Shooting stars have long captured the human imagination. A fleeting streak of light across the night sky, they stir something ancient within us—hope, wonder, perhaps even fate. But is there deeper meaning behind this celestial event?
Let’s dive into what cultures, legends, and even science say about seeing a shooting star—and what it might mean for you.
A rare shooting star blazes a trail…
Where MC, too tsundere to admit that she likes Sylus, goes to Zayne for medical help
She won't tell him the cause of the rose petals she coughs up, but she knows
Zayne is a surgeon specializing in removing the hanahaki flowers, but in doing so, the patient would almost always be left with the inability to feel emotions. And he doesn't want to see his childhood friend be reduced to a shell of herself. He loves how much of a firecracker she is. He loves her spark so much, that when she comes in, coughing up petals, it feels like the ground beneath him suddenly disappeared
He takes a moment to gather himself, to remember that he is a medical professional, before explaining the risks of the surgery to her
He goes through the script, recited countless times in his career, all while the seeds of his own yearning start to bloom and suffocate him from the inside
Her heart had already chosen someone else, someone who wasn't him. He was too late
When her appointment is over and he escorts her out of his office with his usual professionalism, he locks the door and proceeds to collapse to the floor, coughing out white jasmine petals covered in dark crimson blood
He stares at them in horror. They're proof of his feelings for her and proof that he was too late. As a surgeon, he knows that treatment would result in him losing all emotions, but would that really be so bad? Would that really be so different for him? Having no emotions would only help him focus on his work better. He wouldn't have to deal with this struggle anymore... so he asks his colleague to operate on him
It's only when MC comes back for another pre-op appointment that the world comes crashing down on him again. She doesn't want to be in love with the man causing her illness, she admits. Then, she says something that would echo in his mind for the rest of his life: "I wish I was loved by someone like you."
He's lost all ability to feel emotions, but when she said those words, he feels something familiar inside him, almost as if the seeds inside him were sprouting and sending its vines through his veins, its thorns ripping and tearing through his lungs again
Hi, it's your local anemic again bringing you yet another Sylus and Zayne helping you with iron deficiency. I first heard the term "Blood Curse" from the Infinity Nikki fandom and thought it was the perfect way to describe iron deficiency, so it's sticking
Sylus knows that look and he hates it. His kitten should be feisty, trying to swat at him with her sharp claws. She shouldn't be this... limp and weak, drained of energy like a deflated balloon laid out on the couch. He can't help but frown when he pokes your cheek and barely gets a groan of annoyance
When you told him your period started, he hoped this time would be different. He did put plate after plate of iron-rich foods in front of you throughout your entire period after all
Kobe beef ribeye steak? Only the best for his beloved. Grilled organ meat? Somehow his chef was able to make it taste good. A table full of fresh, delicate oysters? The way he grins at you while you eat them tells you they serve a purpose other than helping your iron levels
But it still wasn't enough. Not even his evol could help you. Sure, it might give you a temporary boost of energy, but fixing a symptom doesn't solve the root cause
No matter. As long as he's around, he'd make sure you were taken care of — even more than usual
"I can walk," you'd protest as he slings you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes
"And I can carry you," he'd retort just as easily
The back and forth had become a habit now, background noise to your relationship, merely spoken to keep up appearances. But at least your half-hearted complaints tell him you still have the energy to resist him
He'd insist on carrying you everywhere around the base. The bathroom? He'll help you in the shower too. The dining room? Your meal awaits, your majesty. The roof? The moon looks beautiful tonight. "Why don't we take a look?"
He'd treat you like a wounded animal, a princess, a doll... until you gain enough energy to fight him off again
Zayne will send you off to get your blood tested the moment he sees you look more tired than usual, especially if it's right after your period. He won't take no for an answer. Doctor's orders
If the tests come back confirming your ferritin levels are low, depending on the severity, he'll start you on iron supplements or overhaul your entire diet to help you get your levels back up again
If your stomach can't handle the supplements? He'll give you a gentle look of understanding. He can sympathize with having a weak stomach all too well. Don't worry, there are other ways he can help
Of course, he'll make time to cook for you. He tells you not to worry about his work. It's all taken care of. He may be the chief cardiac surgeon, but that doesn't mean he can never take days off. His most important patient needs him, after all. And he'd rather cook you healthy meals than have you reach for the nearest bag of chips because you didn't have the energy to cook for yourself
Though he does everything by the book and appears to have everything under control, inside... he worries
It scares him, the way you look like a ghost of yourself when you lie on the couch, more exhausted than usual; when you don't have the energy to accompany him on your usual after-dinner walks together; or when you don't even bother to call him out for eating your last macaron
He's used to caring for patients in worse condition, but when it comes to you... seeing you so ill scares him
He misses it — Your energy, your liveliness. It's as if the sun had forgotten how to rise and he's left in the cold and the dark. He misses your warmth, and how it fills his heart when you jump into his arms and squeeze him tightly against you after an exhausting day at work
He does everything in his power to make sure you can get back to your normal self because he can't help but feel like a part of him is missing when you're struggling against your condition
Doctor Zayne is always a comforting presence whenever you're ill, like the sight of a lighthouse when you're in the middle of stormy seas. You can be sure he'll help you feel better. All you have to do is rely on him
Angst
Unrequited Caleb x MC. Background Zayne x MC
Caleb comes back seemingly from the dead to find MC has moved on. Not only from their friendship, but also from whatever potential he had always been hoping for. Another man had been comforting her and now plays a more important role in her life, a role he can no longer step into.
"You've changed," she says to him, her expression filled with regret instead of the warmth she always used to greet him with.
The look in her eyes was soft but it unnerved him at the same time. He was staring into a winter's lake - serene and seemingly frozen over, but he knew the thin ice he was crossing over would crack at any wrong step and pull him to his death. At this point, though, he wondered if it would be better to just let it take him.
"I'm still me. I always have been." He tries to plead with her, to get her to smile at him, even just for one last time.
"Was it all fake? The you I remember, was he ever real?"
It kills him, the way she's built up this invisible, insurmountable wall of ice. No matter how much he tries to remind her that all he wants to do is help her, all he gets from her is distrust, betrayal, and disappointment.
He deserves it, of course. He knows it. But he'd feel better if she screamed at him, hit him, punished him for how he made her feel, so he could serve his time and earn her forgiveness. Instead, she withdraws her emotions altogether, as if he wasn't even worth her time or energy.
Caleb's words die on his lips when her phone chimes a special, personalized tone that signals the arrival of another text from the man she now entrusts her heart to. He knew that tone. And he knew who it belonged it. She always smiled when she heard that song.
What she says next fully clips his wings. She speaks in that pained hollow voice, as if she were knelt at his gravesite, whispering her final goodbyes.
"Even if it was all fake, I would've liked to continue pretending."
Imagine wandering around Sylus's home base and finding a big, dark room with black-out curtains and just... Bedding everywhere. There's a huge round mattress in the middle of the room and scattered everywhere are the softest pillows, silk sheets, and fluffy blankets
It's as dark and cozy as his regular bedroom, but bigger, with more open space and a higher ceiling. But something about it just makes you suspicious. Especially that huge round bed in the middle of the room
You start to think that this is some kind of sex dungeon he's been keeping a secret from you. There are little trinkets scattered around the room and you swear there's gotta be some kind of fancy diamond dildo somewhere in the piles of gems too
When you finally find the courage to ask him about it one day, it just makes him chuckle in that annoying rich old man chuckle that makes him sound like he's out of breath
"Do you want to know what that room is for? Come with me and I'll show you."
So you follow him, freaking out internally. Meanwhile, beside you, his strides are slow and confident, and he's smug as hell. He's not even hiding it. He's got that smug smirk on his face and it annoys you even more when he looks at you and gives a huff of amusement at your current state of freaking the fuck out
It's definitely a sex dungeon, you think. He's definitely walking you to his sex dungeon right now and when he opens that door, he's gonna pull out all sorts of bondage gear and sex toys and string you up like a piñata
"We're here, kitten. Don't be so nervous. I told you - I'm just going to show you."
And he does
When he opens the door, he steps in, and before your eyes, he disappears in a whirlwind of black and red smoke. When the smoke dissipates, you see a huge black dragon that fills the room and towers over you
With slow, heavy steps, he climbs onto the big round bed, turns in a circle once, twice, before settling down with his snout tucked under his red wing and his long spiky black tail curled around him.
You're staring dumbfounded at the sight in front of you. He looks like a croissant. A very spiky croissant
Now that you see him on the circular bed, you realize that its shape and size perfectly accomodate his dragon form
This quote was just a random line that didn't have a real story behind it, but it got me thinking about one
I wrote the first draft of a little scene in third person omniscient past tense but I tweaked it to be first person limited present tense like in the game
๋࣭ ⭑ ⚝ "You can tell me all the things you hate about me after we have something to eat."
Fluff: Sylus x A very angry unnamed female MC
【 AO3 | WC: 824 】
๋࣭ ⭑ ⚝ Summary:
Early in their relationship, MC is often inconvenienced by the evol linkage that binds her to Sylus. Eventually, someone's going to need the toilet. MC isn't happy about this.
๋࣭ ⭑ ⚝ Contents:
Soft Sylus. Loverboy Sylus. Sylus uses petnames. A bit of Sassy Sylus. MC still hates Sylus's guts. MC insults Sylus a lot. MC curses a lot.
๋࣭ ⭑ ⚝ Author's Note:
This fell out of my head while I was trying to sleep so it gets a trashy light novel-esque title lol. I can't be the only one thinking this right? It's like the very first thought that came into my head when I saw them chained together like that. How are they going to deal with going to the bathroom? How are they gonna shower? No way MC would get in the shower with him right off the bat right? I'd be way too tsun towards him
Sylus stood outside the bathroom door, arms crossed and humming to himself. The tune sounded more like a lion grumbling about a meal that got away than an actual melody. The red tether around his wrist was taut, stretched to its limits as it disappeared into the gap between the door and the wall. An annoyed voice barked at him from the other side.
“You better not be listening!”
Sylus sighed, rubbing his temples to sooth away the building frustration, but the impatience he felt was new and he let it sit inside him, contemplating on the foreign emotion.
Before her, there was no one who would dare to make him wait. There was no one who could convince him to take time out of his day to make him wait. And here she was like a hissing kitten making him stand guard outside the bathroom like a loyal servant.
“Do you think I don't know what you're doing in there, kitten? You're not performing magic tricks on the toilet, are you?”
“OH MY GOD, JUST DON'T PICTURE IT! STOP LISTENING!”
“If I didn't respond, you'd just keep yelling at me,” he muttered with an annoyed hum as he considered his options. “On second thought, keep yelling. Your voice won't hold up for much longer. It would be cute to watch you try to roar at me and have nothing but a squeak come out.”
“Just! Shut up!”
“And what? Listen to you do your business?”
Sylus’s smirk disappeared in an instant when he felt the evol linkage slacken, the door swing open just a bit, and felt a soft yet forceful thud against the back of his head. His sharp eyes caught sight of the toilet paper roll on the ground as it came to a stop a few steps away from him.
“Try that again and I might catch a glimpse of you. Or are you just teasing me now?”
“Ew! Gross! Why are you so disgusting!?”
The barrage of insults coming from the other side of the door only made him laugh, so he decided to poke the angry kitten even more.
“It's not nice to kink shame, sweetie.”
“The fuck? Are you seriously telling me you're into this shit? I knew it! I fucking knew it! The moment these cuffs appeared– you're doing this with your evol, aren't you!?”
She went on and on, one string of insults after another, as Sylus stood with a smile on his face outside the bathroom. His smile only widened when she finally stepped out to confront him face to face.
She gave him a shove to the chest but he gave as much way as a solid tree would.
“I can't believe I'm stuck tied to this sick fuck!”
Sylus grabbed her wrists, sliding his hands down to hold hers. They were so small in his hands and he couldn't help but run his thumbs over the backs of her hands, rubbing her fingers. Such delicate, elegant hands. So sweet and soft, even with those fierce eyes and sharp teeth aimed at him.
“Did you wash your hands, darling?” he asked, his voice smooth and gentle.
She narrowed her eyes on him, gripping his hands tightly in an effort to assert dominance and take back the control that only she believed she had lost.
She leaned in close, invading his personal space, standing on her tiptoes as she tried to stare at him in the eyes with as intimidating of a look as she could muster.
“Oh, you'd like it if I didn't wash my hands, wouldn't you? You disgusting piece of shit!?”
Her tight grip only warmed his heart. He felt her strength throughout his entire being. It told his soul that she was here, present, in his hands, in his life, with him, here and now.
The evol linkage had faded away without her realizing, too engrossed by her disgust of him. Red tendrils wrapped around both their hands and wrists, forcing her to loosen her grip on him and allow him to interlace his fingers with hers.
“I never said I was interested in that kind of thing. But, with all that noise you were making, you achieved your goal in masking your sounds, didn't you?”
Her brows knotted in annoyance of the realization that he was right, but that didn't stop her from trying to pull away, causing the evol linkage to appear once more, binding them together even closer now.
He brought one of their interlocked hands closer to his lips, but stopped just shy of contact. Instead, he lowered their connected hands and took a step past her, towards the kitchen, pulling her along as the swirling red linkage forced her to match his steps.
“Did you have fun, kitten? I'll make you some honey lemon tea for your throat. You can tell me all the things you hate about me after we have something to eat.”
╰┈❥ Contains: Zayne/MC. No real plot. Just a fluffy moment. Slightly tsundere MC. Unnamed female MC. Third person POV.
[AO3. WC: 723. Fluff.]
The image of Zayne with an armful of colourful plush bears and penguins came into sight as she turned the corner of the pediatric wing.
“Zayne?” she called out softly with a slight giggle.
His name in her voice had always cut through any other distraction to capture his attention. He turned to face her, causing a plush polar bear to slip from his arm.
“Ah, I wasn't expecting you here so early. Is there a blue moon tonight?” he asked, neatly placing a plush penguin on the wall display.
There was a large cutsey sign in pastel colours in the middle of a pyramid of plushies, all of which the doctor and the hunter had in their own plushie display at home. It seemed to be a plushie donation drive sponsored by Twinkle Toys.
“If you're going to be snarky every time I'm not late, I'll drink your latte,” she threatened, taking a sip from one of the two coffee cups in her hands.
Zayne chuckled at her response, his lips curling into a smile as he turned away from her to pick up the fallen bear. He placed it in an empty seat on the wall display before patting it on the head.
“If you drink two cups of coffee at the same time, you'll be on the toilet all night. I’ve stocked up on Pepto Bismol, so there's no need to worry. If you want to give yourself a stomach ache, I'll take care of you.”
She beamed at him, watching him straighten out the crooked plushies on the display as his words warmed her with a soft and fuzzy feeling that may or may not have been from the coffee.
“But I reserve the right to say 'I told you so',” he added with his usual nonchalance.
Her smile dropped. She tucked one cup of coffee into her arm to free up a hand and swat him on the ass in retaliation, the sound of the impact echoing through the hospital halls.
His body stilled, his hand nearly crushing a penguin’s face in.
“...There are children here,” he reminded her, his voice steady as he pushed his glasses up with a finger. “Apparently, there’s a child here with me as well.”
“Just take your coffee,” she huffed, a smile threatening to break through her annoyance at him.
Zayne took the cup from her and stood back to admire the now-neatly organized plushie display. His hand settled on top of her head, much like how he had patted each plushie on the head when he placed them in their slots on the wall.
She didn't react, merely staying close to him as the warm sunlight poured through the hall to surround them. The bustle of doctors and nurses rushing through the hospital seemed a whole world away in their secluded hallway of soft plushies and the sweet scent of vanilla lattes.
“Why are you in charge of the plushie display?” she asked in earnest, her voice softer now.
“I’m not,” he answered simply. “I was just passing by when I saw a penguin about to fall off. I thought it looked like you when you get hungry—” He was cut off by the incredulous look she gave him, but he continued with a smile. “So I put her back in her seat and made sure her friends wouldn't fall off either.”
His hand trailed down to her shoulder, moving slowly to the small of her back as he led her down the hall. “Let's go. You'll be late for the appointment if you stay here any longer.”
She looked up to meet his gaze, confused, but her body responded out of habit, her feet carrying her in the direction Zayne had set. “I don't have an appointment today.”
“We do.”
As they walked back to his office, Zayne nodded to a passing nurse, who did a double take once she saw his arm around the hunter's waist.
“All-you-can-eat desserts. Our reservation is in an hour.”
Zayne didn't have to look at her to know that her eyes were sparkling at the surprise promise of sweets. It was always so easy to make her happy. And whenever he felt her squeeze his arm just a little tighter, it always flooded his chest with a warmth that he quickly grew addicted to.
╰┈❥ Note: The sweets restaurant I had in mind was actually Cafe Ron Ron, a place I had visited once before. After some googling, I realized that it seemed to be the only one of its kind in the world and is actually now shut down, so I had to just generalize it to an AYCE place. Zayne and MC would've loved that place tho