark side of business, darling. You’re not supposed to see that, I am sorry. I was rushing here. I didn't quickly notice that they’re following me. I’m sorry, darling. I am so sorry.”

note: how was it?

[esmeswritingblog]

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[blueivyy99]

im always at a loss for words but thank you everyone 🙏🏻😭

[blueivyy99]

Sylus? No ... Skye? (Part 2)

summary: you didn't know that your lovely sweetheart is the most wanted man in all of Linkon. you knew him as Skye. one year with him was bliss, then suddenly he ghosted you.

tags: fluff, angst, sylus as skye, non mc reader

taglist: @animegamerfox @lazypostfandomer @mentaltrouble2201 @sillyfreakfanparty @yunhogrippers @yuurisfavblog @codedove @babygirl-panda19 @eolivy @picnicinthegarden @junni-berry @wrimaira @mcdepressed290 @berryjuicyy @eugenekori @lighting-and-shadow @moonlight-inthe-sea @kiri-tuk @huuvu @ruyaya @silverianni @tinyweebsstuff @flameo-hotman12 @pines06 @poptrim @lazeriii @librarydame @ixloom819 @coolprincejelly @cupid-gene @rokuxx6 @dummiebunny @anixx1 @mimui3usoft @silver--47 @beesin03

note: i hope you like it! comments and reblogs are so welcome. luv ya!

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

You didn’t sleep well after that day. Your mind keeps thinking and thinking about what’s really going on and you cannot find any believable excuse he could come up with. It all boils down to one hypothesis: you’re his mistress. And that thought makes your skin crawl. You never dreamed of being one, and you didn’t expect Skye to be that kind of man.

He loves you, right? 

All the things he did for you was not just for show. You know it wasn’t you can see it in his eyes. Felt it through his actions. You know your Skye. You know he is genuine. He has to be because you don’t know what you would do if everything is just a lie. If everything you two had was not real. But every day, every hour, every second that he is not showing himself, slowly you feel that you are starting to believe all your thoughts and the only thing grounding you is the look in his crimson eyes whenever he says he loves you. 

That has to count for something. He loves me. I have to trust him. I have to. Just for a little bit longer. 

The sunlight seeps through your curtain when you decide you have to get up and do something productive. It’s your day off and it only means you don’t have anything to distract yourself from his absence. 

You cleaned your whole apartment. From the kitchen cabinets, to the bathroom, your room and the floors. Just everything you can do to pass the time. But there are moments where you pause and stare at the things in front of you that remind you of Skye. The skin care products that you ordered before he vanished are sitting in your bathroom untouched, some of his clothes in your closet, his toiletries and his favorite chips. A year of you being together and he managed to incorporate himself into your daily life.

“Your things are here and you aren’t,” you told yourself plopping on the couch eating his favorite chips with one goal in mind: to finish eating this in one sitting as if getting revenge on him. “Hmm, come to think of it, I haven't been in your place ever.”

Your brows furrowed and the look on your face says that you think it’s very absurd. “When I see your face you can be assured you will get a punch, i am telling you that!”

You wanted to yell and throw a fit, but before you could do any of that a knock on your door startled you. 

“Delivery!” a man’s voice called. 

Once you opened the door, a man carrying a bouquet of peonies greeted you. “Miss y/n?”

“Yes?”

“This is for you, please sign here and thank you.” Although bewildered, you signed the receipt and thanked the man before retreating to the couch. 

You know this is from him. No one knows your favorite flowers except him. At this point, you don’t know what to feel. Your heart is pounding because this is Skye’s way of telling you he is still alive and breathing and still remembers you, but at the same time you are also pissed because he has time to book a delivery for flowers but cannot come home to you even for a second. 

“I don’t want these flowers, I want you. I don’t care if you don’t buy me all these. I just want to see you,” a tear fell from your eyes. You wiped them away and examined the flowers hoping there is a letter on it or anything that can make you feel his presence more, but there is none. 

You were disappointed but not for long because there was a knock on your window. It was that weird looking crow again and just like yesterday, there is a letter attached to its beak. You sprinted to go near it and unlike yesterday where you carefully took the letter from its beak, this time you grabbed it by the neck and pulled it inside making sure you locked the windows so he won’t escape.

“I’m sorry but your owner is making my blood boil. I had to do this.”

“Caw! Caw! Caw!” it protested dropping the paper on the floor while desperately flapping its huh? … metal wings? You will brush it off for now, but you will definitely ask Skye about it when he finally decides to come back to you. You took the paper on the floor and read its contents.

I know you are crying, please don’t. I will come back soon. Please wait for me a little longer, darling. I love you. This heart is yours.  - Skye

Another set of fresh tears laced with frustration trickled down your cheeks. You grabbed a piece of paper and wote down:

If you don’t come home within 24hrs consider us done, Skye. I don't care what part of the world you are in right now. Come home or you won’t find me ever again.  - Y/N 

“Give this to your owner. Make sure he will receive this or else the next time you go here I will melt all your wings.” you said as you gave the crow the paper. You can almost swear you see fear in its eyes as it takes the paper from your fingers. Once you opened the window it flew away quickly as if understanding your threats.

You watch it disappear from a distance. A silent hope that he will take your threat seriously because within 24 hours and he’s still not here, you are ready to pack your bags and leave. Maybe even camping on N109 Zone just so he can’t reach you.

Hours passed, it’s evening and still no signs of Skye. A small part of you is getting nervous. What if he won’t come? What if it’s okay for him to just let you go? You were expecting him to come sprinting at your doorstep the moment that crow delivered your letter, but the sun had already set and you already fell asleep for a few hours and yet he still isn’t here with you. 

“Just where on earth are you? It’s almost midnight and you’re still not here? Do you really want to break up that bad?” you cried on the couch while waiting. This is getting so agonizing for you.

Clock struck three a.m. and he’s still nowhere near you. So you decided to slowly gather your things. 

He wouldn;t come home? Fine. Then might as well vanish as well. He isn’t the only one capable of erasing their presence from one place.

Another hour had passed, you didn’t really accomplished packing anything just a few of your clothes because folding them and putting them on a suitcase feels so heavy and a small part of you still believes he wil come back to you. 

4:30 a.m. came and you are sitting on the edge of your bed, your bed filled with your cluttered clothes that still didn’t go to your bags. You were spacing out when a frantic knock startled you. 

Your heart pounded.

Could it be?

Quickly, you went to the door and opened it.

“Sweetie,” 

And there he was. Your Skye. 

Your Skye who is standing in front of you, shirt torn with wounds grazing his skin. He looks so tired. His hair is disheveled and there’s blood dripping on his forehead.

“What happened to you!?” you screamed and pulled him inside carefully not to hurt his wounds. Frantically looking around before closing your doors. “Why are you bloodied?”

He kissed your forehead and said, “You know how to duck?”

“What?”

You didn’t register what’s happening when suddenly, he was pushing you on a corner making you duck under the table and bullets came raining down everywhere. 

“Close your eyes, sweetie. This will be over before you know it.”

You tried holding his hands not wanting to let go but he just squeezed yours and let go before all you can hear are gunshots. You covered your ears in fear and prayed Skye would be safe. 

A few minutes had passed and you lost count before it was over. You were trembling and shaking when a warm body covered you. 

“S-skye what is that? What’s happening?”

He looked at you, a bunch of emotions crossing his eyes. He just closed them and kissed your forehead. 

“The dark side of business, darling. You’re not supposed to see that, I am sorry. I was rushing here. I didn't quickly notice that they’re following me. I’m sorry, darling. I am so sorry.”

note: how was it?

[blueivyy99]

Sylus? No ... Skye? (Part 2)

summary: you didn't know that your lovely sweetheart is the most wanted man in all of Linkon. you knew him as Skye. one year with him was bliss, then suddenly he ghosted you.

tags: fluff, angst, sylus as skye, non mc reader

taglist: @animegamerfox @lazypostfandomer @mentaltrouble2201 @sillyfreakfanparty @yunhogrippers @yuurisfavblog @codedove @babygirl-panda19 @eolivy @picnicinthegarden @junni-berry @wrimaira @mcdepressed290 @berryjuicyy @eugenekori @lighting-and-shadow @moonlight-inthe-sea @kiri-tuk @huuvu @ruyaya @silverianni @tinyweebsstuff @flameo-hotman12 @pines06 @poptrim @lazeriii @librarydame @ixloom819 @coolprincejelly @cupid-gene @rokuxx6 @dummiebunny @anixx1 @mimui3usoft @silver--47 @beesin03

note: i hope you like it! comments and reblogs are so welcome. luv ya!

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

You didn’t sleep well after that day. Your mind keeps thinking and thinking about what’s really going on and you cannot find any believable excuse he could come up with. It all boils down to one hypothesis: you’re his mistress. And that thought makes your skin crawl. You never dreamed of being one, and you didn’t expect Skye to be that kind of man.

He loves you, right? 

All the things he did for you was not just for show. You know it wasn’t you can see it in his eyes. Felt it through his actions. You know your Skye. You know he is genuine. He has to be because you don’t know what you would do if everything is just a lie. If everything you two had was not real. But every day, every hour, every second that he is not showing himself, slowly you feel that you are starting to believe all your thoughts and the only thing grounding you is the look in his crimson eyes whenever he says he loves you. 

That has to count for something. He loves me. I have to trust him. I have to. Just for a little bit longer. 

The sunlight seeps through your curtain when you decide you have to get up and do something productive. It’s your day off and it only means you don’t have anything to distract yourself from his absence. 

You cleaned your whole apartment. From the kitchen cabinets, to the bathroom, your room and the floors. Just everything you can do to pass the time. But there are moments where you pause and stare at the things in front of you that remind you of Skye. The skin care products that you ordered before he vanished are sitting in your bathroom untouched, some of his clothes in your closet, his toiletries and his favorite chips. A year of you being together and he managed to incorporate himself into your daily life.

“Your things are here and you aren’t,” you told yourself plopping on the couch eating his favorite chips with one goal in mind: to finish eating this in one sitting as if getting revenge on him. “Hmm, come to think of it, I haven't been in your place ever.”

Your brows furrowed and the look on your face says that you think it’s very absurd. “When I see your face you can be assured you will get a punch, i am telling you that!”

You wanted to yell and throw a fit, but before you could do any of that a knock on your door startled you. 

“Delivery!” a man’s voice called. 

Once you opened the door, a man carrying a bouquet of peonies greeted you. “Miss y/n?”

“Yes?”

“This is for you, please sign here and thank you.” Although bewildered, you signed the receipt and thanked the man before retreating to the couch. 

You know this is from him. No one knows your favorite flowers except him. At this point, you don’t know what to feel. Your heart is pounding because this is Skye’s way of telling you he is still alive and breathing and still remembers you, but at the same time you are also pissed because he has time to book a delivery for flowers but cannot come home to you even for a second. 

“I don’t want these flowers, I want you. I don’t care if you don’t buy me all these. I just want to see you,” a tear fell from your eyes. You wiped them away and examined the flowers hoping there is a letter on it or anything that can make you feel his presence more, but there is none. 

You were disappointed but not for long because there was a knock on your window. It was that weird looking crow again and just like yesterday, there is a letter attached to its beak. You sprinted to go near it and unlike yesterday where you carefully took the letter from its beak, this time you grabbed it by the neck and pulled it inside making sure you locked the windows so he won’t escape.

“I’m sorry but your owner is making my blood boil. I had to do this.”

“Caw! Caw! Caw!” it protested dropping the paper on the floor while desperately flapping its huh? … metal wings? You will brush it off for now, but you will definitely ask Skye about it when he finally decides to come back to you. You took the paper on the floor and read its contents.

I know you are crying, please don’t. I will come back soon. Please wait for me a little longer, darling. I love you. This heart is yours.  - Skye

Another set of fresh tears laced with frustration trickled down your cheeks. You grabbed a piece of paper and wote down:

If you don’t come home within 24hrs consider us done, Skye. I don't care what part of the world you are in right now. Come home or you won’t find me ever again.  - Y/N 

“Give this to your owner. Make sure he will receive this or else the next time you go here I will melt all your wings.” you said as you gave the crow the paper. You can almost swear you see fear in its eyes as it takes the paper from your fingers. Once you opened the window it flew away quickly as if understanding your threats.

You watch it disappear from a distance. A silent hope that he will take your threat seriously because within 24 hours and he’s still not here, you are ready to pack your bags and leave. Maybe even camping on N109 Zone just so he can’t reach you.

Hours passed, it’s evening and still no signs of Skye. A small part of you is getting nervous. What if he won’t come? What if it’s okay for him to just let you go? You were expecting him to come sprinting at your doorstep the moment that crow delivered your letter, but the sun had already set and you already fell asleep for a few hours and yet he still isn’t here with you. 

“Just where on earth are you? It’s almost midnight and you’re still not here? Do you really want to break up that bad?” you cried on the couch while waiting. This is getting so agonizing for you.

Clock struck three a.m. and he’s still nowhere near you. So you decided to slowly gather your things. 

He wouldn;t come home? Fine. Then might as well vanish as well. He isn’t the only one capable of erasing their presence from one place.

Another hour had passed, you didn’t really accomplished packing anything just a few of your clothes because folding them and putting them on a suitcase feels so heavy and a small part of you still believes he wil come back to you. 

4:30 a.m. came and you are sitting on the edge of your bed, your bed filled with your cluttered clothes that still didn’t go to your bags. You were spacing out when a frantic knock startled you. 

Your heart pounded.

Could it be?

Quickly, you went to the door and opened it.

“Sweetie,” 

And there he was. Your Skye. 

Your Skye who is standing in front of you, shirt torn with wounds grazing his skin. He looks so tired. His hair is disheveled and there’s blood dripping on his forehead.

“What happened to you!?” you screamed and pulled him inside carefully not to hurt his wounds. Frantically looking around before closing your doors. “Why are you bloodied?”

He kissed your forehead and said, “You know how to duck?”

“What?”

You didn’t register what’s happening when suddenly, he was pushing you on a corner making you duck under the table and bullets came raining down everywhere. 

“Close your eyes, sweetie. This will be over before you know it.”

You tried holding his hands not wanting to let go but he just squeezed yours and let go before all you can hear are gunshots. You covered your ears in fear and prayed Skye would be safe. 

A few minutes had passed and you lost count before it was over. You were trembling and shaking when a warm body covered you. 

“S-skye what is that? What’s happening?”

He looked at you, a bunch of emotions crossing his eyes. He just closed them and kissed your forehead. 

“The dark side of business, darling. You’re not supposed to see that, I am sorry. I was rushing here. I didn't quickly notice that they’re following me. I’m sorry, darling. I am so sorry.”

note: how was it?

[blueivyy99]

Sylus? No ... Skye? (Ongoing)

Sylus x Non-MC

summary: you didn't know that your lovely sweetheart is the most wanted man in all of Linkon. you knew him as Skye. one year with him was bliss, then suddenly he ghosted you.

tags: fluff, angst, sylus as skye, non mc reader, might be nsfw, mdni!!

Series Masterlist

Part 1

Part 1.5

Part 2

Main Masterlist

[blueivyy99]

Sylus? No ... Skye? (Part 1.5)

Sylux x NonMC

tags: slight angst, sylus as skye, non mc reader, sky is missing, reader is worried, just a filler showing her thoughts about this whole missing thing, SHORT CHAPTER. Very Short. You have been warned

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You were seething. Seething.

No texts, no calls. Nothing! Skye just vanished like he didn’t even exist. You tried going to every fruit stall he owned and even asked the staff if they saw him but no one answered. No one even seems to know him. 

You tried calling his number but you always get voicemails and you had no way of tracking him down and it has been two weeks. The most time he was gone in the past was only one week and that’s because of a business trip he had advised you beforehand. 

Skye, if I ever get a hold of you again, I will strangle you to death! 

You don’t want to think that he has ghosted you. No, your Skye wouldn’t do that. He is an honest man. Someone that rarely even lies so you were so sure that if he ever comes to the retaliation that he doesn’t love you anymore or doesn’t wanna see your face every again, he can tell you that straight to your face.

So for him to just disappear in thin air is worrying you. This is not normal. 

Two weeks and a lot can happen and you don’t want to think of the worst. 

So you plan to go to the authorities in Linkon.

You were getting ready while printing missing posters with his face on it when an odd looking crow kept hitting on your window. You looked at it and it had something on its beak. 

A piece of paper.

“Hey buddy, what are you doing here?” you said as you opened the window. “Are you trying to give this to me?”

“Caw!” you giggled when it answered. 

“I see, I see. If you got the wrong address, it’s not my fault.” you took the paper in its beak and it flew away quickly. Curious, you opened it and your hands shook. 

Sweetie, I’ll be back. Something happened with the deliveries. Phone got crushed. I’m sorry, I love you! Skye

You looked at the letter in disbelief. This is his handwriting, alright but somehow it pisses you off even more, then slowly hot tears streamed down your face. You’re feeling a lot of things. You’re relieved he is alive, he is well and has somehow reached out to you but at the same time, this is all so ridiculous. You love him so much and it makes you worry when he does things like this. You’re not stupid, you know there is something going on that he is not telling you, but a year of being with him and this occurs almost every month it’s getting tiring.

Loving him is easy but with these things going on, your trust is slowly chipping. 

Once a month he will always be away, he will go no contact, no text, no calls and he will be back with a bouquet of peonies. Not tell you what happened, only saying things like inventory, delivery problems or business trips. You didn’t push him any further especially when he is so eager to change the topic. You trust him and you believe that he is saying the truth but times like this makes it even harder to trust him. 

Then a thought came.

What if he’s married? 

Like, it makes sense. What if he has a child and a wife overseas? He is rich, of course he can live a double life. Is that why he is always away? Is that why he’s so mysterious? 

Am I his mistress? 

You paced in your room looking at the missing posters you printed earlier, this seems useless now because of that letter and the thought that he is married is worming in your brain. You walked up to it with heavy strides and threw it away in the trash wiping your tears as you did so. 

You know maybe you’re overthinking this, but as long as he won’t tell you the truth and talk to you, your mind wouldn’t be at ease.

note: i will update again within 24rhs. i have time to spareee tho it won't be as long as usual, but we'll get there

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Sylus? No ... Skye? (Part 1.5)

Sylux x NonMC

summary: you didn't know that your lovely sweetheart is the most wanted man in all of Linkon. you knew him as Skye. one year with him was bliss, then suddenly he ghosted you.

tags: slight angst, sylus as skye, non mc reader, sky is missing, reader is worried, just a filler showing her thoughts about this whole missing thing, SHORT CHAPTER. Very Short. You have been warned

taglist: @animegamerfox @lazypostfandomer @mentaltrouble2201 @sillyfreakfanparty @yunhogrippers @yuurisfavblog @codedove @babygirl-panda19 @eolivy @picnicinthegarden @junni-berry @wrimaira @mcdepressed290 @berryjuicyy @eugenekori @lighting-and-shadow @moonlight-inthe-sea @kiri-tuk @huuvu @ruyaya @silverianni @tinyweebsstuff @flameo-hotman12 @pines06 @poptrim @lazeriii @librarydame @ixloom819 @coolprincejelly @cupid-gene @rokuxx6 @dummiebunny @anixx1 @mimui3usoft @silver--47 @beesin03

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You were seething. Seething.

No texts, no calls. Nothing! Skye just vanished like he didn’t even exist. You tried going to every fruit stall he owned and even asked the staff if they saw him but no one answered. No one even seems to know him. 

You tried calling his number but you always get voicemails and you had no way of tracking him down and it has been two weeks. The most time he was gone in the past was only one week and that’s because of a business trip he had advised you beforehand. 

Skye, if I ever get a hold of you again, I will strangle you to death! 

You don’t want to think that he has ghosted you. No, your Skye wouldn’t do that. He is an honest man. Someone that rarely even lies so you were so sure that if he ever comes to the retaliation that he doesn’t love you anymore or doesn’t wanna see your face every again, he can tell you that straight to your face.

So for him to just disappear in thin air is worrying you. This is not normal. 

Two weeks and a lot can happen and you don’t want to think of the worst. 

So you plan to go to the authorities in Linkon.

You were getting ready while printing missing posters with his face on it when an odd looking crow kept hitting on your window. You looked at it and it had something on its beak. 

A piece of paper.

“Hey buddy, what are you doing here?” you said as you opened the window. “Are you trying to give this to me?”

“Caw!” you giggled when it answered. 

“I see, I see. If you got the wrong address, it’s not my fault.” you took the paper in its beak and it flew away quickly. Curious, you opened it and your hands shook. 

Sweetie, I’ll be back. Something happened with the deliveries. Phone got crushed. I’m sorry, I love you! Skye

You looked at the letter in disbelief. This is his handwriting, alright but somehow it pisses you off even more, then slowly hot tears streamed down your face. You’re feeling a lot of things. You’re relieved he is alive, he is well and has somehow reached out to you but at the same time, this is all so ridiculous. You love him so much and it makes you worry when he does things like this. You’re not stupid, you know there is something going on that he is not telling you, but a year of being with him and this occurs almost every month it’s getting tiring.

Loving him is easy but with these things going on, your trust is slowly chipping. 

Once a month he will always be away, he will go no contact, no text, no calls and he will be back with a bouquet of peonies. Not tell you what happened, only saying things like inventory, delivery problems or business trips. You didn’t push him any further especially when he is so eager to change the topic. You trust him and you believe that he is saying the truth but times like this makes it even harder to trust him. 

Then a thought came.

What if he’s married? 

Like, it makes sense. What if he has a child and a wife overseas? He is rich, of course he can live a double life. Is that why he is always away? Is that why he’s so mysterious? 

Am I his mistress? 

You paced in your room looking at the missing posters you printed earlier, this seems useless now because of that letter and the thought that he is married is worming in your brain. You walked up to it with heavy strides and threw it away in the trash wiping your tears as you did so. 

You know maybe you’re overthinking this, but as long as he won’t tell you the truth and talk to you, your mind wouldn’t be at ease.

note: i will update again within 24rhs. i have time to spareee tho it won't be as long as usual, but we'll get there