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[drgn-sky]

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[zaynezone]

"Zayne? I have a...proposition for you."

He stops writing on your chart at the words. Zayne knows you well enough to know that this conversation isn't for Dr. Zayne, so he sets aside the clipboard and gives you his full attention.

"See...the Association offers an all-included week long vacation for all it's employees and their p-partners." You shoot him a pointed look, to which he nods. His eyes dart back to his papers, scanning them.

"I see. And because of your condition, you need a note from me. I'd be happy to provide one for you. I...didn't know you were seeing anyone."

"W-well that's the thing. I'm not. But I'm sure you might...have some spare vacation days."

A long moment goes by. Long enough that your throat goes dry and your heart starts to hammer in your chest. Oh god, this was a stupid idea. Maybe if you pray hard enough, a wanderer will spawn and kill you now, just to free you from the awkwardness.

"Are you suggesting we go together? Isn't being romantically involved a prerequisite?" His fingers interlock, resting on the desk as he stares at you. But he hasn't said no yet, so you press on.

"We could just pretend! It's not like we have to do anything. And I figured you might enjoy some time off! You work more than I do." You smile in what you hope to be a collected manner, but probably comes off more insane.

"I'll check my schedule. Is that all?"

You try not to openly deflate. Of course he wouldn't want to come. Why would he want to spend a week pretending to be your boyfriend for a vacation he could take whenever he wanted?

You're still moping later that evening, scrolling absentmindedly on your phone to take your mind off your humiliation when it buzzes with a text.

Zayne: I have a week's worth of vacation to take at any time. When do we leave?

Well, it's too late to turn back now.

series masterlist // part 1 coming soon!!

[maffi-maffi]

"I wore his ring, but she held his soul."

POV: You are the non-MC wife. You thought the marriage would save you, but the moment you crossed his precious MC, you became nothing more than a target. He didn't even hesitate.

God, the angst of being the disposable villain in someone else's love story is unmatched 💔

Credit: osk_purinnumee

[mwphisto]

Sylus had made it quite obvious that you two were friends… just friends.

Clearly the flirtation was platonic, the late night calls with husky whispers and soft laughs were casual. Oh, and the gifts? Of course the custom made jewelry was a besties thing. Him buying you your dream motorcycle? Friendly!

You and Sylus were friends. Best friends, even!

He had drilled that into your head more times than you could count. At auctions he was always thanked for his donations, donations he signed with “Mr. Sylus and his friend” as the host would read aloud.

Or perhaps the museum? When he donated a wanderer crystal and signed that off as “Mr. Sylus and his friend” yet again. Oh, and don’t forget the time he introduced himself as “Skye” to your colleagues, proclaiming you two were besties.

Besties. Nothing more, nothing less.

You were fine with that, honestly. You only stared at yourself late at night for maybe a month or two. Post auction, post meet up, wondering why he couldn’t see you as anything more. Maybe you just weren’t his type.

Five months in to being the leader of Onychinus’ “friend” you buried your feelings and tried to put yourself out there.

It wasn’t long before you scored a date, feeling like an excited high schooler who just got asked out by her hallway crush. He was handsome, funny, easy to talk to.

Your date was set for the coming weekend, but you had a pre-planned visit to the N109 Zone the day before.

Maybe now you’d be able to look at Sylus with a little less heartache. Y’know… since friends aren’t supposed to feel that way about each other…

“You look happy, kitten.” Sylus’ stopped chopping, eyes lingering on your blissful smile as you entered the kitchen. Luke and Kieran chirped their hellos while you placed your jacket on the back of one of the chairs.

“I am! It’s finally the weekend and I have some pretty exciting plans.” You plop yourself down, the chatter of the twins behind you creating a comforting atmosphere as Sylus began chopping vegetables again.

“Exciting plans? Do indulge.” He was humming softly as he worked, crimson eyes focused. “Well, you’re not gonna believe it, Sy. But I’m going on a date tomorrow! He’s this really nice guy I met after one of my—“ but you trail off when his head snaps up and the twins go silent.

“…a date?” You’d never seen Sylus look so pale.

“With a man?” Luke adds, as if it’s completely impossible. And as much as you want to whirl around and berate him for the implications, you can’t stop staring at Sylus.

“Yeah… a date…” your words come out slow, hesitant. As if you’re missing something massive and are waiting for him to speak up. Though, maybe you’re just being ridiculous. Maybe you’re just hanging on to a shred of hope because you swear his gaze is saying “what about me?”

“Is that alright with you, bestie?” Maybe you’re a little bitter, but you can’t help but throw that little dig in.

It takes Sylus a long moment to speak, his eyes staring as if he can see through to your very soul. His knife still frozen mid-chop. And, somewhere along the way, the twins found off handed excuses to exit the premises.

“No, actually. It’s not.”

You can’t hold back your laugh, more disbelieving than humorous. “What do you mean?” Again, he's silent, as if physically churning the words in his mind and pushing them to the front.

"Don't tell me you're going to be the type of friend that has to approve of who I date. Don't you think that's a little much?"

Now? He looked like he was about to be sick.

"Kitten, you must be joking." His recovery wasn't as smooth as usual, and, all jokes aside, you were starting to realize this horror-struck reaction of his was actually dead serious.

"Sylus... why would I be joking?" He looks like he's struggling to swallow, licking his lips to wet them before he choked on his own inability to speak. "Have I been imagining our connection?" it's pointed, a little hurt, a little offended. And suddenly, you're the one look at him like you're about to be physically ill all over the counter.

"I.. you... Sylus. You have been calling me your friend, your bestie, for months at this point. Your friend." A beat of silence passes, then two, then three before you manage "I finally decided to move on because I was pretty damn certain you didn't see me as anything but."

Moved on.

The knife clatters on the cutting board, the look on his face has your heart aching in a way you've never felt before. He looked like a kicked puppy, vulnerable and unsure of what he did to deserve this. Though, seeing it from your perspective, he sort of understood...

"You... you've moved on from me?" it sounds as if he had to chew on glass to get those words out, as if they physically pained him.

"No." It spills out before you can stop it. "I was trying to, I've been trying to. I was hoping this date would be the push I needed to finally take that step but..." You wanted to cry and scream, hit him too.

"...I can't move on from something that hasn't even had the chance to really start and... fuck, Sylus. I really thought you didn't feel the same." He had only used that stupid label to make you feel comfortable, he foolishly hadn't realized it had been driving you away. Even worse, making you believe he didn't desire you.

"Don't go on that date, please." A hint of desperation swirls through his tone, because he still finds himself choking up when it comes to saying how he feels. But, it's a step in the right direction.

"Why not?" You circle back, because you've waited to damn long to hear these words. You're not willing to let him back out now.

"Because I adore you, Kitten. And I'm so sorry for making it seem like it was anything less than pure love." Love? Oh. Oh.

A brain warmup before I dive back into the bane of my existence: The rest of my Kinktober prompts… This was a silly brain worm and genuinely a warm up so I apologize if there are errors or weird jumps.

[leenkeyluc]

tippy toes

in which you accidentally broke sylus’ vase, and you’re panicking.

cw: implied female non-mc reader, nicknamed dove, sprinkled with my favorite ingredient hurt/comfort, and self-indulgent | wc. 1.2K

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The sound of broken glass was loud inside the quiet mansion. Your eyes widened in shock. That vase must've cost a fortune, and it's filled with Emcee's flowers gifted for Sylus…

Oh, no. 

No, no, no. You’re going to be done for. The last time someone offended Miss Hunter, they got their karma. You can’t put your job on the line for this.

You shivered, panicking internally. What to do, what to do…

In the midst of your inner screaming, you failed to notice the series of caws going away, Mephisto had watched. Great, the sound of the crash must’ve echoed down the hall—you hoped Mephisto was sent to watch over Emcee, but he just had to be spying on you.

You crouched down, wincing when something stings on your feet. 

Ah, some of the shards prickled your feet. Tiny scratches emit blood from it—but you needed to save the flowers, you knew how much Emcee's gifts are worth to Sylus. It would probably cost your whole life.

"Stop.”

It took one single word and tone to make you flinch. The command boomed down the hallway, black mists reached too late when you had touched a shard, gripped hard when you got startled. You stiffened, avoiding looking at him. 

Heart hammering, cold sweat dampens your back. There was no way to hide this mess, huh?

Crunch of glass underneath their boots. You were only wearing slippers.

Luke and Kieran came in tow, navigating around you to clean up the mess while Sylus lifted you in his arms. He frowned at the blood on your feet, tiny glass shards still prickling in.

"Why are you hiding your face?" he asked, with a slight frown. Staring down at you while he made his way to his bedroom, were you that scared of him? 

"I haven't even bitten you,” he murmured, arms tightening around you.

"I'm sorry I broke your vase that has Emcee's flowers in it." You blurted out immediately, feeling sick in your stomach. "Please don't cast me out—or kill me, you can take my paycheck for the vase."

Sylus hasn't heard something so absurd in his life. He scoffs in disbelief. Whatever you were even talking about?

He set you down on the bathroom counter, then grabbed some medical supplies. The silence he's giving off now is scaring you much more. Your palms were clammy by now, gripping your own shirt.

He had gently taken your hand, the one that pricked the shard. He tsk-ed at the blood staining your shirt, he should’ve tended to your hand immediately.

"You could tell me why you didn't immediately ask for help and explain why you touched the shards yourself instead." He hummed, kneeling to peel off the shards from your feet with tweezers.

"I was trying to save the flowers... I know how much you value her gifts," you muttered, holding your hands together to hold off the pain. One shard had pricked too deeply, you cried in pain.

A soothing rub of comfort was on your knee, while his black mist assisted his other hand.

"To the point I would sacrifice you to go through broken glass?” He raised a brow, sighing. Before you could splutter a response, he sighed.

“No, dove,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I must change your mind if you think I would sacrifice you."

Not his worker, not his assistant, but you. Specifically, you.

He gestured for you to turn your feet toward the sink, gently washing the blood off before disinfecting them.

"But it's from her..."

"Do you think I choose her more than you?"

"I-Isn't that obvious? Her, of course."

His movements stop at your words. His eyes glanced at your teary ones, in pain from the alcohol he was dabbing on—or was it from fear? 

Wrapping it with some bandages, he made sure it was secure while he checked for any more injuries.

"You once had Luke and Kieran chase the man for the brooch that was meant for her." His head snapped up, inhaling deeply. Right, you were there when he went to grab it at an auction. He barked the orders as soon as the brooch was snatched from the auction listings.

"And the dress was the wrong size, you got mad." You timidly reasoned, fingers fiddling with each other. “I immediately sent it back for a new size—you should check it when you can, it arrived today.”

Sylus furrowed his brows. Did he come off as mad? Surely he only said it was the wrong size, but you handled the problem perfectly as always—he didn’t mean to reprimand you. It was to remind himself to double-check the size.

“Also, the necklace that wasn’t ready before her birthday…”

"It seems you're misunderstanding things, dove." He cuts you off, unable to hear anymore. He felt like a fool for not knowing how you felt all this time.

You frowned, holding onto him when he lifted you. Shifting uncomfortably, you remind yourself he was only being considerate of your injured feet—would he lift you on normal occasions?

You expected him to move you back to your room, which was just across his, only to place you on his bed. Eyes widened, you squirmed, panicking. "W-Wait, what are you doing—"

"Stay still." He grunts, fixing the pillows behind you for you to sit comfortably. "Tell me if you need anything, or ask Luke or Kieran."

"And we're going to talk. Right here, right now," he said, pulling a chair to sit by the bed.

You gulped, intimidated. Was he going to fire you after this? Will this be your end? 

Your waterworks were already streaming, which surprised him. Yet he only chuckled, wiping them away now. His hand lingered, cradling your face, just like he always does whenever he sees you asleep.

“Whatever you’re thinking is not true,” he murmured, grazing your cheek with his thumb. He felt like a fool for letting you think otherwise.

"Everything you just mentioned was all for you."

You choked on your own saliva. Sylus already had a glass of water in his hand and handed it to you. "Your paycheck wouldn't be able to afford the vase, it'll be three years' worth of your paycheck."

"I'm so sorry..." you meekly said, holding the glass of water like a wrongdoer. You hadn’t processed the words he said.

Everything was for you.

It took you a while to boot before gasping. “What do you mean it was for me?”

“I always had wanted to reward you with something for your hard work… an outfit with matching accessories, a dinner for you with me.” He had planned it. A surprise, he didn’t expect you would think it was for Miss Hunter.

The look on your face was amusing. He laughed at your disbelief expression. He decided to add the attack. "Yes, it's you whom I value more if you haven't got the hint."

Sylus laughed, glad to see your tears stop. "And your apology will be accepted if you agree to go with me to make a new vase and tell me your favorite flowers."

"Make? My favorites?"

"Yes, make. I will put your flowers in it."

"...I swear you're playing too hard, boss." You squint, looking at him. Fingers fiddled, you frowned.

“You… You’re not joking, right?”

“When have I joked about my intentions with you, dove?”

“Right…” you muttered. It wasn’t like he ever played around. 

The hand on your cheek was warm, his thumb kept rubbing comfortably—gosh, you would have your face in his hands at any time. 

“Dinner this weekend night?” he murmured, casually throwing in the invite. He raised a brow at the lack of answer, laughing when he realized you were in daze.

He thinks it’s a yes from your dopey smile.

in which i try to make less than 1k words for sylus but fail. the whole point of this is i just want someone to speak softly to me

ᯓ★ ©2026 leenkeyluc — only on tumblr! thanks for reading!

[zaynezone]

"I'm in love with you."

You're dripping water on the carpet of Zayne's office. He pauses by the coffee machine, where he'd been making you a cup of tea to fight off the almost definite cold you caught when you'd run over to Akso hospital in the pouring rain.

"What?" He's never looked quite so shocked, eyes wide with surprise as if the idea was so inconceivable. Funny, you thought it was obvious.

"I was going to wait to tell you. I-I figured maybe going on a date first would be better but then I was at work and I thought about it and I just couldn't believe that I was going to go even a second longer without ever telling you how hopelessly in love I am with you because-"

He's in front of you before you realize, his cool hands cupping your face. But before you can even process it, he's kissing you.

You've probably dreamed about kissing Zayne a hundred times. Still, nothing even comes close to the real thing.

It's hard to pull away, but when your lungs start to burn, you break contact just enough to take in some air. Neither of you move, lips still just a few centimeters apart.

"I thought that you..."

"I haven't shown it well, I know. I didn't want to burden you. In case you didn't feel the same." He murmurs, thumb brushing your cheek as if he can't quite believe it either.

"Say it?" You don't have to explain, or beg. Zayne hums, and after stealing another soft kiss, says the words you've waited years to hear.

"I love you too."

[lettersfromlads]

FROM: RAFAYEL

TO: CUTIE

I am putting in a official request for your presence. Going into effect… Immediately.

No, this is not optional. No, you cannot finish that one thing first.

I am facing a situation of great artistic importance and, tragically, I cannot resolve it alone.

Thomas has been hovering. Entirely immune to my attempts at subtle dismissal. He insists I should be focusing, meeting deadlines, and… this is my personal favorite… not getting distracted.

…You see the problem, riiight?

I need a distraction. A very specific (and cute) one. You.

Before you say anything, yeah, I know you’ve been busy.

Work has been demanding. You’ve been pushing yourself harder than you should.

I can hear it in your voice… even when you try to pretend everything is fine. Which is exactly why this is now an official request.

No, an assignment. Important Miss Bodyguard Work.

Your duties are as follows:

Sit somewhere within my line of sight.

Keep me company while I paint.

Ensure Thomas does not successfully drag me into anything tedious.

Occasionally remind me to take breaks… even though I’ll ignore you the first time.

And, most importantly, kiss me every fifteen minutes. Yeah, fifteen.

You won’t have to do thaaat much. Just exist near me. Talk, if you feel like it. Or don’t. You can scroll through your phone, rest your head somewhere comfortable, fall quiet… I don’t mind.

There’s something about having you here. It changes the air. Softens it. Makes everything feel… less heavy.

I’ll pretend it’s because you’re helping my process. It sounds more professional that way.

But between us, I just don’t like the thought of you dealing with everything alone. Not when I can pull you into my world for a little while. Not when I can make sure you breathe.

So come over, cutie. Let me paint. Let me steal glances at you when you’re not looking. Let me pretend I’m working, when really I’m just… calmer with you here.

And if Thomas complains, I’ll tell him you’re essential. Irreplaceable. A critical part of the entire operation, even.

Don’t keep me waiting too long. I’m already running out of patience… and excuses.

[drgn-sky]

Love Is Warm - Part One

worry not this only has two parts and part two is 98% done LOL

ao3 | Main Master List | Part Two

Words: 1,886 eventual poly SnowCrowMC, established SylusMC No gendered pronouns used for reader Happy Ending I promise ^-^

Sylus watched from his bed as you paced his bedroom. You were getting ready for bed amongst the pacing, but he'd just woken up for the night.

"He's dying, Sylus. And he's not doing anything about it. Why isn't he doing something? He's a doctor," You rambled, clearly in distress, but there was little he could do. He would cure the doctor himself if he could, for his own peace of mind as well as yours. He didn't want to be a witness to Zayne's death either.

When you were finally in bed with him after you let all of your frustrations out, Sylus pulled you close; he gently rubbed your back to both comfort you, and to help you relax enough to fall asleep. "We'll figure something out, Sweetie."

"I hope so," You said, somewhat defeated. Neither of you were doctors, what could the two of you possibly do that the actual doctors couldn't?

Sylus has more money than you could imagine. He could fund research just for Zayne, and he intended to do just that. When you finally fell into a deep sleep, Sylus replaced himself with the crow plushie he'd won for you at the arcade and headed out to do a day's work. That included finding a cure for Zayne.

The first thing Sylus did was see if the good doctor was still awake. He knew Zayne's schedule could be hectic with emergency surgeries, or just late hours filling out reports. However, if Zayne's asleep, Sylus wasn't going to bother him. He'd surely get a lecture about proper sleep schedules.

Luckily for Sylus, Zayne responded rather quickly. He was still awake, doing some work in his home office. Adjusting his schedule, Sylus informed Zayne he was coming over.

"There wasn't really a reason to come over," Zayne said, letting Sylus into his house.

"Maybe, maybe not," Sylus said as he took a seat on the couch. "I wanted to see your condition in person. Kitten says you're dying and doing nothing."

"This is a medical mystery. Something like this shouldn't even be possible."

"Have you tried resonating with Y/N?"

"We did, yes. It doesn't seem to be related to my Evol."

"Your heart isn't freezing for no reason, Fox."

"Like I said, it's a medical phenomenon. I have been trying things with advice from other doctors. Despite what Y/N said, I'm not just letting it kill me."

"I suppose nothing's worked so far."

"They've given some relief and time, but nothing as permanent as a cure so far."

"We're not going to let you die, Zayne. We'll find a cure."

In that moment, Zayne felt warmth from Sylus' words. But if his suspicions were correct, he had his doubts that he could be cured.

When Sylus left Zayne's house, with all the information he'd gotten from him, he contacted his own trusted medical teams. They'd taken the information, but warned the leader of Onychinus that a cure wouldn't be likely. Using the same words Zayne did; a medical phenomenon.

Zayne's next surprise visit was from you. This time, however, was because Zayne needed to patch you up after a rough battle with wanderers. Thankfully, it was nothing serious. Just some scrapes and bruises that needed to be cleaned and dressed. It would've been nice if you'd been more focused on your own health instead of his.

"I'm giving you a week of medical leave. Make sure Sylus changes your bandages at least once every twenty-four hours. Preferably before bed, but I know he has a different sleep schedule."

"Alright, I'll let him know," You answered, but it was more automatic, like you knew you had to tell him about the injuries anyway. Your focus was clearly somewhere else.

"Staring at my chest won't fix either of our problems."

"I wasn't staring at your chest!

"No? Then what were you staring at?"

"Your heart," You said with a little too much confidence.

"My heart? That's in my chest."

"Okay, I see your point. Is it getting worse..?"

Zayne heard the concern bleeding through your words. He felt warmth in them. "It is worse since you last asked, however, a few treatments have been slowing the progression."

"No cure yet?"

"Not yet."

Zayne messaged Sylus about your injuries before you ever had the chance to call. It made the explaination of them, and the trip to Sylus’ home easier.

Sylus prepared for your arrival with a warm shower and your favorite pajamas pre-warmed in the dryer. After which, Sylus carried you to bed where he laid you down on his chest, and his hand gently rubbed your back.

"You're so warm."

"Am I, Kitten?" Sylus chuckled.

"You are," You hummed, "Zayne could use some of your warmth."

"He could," Sylus agreed. The thought of his warmth being used to save Zayne wasn't one he was against.

Sylus thought about your words as he asked Zayne how he felt the next day. It was getting worse, still no cure. And Sylus had really started to wonder if his warmth could somehow help. Especially with how dodgy Zayne was with what worked.

The only problem was, that warmth is yours. You're the only person he'd ever wanted to hold and cuddle with. To be vulnerable with. And yet… the idea of doing that with Zayne didn't repulse him.

Sylus didn't know what to do with that thought.

Spending your medical leave in Sylus' home was definitely the better option for you. Being close to your boyfriend, and spending the entire week with him? A dream come true really. The fact that he's good about changing your bandages was the cherry on top. It would've been better if you weren't preoccupied thinking about Zayne and his mysterious illness. The black-haired man was taking up a lot of your thoughts, even when spending time with your boyfriend.

"How are you feeling?" Zayne asked through the speaker of your phone. You've been calling him every other day to check and see how he was doing. "Have you and Sylus been making sure to clean and change your bandages?"

"Of course. Sy takes very good care of it," You answered. At the same time, Sylus walked into the room. You immediately reached out for him and wasted no time sitting on his lap, wanting him close. "He's here with me now."

"What about you, Doc?" Sylus asked, making sure he held you securely on his lap. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. The ice is still slowly progressing."

"Still nothing on a cure?" You asked with a slight pout.

"No, not yet."

"What has been working?" Sylus asked. While he'd asked before, he'd never asked with you present. He was hoping Zayne wouldn't try and skirt around the answer with you here.

"Oh yeah, that's a good question. I don't think you've told me."

"Heating pads help," Zayne responded, "Trying to keep the affected area warm."

"That's it? Surely there's something else?"

"…No, there isn't."

Sylus picked up on the slight hesitation in Zayne's words. However, it seemed like you didn't. Not with the way you threw your head back onto his shoulder and groaned. Annoyed there was nothing you could do to save your friend.

Zayne had changed the subject from there, making easy conversation with a friendly easy banter inbetween. You tried not to think too much about it, someone else might mistake it for flirting. An idea that you found yourself not too upset about, which you also tried not to think about.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence after you hanged up with Zayne. Sylus held you, snuggling, while you enjoyed his warmth. Normally moments like these would've led to lazy kissing, maybe even something more. This time, you and your boyfriend were too preoccupied thinking about someone else.

"Remember when you said Zayne could use my warmth?" Sylus asked, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, the night I got here. We'd been cuddling as we fell asleep," You responded, wondering where he was going with this.

"What do you think about sharing my warmth with him? Under the assumption he'd allow it."

"Like, cuddling? Since a mere hug likely wouldn't cut it."

"Like cuddling." Sylus agreed, "With you joining us. I wouldn't leave my kitten out."

You thought about it for a moment. The idea of Sylus cuddling with Zayne, even without the context of Zayne's freezing heart, wasn't an idea you hated. Especially since you would be included as well. Though the more you thought about it, you also didn't hate the idea of the two of them cuddling without you. Coming home to that and knowing you'd be allowed to join them. Everything about the scenario sounded nicer than you were willing to admit.

Sylus knows you, very well, and he could tell you weren't against the idea. "It's not a bad idea, is it Kitten?"

"No, it's not," You admitted.

"What else are you thinking about, Sweetie?"

"Coming home to the two of you cuddling, joining after I've washed up. Even you or Zayne joining. It sounds nice."

"It does, doesn't it?"

"What does that mean?" You asked, leaning into him more.

"Have you heard of polygamy?"

"I have."

"Depending on Zayne's thoughts on the matter. We could try that; being a throuple."

"I almost hate how much I like that idea," You said with a sigh. "Just the idea of having feelings for another man when it's you I'm in love with and want to be with. At the same time, it sounds like you do as well; have feelings for someone that isn't me. It being the same person is technically good, I just don't really know how to explain it, it just sounds bad, ya know? And I'm scared it would ruin us."

"I understand what you mean, Kitten," Sylus said, admiring your honesty. "But it's not like that. We wouldn't let it ruin us. We're talking about it now so that won't happen."

You could see in his eyes how certain he was. The two of you had more than willingly put in the work to get this far. You'd put in just as much, if not more, to continue to make it work. Sylus wants a future with you, and you want a future with him. Zayne being a part of that future would be like a frame around a painting. Wanted, but not necessary. If Zayne rejected the two of you, or even just one of you, you knew that everything would work out with Sylus. You're a package deal. Your relationship wasn't in danger. "We'll talk to Zayne about it then, his input is important too."

"Of course, Sweetie." Sylus kissed the top of your head.

Before you knew it, you were all healed up and ready to go back to work. Having spent as much time as possible with Sylus during your stay, you hated leaving, but you knew you'd see him again soon.

Work kept you busy for a while, longer than you liked. Even Sylus was busy with work, having rearranged his schedule while you were recovering to spend as much time with you as possible. The only way either of you had time to check in on Zayne was through a phone call. Where he insisted everything was fine.

[zaynezone]

It's not that Zayne doesn't enjoy the video.

Far from it, really. You look beautiful like this, brows knit in pleasure, moaning out his name as the dildo shaped like his cock fucks you in a steady pace that only a fucking machine can.

His only issue is that he isn't there to enjoy the view properly.

So by the time he gets home, he's so hard he can barely think straight. He makes his way up to the bedroom where he knows you'll be, your punishment already in mind.

"Back so soon?" You're laid back on the bed, completely naked, and looking all too satisfied at how well your plan has worked out. The machine sits at the end of the bed, the toy shiny with your slick.

Zayne says nothing, grabbing the silk ties he always uses and gestures for you to put your arms up. Defiance flashes in your eyes for a moment, but seemingly sensing just how intense this punishment is going to be, you obey wordlessly.

He ties your wrists to the headboard carefully, doing the same to your ankles, before setting up the machine between your legs, the silicone toy brushing your entrance.

The slow pace is torturous, just enough to keep you worked up. You expect him to settle at the side of you, maybe use your mouth. But clearly, he won't be doing anything you expect today. Instead, he settles in the armchair across the room, flipping open a book as you squirm.

When the pace starts to increase, pleasure starts to knot in your stomach, the overstimulation making you whine.

"Zayne I don't think I can cum again so soon." As soon as the words leave your mouth, the machine slows, your orgasm ebbing away as dark unamused eyes find yours.

"Who said I was going to let you cum?"

[zaynezone]

"When did you get a cat?" Zayne glances warily at the small animal resting on Sylus's chest. It perks up at his voice, meowing what seems to be a greeting.

"Oh, we've always had this one. Isn't that right, kitten?" He smirks as he pats the animals head, while it meows in an annoyed tone so similar to yours that Zayne absentmindedly thinks about how alike you two ar-

Oh shit.

"Are you alright?" Zayne hurries over, a frown on his face as he gently inspects your animal form. You purr under his touch, trying to show him you're doing fine.

"It's just an...unfortunate side effect. It should wear off soon." Sylus comforts him, while you do the same by butting your soft head against his hand. With his pounding heart starting to calm, Zayne allows himself to gently pet you.

"Most cats run away when they see me." Zayne muses as you climb into his lap, settling down. Sylus chuckles, leaning over to pet you.

"Well, we have that in common. However, I believe this one feels differently." Sylus can't hide his grin as you clamber all over Zayne, trying to show him your usual level of affection despite your current predicament.

"Hello." The doctor murmurs with a smile when you perch on his shoulder, nuzzling the side of his head.

Feeling overwhelmed at just how adorable this form of yours is, neither can help themselves from leaning in to press a soft kiss on your fur at the same time. In the blink of an eye, there's no longer a cat sitting in Zayne's lap.

"Well, that was great timing. I'm starving, and I am not eating that tin of tuna."

[zaynezone]

Zayne has just barely collapsed on the couch, still in his work clothes and tie tugged loose around his neck. So, you take your chance.

"Will you make me a cup of tea?"

He's already almost half asleep. His eyes open with a clear strain as he looks at you, curled up under the blanket with a book.

You're messing with him, of course. You expect him to catch on, to toss a cheeky remark at you like usual. You're not expecting him to wordlessly lift himself off the couch and begin trudging to the kitchen.

"Wh-Zayne! No no I was kidding!" He doesn't pay your words any mind as you struggle to kick aside the blanket, hurriedly trying to follow him.

"Chamomile, yes?" Of course, he already knows what flavour you prefer for your nightly reading. He pulls a bag from the drawer, but you grasp his wrist.

"I was just joking! Please go sit back down, you're exhausted and you've been on your feet all day." Now that you've gotten a closer look at him, the joke sits heavy in your stomach. The bags under his eyes have gotten worse, and his cheeks look more sunken in than usual.

"Let me make your tea." He mumbles, though he doesn't protest when you pull the bag from his fingers, setting it aside in favour of undoing his tie.

"I don't feel like tea anymore. Let's head up to bed, yeah?" His hands move from the counter to your waist, his whole body sinking into the embrace as his forehead rests on your shoulder. You hug him back, one hand stroking his back and the other sinking into the hair at the back of his head.

"Bed is a good idea." He whispers, voice already thick with exhaustion. You kiss his cheek, nudging him up just enough to have him follow you upstairs.

[mwphisto]

Zayne holds one secret near and dear to his heart.

"Hush now, we don't want to wake mommy, right?" It's a gentle whisper in an odd pitch. Your six month old daughter wiggles on the changing table below him, laughing loudly at her father's horrible attempt at a baby voice. "Shh, you're giggling too loud."

But her giggles only turned to squeals as he grabbed her feet, lifting them up to pull the soiled diaper out from under her. "I'm being serious, little lady. You know how much your mommy loves her sleep."

Even as he speaks, his lips curve upwards as he stares down at her little face. Her smile so large that her chubby cheeks squish upwards, her eyes sparkling - the color the same as his own.

"Your mommy loves you too much to scold you if you wake her up, she'll have no choice but to scold me." Zayne forces a pout, wiping her carefully as he speaks. It only makes her coo and giggle more, arms flailing wildly as she grins up at her daddy.

"You certainly have your mommy's personality." The baby voice still leaves his lips naturally, she just brings it right out of him. Even if it starts to get on his own nerves, he can't seem to contain the cuteness aggression his own baby daughter brings him.

He lifts her legs again, slipping the new diaper under her bottom. "Just full of energy at all hours of the night when you should be asleep."

Setting her legs down, he carefully pulls the tabs to the diaper securely over her little hips. "I'd be much quicker at this task if you didn't distract me with your cuteness, little lady." Another squeal of giggles that earns a hush as he starts to button up her onesie again.

Once everything is in place, he scoops her up off the changing table. Kissing her forehead gently, he cradles her with one arm to his chest. "Same time tomorrow night, little lady?" The same embarrassing pitch, Zayne swears he'd die if anyone heard him speaking in such a way.

You, of course, would be his only exception.

...He just can't stomach the inevitable teasing yet

[veebeeboo109]

I’m thinking about SnowCrowMC. Sylus knows that Zayne has a lot of control over his libido, but his kryptonite is you. Specifically, watching you and Sylus go at it. I’m thinking about pre- dragon rut Sylus, being so fucking horny he shoves his tongue in your mouth, and you let him.

Because across the room, you hear the hitch of the doctor’s breath and the sudden halt of tapping keys. Zayne sighs, long-winded and tired, as he slowly takes off his glasses and closes his laptop.

It’s comical how much easy Zayne is sometimes, and no matter how many times Sylus exploits it— it always works.

[drgn-sky]

Don't Stop On My Account

If you can't tell, I really love snowcrowmc LOL someone tell me what genre this is considered please 🥺

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Words: 972 poly snowcrowmc; no gendered pronouns used for reader CW: Suggestive, fade-to-black, 16+

"Sylus, have you seen my—" Walking into your best friend's apartment, you don't expect to see Sylus making out with your other, shared, best friend Zayne. "Have you seen my sweatshirt?" You continue like it's the most natural thing in the world. "I might've left it here when I was studying earlier."

"I haven't, Kitten," Sylus replies from where he sits on the couch, half under Zayne.

"It's in the guest room," Zayne supplies, "So is your text book."

"I didn't even know that was missing. Thank you, Zaynie!" You say as you pass by them. "Don't stop on my account. Keep going."

It's then that they realize you aren't walking past them to go and get your belongings. You're walking past them to go to the kitchen, having left your shoes and bag by the door.

"Do you want to watch us?" Zayne asks, watching your movements.

"And if I do?"

"We'd put on a good show for you, Sweetie, isn't that right, Fox?"

"Only if you start behaving."

"You promised me a show, Sy. Behave for our Zaynie, won't you?"

Sylus doesn't have a chance to answer as Zayne starts kissing him again. The difference this time is Zayne is more confident, sloppy even, and purposely tries to make Sylus moan while letting out sounds of his own. Especially since you sit down on the arm chair near the couch.

"That's enough," You say, seeing them both ignoring their need for oxygen.

The two men listen, breathing heavy as they sit up properly, both to be comfortable and to look at you. Sylus had just tried to take Zayne's shirt off, and while he can’t say he enjoys being interrupted, the sparkle in your eyes tells them both you didn’t stop them just cause.

"I do believe it's my turn now." You say, standing and walking over to the couch and straddling Zayne.

Immediately, Zayne's hands go to your waist to keep you steady. He isn't going to let you fall, nor does he intend for you to move too much closer than you already are. Kissing Sylus had gotten him… excited after all.

"Is it your turn to put on a show for me, Sweetie?" Sylus asks as he adjusts himself, having the same reaction as Zayne to the kissing. "Kiss our kitten like you were kissing me, Fox."

Zayne doesn't need to be told twice to kiss you as he leans in and neither do you, meeting him halfway. You'd expected the kiss to start off slow, gentle, but when Zayne kisses you, it’s deep. Passionate. Like he never stopped kissing Sylus. With a gasp, you eagerly match his passion. More than happily letting Zayne kiss you breathless, just like he did with Sylus.

The white haired male watches how the medical student kisses you. It’s exactly how he’d kissed him before. Excitable and eager.

"I think that's enough for now." At Sylus' words, Zayne pulls pack, and your lip catches between his teeth for a short moment. "I do believe it's my turn once you catch your breath, Sweetie."

"You have been behaving quite well, Sylus."

"Don't I always?"

"You never behave, Sy."

"Should we reward him for his good behavior, Snowflake?"

"How should we do that, Zaynie?"

"It's his turn for a kiss, we shouldn't keep him waiting any longer."

You don't. Pulling Sylus towards you, you kiss him just like Zayne had, and he matches you exactly. The feeling of Sylus kissing you outweighs the awkward angle. Finally being able to kiss him as well makes it feel like the rest of the world doesn't exist. It's just the three of you.

Unfortunately, your kiss with Sylus doesn't last as long as the one with Zayne did. The high from kissing Zayne doesn't diminish as you kiss Sylus, it only heightens, leaving you wanting more. In an attempt to get more, you roll your hips in Zayne's lap, only for him to stop you and cause you to groan in disappointment. Sylus breaks away at the sound to find it’s cause, since he knows it’s not because of the kiss.

"We should stop here," Zayne supplies, answering Sylus' question without the older male needing to voice it.

"Should?" You question, "Maybe? Do you want to stop?"

"No," Zayne rasps," I want you both. Very much."

"Then why stop us, Fox?" Sylus asks as he adjusts his position to be able to face him better. "Tell us, what's holding you back?"

"Is this not too fast?"

"Zayne," You say as you cup his cheeks. "We've been dancing around our feelings for each other practically since we met sophomore year. I'm surprised this hasn't happened sooner honestly. I've wanted you and Sylus for so long. I don't mind stopping here at just kissing. Just know that, for me, this isn't a heat of the moment thing. I fully intended to have a conversation about the three of being together afterwards. We can have that now if you prefer."

"I agree with Y/N," Sylus adds, "I can assure you, I desire you both very much. For a long time now. Just like our Sweetie said, it's the three of us together. We can go at our own pace. A real date first if you prefer. Spoiling my two partners would be quite the treat."

Zayne, reassured by his new partners words, complies your actions from earlier. Rolling his hips up into yours, making sure you can feel him. "A date could come after, I have to show my partners how much I desire them as well."

With that, the three of you make your way to the bedroom where the kissing and much more resumes.

Tangled in the sheets, the three newly established partners make sure they all equally get their share of kisses, love, and pleasure.

[drgn-sky]

Lay With Me

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Words: 451 Genre: Fluff Reader implied to be MC (use of Kitten and Sweetie) however no gendered pronouns are used for reader CW: partial nudity, non-sexual intimacy

After a long grueling day (night) in the N109 Zone, you finally get to relax.

The day (night) started off with a business deal that had originally gone well. Until you and Sylus got outside, and a shoot out was waiting for you. Which Sylus had apparently expected and prepared for. Lunch had been interrupted by an explosion, though the twins took care of that. However, it did lead to an impromptu car chase. And when it was finally bedtime, you were exhausted, sweaty, and wanting a nice hot shower. Thankfully, Sylus' bathroom is extremely nice with all kinds of high tech amenities. While Sylus wanted to join you, he was pulled away by the twins for urgent work.

When Sylus finally finished his shower, you had long finished getting ready for bed. Simply waiting for him under the covers, entertaining yourself with your phone.

"Comfortable, Sweetie?" Sylus asked, emerging from the bathroom, steam from his own shower following him.

"Extremely," You answered, knowing you're using his pillow, lying where he typically does. Everything is set up for him, all he has to do is join you. "Come here already. I'm tired, and don't want to sleep without you." As you spoke, you reached your arms out from under the blankets for him.

Sylus immediately noticed something was different. Your shoulders bare with a distinct lack of your pajama shirt. "Missing something, Kitten?"

"No, I've got everything," You answered, despite knowing exactly what he's talking about. "I've even got your gun here. Everything is all ready to sleep. The only thing missing is you."

"Sweetie, where's your shirt? I thought you just wanted to sleep."

"I do. My shirt's over here in case I want it. I'm not completely naked. I still have my pajama bottoms on." As you spoke, you reached for the shirt so Sylus could see it. "I know you like skin-to-skin, so I want to try and cuddle without it tonight."

"Are you sure, Kitten?" Sylus asked, stepping closer.

Without any hesitation you said, "Absolutely. Now come here, you silly crow."

Your boyfriend slipped into bed in nothing but his own pajama bottoms. Allowing himself to be pulled into your embrace. Head lying on your chest, listening to your heartbeat, and his arms around your waist.

"Comfortable, Sy?" You asked, mirroring his question from earlier.

"Extremely," He said, mirroring your answer.

Sylus fully relaxed hearing the steady beat of your heart, your warm skin against his. There was no doubt that it's you lying underneath him, combing your fingers through his hair. You're here, you're real, you're alive. You're his, and he's yours.

He drifted off to sleep feeling like the most loved person in the world.

[akemiren]

Baby stayrus and bby mephie

[drgn-sky]

Made Just For You - Sylus' Birthday

Happy birthday to my beloved, Sylus <3

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Words: 1,043 Genre: Fluff! gender neutral reader

Gift-giving isn't an easy task. Especially for someone who could have anything, and everything they want. That someone being your boyfriend, Sylus. He seemingly has all the money, and power in the world. If Sylus wants something, it's his. Little to no questions asked. How are you supposed to get him something special for his birthday?

Knowing his likes and dislikes like the back of your hand helped, but only by so much. Until it was more helpful than you realized. Music. Sylus loves his records and classical music. And you, a musician, can give him just that. You'd just have to find someone with the equipment to make a record.

Unfortunately, the task is easier said than done. Even less so since you want it to be a surprise, and surprising Sylus is not an easy task. Enlisting the help of Mephisto and the twins could really go either way in terms of ruining the surprise.

"Sy, can you tell me how this sounds?" You asked, seeing him walk into the music room of Onychinus' base. The room that has essentially become your office.

"Of course, Sweetheart."

You played the violin part you recently wrote. If you didn't ask occasionally, he'd likely know something is going on. If Sylus finds some sections familiar, that doesn't bother you. You'd rather ask for his opinion and have him enjoy the music to the fullest than not.

"Do you have time to take a break with me, Dove?" Sylus asked after seeing you finish writing down his thoughts on what you played for him.

Making sure you had everything he told you, you said, "Sure! Just let me pack up. Have anything in mind?"

"Want to go for a joy ride?"

"Of course! I'll meet you at your bike."

Joyrides have always been something you enjoy. It's a nice and fun way to spend time with Sylus. Being able to hold him close as you both ride through the N109 Zone.

The one good thing, you realized, about making Sylus a record with songs you write yourself, is that it's your typical day to day thing. There was nothing out of the ordinary about you trying to write new music. Nor was it out of the ordinary to join in on some of the twins' pranks, especially for his month long birthday celebration. And with Mephisto in on the plan as well, it wasn't terribly difficult to move around the N109 Zone. The only difficult part was getting recordings of all the instruments just right. As well as finding the time to do it.

Working around Sylus' schedule was a mixed challenge. Sometimes when he had long meetings it would be easy; and when he doesn't it's more difficult, your boyfriend seeking your presence every now and then as he worked. It wasn't uncommon for you to work in his office as well. Sharing space even if you didn't talk for hours. And if you weren't there then you were in the music room, very rarely denying him entry. Now that it's getting close to his birthday, you had no choice but to.

Sylus accidentally found himself being more clingy when you did have time to spend with him. You ate it up, of course. Nothing was better than spending time with the love of your life. It also made you feel guilty that you didn't have the time for him. You couldn't wait until you finished his gift.

And it was finished just in time. Two days before Sylus' birthday you got the finished product. After debating if you should listen to it once to make sure it sounded right, you decided against it. Wanting Sylus to be the first to play it. Now just to hide it until his birthday.

"Happy birthday, Sy!" You said, noticing the clock strike midnight. Since the two of you woke up hours earlier, you remained by his side best you could, not having anything planned.

"Thank you, Sweetheart," He said, leaning over to steal a kiss that you happily gave.

"Should I give you your gift now, or make you wait longer?"

"Do you really want to make me wait longer? I can tell you're excited to give it to me."

"For that I should make you wait longer."

"You won't."

"I won't."

Taking Sylus down to the music room, you took the record out from it's hiding spot and handed it to him.

Sylus observed the record sleeve, decorated with pictures of black feathers and red jewels. He could tell it was custom, new. Just like the record itself. Shiny without a single scratch. "New records are hard to come by, where'd you get something like this, Dove?"

"Play it and find out." You said, already having the record player ready.

Sylus was careful with it, like he is with all his records. However, within the first few notes he turned to look at you. He helped you with the first song the most. He recognized it.

"Don't just stare, what do you think?"

"This is the best gift I could ever receive," Sylus said softly, "Thank you."

"Dance with me?" You asked, holding out your hand.

Sylus happily took it and led you closer to the middle of the room. Swaying back and forth in dance as he happily listened to the music you made for him.

"Sylus, my love, happy birthday." Your voice said coming through the record player. "There's one last song on here, I hope you've enjoyed the rest of it so far. I wrote all the songs and recorded all the instruments just for you. It was all worth it. I love you more than anything else in existence. Happy birthday again, Love."

"Thank you, Dove," Sylus said, holding you closer. "It's absolutely perfect."

"There is nothing to thank me for, I wanted to. I'll always want to celebrate you."

Tilting your chin up, his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips, silently asking permission to kiss you. Giving it to him, you closed the gap slightly, wrapping your arms around his neck. Sylus completely closed the gap, pouring all his love and thanks into it. Wanting to show you how much he appreciates you and his gift through it.