#loveanddeepspace

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Something was wrong with him. And it wasn’t the trauma of having survived a shoot out while testing the highway’s speed-limits. No, Rowan had been through way worse…

This was a matter of heart, and only one cardiologist had the cure.

A week had now passed since he had left the hospital and returned to his normal routine. But despite his best efforts to focus on work, his mind kept wandering back to raven hair kept perfectly brushed and sharp, green eyes framed behind a pair of glasses.

“Something’s on your mind?”

The low, rich timbre of his boss’ voice broke the silence with a sarcastic compliance. Instinctively, he lowered his feet from his knee and sat up more properly on the armchair, his hands coming to a halt.

“Huh?”

Unfortunately for him, his boss had a keen eye for secret desires. From behind the heavy, dark wooden desk, he stared at Rowan with a mocking expression on his face -a silver eyebrow quirked up and the shadow of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You’re polishing that muzzle for an hour now. It’s so shiny that you’ll blind enemies before you can even pull the trigger.”

He blinked at that and looked down at the gun weighing on his palm, realising that he had got it squeaky-clean already. A heavy sigh left his lips as he put the weapon down on the coffee table, not even caring about re-assembling it, and then he leaned back onto his seat.

“It’s nothing… I was just-”

Rowan groaned quietly as he threw his head back and draped his arms over the armrests, his legs stretching out.

“Just…?”

“-just thinking.”

He finished his sentence, remaining vague with his explanation because what he could say when he was struggling sorting his own thoughts out.

Even if he stared at the ceiling, he could feel his boss’ crimson eyes boring a hole through his temple… and he knew that an earful was in the way.

“Rowan.”

With a lazy movement, he tilted his head to the side and faced his boss for the first time since he had been lurking in his office.

“Sylus.”

His mocking callback didn’t faze his boss in the slightest.

“It’s been days now. That you’re ‘thinking’...” Sylus pointed out, crossing his arms in a deliberate manner that meant seriousness.

“You arrived late to the last meeting.”

“Coincidence.”

“You’re pouting like a child after having just spent hours staring at your phone for a notification that didn’t arrive.”

That made Rowan frown and turned the other way just out of spite. He hated that he couldn’t deny that, and he wouldn’t let Sylus use his Aether Core against him to read his mind.

“Look at me when I talk to you.”

The scolding made him grumble under his breath.

“Would you prefer me doing research about what happened to the hospital?”

“As if you didn’t send Mephisto to spy on my recovery.”

Rowan scoffed as he lifted himself up from the armchair and went to lean over the desk, his gaze challenging the crimson one.

And Sylus smirked at him, finding his defensiveness entertaining.

“Was it a bullet or an arrow that crossed your heart?”

He taunted Rowan on purpose.

“Sylus.”

“Surviving so long to be fucked up from a scalpel?”

His boss kept riling him up, admiring how anger burnt him from the inside-out.

“This is not funny.”

Rowan snarled, his voice turning gruff, as his hands curled into two fists over the wood.

“This can get you killed.”

Sylus delivered coldly and precisely enough to steal his breath away.

The reminder of the fatal risks occurring in his life made him clench his jaw so tight his teeth clattered uncomfortably. He knew it. And this made it all worse, more complicated than he wished it was.

Cursing lowly, he pushed himself off the desk and stepped back.

This time Sylus let him turn his back at him, wandering around the studio like a nervous dog.

“I knew exactly how dangerous it was to let someone close…” he muttered, his tone coming out frustrated between forced deep breaths. “That was why I never did it.”

“Before,” Sylus added to correct his statement.

Because now it was obvious that Rowan was involved in something way too tender for the kind of lives they lived in the N109 Zone.

His head fell forward as he stopped in the middle of the office, his body coming to a halt but his foot still tapping against the floor in a frantic rhythm.

Rowan couldn’t keep things to himself too well. He'd stopped swallowing his feelings for other people's comfort a long time ago.

And even if pouring his heart out in front of his boss was ridiculously embarrassing, he knew that there wasn’t anybody who could understand him better than Sylus, in the end.

“...he saved me.”

The admission filled the silence with a vulnerability neither of them had ever expected.

“It’s gratefulness then. You feel like you owe him-”

“No, it’s not like that.”

He denied Sylus’ rationalisation of his feelings right away.

Initially, he had thought about it too. He had doubted his own heart’s reasons, believing that he found the cardiologist hot as a side-effect of the anaesthesia he had woken up from.

But it wasn’t so… and even if he had satisfied the physical attraction that night when he had accepted to accompany Zayne home, there was something inside him that craved for more -a deeper connection, a real relationship.

“He looks at me like…”

The words failed him for a moment, and he let out a humourless chuckle. One of his hands rose. His fingers scratched absently at his hairline before running through his hair, then dropped back to his side.

Closing his eyes, he could still see raven hair falling messily against soft pillows and the first rays of sun lighting the gold speckles into those green eyes.

He sighed heavily.

“...as if me, still being alive, matters to him.”

Sylus could’ve retorted and reassured him that he had people caring for him still being in this world -himself, the twins. But he understood what Rowan was trying to say, and he couldn’t put the two different kinds of affection on the same level.

He was his boss, his friend, but didn’t have any right to mingle when two souls finally met.

He had lost his own other half, so he wouldn’t deprive Rowan of his.

“Then stop behaving like a teenager and go already.”

Rowan blinked.

Tilting his head back, he looked at his boss from beyond his shoulder and then slowly turned to face him again.

“What…?”

He didn’t think that he had heard that right.

“If you don’t go see him, you’ll keep sighing and pouting like a lovesick pup forever. I had enough of you for today. Go.” Sylus shooed him away with a flick of his hand and put on his glasses to begin reading the new weapons’ cargo report.

He hesitated a moment, still stunned by having been dismissed earlier for such a matter.

Then a small grin tugged a corner of his mouth as he looked at Sylus for one last time before heading towards the door.

“I’ll make you my best man.”

Rowan returned to his usual self, his tone affectionately sarcastic as he bided his farewells for the night, and even if he couldn't see it, he knew Sylus had rolled his eyes at him for saying that.

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Lads sylus x fem reader!

Camping with a billionaire

Summary: A camping trip where the only thing wild is how far Sylus will go to keep Sweetie comfortable.

Note: Hello mortals!! Hope you guys are great and I just wish that I get more salary this month... magically!!!!!

You spent an entire week showing Sylus cute camping videos where couples struggled to pitch tents, burned marshmallows, and laughed under the stars. You were determined to have a "real outdoor experience." Sylus listened in complete silence, occasionally nodding while secretly texting someone. By the morning of the trip, a luxury RV the size of a small apartment rolled into the driveway, complete with marble floors, heated bedrooms, a chef's kitchen, and better Wi-Fi than your apartment.

"Sylus... that's not camping."

"It has wheels. It's outside. I'm adapting."

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You walked around the RV three times hoping a tent would magically appear from a hidden compartment. Instead, you found a cinema room, an espresso bar, and a bathroom larger than your childhood bedroom. Somewhere deep inside, your dream of sleeping on the ground quietly packed its bags and left.

"Where's the tent?"

"Why would I voluntarily sleep in fabric?"

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The campground went completely silent when the enormous RV parked beside a family using a tiny two-person tent. Children pointed. Parents stared. One old man slowly removed his glasses just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Sylus casually stepped outside holding a mug of coffee like this happened every Tuesday.

"Everyone's looking at us."

"They're admiring my parking."

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You insisted on gathering firewood yourself because "that's part of camping." Sylus watched you struggle for exactly twenty-three seconds before a helicopter appeared overhead carrying neatly bundled premium firewood. The pilot saluted before flying away. You simply blinked at the sky.

"...Did you order firewood by helicopter?"

"You looked tired."

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Your backpack contained instant noodles, canned beans, and snacks. Sylus revealed a private chef preparing steak, fresh pasta, and handmade desserts. Somehow the chef had already learned your favorite tea without ever meeting you.

"I packed ramen..."

"Keep it. Emergencies happen."

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You proudly unpacked your sleeping bag, determined to use it at least once. Sylus quietly replaced it with silk bedding that probably cost more than a car. When you tried putting the sleeping bag back, he folded it with suspicious respect and stored it away like a museum artifact.

"You're ruining the experience."

"I'm upgrading it."

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When it got dark, you wanted to tell ghost stories around the fire. Sylus agreed... until hidden speakers turned on automatically, soft lanterns illuminated the trees, and warm blankets appeared from somewhere. Even the ghosts would've felt too comfortable to haunt anyone.

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You found a mosquito near your arm and prepared for battle. Before you could even slap it, tiny discreet insect repellents activated around the RV. The mosquito changed direction so fast it looked personally offended.

"Did you declare war on bugs?"

"I don't negotiate with terrorists."

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You wanted to roast marshmallows over the campfire. Sylus handed you imported handmade vanilla marshmallows because apparently normal ones weren't "balanced in flavor." You rolled your eyes while secretly admitting they tasted incredible.

"You're such a snob."

"A well-fed snob."

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You pointed excitedly at the stars, expecting Sylus to admire the sky with you. Five minutes later, an astronomer arrived carrying a high-powered telescope because Sylus wanted you to "see them properly." Even the moon seemed confused.

"You hired a scientist?"

" In case you wanted their names"

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You wanted to fish for dinner. Sylus rented the entire lake "just in case" someone disturbed your peace. You caught one tiny fish after two hours while he applauded like you'd won an Olympic medal.

"It's literally this big."

"Greatness isn't measured in centimeters."

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When you complained about being cold, Sylus silently wrapped you in his jacket before quietly increasing the RV's temperature. He pretended nothing happened while checking every five minutes if your hands were warm again.

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You woke up expecting birds chirping outside your tent. Instead, you smelled fresh croissants and coffee because breakfast had somehow been prepared before sunrise. Camping with Sylus apparently came with room service.

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You insisted on hiking a difficult trail. Halfway through you admitted your legs hurt, but your pride refused to quit. Sylus quietly crouched in front of you without saying a word, ready to carry you the rest of the way.

"I'm not that tired."

"You're already climbing onto my back."

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By the end of the trip you realized you had technically gone camping, but somehow you had also watched movies in reclining seats, eaten five-star meals, and slept under Egyptian cotton sheets while parked in the forest.

"Next time... actual camping?"

"We'll compromise. I'll remove one chandelier."

For example a popstar!MC whose boyfriend is a loser/part of marketing..MC gets sick of him and emotionally cheats with Rafayel. I think they'd be ok with it ngl.

Could you please write about this AU 👀 🩷

OOO what a spicy take !!!

morally, i want to disagree with you… but actually… you might be onto something.

i do feel like rafayel would go for it if you were distant enough/hardly in the relationship anyway. even bringing a little bit of exhibitionism into it to make your jerk boyfriend jealous. 👀

sylus, though he is the king of desire and taking what you want, i still feel like would want you to stand up for yourself and make it known to your jerk boyfriend that you didn’t want to do it anymore. that way he could have you all to himself. 😈 don’t get me wrong- there are still spicy/tempting exchanges that lead up to that.

i would love to write about this!! can’t decide if i should just do a rafayel and sylus version… or if i should attempt to write for all 6 LIs? 🧐

i’m like maybe 5k words in and I can’t stop thinking about the later scenes in the series omg. this is the problems with writing fics based off of movies and stuff.

trying to keep sylus’ personality along with a mix of the beast (prince adam) from BOTH the live action and animated movie is a challenge. i’d like some advice on that after i post this first chapter though. the way prince adam is described in the disney movies and how he acts is very contrary and i’m trying to find similarities in his personality and sylus’ to make a well fleshed out character.

in the 1991 movie, you can see more of adam’s anger and his lore accurate personality but you can see that he is very caring through his micro-expressions and his actions as he realizes he loves belle. his servants also treat him well but are scared of his anger issues.

in the 2017 version, adam is more sassy (like sylus) and he doesn’t react with rage to anything until belle almost touched the rose in his room. he more or less is just passive aggressive and he seems to be more aristocratic in this version. his servants are also not affected by him raging like how they do in the 1991 version which is a big change to say the least.

sylus himself, treats his servants well. when we see him making deals in the n109 zone he does seem to be aggressive, but he’s more cocky and arrogant than angry. everyone in the n109 zone fears him but the ones close to him like luke and kieran don’t seem to have that fear because they know how caring he really is.

GYM PICS

synopsis: you weren’t “together,” so it felt silly texting sylus that you missed his face … so you decided to try asking him for his workout routine instead.

tags: LADS, LADS (suggestive) fluff, sylus x reader, pre-relationship sylus x reader

content warnings: 18+ MDNI, no smut but suggestive conversation

word count: 1.3k

note: we know this can’t be canon bc sylus is terrible at taking pics LOLLL