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Zayne’s week had been brutal.

An endless shuffle of emergency cases, delicate surgeries, and the kind of pressure that sat squarely on his shoulders without mercy. Sleep had been a fragmented luxury, meals an afterthought. Even texting you had become a late-night indulgence, words exchanged on hospital breakroom couches or between sterile gloves and scrub changes. He hated weeks like this—weeks that stole the hours from him, and worst of all, kept you at a distance he couldn’t seem to cross.

He didn’t expect anything from you. You never demanded anything of him, not even when the silences stretched longer than they should. But you always had a way of knowing. Of stepping into the spaces where his words failed, filling them with something warmer, something that softened the edges of all that intensity he carried like armor.

And so when you walked into the hospital that late afternoon—quietly, unannounced, your hands carrying a familiar white paper bag from that little patisserie tucked between the library and the florist—you weren’t expecting anything in return.

The gesture wasn’t grand. It wasn’t even planned. It was just… you. Thoughtful, gentle, and effortlessly attuned to the rhythm of him.

You let yourself into his office, the lights dimmed low, the scent of antiseptic still clinging faintly to the air. The bag crinkled softly as you moved to take out the box of sweets and set it down on his desk, along with a short note scribbled in your handwriting: For the best heart in the hospital. A small heart followed the sentence, which you immediately regretted but didn't peel off. Let him tease you about it later.

Inside, perfectly arranged, were his favorite sweets: delicate lemon earl grey macarons, the shells crisp and pale, just the way he liked. A few matcha ones nestled beside them, and a small, flaky pastry you weren’t sure he’d have time to eat, but brought anyway.

You didn’t linger in his office, didn’t want to interrupt if he was between procedures. You slipped out quietly, thinking you’d text him later, maybe tell him where you left the bag in case he missed it.

But fate had other plans. You nearly collided with him in the hallway just as the office door clicked shut behind you. He was still in his scrubs, a fresh set—light blue, creased at the collar. His hair was tousled in a way that told you he hadn’t sat down in hours, and the look in his eyes was all clinical focus—until he saw you.

Something in his expression broke, just a little. A flicker of light against the quiet tension he carried in his chest.

“You…” he murmured, gaze flicking from your face to the bag in your hand, then back to the closed door behind you. A slow breath left him, the kind that only happened when something eased inside his. “Were you just in my office?”

You gave a soft nod, a sheepish smile pulling at your lips. “Didn’t want to bother you. Just thought you could use something sweet.”

For a moment, Zayne just looked at you, and the lines of exhaustion etched into his face softened. His hand found yours before you realized he’d even reached for it, fingers curling around your wrist with a gentle urgency.

Then, without a word, he leaned down and kissed you. It wasn’t rushed, wasn’t showy. It was slow, almost reverent, his mouth brushing against yours like he was trying to remind himself what it felt like to breathe. Your eyes fluttered shut, surprise giving way to warmth as you leaned into it, letting the moment stretch between you like something sacred.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested lightly against yours. Your smile curved, teasing and tender. “You’re being sweet,” you whispered, amused. “Should I be concerned?”

Zayne huffed a quiet laugh, the corners of his mouth barely tilting, but it was real. Real in the way that mattered.

“Thank you,” he said, voice low and steady, his thumb tracing a line across your knuckles. “For thinking of me. Even when I barely had time to think of anything.”

“You’re always on my mind,” you replied simply.

He didn’t answer that with words. He just held your hand a little tighter, as if to say don’t go yet, even if his pager buzzed just a breath later, summoning him back to the chaos.

And as you watched him walk away—just before he disappeared behind the double doors again—he turned and glanced back.

Not with a smirk and not with one of his usual sharp, unreadable looks. But with something soft. Something meant only for you.

Adoration.

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- he's just so cruel :(

- fingering in the tub is his idea of aftercare

- he spent money on that vibrator.. he expects you to use it

- what happens after he begs you to sit on his face

- you didnt tell him you wouldnt stop?!?

- eepy morning sex :P

- subby!sylus who?!

- princess kinkkkkkk

- you're begging him to pay attention to you

- drunk on ur taste

- having you on his lap is his favorite thing ever

- 👅

- spankings with meanie!sylus

- you just like the feeling of him in your mouth

- he let you be on top

- he'll let u do whatever u want to him when he's needy

- his toys are way too small

Sylus eventually wakes up and notices his wife is missing and immediately goes to look for her. He hears laughter coming from the kitchen and as he gets closer he recognizes the voices

Finally at the entrance he sees the three of them cooking together and having fun. He can't help but smile fondly at the sight suddenly feeling emotional.

When they notice his presence they beckon him over excitedly, and with an amused laugh he joins them for their late night snack. It's an assortment of different things they all crave.

Huddled together around the counter they eat and talk about random things, interests, daily occurrences. Simple yet meaningful exchanges. The Sylus of the past would've never imagined this. Domesticity was once a foreign concept, family was an idea he had once given up on.

But it didn't seem foreign or impossible now, on the contrary, he believes in the possibility of them very well. He has a family, a home, a safe place. There are people he loves and love him.

He doesn't notice it, not until Luke hesitantly points it out.

He's crying.

He feels unusually vulnerable, an urge to run away-to hide, is present. Instinct to not lower his guard. He almost listens, but immediately pushes the thought away when he feels three pairs of arms around him.

It's quiet with the exception of his barely suppressed sniffles. They don't ask questions nor offer any words, they just let him feel. Arms hugging him tightly, grounding, a silent 'we're here'

Sylus angst hurt/comfort card when

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“Pips… come to bed..” he rubs the sleep from his eyes as he sits up from the light coming from your switch.

“I can’t Caleb!! My Mii has rejected you 5 times already and I’m not stopping until we’re dating.” He wraps an arm around your waist as he snuggles into it.

“Babe, we’re dating in real life it’s okay it’ll happen naturally in your game.” You furrow your brow as you look over at him, snuggling up to your waist tiredly.

“How would you feel if my Mii dated someone else’s Mii?” He freezes and buries himself further in your waist as he mumbles.

“….I’d probably delete the other Mii..”

“Exactly! But I put a lot of work into making it, so I wouldn’t wanna delete it..”

Caleb hums in agreement and hugging you tighter as you continue with your constant saving and rebooting the game. You yawn as you continue your rebooting, causing Caleb to sit up. He gentle grabs the switch from your hands and just changes everyone else’s dating preferences and he hums. The confession cutscene starts again and he smiles seeing that he’s the only option.

Caleb yawns and turns over to you and kisses your cheek before saving the game.

“All done… You have to wake up for work in 4 hours..”

He sets the switch on bedside table in its dock and pulls you into his arms. Hugging you tightly and pulling you close.. “Sleep now pips..”

Feeling his arms around you sleep surrounds you instantly, Caleb only fully falls asleep hearing your steady breath.

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Caleb is tying his tie whilst looking in the mirror, he’s tilting his head checking that his uniform is in order. While looking at his reflection he notices you in the reflection. You’re ready for work, so with your extra time your playing tomodachi life again. He rolls his eyes and walks over to you and kisses your head.

Glancing over at your switch to see what your doing he sees his Mii, he widened his eyes a bit seeing you gave him the dog kennel room interior. You smile at him, clearly nothing is wrong with it. Giving him a kiss on the cheek you send him off to work.

You end up taking your switch with you, keeping it in your purse and playing it with your free time and sending him updates. You text him things like…

“Your Mii just beat me in a mini game. I’m gonna fight you tn.”

“I just gave your Mii cilantro as punishment for making mine mad.”

Caleb indulges you and he replies with “<3”, “<\3”, and “I would never do that to you, my Mii is wrong. Love you :)”

sylus x mc / angst ! / implications of third myth spoilers / sfw / mentions of death + wounds

not in the way you may think. of course, the man doesn't mind blood getting involved when the you both get intimate by any means. it's seeing you in such pain day to day that brings back vivid memories you've luckily (?) forgotten.

days on end, the repetitive cycle of such excruciating pain, a pain you fought so desperately to ease, to end, to finally experience the peace that lies on the other side of eternity. the pain that coursed throughout your entire body, like open wounds being repeatedly punctured and massaged with salt.

a pain that had no cure, no matter how hard you tried. what you tried.

all he could do was stand there, watch you suffer. there was no action he could take, nothing he could even attempt to provide that would take even an ounce of the weight off of your tired body. he was hopeless.

he remembers that some days, even his words weren't enough. telling you to rest, reassuring you that soon, you will get your wish. that soon the two of you would live normal, mortal lives alongside each other. even when he established your future, plans of building your ideal home together, moving in together, getting engaged, growing old together.

you both wanted nothing more than to experience life in a new light.

yet, no matter how much he spoke, how much he attempted to convince, he could never miss the hesitation behind your eyes. the skepticism.

this... curse was bestowed upon you, the one person in his world who couldn't even try to deserve such torment. the only person in the world who gave him purpose.

even now, as you lie curled up on his silk bedsheets, all he can do is watch. stand by, provide any support you may need, if you may need it.

but, it's different in this lifetime. now, the pain is nowhere near as bad as you once experienced decades ago. now, he is able to provide for you, even if the relief is only temporary.

he's able to be present, have you use him however you see fit to comfort yourself. he no longer has to watch you strive to release, to watch you look forward to finally meeting your end.

now, all you request from him are some painkillers, some water. his presence.

the minute he enters the room, you peer up at him with watery eyes. immediately, his expression softens, and he quickly holds out everything you asked of him. two pills lay in his right hand, and he holds a tall, clear glass of water in his left.

you give him the slightest smile, the only movement you can muster from the constant ache in your abdomen.

"head up, sweetie." he coos, setting the glass down on the nightstand before his hand finds it's way to the back of your head.

gently, he lifts you. you huff a bit at the sudden shift, but you know everything will get easier once you get the painkillers down.

swiftly, he slides into bed with you, letting his broad shoulder hold the weight of your body.

he holds out the pills to you, allowing you to take them at your own pace. he gently massages your belly as you drink, watching intently as you swallow.

you nod your head once you're finished, handing the now empty glass back to him.

sylus smiles softly, allowing his evol to place the glass right back atop the nightstand.

as thanks, and also selfishly seeking his warmth, you curl into him, arms wrapping around his waist to seek out heat and friction.

he hesitates for a moment, tensing up slightly. the realization hits him, hard. the realization that you truly aren't going anywhere. that you're here to stay, that you won't be gone by the time sunrise meets the horizon.

that you're safe, right here, in his embrace.

not because you’re forced to, but because you chose to.

he places a hand atop your head ever-so-slowly, his fingers curling into your hair. he holds you closer, pressing his lips against the soft skin of your forehead.

he sits there for minutes on end, taking it in all at once. comprehending that you are truly are okay. that there’s no impending doom around the corner. that you both still have time together, and he’ll be dammed if he lets anything attempt to disrupt that fact.

there you lay, in his arms, eyes closed. your eyelashes gently rest atop your cheeks. he can hear your soft breath echoing through his ears, feel your chest rising up and down against his body.