Feyraven

Hyperfixations and Headcanons Sometimes I write Sometimes I draw I'm just here to fangirl the things I like

[feyraven]

My brain has been going haywire with ideas. I want to write a drabble about how I think sleeping with the boys would be. I have another where Puck from Iron fey is secretly mephisto. Lastly, I have one in my drafts about Sylus creating a museum just for mc. Sadly I have to be an adult and pay bills.

[naomiarai]

based on this! not proofread. and not so short. literally just winged it.

the sofa in xavier’s living room is plenty big, but he’s currently acting like there is only enough room for the two of you.

he’s wrapped around you like a heavy blanket. his long legs are tangled with yours, one stupidly gorgeous hand hooked around your waist, and his soft hair is tucked right under your chin. he smells warm and clean and is definitely in no mood to let you up.

across from you, the peace in the room is completely ruined.

“i am telling you, your stance is utterly sloppy!” isaiah’s stiff voice cuts through the quiet. he stands up straight by the coffee table, holdnig a wooden sword like a strict instructor.

“your form yesterday was embarrassing. you swing your blade like a street brawler, not a proper knight.”

here we go again.

“oh, please. give it rest,” jeremiah sighs, leaning way back on the couch with his hands behind his head. he looks totally relaxed, but his eyes tell a different story.

“it’s called practical fighting. you spend so much worrying about your pretty royal technique that you don’t even hit the target. isn’t that right?” jeremiah turns his head towards you, nodding.

“i—well,” you start, lifting your head slightly to mediate before they pull out real weapons. “isaiah, jeremiah’s style is a bit untraditional, but—”

before youu can finish your sentence, xavier shifts against you.

he lets out a low sleepy murmur, completely ignoring the two people three feet away away. he buries his face deeper into the crook of your neck, lips resting over your beating pulse. then, very slowly, he presses a lingering soft kiss against your skin.

a tiny shiver shoots straight down your spine. “xavier....” you whisper, trying to stay focused on their debate.

“ignore them,” xavier mumbles softly against your neck. his voice is thick with sleep, but he’s being remarkably stubborn about keeping your attention on him.

“proper form keeps you alive in a battle!” isaiah insists, taking a step forward. “you cannot just hack and slash your way through.”

“it gets the job done, dosen’t it?” jeremiah taunts, waving his hand dismissively as he looks back toward you. “tell him my sword skills are superior.”

“look, isaiah makes a fair point about discipline, but jere—ah–”

you cut yourself off with a soft, breathy gasp. xavier has movedd his lips higher, pressing a slow, deliberate trail of feather liight kisses right along the sensitive curve of your jaw. his arm around your waist tightens just a fraction dragging your hips flush against his until there is zero space left between you. his thumb gently rubs a warm distracting circle through your shirt.

​“xavier, stop, i’m trying to answer them,” you whisper, your cheeks flushing hot.

​xavier doesn’t stop. he opens his soft, glowing blue eyes just a sliver, looking up at you from below. he looks impossibly innocent, like a sleepy prince who wouldn’t hurt a fly, but the way he gently nips the soft skin right under your ear is entirely deliberate.

“they’ve been arguing like this for hundreds of years,” xavier whispers right in your ear, his breath sweet and warm. "it doesn’t matter. look at me instead.”

​isaiah turns his stern, serious gaze directly toward you, completely blind to what xavier is doing under the throw blanket. “are you listening? whose swordsmanship is actually proper?”

​“she’s obviously going to pick me,” jeremiah smirks, leaning forward- until his eyes land on xavier, who is currently pressing another long, sweet kiss against the dip of your collarbone, blocking your view completely.

​jeremiah’s smirk slowly breaks and morphs into a cough.

​“i think....” you start, your voice wavering as xavier’s lips slide back down your neck, making your thoughts hazy. “ugh. you both of you...fight just fine...”

“see?” xavier murmurs against your skin, a faint, triumphant little smile on his lips as you give up and tangle your fingers into his soft blonde hair. “good choice, partner.”

​isaiah blinks, looking thoroughly offended and confused. “fine? but his guard was completely open–”

​“come on, isaiah,” jeremiah interrupts, jumping up from the couch and grabbing him by his elbow to pull him out of the room. “can’t you see our dear is captain is busy? let me show you how ‘sloppy’ my stance is outside.”

​as the door clicks shut behind them, the lounge falls back into a sweet, heavy quiet.

​xavier lets out a long contented sigh, shifting his weight until he is resting comfortably right on top of you, his head resting right over your heart.

​“finally,” xavier whispers softly, his amber eyes fluttering shut as he tucks his face back into your neck. “now... stay still. i’m going back to sleep.”

tagging @feyraven (requested!)

[feyraven]

Something about clingy Xavier just scratches my brain just right

[atomics-creations]

Lights Out

LaDS. Sylus x Reader

You make yourself a meal in the middle of the night in Sylus's place, and even when under the kitchen's dim lights, his love for you is loud and clear.

1,128 words. domestic fluff, sweet, late-night conversations, established relationship, clingy sylus, f!reader, cross-posted on ao3

a/n: because domestic fluff won this poll, here's a fluffy sylus fic. i hope you enjoy :)

dividers by @diviniyae | ao3 link here

Nothing beats spending the night in a place you shouldn’t be in.

Known for its lavish exteriors and forbidden entrances, Onychinus’s base is nothing short of home. You’ve learned which doors you were allowed to enter and which ones are better off closed. You’ve mastered the art of finding meaning in every trinket that sits in this place, hoping they would allow you to catch a glimpse of Onychinus’s leader. And, of course, you’ve settled in his heart and have made yourself quite comfortable in its space.

So, when you sneak out of your shared bedroom and into the kitchen, you don’t think much of it. It’s almost like routine when you search for a plate through his cabinets, judging how organized his mugs are. A matching set of Spiderman mugs, which you could only guess are for Luke and Kieran, sit in front of all the fancy ones. Contrary to popular belief, it’s so characteristically Sylus to have his priorities lie in the heart that settles beneath his sleeve.

The night, however, is uncharacteristically quiet. Luke and Kieran are sound asleep instead of causing their usual ruckus, and the last time you saw Sylus, you had to slowly take his hand off of your waist to avoid waking him up. A damning part of you wishes you could ask him to cook with you, but he’s tired, and the last thing you want to do is to add to his persistent exhaustion.

Under the dim lights of the base’s kitchen, your only company as you make yourself some food is the thoughts stuck in your head. 

“I hope I don’t burn this place down by accident,” you joke as you turn on the stove to make some eggs. “That would sure be a price to pay.”

The eggs begin to take form on the pan, and you use the spatula as a makeshift microphone every five seconds for the song softly playing from your phone. Lyrics are sung in whispers and dance moves are done in silence, but the eggs sure appreciate the impromptu performance. They turn out perfectly, so you turn off the stove to place it into a plate.

But before you can turn around to enjoy your meal, you feel strong arms wrap around your waist and hear a familiar hum of amusement. 

“Performing without me, beloved?”

“Sylus!” you gasp, looking back as he places gentle kisses on your shoulder. Sleep coats him beautifully, his hair sticking up in all directions and the flush of his cheeks making him glow under the dim lights. “How long were you watching me?”

Sylus doesn’t answer for a while, burying his face in the crook of your neck like that place is the only home he would ever want to live in. Draconic instincts, you could say, but it might just be his exhaustion getting to him.

But eventually he does, and his answer makes you roll your eyes playfully. “Mmm… I don’t know. Time passes by mindlessly when I’m with you.”

“Hmph. I think you just want to avoid the question.”

He chuckles, deep and happy. The sun’s bright rays are incomparable to his amused smile. “Do I avoid your questions, sweetie? I thought you liked how much I entertained them.”

“Hmph,” you huff again before tasting your culinary masterpiece. With a soft hum of satisfaction, you take a small piece of your meal before placing it close to Sylus’s lips, the question of Do you want to try this? remaining unsaid yet loud in its sincerity.

And Sylus, of course, tastes it without hesitation.

“So, what woke you up?” you ask, knowing damn well he can’t answer your question while he’s chewing. “I thought I was doing a good job staying quiet.”

“I…” His hands caress your waist as he chews, the movement grounding the both of you. “I felt the sudden emptiness and wanted to see what happened to you.” Sensing your heart drop, he lets out a soft chuckle before adding, “And your beautiful singing voice lured me in like a siren.”

“Flattering.”

“And,” Sylus continues, “I heard you talking about burning my place down. I couldn’t let that happen, could I?”

“I said no such thing!”

“I trust your decisions, sweetie, but I have to admit I questioned that one.”

“Ugh,” you say with absolutely no frustration. How could you be, when the love of your life looks absolutely enamored by a terrifying, hypothetical decision you would never make?

The next few moments can only be described as peaceful. There is only the soothing music on your phone to interrupt what would otherwise be silence as you continue eating your meal. Sylus occasionally asks for a bite, and you could only deny him for a few seconds before giving in to his playful demands. The meal is devoured in mere minutes, but you find yourself still wanting more food.

Would it be too greedy to ask Sylus if he could cook?

“Sy…” Turning around, you find his cheeky smile softening as he braces for whatever question he would entertain next. “Could you… could you cook something for me, please?”

You pat his hair down to soothe the inevitable rejection. He’s tired, you’re tired, and the only task this night will allow next is going back to sleep in his cozy bed. 

But you should’ve known better than to assume he’d ever deny you any pleasure you want. Instead of the inevitable no, Sylus cups your cheeks and asks, “What do you want me to cook for you, beloved? I have plenty of options.”

Surprise befalls you as gently as snow. You look at his face to search for a hint of sarcasm, only to find utter adoration. “We don’t have to. I mean, you must be tired.”

“I’m never tired when it comes to you.” Sylus reiterates his point with a tender kiss on your forehead, which you’ve noticed in recent hangouts is his favorite place to kiss you. Perhaps the gesture is as significant as the way he arranges his mugs, but the meaning of it is lost to you regardless. 

You’ll open that door someday. You possess the key to his heart already anyway.

The rest of the night only belongs to the both of you. As Sylus prepares the meal of your choice, he’s hit by playful remarks about the peculiar way he arranges his mugs and the heart he wears on his sleeve. You’re swinging your legs on the countertop as his remarks feel nothing short of sincere, and when the meal has been made, he hands it to you while politely bowing like a devoted knight.

Under the dim lights, accompanied by the love of your life, you feel welcomed in this place you now call home. 

a/n: i'll have to admit, writing this fic has made cooking so much more fun recently. I got stuck a couple of times writing this, so while I made myself meals, I sang in the same way MC did and asked myself, "What would Sylus do in this situation?" lol

thank you for reading! any form of interaction is appreciated. take care :)

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[nixdvn]

MY SHAYLAAAAAAAS

[cosmicalwanderer]

He's malewife material ngl

[snoozer-crow]

thinking about wearing a fluffy jacket of sylus's 24/7 because it's like a weighted blanket and it smells like him, so it makes you feel safe. you curl up on the couch while bundled up in it one night while he's out, and of course, you doze off.

sylus comes home, finds you like that, and absolutely melts. he picks you up and cradles you against his chest, cooing soft praises as you nestle closer and fall back asleep right there in his arms. the next time you gain hazy awareness, you're tucked against him in bed, warm and safe and so so comfy.

also maybe if he called you "baby bird" or is that too sappy.?!? like one time when you're sleepy like this he says you're like a baby bird and it sticks as a nickname he uses when he's feeling soft

even though you know it sounds a little silly, it feels like nothing can hurt you while you wear that jacket. between his scent and its bulk swallowing your frame, you feel shielded from the world around you in the safest way possible.

[sunsetagain]

Stayrus sleeping like Toothless lives rent free in my head.

[xelasrecords]

I'm on a translation roll so here's a few from Sylus's Melodic Weave!

I need everyone to know that the CN phrase Sylus uses is something along the line of "friends through life and death" (there's no direct EN translation for this). He's making a dramatic joke, except we know he also means it with his whole heart. He does love his double entendres—he made one in the bond story too here. "Besties" may be funnier, but it doesn't contain the same hidden weight.

More accurately, he says, "Unfortunately, this string connecting us seems impossible to cut." Impossible, not improbable 🤌🏻 (if you get this reference hi how are you feeling about never seeing the privateer on screen again)

And am I tripping or is CN Sylus pouting in the video below?!?

I've never heard him like this what the HELL.

[zaynezone]

"I have like...a really big crush on you."

Zayne can't help but smile at your words, even if they're a bit jumbled as you lean against him, trying and failing to kick off your heels.

Clearly, you'd had a few more drinks than you said you would.

"Good to know." He bends to help you slip the shoes off, then picks you up so they won't hurt too bad. You giggle immediately as his actions, resting your head on his shoulder as you cling to him.

"Do you have a crush on me?" You hold on a little tighter as he ascends the stairs, more focused on the conversation than whether or not you'll fall.

"I would say it's more than a crush." His words make you grin, and he's glad to be off the stairs, because his heart immediately stutters at the sight.

"Does that mean you love me?" He sits you on the bed, carefully helping you out of the stunning yet restrictive outfit you'd donned for the night. Of course, he makes a mental note to ask you to wear it again.

"I do."

Another smile. God, his heart can barely take this.

"That's sweet. I really love you, did you know that? Sometimes I don't know what to do with it all." Your tone drifts off, so Zayne pauses his actions.

"What do you mean?" He isn't really expecting a coherent answer, so he's taken off guard when you meet his eyes with seriousness.

"I love you so much that when I can't give it all to you, it hurts me to keep it inside." Something in him wells up at that, squeezing your hand carefully.

"You can give it to me. I'd love nothing more than to take it. As long as I can give my love to you too. Okay?"

"Okay."

[sushwie]

Commission for Tey ⭐️

[chillycheem]

Zayne 🍂

[feyraven]

I have no words, he’s…yes

[nixdvn]

Business Partners

HEAR ME OUT: they're both bosses, they're smart, they're cunning, they look cool asf, like RLLY cool. Genuinely the biggest aurafarmers when it comes to status.

I imagine these two would go drive off and have meaningful conversations after a gala dinner or a big business meeting or a charity event, DO YOU SEE MY VISIONN??? Like maybe they'd get a few drinks in, Valko can visit Sylus' base in N109 and I imagine the Twins would welcome him too.

Maybe they'd try to outrank each other, friendly competition though because their masculinity ain't fragile, they'd 100% laugh at idiot podcast bros omg. THERE'S SO MUCH POTENTIAL. THE FRIENDSHIP AND BUSINESS PARTNER POTENTIAL.

Anyways, if I put my MC in the picture, she's 100% confused at what they're talking about bc the mind of business alpha males is too complicated for Ms Hunter. That's all folks.

[feyraven]

Omg yess I see the entire movie not just the vision

[snowvee]

#BRINGBACKVALKO

[snowvee]

this is a marathon, not a sprint! keep fighting but take breaks! we will get you home, valko! ❤️

[nixdvn]

COLLEGE AU 😫😫😫 ok hear me out:

We know that Zayne is 27, Valko is 26, and Caleb is 25. Considering Zayne prolly stayed away from Linkon from Primary to,,, maybe Uni? Caleb also moved away to study, and Valko... Well, we don't know but indulge me on this.

WHAT IF THEY ATTENDED THE SAME UNIVERSITY?

Like it was on accident, since the 3 of them are rlly smart n talented, they were able to attend the top university of the world or something.

They're all in different fields but it's still in STEM, and they probably share the same location, if not the same building (probably not tho).

Zayne first arrived and he's amazing, top student in Science, etc. In his 2nd year, he made friends (maybe thru competition or whatever) with a Technology student, Valko. Two years after that, he finds a familiar name on top of the Engineering leaderboard, specifically in Aerospace and Aviation: Caleb, who was on his 2nd year by then.

Zayne is on his 4th year but since he's medical field,,, 8 years to graduate, I think? Valko's on his 3rd year.

Before Caleb, Zayne and Valko would just pass by each other, say hi, maybe nod at each other, but never really hang out. Until Caleb.

Apparently Valko has been chatting up both upper and lowerclassmens, making friends everywhere, and Caleb fits his vibe so they quickly became friends. After Zayne and Caleb rekindled, Caleb invites both seniors out to drink. One night, Zayne ended up super drunk and the three stumble their way to Zayne's dorm room. Making sure he doesn't die, the other two slept over, and that bonding experience has changed the status of their friendship ever since.

I imagine midterms and finals week are the most fun, because it's 3 super smart geniuses trying to not die from over-studying, and it actually helps because being with each other helps with their nerves. They go to Zayne's room, bc it's clean.

It's also cute because there's no competition. No one's beating anyone. They can be the top students of their respective fields, so there's no friendship-breaking pressure to win against one another.

[abyssyby]

Another funny thing about the SMAUs: Mephisto the willing accomplice!! 😆😆

HEAOIJDOISW he's their telephone fr!! 😂😂

"pisto, what it say?" lucian would wonder, staring at a long message from papa's phone. letters and numbers evenly spaced and curated, but making no sense to the three year old. mephisto flutters down from his perch and lands on the baby's head, ruffling hair and tickling ears as he beats his wings to a stop. his beak opens, and out comes his voice— mellow, slightly flat (sylus is working on that), but clear— "Mission Report Seven-Three-Six. Correspondence: Crow Oh-Six..." lucian frowns. "top. next." "Text from: Ao. The aethercore parts are—" lucian yawns. "next." "Text from: Beloved." "ah, that's mama!" "Lucian is not getting that snake." lucian gasps. "no! what papa say?" "Sent: You're no fun." lucian nods as if he were part of the conversation. "a'mama say yes?" mephisto shakes his head. a new text pops up in the thread, and lucian's eyes light up. "pisto! read, read!" "Text from: Beloved. Lucian, stop reading your father's messages." "how you know!!" he screeches into the phone. glancing around in horror, trying to spot you creeping up on him from the corners of the room. "Text from: Beloved. I'm your mother. I know everything." lucian gapes at his traitorous accomplice and shakes him off his head. "noo, pisto!!" Mephisto squawks apologetically, nuzzles the boy's cheek in good nature and flies off. Just in time to herald sylus's entrance, who picks up both his phone and his squirming son in his arms to take him to meet your judgement.

[xoxobrowniexoxo]

A miss opportunity...

[signoreratto]

I'm sure they have a lot to talk about