⋆˚꩜.ᐟ : including — cutesy hcs, avg fluff, implied marriage!
[౨ৎ] synopsis: random domestic things the lads!men do
[♡₊˚ ♕]: her highness's decree: Don't know what I'm gonna post after this lol, we might do a freaked out multi poll but summer themed or sum idk
౨ৎ ⟶ lads masterlist
SYLUS
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ puts his hand over sharp table corners when you walk past them; He does it so naturally you almost miss it. Whenever you walk past sharp table corners or low hanging edges, his hand is already there before you even register it. His warm palm pressed against the edge, cushioning it so you don’t bump into it. Most of the time, you don’t even realize it’s happened until you feel it—Sylus's hand brushing lightly against the side of your head instead of wood.
And when you finally do notice, it’s always the same.
You pause, turning your head slightly to look at him, caught between confusion and that soft, familiar flutter in your chest.
Sylus doesn’t look at you right away. Only after a moment does his gaze flick toward you, calm and gentle, but softer when it meets your eyes. "Careful there, sweetie," he says, a teasing lilt threading through his voice.
"Wouldn't want an injured kitten on our hands, would we?"
ZAYNE
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ knows exactly when your social battery is dying and gets you out of conversations; He notices when your smile starts to thin just a little too quickly in conversations, when your answers get shorter, when your eyes start drifting instead of really landing anywhere. He never interrupts you while it’s happening. He just waits until the exact second it becomes too much for you to keep pretending.
“Excuse me,” Zayne says smoothly when he finally steps in, appearing beside you as if he’s always been there. One hand settles lightly at your back, subtle enough that no one questions it, but firm enough that your shoulders immediately relax. Your coworker is still talking about some article she read, but Zayne’s presence quickly disrupts the rhythm of the conversation.
Zayne doesn't necessarily make it sudden or awkward, just gently redirects it, polite words and his calm authority wrapping around the conversation until it naturally dissolves.
And it's moments like that that make you so so grateful to be married to someone like zayne.
You barely even realized how much you’d been holding in until it’s suddenly gone, like someone finally loosened a tight knot in your chest. By the time you reach his car, the evening air feels colder than you expected. Zayne opens the passenger door for you without a word, like he already knows you’re running on empty.
You slide into the warm interior of his car, sinking back into the seat with a soft exhale, lashes fluttering shut for just a second longer than intended. “Thank you for that, zaynie,” you murmur tiredly as he settles into the driver’s seat beside you.
Zayne glances at you, the faintest curve forming at the corner of his mouth. His gaze softening as his green eyes flicker over your tired expression, brushing a few stray hairs from your face. “Of course, my love."
CALEB
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ automatically reaches for you when he's excited about something; Caleb has never been good at hiding his enthusiasm—though he's never had any desire to hide it from you. The second he's telling you a story, showing you something cool, or rambling about whatever has caught his attention that day, he's automatically reaching for you without even realizing it.
"Okay, okay, but listen, pips—"
One arm slips around your waist as he talks, pulling you against his side while he launches into whatever ridiculous thing he's currently invested in.
"The wing shape is designed like that for a reason. And if you look here—"
Caleb's excitement only makes him more affectionate. A hand on your shoulder. An arm around your waist. Pulling you closer every few minutes like he physically needs you involved in the conversation. Half the time, he isn't even aware he's doing it.
Too busy sharing something he loves with his favorite person.
And somehow, by the end of it, you've learned absolutely nothing about airplanes, but you've learned quite a bit about how cute your husband looks when he's excited.
XAVIER.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ steals your blankets subconsciously but gives them back immediately when you whine; Xavier has this unconscious habit of stealing your blankets like it’s instinct. It starts innocently enough: movie nights, late evenings, him sitting just a little too close until somehow the entire blanket ends up draped over him instead of you.
You don’t even notice at first.
Until you’re suddenly freezing.
“Xavierrrr” you mumble, tugging at the edge of the blanket.
He stirs slowly, blinking up at you like he’s just been pulled out of a dream. There’s a long pause where he processes absolutely nothing, then—
“…hm?”
“you're hogging the blanket, xavi.”
Silence.
"...Sorry, star."
Then, without argument or complaint, he shifts immediately. Still half-asleep and grumbling under his breath, he lifts the blanket off himself and drapes it back over you, carefully tucking it around your shoulders until you're warm again.
The moment he's satisfied, he settles right back down. His arms slip around your waist, pulling you back against his chest with a sleepy sigh. His face buries itself in the crook of your neck, warm and familiar.
Within minutes, his breathing evens out again.
And by morning?
The blanket will somehow be wrapped around him once more.
RAFAYEL
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ always checks your reflection before his own; Every time you pass a mirror together or find yourselves standing in front of your shared bathroom mirror: Rafayel's eyes find you first.
It doesn't matter if you're dressed up for one of his gallery openings or standing in one of his oversized shirts with your hair half done. His gaze always drifts toward your face before anywhere else.
Most nights, he'll wander into the bathroom while you're doing your skincare, drawn in by your presence more than anything else. You catch his reflection in the mirror as he walks up behind you, arms slipping around your waist before resting his chin on your shoulder. The embrace is loose and familiar, his attention seemingly fixed on your reflection rather than his own.
"Don't stare at me," you mumble, patting moisturizer into your skin. "I look dehydrated right now."
Then his arms only tighten around your waist. "Then you'll be my dehydrated, beautiful muse." He says sweetly, despite the teasing lit in his voice, which makes you roll your eyes as he presses a kiss to your cheek.
"I wonder if I'll still be your muse once I start shedding like a lizard."
Rafayel hums thoughtfully, resting his chin more firmly on your shoulder as he studies your reflection.
"Of course."
"Really?"
"Mm. Then I'd simply paint the most beautiful lizard in existence."
"...you're ridiculous."
Rafayel only smiles, pressing another kiss to your cheek.
"Anything for my muse."
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🐦⬛ some random sylus ramblings idk its 5am please take this offering im going a little bit insane about him
thinking about feeling sylus's skin through his shirt.., the warmth and power there still tangible beneath the fabric. small intimacies like that are important to meee,,
running your hand down his clothed back, then sneaking it underneath his shirt and feeling his bare skin beneath your palm. so soft with just a bit of give to it. feeling his muscles flex under your fingers as he moves to thread his own through your hair in return. i just want to touch him so bad i might cry. Tbh..
you express interest in touching him intimately for the first time, and you receive a flirty, cocky response in return, but are also given full access. sylus is taken by surprise when instead of reciprocating his heated words, you press your cheek against his chest, over his heart, and run your hands up his sides beneath his shirt, your eyes closed in quiet focus. you treat him as a delicate treasure to be worshipped and revered and valued in a way he's never properly experienced before. he'd soften so sweetly and hold you close, enveloping you in his larger form and pressing a kiss to your temple. enjoying the feeling of your small hands exploring their new territory.
feeling his hand gently pressing against the small of your back when you get distracted in public, guiding you.
holding his hand to avoid being separated in a crowd, then keeping them like that even as you leave the crowded location. playfully swinging your joined hands a little bit and enjoying his amused response.
going to a concert with him and letting him cover your ears when the music gets a little too loud for you. the size of his hands compared to your head making you flush a little bit.
he always runs warmer than you, so you tend to lean into his touch whenever he offers it. he finds this adorable, and sometimes likes to see how far you'll lean when you're too tired to realize he's messing with you. eventually your sleepy protests win him over, and he wraps you back up in his embrace and gives you all the kisses you want.
chasing traces of his scent on your clothing when you miss him. curling around his pillow while he's gone, and eventually feeling the mattress dip behind you while you're half asleep, warm hands pulling you backwards until your back rests against against his warm chest. ticklish little kisses are pressed to your neck as he wraps his long arms around you to hold you close. trying not to cry when you tell him that you missed him, and feeling his heart stutter against your back when your voice cracks.
Sylus' favorite part about living together was being able to pamper you to his heart's content. The more you let him do for you, the better.
Sylus' day would begin as yours was winding down. Most days, he woke up when you were in the middle of your shower. The pitter-patter of the water against the tile would pull him out of sleep and he would roll out of bed as you finished up.
In a moment, you would be sitting on the bed with fresh clothes on as you brushed your hair. Meanwhile, Sylus would be knelt on the floor in front of you, rubbing lotion into your legs.
Sylus hoped he could convince you to let him do more. Towel down your body, dress you, dry your hair — he'd do it all if you'd let him. If it were up to him, you wouldn't have to lift a finger once you came home. But of course, that wasn't your style.
Still, this was a nice consolation for him. And anyways, he already spent a good amount of time trying to get to this point. He won't press his luck for now. His focus at the moment was making sure to be employee of the month while on lotion duty. After another few months of consistently high marks, he could perhaps hint at a promotion.
- like it's some thumbnail of a guy screaming with 800 of those red arrows pointing at literally nothing
- the title is some bullshit like "THIS was in MY BEDROOM at 2AM!!!!???"
- also will go down absolute rabbit holes
- you'll be looking for a video that you were watching on his account a couple days ago and all of a sudden see seven different hour long videos about some random paranormal event that happened
- i don't know why but i feel like xavier really enjoys a good scary ghost video
- and while he does fall for the clickbait sometimes he really likes watching real paranormal stories
- loves the witch girlies cause that's where he finds stories that are absolute HEAT
- constantly finding him asleep on his couch with his tv playing some random podcast of a witch going through her haunted objects collection
Zayne
- now i know he's a busy cardiac surgeon of course
- but he definitely dabbles is youtube
- specifically i feel like he would watch a lot of white noise videos
- like his history is just full of "forest sounds" "coffee shop ambience 1 hour" "blizzard noises 5 hour loop"
- i could also see him liking asmr
- maybe not like people making mouth noises i think that would irritate him
- but rather he's watching like cooking videos with no commentary
- the sounds of chopping lettuce, cracking eggs, boiling noodles
- it's relaxing to him
- or maybe he's just a foodie
- but he constantly finds himself falling asleep to those vids and then dreaming of food that night
- you'll know when he has one too cause he's texting you in the morning
- "Would you like me to take you out to bbq tonight after i'm off work?"
- and of course you say "YES PUH-LEASE but also why so sudden?"
- "I had a dream about it last night and I think we'd both enjoy."
Rafayel
- I feel like Raf is an extensive youtube watcher
- mostly turning it on while he paints as background noise
- you would think he'd be listening to music or perhaps some ambience but instead he's watching like actually pointless commentary videos
- like a whole video essay about some bullshit probably called "The ham incident of 1450"
- and he is 100% invested too is the worst part
- you'll walk into his studio and start asking him what he wants to eat and he'll pause a VERY SERIOUS video about what kind of chips you put in your sandwich says about your character
- confused as fuck you'll look at him like 'are you actually paying attention to this?'
- and Rafayel is very passionate about his bs video history
- "This is IMPORTANT, Cutie!!"
Sylus
- idk why but I feel like this guy has like zero screen time
- like this man is better than me and does not experience phone addiction the way i do
- buuuuut
- don't be angry but... i feel like he dabbles in youtube shorts
- i feel like he just occasionally gets bored and takes a gander at what youtube shorts has to offer
- and it's mostly slop so he doesn't really like anything
- excepttttt
- he loves a good cat video
- i can imagine you walking into his office and he's taking a little scroll break on his phone
- and all this dude is doing is scrolling past every video and you're just like 'okay what's the point of even being on your phone??' 'also why did we decide on youtube shorts when instagram and tiktok are right there?'
- but you digress and finally you see him stay on a video for a little longer than he has for the past couple minutes
- and it's a video of a little kitty playing outside
- you're reminded everyday of how multifaceted the leader of onychinus is
- also he does have youtube premium but that's because Luke and Kieran begged him for it
Caleb
- i am a 'Caleb is a Youtube connoisseur' TRUTHER
- he would certainly enjoy some gaming content i feel
- just for some background noise while he cooks or does something around the house
- but he notices that you actually like to sit and watch so he'll kinda feel out what channels you like watching the most
- also looooooooves a good reddit stories video
- like an hour long AITA vid, you beside him on the couch, a delicious meal in front of you both is his SHIT
- i also feel likeeeeeeee he would like watching drama channels is that crazy of me to say
- like he wouldn't actually give a fuck about any of the people involved
- he just likes to know what's tea
- especially wants to know more if you're interested in it
- he just likes being involved in what you like
- especially likes it when you two watch a particularly crazy vid and you both just pause the video to have a 45 minute debrief
you plucking out your gray hairs while grimacing in the mirror, and sylus standing behind you with a concerned look on his face and you just go "ugh, i can't believe i'm going gray so fast" and he stays silent for a few seconds before quietly saying "sweetie, you don't like hair like mine?"
Like not only are you waking up to Sylus with bed head, morning voice, and bleary eyes. But you're waking up to him fully naked, with the lingering memories of all the physical activities you two had just partook in some odd hours prior...
The evidence is not only present on your bodies - through bruises, bites, scratches, and the occasional carefully placed hickey. But your environment carries the memories too.
Clothes still lying on the floor, decorative pillows still tossed hazardously to the bottom of the bed. Sheets still in a disarray except for where they're dragged over your bare bodies.
You find yourself staring at him, your head still resting on his outstretched arm, eyes lingering on the rise and fall of his bare chest. You want to bury your face in the crook of his neck, much like you had a few hours ago. You want to devour him just as you had last night...
"kitten, I hope you know how long you've been doing this." sylus, who had been taking your kneading paws into his cheeks for probably the past 15 minutes. your feline body resting on the pillow beside him as he lays, nails and paw pads making biscuits on his face.
you only give a lazy, petulant purr, leaning down to lick a bit at his cheek before you continue on.
sylus sighs. he doesn't have it in his heart to move you. you're content, and that's all he cares about. as long as you're not running away from him, this cat thing wasn't so bad. it was a little payback for the time when he turned part cat; when he would cling to you, albeit with some stubborn caracal dejection.
with a soft mew, you pause your biscuit making temporarily and look at his face, and he looks up when you stop.
"what is it?" that stare you give him has no answers. you don't necessarily want want anything. being right here with him was enough.
"kitten... use your words." sylus tuts, watching you clamber across his body to loaf on his chest, changing your biscuits making to the muscles beneath his shirt. you still refuse to speak to him, feeling rather lazy and honestly peaceful. speaking would mess your 9 to 5 in the biscuit factory up.
sylus just watches. admires the way you knead. it by no means hurts, it feels quite nice. like a massage with tiny acupuncture needles. it's relieving him more than he thought it ever would. so much so that he has to praise you with a gentle pet on your head, his hand smoothing down your fur. your little body purrs and vibrates with happiness.
you wake to a gentle hand on your shoulder, shaking you delicately to gain your attention, as if afraid of harming you. you ignore it, burying your face in your covers and hiding from the intrusive figure.
they're persistent, though, and they turn you over, keeping you from curling back up into your protective ball. you whine, but comply, seeing as the strength behind the hand was determined to keep you awake.
you crack your eyes open and are met with a pair of ruby-red ones staring back at you with concern. it's who you expected, though you're not disappointed. you're just tired.
you try to push his hand off your shoulder, and he moves it to cup your face instead, running his thumb underneath your eye socket. his eyes search yours, even though you can barely keep them open.
"sweetheart," sylus whispers, patient as always. you won't be able to push him away that easily, even if you'd do anything you could to go back to sleep right now. you've already wasted the whole day; what difference would it make to waste a little more?
he's more stubborn than you are, though. he taps your cheek when your eyes droop closed again, and you begrudgingly open them for him, knowing he's waiting for your attention. you don't want to waste his time.
"did you take your medication?" he asks, his voice still steady and calm. you shake your head no. he doesn't respond with frustration, simply nodding and pulling your pill organizer and a glass of water over with his evol.
he presses his hand to the center of your back, gently guiding you upwards, even though you whine in complaint. "i know, i know. just sit up for me and take these without choking, then we can take a nice, long break."
you begrudgingly comply, letting him feed you the pills a few at a time alongside sips of water. it doesn't take you long to finish them, and once you do, sylus rewards you with affectionate kisses all over your face. even if you try to complain a little, he knows you love them.
the pill container and glass are returned to their place with a swish of his evol, and he doesn't waste a second before climbing into bed beside you, smoothly pulling you into his secure, warm embrace as he does so.
by the time he's settled, you're all bundled up in his arms, enveloped in him in one of your favorite positions. chest to chest, his hand beneath your shirt to rub your back and press you just that little bit closer. you sniffle and nestle your head into the crook of his neck, hiding from his scrutinizing gaze. he lets you.
"i love you." his words are simple, yet they convey centuries worth of longing and adoration. "you can sleep all day if you'd like. just don't shut me out. let me sleep with you." his whispers brush against your shoulder as he presses a tender kiss there. "let me love you. that's all i ask, darling. let me remain in your life."
"okay," you whisper, and though your brain is foggy from sleep, you could swear he begins to purr. either way, your mind is soothed for the moment, and you drift back off to sleep, knowing you won't ever have to do so alone.
by now, sylus is completely used to your nonsense. he dosen’t even blink when you use his head like a canvas.
it’s a lazy evening at the base. you are both tangled up together on the big leather sofa, completely relaxed. sylus is lying back against the cushions, his body serving as your personal mattress. he has one arm wrapped securely around your waist, fingers rubbing slow, soothing circles into your hips.
you, however, are busy.
you have a handful of pastel colored, sparkly star hair clips scattered across his shirt. one by one, you gather up his silver hair and carefully snap the pretty clips into his hair, parting his bangs so they’re pinned completely back
sylus dosen’t move a muscle to stop you. he just lies there, chin titled slightly to give your hands more room, completely unbothered by the growing constellation on his head.
“there,” you whisper, admiring the blue, pink, yellow and purple clips decorating his hair. “you look absolutely adorable!”
sylua slowly opens his eyes. his crimson gaze is heavy lidded, fond and full of amusement as he looks a the proud smile on your face.
“am i pretty enough for you now, sweetie?” he says, purposely making his voice high pitched. you snort.
“the prettiest,” you tease, reaching up to gently tap on the pink star right next to his temple. “the fierce leader of onychinus defeated by hair accessories.”
sylus lets out a low, deep chuckle–a sound that almost always makes your heart skip a beat. a slow smirk spreads across his handsome face.
“if defeat is watching you smile and get all happy when you decorate my hair, i’ve been winning for far too long,” he murmurs smoothly, his red eyes gleaming with warmth. “besides if i’m your captive, shouldn’t you be keeping a closer eye on me?”
instead of rolling over to pin you or tease you, sylus just shifts slightly to nestle you deeper into his side. he slides his hand from your hip, his long fingers gently cupping your cheek. he nuzzles his face downward, peppering your face with gentle kisses.
“sylus!” you giggle, enjoying his affection.
sylus smiles, nudging his nose against yours before pressing a kiss to it. “let’s just stay right here.” he whispers against your lips now, voice dropping into a sweet murmur.
you melt instantly, your heart doing a happy flip as you lean up and press a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. when you pull back, the sparkly clips are still sitting perfectly, catching the dim light of the room. sylus lets out a deeply content sigh, burying his face into your hair.
“close your eyes, sweetie” he whispers, fingers running through your hair. “your captive isn’t going anywhere.”
wc: 720
gn reader, soft sylus, exhaustion, fluffy comfort!
Your day was exhausting. Too many people, too much noise, too much everything. You left feeling dizzy and strained, not even having the energy to text Sylus that you were coming over. You're sure he'll understand; he shows up to your apartment uninvited quite often, and you never complain. You stop by your place on the way to change into more comfortable clothing, then pull on your helmet and hop on the bike he gifted you.
Luckily, you manage to stay fully awake for the entire duration of your drive to Sylus's manor and park smoothly in his garage beside his favorite bike. You're sure he knows you're here by now; his security system is incredibly robust and likely identified your face on your way into his garage.
You scan your thumb on the reader, and the door unlocks with a happy-sounding chime and a little caw sound effect. You can't help but smile a little, remembering how you asked the twins to help you implement it, and how the two gleefully complied, offering to record his reaction as well.
The way his eyes widened with surprise and then softened with fondness as he chuckled still lives in your mind, the memory brightening your days. Part of you expected him to change it, but he never has. Your little project of adding small, cheery touches to his home has been going surprisingly well.
You rub your eyes as you make your way through his side door, toeing off your shoes in the entranceway and trudging forward. You check each room as you pass by, looking for signs of Sylus's presence. Empty, empty, empty… You eventually reach his study, and there he is.
He's in an ornate armchair, reading, with one of his favorite records playing in the background, filling the air with a gentle melody. You feel an incredible weight lifted from your shoulders just from breaching the threshold, causing your posture to relax and a yawn to escape your throat. It smells like him in here.
Sylus doesn't seem surprised to see you, merely placing his book aside and opening his arms in invitation with a smile. "You should have said something about coming to see me. I would've prepared you a drink."
You hum lowly in response, your brain far too scrambled to prepare anything coherent to say. You just take his invitation, crawling into his lap and nestling your head into his chest, curling into him. The day's tension melts from your frame, and from Sylus's as well. He lets out a soft sigh, pressing tender kisses to your hair and enveloping you in his embrace. He almost seems to be purring.
"Your presence is a lovely surprise, sweetie." He murmurs, pulling you closer, smothering you with affection. His kisses travel down to your neck, and he snuggles into you, the tip of his nose nuzzling into your soft skin, a smile curling his lips. "Long day? Hmm?"
You wrap your arms around his torso and whine. A quiet laugh rumbles through his chest, his hand sliding beneath your shirt to slowly stroke up and down your spine. "Alright, alright, no more teasing."
His chest is so warm beneath your cheek, his arms holding you close and insulating you from the harsh world outside. You're enveloped in a safe little bubble, free to let go without fear of judgment, free to recharge without having to rely on solitude. It's as if the universe is just the two of you, and you've never felt safer.
"Naptime?" he whispers, and you nod, cozy and drowsy, your mind fixating on the rhythm of his heartbeat and the vibration of his voice resonating through his chest. He hums, placing a kiss on your jawline. "Rest. You did well today. You should be proud."
At this, you open your eyes to look up at him, meeting his gaze. "Really?" you ask, something in your expression making him chuckle fondly.
"Yes, kitten, really. You know I don't offer empty praise." Your eyes start to water, causing Sylus's to soften tenderly. He shushes you, tucking your head back into his chest with his free hand and threading his fingers through your hair, soothing your tears.
"I'm proud of you. Never forget that. Rest well for me, sweetheart. I'll stay right here by your side."
“mm.” sylus practically growls into the column of your neck, nose buried so impossibly deep into your skin it begins to tickle.
“sylus,” you groan. any effort made in pushing him away is futile. he’s latched onto you like a vine, twisted and coiled around the crevices of his favorite lattice. “sy—.”
“smell so good.” he murmurs. mostly to himself, like he’d devoured something so delectable his tongue refuses to keep it a secret. it’s almost painful, the way he asks, “what have you done?”
you laugh, his senses explode. the smell, and now the sound of you— he’s afraid of rapture the moment he looks up at you. too much, too good to be real.
“new perfume?” you giggle as he sniffs you some more, more creature than husband at this point. you swear a purr rumbles in his chest. “i saw it in the store, the packaging reminded me of you.”
you look silly. fond but nonchalantly standing there and letting your husband inhale your scent like a bloodhound.
his voice shakes the earth when he inquires, “packaging?”
“it was all dark and red like a gemstone,” you lift your chin to avoid hitting the top of his head when he moves around you and nuzzles into your throat. “with the teeniest little dragon wrapped around it.”
“what’s it called?”
“uh.” you look up, digging through recent receipts and credit card statements. “dragon…”
he draws in another breath of you.
“fire…” you gasp when he nips at your skin with his teeth, unable to hold back any longer. “…kiss?”
he freezes, then chuckles. “ah.”
“ah?” you frown when he lifts his head. his lips land on your hair. “what do you mean, ah?”
“ah, this makes sense.” he grins, planting more possessive pecks onto your forehead. even up here your sweet scent drives him into a frenzy. “how much did you get it for?”
you purse your lips and suddenly you’re bashful. never once in your relationship has he asked you about prices, having said at the very beginning that it would take decades for you to even make a dent into his fortune no matter how much you consume.
it shouldn’t be a point of shame either, because he actively asks you to use his card for anything you might need. yet, confronted with it now… it’s harder to admit that you’d thought a luxurious bottle justified such a price for a few drops of product.
and like he reads each thought you just had, he bends to kiss your lips gently, to coax you out of the spell. “i don’t mean to pry.”
“i think i spent too much.”
“no,” he drawls, utterly entertained by you. “not at all, sweetie.”
you pout. “then, why…?”
“you don’t have to buy this again,” he’s like a bird, pecking at the skin of your blushing face with butterfly kisses.
you open your mouth— to bite, to complain, to express the frustrating confusion he’s wringing you into.
he barely gives you a chance to when he presses a lingering and most tender kiss on your mouth. leaving no room for argument or doubt. “i own the brand, after all.”
love and deepspace is so funny in a ton of ways, not the least of which being that it’s an angst game full of angst with a huge helping of angst on top masquerading as a romance game
and this angst romance game has wacky characters like:
🐠 merman sea god who is an artist with flame powers for some reason. his symbol is not a fish but a duck. there is a section of the story where he goes into heat. canonical billionaire. also a serial revenge killer.
❄️ accomplished heart surgeon with ice powers who is trapped in a cycle of multiverse-spanning reincarnations. mc’s childhood friend and also her doctor. blatantly the horniest of the lot but you wouldn’t know it because he has never shown anyone an emotion ever.
💫 centuries old immortal space prince. literally an alien. got stuck in the past after attempting wormhole travel and has been bopping around earth until mc is born. mc’s monster-fighting coworker and upstairs neighbor. secretly batman.
🐦⬛ dangerous crime boss. also an alien, probably. also a dragon whose soul is bound to mc’s. once made mc shoot him in the heart to prove his immortality. wife guy in a “he supports women’s wrongs” way.
🍎 cyborg military commander with gravity powers. flies space planes. was killed in an explosion but got better. a narrative representation of the biblical eve. diagnosed mentally/emotionally unwell. wife guy in a “he is the wife” way.
and. like. originally i was going to say only a sentence about each of them but i could not pick just one of the many, many unhinged things about the tiny men who live in my phone.
absolutely batshit insane game. hilarious.
i have cried probably a dozen times while playing it.
Thinking about Sylus who loves a particular kind of gentle skinship: pressing his nose on your skin.
Waiting in line for your sudden milk tea craving and he’s behind you nosing into your hair (he claims it makes the waiting better)
You’re preparing some food on the counter and he’s there behind you pressing his nose on your shoulders as he watches your hands move
You just wanna feed him some fries but he’s grabbing your wrist to press his nose there then playfully nip the side of your thumb instead of the fries
When he’s in a bad mood, just holding you and pressing his nose on your chest and he’s instantly cooled down
You wear an off-shoulder top and you bet he’s gonna be perching his nose there as if he’s Mephisto
Or nuzzling into the crook of your neck when he wants a cuddle
Or catching you right after a shower and he’s running his nose down your arm and giving little pecks
Maybe it’s the feel of your skin, maybe it’s your scent he wants to inhale all the time
Maybe it’s his dragon’s way of showing affection
You’re lying down on one side relaxing and he’d playfully rub his nose on your waist to tickle you and hear you laugh
And when your scent changes he knows you’re ovulating, it’s sweeter he says, with that hungry look in his eyes, because his very favorite place to bury his nose in is—
Wait am i ovulating? (ignores my empty period tracking app, opens Lads instead to consult his notes)
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