hey, please don't use any of my writing for any form of ai. i just remembered that some people like to use fics for their character ai stuff or gen ai whatever. i've even seen people saying that they're gonna use my fic for character ai in the tags in the past.

don't do that.

don't do that to any writer's work because it's rude and gross and we hate ai.

i do not consent for my work to be used in ai.

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catch

Sylus sits beside you on the bank, limned in moonlight and looking like a god.

It’s a clear night, and a waxing gibbous bleeds silver into the black-blue sky. The glow trickles down, down, down until, delicate and thin, it drapes across the reeds and lilypads like a shawl. Protective, almost. Or perhaps motherly. The tall grasses flatten beneath the press of a gentle breeze, and that same breeze ruffles Sylus’s hair. It’s strange, seing someone as untouchable as him be affected by something so soft. So fleeting.

“How did you find this place?” he asks.

Always with you

A/N: I needed some fluff with Sylus, and this was actually still in my drafts. I thought it wasn’t good enough back then, but I adjusted it a bit. Slow comeback or more or less trying to vent out a bit.

Character: Sylus & Reader/MC/you

Genre: romantic, fluff, teasing

Word count: 1.2k | Reading Time: <5 min

I'm really glad I'm not a Sylus main cause even now I find myself feeling sick over how hot he is, could you imagine what I would be like if I was obsessed with him??

accidentally made him so love-drunk it gave him pink bubbles and no brain activity

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.

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)

EMMMYYYY MY POOR LITTLE HEART HOW COULD THIS BE 😭🤲🏼 this was si beautifully written, each line a sensory experience wrapped in silken prose. my heart breaks for all of them— the tragedy of finding family and losing it. and in the way theirs just fell apart. lily!!! LILYYY!!!

sylus mc fluff

Sylus kneels by the bed, brushing a stray lock of hair from his daughter’s face. She shifts slightly, eyes heavy, and then, almost instinctively, her tiny hand reaches out, curling around his finger.

He can’t help the soft smile that tugs at his lips. He knows this about her. His little girl won’t fall asleep without holding onto him. It’s their quiet ritual, their unspoken promise.

She grips his finger gently, trust shining in her sleepy eyes. Within minutes, the soft rise and fall of her chest tells him she’s finally drifting into sleep. Sylus leans down, pressing a tender kiss to the top of her head, lingering there, memorizing this small, perfect moment. He sits beside her quietly, careful not to break her hold, letting her anchor herself to him as she dreams.

Time drifts by. The quiet of the room, the warmth of her small hand, the steady rhythm of her breathing, it soothes him too. Soon, sleep creeps over him, and he drifts into it, still holding her finger, still guarding her in the softest way he knows.

Later, you step into the room and pause, your breath caught. Sylus is asleep, his head tilted protectively toward her, and your daughter lies nestled between them, tiny fingers still curled around his. It’s the most precious, tender sight you’ve ever seen.

Gently, you pull a blanket over them, careful not to disturb the peace. You bend down, pressing a soft kiss to her tiny hand, then another to Sylus’s temple. Sliding into the warmth beside them, you wrap your arms around both, holding them close.

Your daughter murmurs in her sleep and snuggles a little deeper, sandwiched between the two people she trusts most in the world. In that quiet, soft cocoon, hearts beating in harmony, everything else feels distant and unimportant. Only this love, this warmth, this perfect moment matters.