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the way you said 'i love you' | 08 - as an apology
from this prompt list.
sylus x reader.
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The city has been evacuated. Heroes, civilians and villains alike. All, except for you, that is.
You’re standing on the roof of the tallest building in the city, gaze shifting from the now deathly silent place before you, and skyward to the shape of the meteor currently hurtling towards earth.
The choice you have to make is clear. A hero saves lives, even at the risk and cost of their own. That’s all there is to it.
Or at least, that should be all there is to it.
“Are you really going through with this suicide mission?” A voice calls from behind you. You’d recognise it anywhere, even in your dreams.
You wonder if you actually are dreaming, until you turn around and find yourself staring at the cocky face of your foremost arch-nemesis: the single, elusive villain you were never able to put behind bars.
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“you almost mauled me to claim the window seat for yourself, and now you're not even taking advantage of it? should i demand a rematch?”
outside the neglected window, city grids and skyscrapers shine through the night. but your eyes are fixed on the seat in front of you. the image is shaking, somehow, but you won’t discern whether it's from turbulence or your own fears. it’s not a priority right now.
“i think i left my stove on.”
“what?”
“before we boarded. i think i left my stove on.”
beside you, sylus raises a brow. “i’m sure you didn’t. everyone forgets things, but i’ve never known you to be careless, sweetie.”
trembling hands chafe your thighs. “but i don’t know if i did or not. i don't remember. i should have taken a picture before i left.”
frowning, now, he faces you fully. “all right. let’s say you did leave it on. what would happen then?”
“fire.” you swallow. “all of my stuff will burn. i won’t have a home.”
“you’ll always have a home with me.”
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sylus who doesn’t comprehend personal space. neither do you tbh. sylus who brushes your teeth when you’re too tired or lazy and in return he lets you dig through his mouth (not like that). he lets you sit in his lap, fingers pulling his lips up as you prod at his teeth, feeling the sharp ridges that come out
sylus who absolutely hates when there’s space between u. on the couch, in bed, do u hate him? why are u all the way over there (an inch away)??? sylus who’s so clingy his sheets and clothes start to smell like you, the mix of both of ur scents makes the dragon inside of him purr in content
sylus who literally puts himself under ur shirts/hoodies just for some skin on skin, his fat head (lovingly) stretching the material out. sylus who starts to buy clothes way too big just so you can snuggle comfortably
if he still had wings and a tail they’d constantly be on you, wrapped around a leg or ur waist regardless of where u are. his wings would cocoon u from the outside world, breaths mingling together in content
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10 Ways You Ruin His Day (and 10 Ways You Ruin His Self-Control)
I originally made this list as character notes for future stories — I love digging deep into their dynamics and really breaking them down. But honestly? I couldn’t not share. Would love to hear your thoughts too: what do you think drives them absolutely mad, and what turns them into helpless fluff puddles? 🖤
🍎 Top 10 Things That Make Caleb Absolutely, Irrevocably Mad
1 He doesn’t know where you are Even when it makes sense. Even when you’re safe. Even when he’s on the far side of a tunnel with no signal and too much time to think. The silence eats at him, turns every breath into a countdown. By the time he’s back, no one on the base dares talk to him until you’re in his line of sight again.
2 You come home with a bouquet of flowers from another man It’s not jealousy, really. It’s… fury dressed in olive green. You’re standing there, smiling, saying some poor man gave you flowers because you saved his life. Great. Fantastic. Caleb’s thrilled that his girlfriend is both competent and accidentally irresistible. But now he has to pretend this isn’t bothering him while mentally comparing the man's face to strategic punching surfaces.
3 You climb on unstable furniture to reach something You know, nothing fancy—just a stack of books on top of a chair that’s on top of a bench. And you? Balancing like a gremlin in fuzzy socks. He walks in and suddenly the war flashbacks begin. You think it’s funny. He thinks it’s a workplace hazard, and you are the HR violation.
4 You rearrange his model planes He adores you. Worships the ground you walk on. Would throw himself in front of an oncoming dropship for you. But if you dust his shelf and dare to reorder his starfighters and aircrafts by vibes instead of model number? He's already rewriting his will. In blood.
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The Fractal Library extends quietly in front of you. The scent of old parchment and fresh ink, the quiet breathing of ancient books and worn-out covers wrap your senses. Rows and rows of tomes extend in front of you. Each its own story ready to be discovered, each its own universe. Take a seat, grab something hot to drink, curl up in one of the plush sofas, and rest here a while. May the right story find you when you need it most.
NB / this is not meant to be a comprehensive list of all the stories you can find. The Fractal Library is a mysterious, unknowable place. Here is but a fragment, a small corner made of well-loved stories. If a book is missing, or yours is not present, worry not; it only means the librarian hasn't had the time to read it yet.
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“Come to drug my girlfriend again?”
synopsis: Sylus hates Caleb, Caleb hates Sylus. That’s it, that’s the fic.
content: sylus x afab!reader; use of Y/N; established relationship; caleb cameo; caleb acts like caleb; mentions of being drugged; general angst; mostly proofread
word count: ~3.4k
a/n: i’m a sylus girlie through and through but caleb intrigues the absolute shit out of me. including his perspective in this was very interesting and i hope i did his character justice. also, i feel that based on what sylus said in his main story, he knows that caleb is/has been alive and what he’s been up to, and caleb being involved with ever and knowing MC’s whereabouts in the N109 zone, know who sylus is. this fic operates under that assumption