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Dividers By @dollywons

[bluerose5]

Thank you, Black people in fandom spaces. Thank you, Black creators and Black lurkers. Thank you Black artists, Black writers. Thank you, Black bloggers, Black influencers. Shoutout to those Black characters, both canon and original. Thank you, Black people, both queer and cishet.

Your perspectives matter. Your representation matters. You are not bothersome for demanding equal treatment in fandom. It is not your responsibility to make fandom more welcoming and inclusive to you. It is not your sole responsibility to create all of the Black-centered content. You are not "ruining" anyone's fun for demanding better for yourself, and anyone who says otherwise can go fuck themselves. Any fandom worth being a part of should have no room for racism in it.

Black people in fandom, you are wanted. You are needed. You are loved and appreciated. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

And since they don't get told it near enough, thank you, Black women especially!!!

[qintten]

happy aprilus! 🐦‍⬛♥️

have some free MC gifs/stickers! use them to your heart's content ꉂ(˵˃ ᗜ ˂˵) creds appreciated but not needed i hope everyone has a sylusful month!

f!mc version ━ ✧ ₊˚ 🐱

m!MC version ━ ✧ ₊˚ 🐱

ps: i used MC's default hair for this but if ppl ask, i'll try to do other hairstyles? │˶˙ᯅ˙˶)꜆ pls be gentle im but an office lady

pps: oh but the kitten ears will stay. you are kitten... we are kitten.

[mrsqins]

you tried really hard to not let him get to you.

really, you did!

but sylus had an insufferable knack for pissing you off.

"sy?" despite the calmness across your features, your eye twitching showed you were anything but. "where is he?"

if you weren't so focused on keeping your breathing regulated, you would've seen the reassured grin slipping onto his face, far too cocky as he casually fiddled with his gun.

"where is who, kitten?" his voice was a lazy drawl as he dragged his gaze up to meet yours. "you'll have to be more specific."

"you know!" when waving your hands in the air only earned you a raised brow, you groaned. "my grumpy crow plushie! he was on the bed when i left for work, and now he's gone!"

"ah." he brought his gaze back down to the gun he was maintaining, and you could see the way his lip curled. "that thing? perhaps he ran off to find his own kitten."

"sy!" you marched over, grabbing the gun from his hands. he seemed all too pleased as you placed it on the table. "i know you have something to do with this! spit it out!"

"i'm telling the truth, sweetie." he held his hands up, placing one over his heart. "the crow wished to find a companion, so he left."

"sylus qin." you poked at his chest, scowling. "if you don't tell me, i swear-"

"you're more worried about a plushie than your own husband." he lamented, a dramatic sigh escaping his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist, tugging you between his legs. "you haven't even asked how my day was."

".. how was your day, sylus?" your hands drifted to his hair reflexively.

"very productive." he nodded, resting his head against your stomach, nuzzling into you. "i made a few deals.. dealt with some troublemakers.. aided a crow to find a new home-"

and with those words, you tugged on his hair. he barely seemed fazed, only lifting his head at your pull to smile up at you.

"where. is. my. plushie?" you demanded an answer, scowling down at him.

"the closet." he decided to answer truthfully this time, if only to catch a glimpse of the sight of you running off to see if his claims were true.

"why did you put him in there?!" you hugged grumpy crow as soon as you found him, glaring daggers at his "kidnapper."

sylus merely shrugged, leaning his head against his palm. "he was stealing from me."

"stealing from- he's a plushie!" you moved to storm towards the bed, but a hand grabbing your wrist stopped you. you brought your gaze up, finding him watching you, a strange gleam to his eyes.

"he was stealing my wife's attention." he spoke as if it was a grievous sin, bringing you into his arms. a steady hand rested on your hip, the second sliding up to cup the back of your neck. "why would you cuddle with.. him if i'm only a call away?"

"when did i..?" you paused, before glaring at him. "are you seriously jealous that i was holding him before bed last night?"

"you should be holding me instead." he huffed, tugging you impossibly closer. "surely i'm better than cotton and cloth?"

"you're so dramatic." you grumbled, holding the plushie up. "he's just a plushie!"

"plushie or not, i'm not sharing our bed with him." he turned his head away, nose up in the air for dramatic effect. "who will you choose, sweetie, me or the plushie?"

he wasn't even fully surprised that he ended up sleeping on the couch that night.

[yeovv-r]

HE IS SOOO LOVED ngl whenever I think my hyperfixation over him is withering away I go back stronger 🥹🥹

Im so excited to render this is super cold here amd its gonna be so cozy and fuzzy and all good things like a plate of warm creamy dish while its raining outside 🥹

[simplymeghana]

"in every life, we will find each other..."

myth watercolor ensemble complete!

(and of course, these all look much nicer irl before my eyes without scanning nonsense lmao)

[gingerrootandsoot]

Caleb from LADS is my least favorite character out of them all but I can’t get this idea out of my head so here yall go lol:

I just imagined reader scrolling on their phone one hot summers night looking for the perfect video to “relieve” herself to on some porn site. Five minutes into the search , reader finds a video named “petits morveux” with a thumbnail of some faceless hot guy eating some lucky girl out and decides to click on it. Even though the video is only five seven minutes, it makes reader soak the bed, something that usually takes longer to do just on a video alone.

After cleaning up and changing the sheets, reader gets curious and starts looking for more videos and goes on the profile that posted it and finds about over a dozen more more. All with the same guy and all saying “petits morveux” but it in different places and positions. For example “petit morveux dans le parc”. All of the videos all have the same kind of girl down to the color of her eyes and all say things in French. As you start to really pay attention, you notice how similar she looks to you and you decide to subscribe to his page. before you could dive deeper, a message from Caleb comes through, stopping you from digging further.

It’s a good thing he messages you because you were one click away from finding out they were all about you and his fantasy to eat you out on every surface imaginable and that if you search petits morveux it means “pipsqueak”.

Yeah basically PornstarCalebxNonMc!Reader lol

[gingerrootandsoot]

“Compromise”

Vampire!HusbandSylusQinxNonMCHumanWife!Reader

TW: FLUFF & Claustrophobia Mentioned

“Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to feel pressured, sweetie.”

You nod almost too fast in fear he might change his mind. Sylus sighs softly and asks you once more just for good measure before opening his car door and coming to your side. “I only ask because for the majority, this is quite morbid.” You again reassure him that you’re more than okay with this choice before heading inside. Even though your mouth is saying one thing, he can sense the utter fear you have just by looking at your eyes and how your chest rose and fell quicker than normal. Inside where, you ask?

A funeral home.

Now why in the world were you both heading to a funeral home and on Sylus’s birthday of all days? Well, to pick a casket of course. Not just any casket, a marital casket. It was initially your idea, tired of sleeping alone in the large California King bed while your husband slept separately in his casket. At first, he immediately said no due to the reputation and meaning behind caskets in general, your claustrophobia, and most of all, his fear that he might not be able to control himself with your sent practically smothering him inside. The idea that his human wife wanted to lay beside him alone made his still heart putter patter but to sleep? If possible, he’d have a heart attack.

“I don’t feel as though this is wise, pet” he says, hesitating to take another step into the parlor.

“But Sy, I want to be next to you!” You reply, eyes looking up at him eagerly even though the fear still shows.

“I understand that but I would be failing as a husband if. I decide to ignore your obvious feelings of fear, dear.”

You glance down at your hands and realize that your attempt to hide your obvious fear has failed miserably. Of not for your already sped up heartbeat that’s almost visible through your shirt, your hands were practically vibrating in fear.

You protest, “B-but-“

“Kitten..”

You stop mid stutter. “I just..really want to be closer with you. It feels so lonely in that bed.” Something breaks in him when you say that. The last thing he wants his wife to feel is loneliness. “Let’s go get dinner and talk it over. Maybe we can find a compromise.” His tone soft while wiping away a stray tear. “Is that alright, my love?” You nod and then give his arm a big squeeze, signaling that you were ready to go. On the ride home from dinner, an idea pops up in your head. One that will not just help you sleep, but also avoid the coffin.

A plushie. A life size 6ft plushie of him. You think it’s amazing. He’s already jealous of it and it’s not even made yet.

In the end, a plush was made and you were adamant in making sure his scent was all over it so that you would instantly relax as soon as you held it in your arms. Though a bit envious, he thought it adorable that you wanted his touch so much that you had one made. He even puts it into his coffin from time to time so that he can smell your scent while you’re away but he will never tell you that.

[hunterrami]

sylus mc fluff

[muvaginger]

Hello lovely! Since you’re taking more angst requests I’d like to send one in. I was thinking about maybe Raf or Sy in my head but you can choose any of the boys, where he and reader get into a fight and he says something hurtful and she snaps and starts yelling and screaming and he realizes the impact of his words? (I do prefer happy endings but if you prefer a no comfort ending go for it)

I just feel like in most of these angsts the MC is so soft and docile. I myself cannot imagine just standing there and taking it. I’d get angry and scream probably.

Thank ya love! 🖤

“Warm Body”

Situationship!SylusQinxNonMc!Reader

TW: Angst/No comfort, Arguing, Slapping (Sylus Rec)

Jealous? Now why would he call you that?

Knowing damn well your feelings and concerns about his new “pet” are not just valid but true to a tea? Why would he look you straight in your face and say that you’re being irrational and that what is as clear as day isn’t? That what you saw wasn’t them flirting but just them “acting” for work and that him practically tongue fucking her in front of not just you, but everyone in attendance this very night at the Gala was just an act? He couldn’t really think you were that gullible, right?

Wrong. He thought worse of you and you were about to find out.

“You’re acting as though we are together, kitten.”

“Are we not?”

“Y/n-“

“If not, why the fuck did you move me into your estate? Why the hell did you practically beg me to-“

“No one begged you to stay here and I did not move you in. You brought it upon yourself to bring your things here.”

“You can’t be serious?” You say in disbelief. “Then what the hell are we?”

“Well, we were friends with Ben-“

“Friends?”

“Two people who wanted a mutual outcome.“ he said annoyingly. “But from where I stand, we were never on the same page. You wanted a boyfriend when I just wanted to have a little fun. A fling not some territorial, jealous partner.”

There’s that word again, Jealous. And to make it worse, your feelings were one sided.

As soon as you heard the word “jealous” and “fling”, you completely lost it. How could he call what you both have, no HAD just a fling? Same man who is calling you jealous is the same person who Almost cave an innocent guys chest in for making you laugh just a bit to hard for his liking but YOU were jealous? It didn’t just piss you off it broke your heart. Why the hell did he even ask you to stay with him for? Why did he practically beg to strip you naked? To kiss you? What the hell was the point?

Shortly after, you start shouting and it doesn’t take long for him to return the energy. Things were thrown and words were said but what stopped it all was him completely shattering your heart. “Why are you shocked? You couldn’t nor will ever compare to her. You were just someone I could easily lay with. A warm body to cling to. Nothing more.” He spat, words filled with the most vile venom and spite. You froze, eyes slowly filling to the brim with tears.

Nothing more, huh?

You laugh hysterically, making him step back and truly reflect on what he just proclaimed.It must of been the way your expression changed because he immediately had a look of instant regret. The look in his eyes as soon as he realized how far he had gone and how nasty he became was nothing short of disgust with himself. He couldn’t take it back nor could he stop you from suddenly dashing out the door with the little belongings you could carry. His words fell on deaf ears, the participant no longer reachable. Attempting to grab you, he was met with a hard, sharp slap that echoed between the walls of the once shared bedroom.

“Y/N, wait”

“Let go of me”

“Kitten, I didn’t mean-“

You shove him alway, your now bloodshot eyes glaring up at him.

“Remember, I was nothing more than a warm body, Sylus.”

Before he could protest further, you were out of the room and had slammed the door behind you, making the walls shake from the sudden force. The silence following afterwards taking any air that was left and sucking it out.

[muvaginger]

Sylus hated going to funerals.

Was it because it was grim? Sure but also it was because of the countless funerals he was forced to attend. They were a reminder that no matter how much you try to protect the ones you love that death will always prevail. To him, death was an undefeated and cruel opponent whose only mission was to take. Not the guider of souls whose only job was to get you to the other side. Death was a rival who always found a way to win the game, even cursing Sylus to watch as his the person he deemed was his soulmate was taken away from him through the cruelest of ways over and over again. Death was his enemy who gave him the curse of immortality. Death took away what mattered most. And now death has done it again. But instead of just taking you, he has taken the boys as well and it only took the flicker of a flame. A flame so bright that it blinded whoever looked at it.

How could this happen?

Simple, someone or something hacked the security systems shutting off the fire alarms and sealed every door and window, causing the the silent but deadly gas catch flame to one of mcs candles that were lit and the rest was history.

Where was Sylus?

At an event downtown with mc, parading around while trying to find someone who’s been going behind his back. He and mc silenced their phones so they could see the hundreds of texts and calls coming in. On top of that, mc was tasked on changing the codes due to a recent hack scare and didn’t think to tell the others the new codes so that they could override the system. While blissfully unaware, you, the twins and some staff slowly burned to death. By the time Sylus came to realize that something was off and had the thought to look at his phone, you were all gone.

Oh and guess who found you all? Mephisto,

The cute mechanical companion who came just in time to see the entire estate burned down and quickly get the news back to Sylus. The look on his face was one of shock. You? The twins? Dead? Impossible. He quickly ran out without a second thought and by the time he got there, it was nothing but rubble. The most hardest part that completely broke him was finding your charred body being protected by who he later on identified as the twins. All of you were holding on to each other until your last breaths.

So now after attending a funeral for three, caskets made from the finest materials and flowers grown only in the most dangerous places covered the parlor, he slowly turns around and walks past mc, cold and heartbroken. She tries to comfort him and was met with the most emotionless eyes she’s ever seen. “I will find them and I will make them pay” that’s what his eyes projected. Not a tear shed but pure rage. Till this day, no one knows who or what did this. Well, one person does.

Afterall, if she was to have him to herself, you nor the twins couldn’t be in the picture. Fives a crowd and she prefers even numbers so you could understand right? Why she, mc, had to get rid of you and the twins right?

Right?

[souliloqui]

suggestive | fem!sylus x gn!reader

summary: a discovery is made about sylus.

cw: nipple piercings

You see them during a training session. Obvious outlines against the thinness of Sylus' tank top. The first thought that pops into your mind is nipple piercings but you shake the thought away and tell yourself you're just seeing things.

Shadows playing tricks as you dodge and weave around Sylus' aggressive offense. But your eyes keep flickering to her full chest, tracing the curve of her cleavage and dropping down to her peaked nipples. The very sight on a regular day ignites a too-hot fire in the pit of your stomach. But the fire bellows and roars when you see the outlines again. Outlines that form the shape of barbells pierced through sensitive flesh.

Nipple piercings.

Your lizard brain's yelling the words at you, desperate in a disbelieving whine.

Nipple piercings.

Nipple piercings.

Nipple piercings!

There's a sudden tilt in your balance, causing your world to turn on its side. You hit the padded floor with a loud gasp before you're rolled onto your back. Above you, Sylus' red eyes pierce right into you. As if she can read your thoughts and pull out your most inner kept secrets.

She stares at you a moment longer before saying, "You were distracted."

Tongue tied, you can only nod and try hard not to look at her breasts again. It's a hard-fought battle as Sylus is leaning down and the low neck of her tank top offers the most enticing view.

She's also not wearing a bra.

You hold in a whimper.

"J-just got caught up in thinking about work," you stammer, lying badly through your teeth. "Got–got too much paperwork to do tomorrow."

Sylus raises a brow, her expression unreadable, before tilting her head.

"I see," she replies and reaches out a hand to help you up. "Well, if you joined Onychinus, you wouldn't have all that paperwork clogging up your mind."

"Yeah, yeah," you murmur, allowing Sylus to pull you to your feet. She uses a little too much strength which has you falling into her space with a tiny noise of surprise. Her scent hits your nose instantly, her warmth falling over you as you stand almost chest to chest. Unable to help it, your eyes dart down to the swell of her breasts and your lizard brain screams at you to bury your face in them.

But your lizard brain shuts up when you feel Sylus lean in closer. Her warmth turns to molten heat as her skin presses against yours and her chest...

Your knees nearly buckle.

You can feel them.

"If you joined Onychinus," Sylus murmurs, voice low and silky smooth as it caresses your flushed ear. "You could spend your time thinking and looking at my chest." She chuckles softly, landing a small kiss on the curve of your ear. "You're not sly, sweetie. Undressing me with your eyes. I didn't think you had it in you."

Frantic words crawl up your throat, the need to defend yourself appearing like wildfire. But Sylus kills them with an ease only she possess, flattens you whole as her smile imprints into your skin when she whispers,

"And just to clarify, they are pierced."

[gingerrootandsoot]

WELP-

[blessdunrest-deactivated2026042]

Take Aim

summary: Whispers of a god weakened by war, songs chanting a fortuitous resurrection, a sleeping deity starved and hungry for souls, bodies left husks of their original selves, the Order ordained your expertise. And wherever you went, Sylus followed. side story to Undead/Necromancer AU Cw: mentions of human sacrifice, abuse, psychological manipulation, child turned into soldier, cult-like behavior, violence, bloodshed, fem!reader, angst, hurt/no comfort, character death now playing: Fear's Enemy by Kings & Creatures, Matt Nicholson, William Morris a/n: this was a long time coming, nova. thank you for waiting so patiently for your fic title request. also, for the people i tagged, please let me know if you'd rather be removed (tagged people who were previously interested in this series)

i. rise

When Sylus wakes, he can still hear your screams.

Raw, piercing, half-curled around his name.

It catches in his throat more than the breath that suddenly returns. More than the putrid smell of a body beginning to decay. More than the ichor dribbling from his veins, aching from knowing the distance unwillingly placed between him and you. 

For many moons, he prided himself for keeping you safe. Happy. Loved. Pushed to the carnal limits of what you will allow. But never this. 

Never did he want to inject you with fear. 

The image of you screaming in terror jump-starts his heart, forcibly mending broken bones and setting aflame a vengeance that awakens only when a threat larger than his moniker is named—

Atrocity. 

A roar rips through the atmosphere, declaring his claim. 

Burn. Let the world burn in his wake. Let the monstrosity that people shall not name rise again if it means he can erase your pain.  

ii. pulse

Her name was Lily. 

A grunge rat from the sewers who took your hand and tearfully asked for coin. Her clothes were loose, shoes frayed, bruises littered in too many places to name. 

A part of you wondered why she chose you out of everyone else in the square. This was a place of riches: of nobles who strutted wealth like peacocks, of stalls overflowing with bread, of lovers who wouldn’t miss a stolen ring or two. But there was something about her —eyes haunted by memory, back hunched from nights where straw was the warmest company, voice lost as if engulfed by seas of fire and flame—a familiarity that pulsed into the fabric of your being: 

“Run, child, only your own two feet can save you.” 

And you knew then and there—you never stood a chance.

iii. veil

The townsfolk called them saints. 

Saviors who coddled orphans, gave them an education, turned their lives around as if they never knew the smell of pissed-on cobblestone. Priests who cleansed the mottle of impending death and illness from skin, sisters who became the righteous protectors of girls too young to know the meaning of chastity, brothers who guarded the peace with a degree of belligerence that rivaled even the most experienced adventurers. An unnamed organization that sought to narrow the divide between the filth oppressed by overwhelming riches. 

But beneath the veil, there laid a darker vein of truth, polluting even the waters feeding the citadel. 

Sacrifice.

Whispers of a god weakened by war, songs chanting a fortuitous resurrection, a sleeping deity starved and hungry for souls, bodies left husks of their original selves, the Order ordained your expertise. 

And wherever you went, Sylus followed.

iv. trust

Sylus doesn’t appreciate sharing. 

An impressionable duckling trailing behind you, Lily holds your heart in its near entirety. 

You smother her in kisses when you wake, adorn her with flower crowns, slip a bracelet (or two) around her scrawny wrists, smooth away the baby hairs and braid the strands that are strengthened by you massaging her scalp each day. 

He is not afraid to admit he is jealous.

But he also knows this child, who might as well be part-fiend, is precious to you. So, if only to assuage your pointed concern at his growing irritation, he tries to bridge the gap.

“Won’t you come closer?” Each word unfurls through sharpened teeth. Lily hides behind you, trembling like a newborn lamb. 

“Sylus.”

What? He blinks innocently at you, in that slow way cats do when they are an inch away from mischief. You narrow your eyes, he extends his hand, and Lily flinches as he gently opens her palm. 

When he withdraws, a hairpin gleams in her name. 

White as snow, framed by viridian glass warmed by firelight, she smiles—four and two teeth shining in crooked rows. She scrambles onto Sylus’s lap, shyness evaporating into exuberance and leans closer to him. 

Help me? Her eyes are devoid of falsehoods, only longing. He huffs and obliges, easily slipping the pin behind her ear. 

And in turn, he pretends to ignore the rumble in his chest when she combs her fingers through his hair, allowing her to scratch near the horns he hides so well.  

A show of trust, a show of childhood innocence. 

The air is cloying in its newfound fragrance. Sweet, almost stifling. 

You smile and hope this family is an indulgence you can finally keep.

v. blade

She never intended to wield the blade. 

But there was something alluring in their words—syrupy, reassuring, no longer tasting like sin, wrapped in promised sanctity—that quickly made their home underneath her skin. 

“Eat your fill, child.”

“You are not alone.”

“Here, have this.”

“Why? Because you have a power no one else can wield: the power to protect others who cannot protect themselves.”

“Again, you won’t survive otherwise.”

“See how it bleeds? That is your first sign of victory.”

“Good, you’re more convincing now.”

“Hear those screams? Our Savior is pleased by our offerings.” 

Until all that remained was one reverberating clarity: 

“You are freeing them from their endless suffering.” 

A suffering she believed to be true, a deliverance she could only fulfill, a girl—once innocent, once without a roof over her head or a meal to keep her warm, once devoid of purpose—now tasked to become the judicator. 

vi. traditor

You suppose this is within the realm of acceptable punishments. 

Waking from nightmares, surrounded by mysterious figures in cloaks, the slow drudgery of consciousness pounding a war drum in your skull. 

It’s nothing new to you—to be labelled as the harbinger of ill omens, to be lured into a den of wolves who prey upon your supposed naivete, to be splayed upon an altar waiting for death. 

And while the thought of an afterlife no longer alarms you, this is becoming tiresome. 

To be judged for having a power belonging to fallen saints— 

“See how she breathes life into the flame. The pyre burns for her, caresses her skin, look how the dead bend to her name.”  

“You will bring calamity upon us all.”

To be given the whip instead of tender praise—

“Do you not see the harm she’s already done? She started the famine. She killed our unborn children. She was born on the night of the red moon!”  

“You will make a fine offering to our god.” 

To be accused of eradicating an entire village when they were the first to endlessly take—

“Run, child, only your own two feet can save you.”

You ran until your lungs forgot the meaning of air. Gasping, sobbing, cheeks smeared with the blood of your brethren. Spears driven into still-beating hearts, collapsing in front of you like marionette dolls that forgot the meaning of play.

When you found the courage to return, fury consumed you. 

You held back the bile that singed your throat, disgusted by the smell of ashen bone, flesh charred beyond repair. Their bodies were unrecognizable, but you prayed and prayed and prayed: if there was a higher power listening to you, you did not want mercy, you wanted despair. Words escaped you—ancient, unknowing, stitching together souls screaming to tear the world asunder. 

The first of your loyal knights arose—once alive, once breathing, nevermore. 

And now you were wondering if you would ever tire of this: 

“What a pity. I liked playing house with you.”

If not for your returning sight, you would have missed it. A glint of ivory betrayed by flickering candlelight. Hair neatly braided into folds you only knew. Wrists marked by jewelry you chose together, previously loose, now tight around grown hands you no longer knew. 

The veil glimmers away in the dark.

“Lily, please.”

You try to indulge the fantasy a little longer, to remind her of the bonds you share, to align the opposing selves starting to sour the trust you gave. Helpless child no more, woman forged into a weapon, falsehoods now in the open.

But there’s a cruelty that brews, that reminds you of her own volition. 

How she was the one who led you to the chapel housing the murmured saints. How her honeyed lips could spell no wrongs as she assured you would be safe. How the shadows quickly swarmed you, how she fought and bit her captors just like you, how they pressed knives against their throats to take you hostage, how you struggled to choose which of your loves to save, how she made the choice for you—driving a hidden dagger through your beloved’s heart, the same one gleaming dangerously above you. 

And as the blade rapidly descends, your answer lights old embers aflame: 

You will never tire of this bitter, traitorous taste. 

The candles extinguish, heralding a new fate. 

“What a shame.”

No one will come to recite your names. 

vii. calamity

Sylus arrives on the coats of a fiery tempest, ropes of burnt orange streaking through stormy silver.

There's no more hiding—obsidian armoring a familiar face, claws itching for a belligerent taste, swinging gunmetal ready to bring atrocity's foundation to its early grave.

He doesn’t fear violence anymore.

Not like he used to.

“Monster!”

He watched them flee, cherub fingers grasping empty air. 

“Burn them at the stake!”

They took with the intention to unmake. Gold. Unpolished jewels. Trophies hammered into wood, deprived of their final resting place. Unborn babes. Trumpets shattering eardrums too young to distinguish between dread and fate.

Survival demanded severance be the singular choice.

Hair his mother lovingly combed with polished bone. Gone. Horns his father prided for rivaling the curtain call of dusk. Gone. Stories spoken in archaic tongues, yearning for flight that knew no bounds. Gone.

He remembers.

"You are the last of us—"

He ignores their screams, roaring your name.

"Don't look back—"

You, faint, finally within reach.

Shared tears and surrounding bloodshed a testament of the family you could no longer keep.

"Run, child—"

Fangs gleam under torchlight, hands join, raising to take aim.

One by one, their statues crumble, slain by shadowed swords.

One by one, their altars become dust, an overdue vengeance for innocent souls now paid.

One by one, their reliefs of a falsified god rumored to save humanity—the worst of it—from calamity slowly return to scorched earth.

"Only your two feet can save you now."

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[gingerrootandsoot]

[muvaginger]

“Forgotten”

SylusQinXNonMc!Reader

TW: HEAVY ANGST, Mentions of blood, Death ?(reader?) Cliffhanger, mentioning of Mc, Jealousy

Note: not proofread so my bad. Also this is the first Drabble I’ve made in almost A YEAR so bare with me, eh ? 🥹

“Oh fuck.”

You strain to say while coughing up ash and struggling to get out under a huge piece of the building that once stood high. You can partially only move one set while the other was completely crushed paired with a barely function left arm. The explosion from the poorly executed bomb that Sylus trusted that Hunter with was massive and It definitely got the job done but at the expense of everyone including yourself in a tough spot or dead.

As your eyesight starts to becoming clearer, you can see from a ways away from you Sylus looking frantically. A sigh of relief washed over you as you attempt to call out to him in which he immediately looks your way. For a second, you think you see him walking towards you until he suddenly stops and his head snaps the other way. Your eyes slowly follow the sound and your brain registers who he’s looking at. Her. The hunter. And before you could blink, he ran towards her.

“Did he just…leave me?”

He didn’t even hesitate and he didn’t even give you a second glance. Like the wind he was gone and the fact that he did it so effortlessly stunned you. Sure, you could think rationally and understand seeing as she’s weaker and less capable to keep herself alive unlike a trained professional as yourself but seeing that panicked expression on his face at the thought of that useless woman getting a scratch on her let alone being gravely injured stirred up something in you. An emotion you refused to accept and pushed down ever since she first appeared almost six months ago…

Jealousy.

The way he throws all reasoning out the window just for her. How he practically turns the entire N109 Zone upside down just to find her. How every time she enters a room or looks at him, his eyes soften in a way that would make anyone observing think he’s completely enamored by her. And there’s no mistaking it, he is enamored by her and you refused to see it until now. Funny how slowly bleeding out and dying forces you to finally face the facts.

You WERE and ARE jealous of her.

The feeling made you squirm. How could you be jealous of her? You are skillful, reliable and more woman than she could ever be and you have proven time and time again that you were more suitable, no the right choice for Sylus so why in the hell would you be jealous of her? She was clueless, reckless, childish and mediocre at best. You couldn’t for the life of you up until this very moment find the reason why until you saw his face. It was one you never thought you would see on his face. A look that only is given to someone that makes him feel a certain way. A certain way that you have never made him feel. Love.

Has it always been this way?

“Of course not” you say to convince yourself as you recount watching the person you trusted with your life and heart leave you without a second thought underneath the rubble to save some girl with barely two functioning braincells elsewhere, using the remaining strength you have to attempt to crawl out but barely moving at all. But you knew it was and the ache from the gaping wound on the side of your chest and the leg injury but also your heart felt it too.

Were the nights lying next to him in his bed, naked bodies pressed against each other like two perfect puzzle pieces meant nothing? The evenings drinking together and handling the cities dirtiest individuals just business? Were you just a past time before he found her? Were you always just a placeholder? Did he ever have feelings for you like you did for him? You tried so hard to keep him and give your all to him but what if it wasn’t enough? What if you were too rigid and hard for him? What if all along it was never you?

Your vision starts becoming blurry again, head feeling heavier than before. The memories you held dear start pouring in, making tears mixed with blood and soot burning slowly down your cheek. “Well fuck me.” You chuckle weakly. Of course the last thing you imagine seeing is him running through the fire and rubble to come save you. Would he have the same amount of fear and care in his eyes like he did for her? What if you’re dead by then? Would he feel anything?

God you hate yourself but hey, it’s a nice thing to dream about before closing your eyes. He forgot about you and he’s not coming back and maybe that’s for the best because if he did and saved you, you would never be able to forgive him or her. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a dream and he did come back about a short time later with help. Were you alive? Who knows. But he came and if only you could have seen his face.

Maybe you would have gotten your answer.

[muvaginger]

Boyfriend!SylusQinXGN!NonMc!Reader

TW: HEAVY on the Angst/No Happy Ending

NOTE: Non Mc reader. The bestfriend mentioned is Mc

You haven’t been yourself since the fight and he knows that you’ll never be.

He couldn’t deny what his motive was when he said the things he said to you. He wanted his words to hurt, wanted them to land. But he never wanted them to stick. No, he never wanted them to completely destroy you but they did. He thought that you would like you have always done, let them roll off your back and come back at him harder. Say something twice as hurtful or witty. But instead, he was met with a stunned silence. There was no yelling, no screaming, not even a slap to the face. Nothing but stunned silence and hot tears slowly falling down your face.

When was the last time you cried? Have you ever even cried around him?

No, because he up to this point had always made you smile and laugh harder than anyone you’ve ever known. She’s a tear? Sure, when he’s making you die of laughter at two am but never this. This? This was new and this was serious. Your sudden silence, your painful expression, your eyes. All of it was foreign to him and the immediate feeling of regret started growing rapidly in his chest.

He’s never seen you look like that. Ever.

And he never thought he would. He could have sworn that he would end anyone if they made you feel and look this way once upon a time. But here he is, staring at you and you staring back at him with the very expression he swore to never have you make. This was far from just being hurt, he went entirely way too far and he doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t even remember what you both were fighting about.

What were you both fighting about?

Right, about his bestfriend. His overbearing, line crossing, “I knew him longer” bestfriend. The friend that had made you, his partner, uneasy since the day you met them. The friend who constantly disrespected every boundary you tried to place and then when confronted, would make themselves the victim. Didn’t help that he as your partner didn’t back you up but instead made excuses for why this friend acted this way. That majority of the major fights you both have are because of her and how they treat you. This fight was just like those but worse. So much worse.

He didn’t just defend her, he insulted you.

Insulted you by calling you jealous, envious and overly possessive. Yeah, he went there. When you countered he simply said that maybe if you were more into the things he cared about, you wouldn’t be so insecure around his bestfriend. Insecure? Insecure. The cherry on top? He proceeds to say that if he actually wanted her, he would have never approached you and just went with her because then he wouldn’t have to pull tooth and nail to get her to do something he wants to do and that’s when you completely shut down. He said so much more but what he said last was what put the nail in the coffin. “Maybe I should have listened to everyone and just gave her a shot.” And before he could stop himself, it was already said.

Theres no stopping it. The end is near and he knows it.

After that, you shut down and just stare at him. You couldn’t hear anything else afterwards and it was as though your ears no longer heard anything he was saying. Everything he was saying sounded like he was underwater and you couldn’t hear and by the time you came to, he was attempting to hug you in which you gently push him away and walk out. He knew he fucked up. He knew that he basically destroyed any trust that was left. It’s been a month and his once vibrant partner has now become detached. No more cute texts, no more rambling about your day or about the new show you found and now are obsessed with it. Nothing. See he could try and work around some stuff but no longer feeling your touch? Hearing your laughter? Seeing you smile? No, that was too much.

But there was nothing he could do.

He tried everything. Yes he apologized but it changed nothing. It was as if you were on factory reset, a shell of yourself and he no longer has access to the bright, radiant part of you. You sleep on the edge of the bed, push away any and all physical contact and when asked to go anywhere with him, you decline. His friends have noticed the decline of your presence including his bestfriend and have started asking questions. You were Afterall the life of the party. He would just say you were either busy with work or sick but everyone pretty much knew what was happening and unlike him predicted the end.

It was on his birthday and you only left your house key and the half of the utilities you both split. No letters nor notice, just gone.

At that point, three months had passed and without notice, you left. He was at work and came home early because he didn’t hear anything from you. Up till this point, you at least gave him one to two sentence responses so when he heard nothing, he was worried. When he opened the door to see the key and letter packed with money on the counter, he completely lost it. He was blocked everywhere and later found out everyone else was as well. You really were gone and you really left without saying goodbye and why. He felt ridiculous for thinking that you were over it. How could you be?

In the end, he broke the person who was the only one who truly cared for him and as he sits there on the couch you once shared with him, he goes back to the day of the fight and how malicious he was and how you looked. He should have listened. He should have protected you like you did countless times. But he can’t now and that will haunt him for the rest of his life.

[gingerrootandsoot]

Haiii it’s 🐻 anon again!

Will there be a part two for your most recent fic because HELLO?!?

Hello again! And OOF 👀

There is no part 2 for that one. I’m the cliffhanger queen so most of my fics either end on a cliffhanger or just end. I’m sorry, love.

[gingerrootandsoot]

Because forcing Vampire!Sylus to watch his beloved wife (you) get captured and burned at the stake for refusing some random troglodytes advances seems fun.