SmirkingWolf
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Sylus is working late, again. His work in important, that much is obvious, and you don't want to be a bother. But you want to be close to him, too.
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09 Aug 2026
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Exposure Therapy by Sylus Qin MD. (do not try at home) by Siiminglystrange
Fandoms: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
12 Jul 2026
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“I chose you because i knew you could handle it. Besides, it’s not so fun to blow up venues without your company.”
“Pardon, blow up-”
He shushes her with a condescending little flick of his head, and makes an amused sound when she does not, in fact, shut up.
A small beep goes off in Sylus’ coat pocket, and he grins unmercifully as she stares at him in somewhat familiar, abject horror.
“Tell me you didn’t.”
“It’s only a small explosion, Sweetie. Unless, of course, you can’t handle it?”Fuck him.
OR- Sylus suggests exposure therapy when all else fails, approved by no one. Chaos ensues.
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- Part 2 of Vignettes in Colour
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08 Aug 2026
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This entire fic can be captured in one sentence: car sex with Sylus. This one is entirely self-indulgent. Death & Rebirth Main Story Sylus had me panting. The entire car chase scene lives rent-free in my head. I actually don't think Sylus would have semi-public sex, especially not at this point with MC, especially-especially not while things were so dangerous, bc he would never risk her safety. HOWEVER, adrenaline can make you horny, so we're gonna call it that, okay? Logic is gone. Only horny remains. They deserve this.
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07 Aug 2026
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i think i hate you (i don't know how to love you) by cyli
Fandoms: 恋与深空 | Love and Deepspace (Video Game)
29 Jul 2026
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It's always we, with Sylus. Whenever he offers you something. It's never I, never just you. Always we, always a pair, like he can't imagine existing separately from you. There is no Sylus without you; there is no you without Sylus. He carries you now, and you rest against the curve of his neck like you belong there. A perfect fit. Two perfect puzzle pieces slotted together. Two halves of a soul that have spent their entire lives searching for the other. You feel safe for what might be the first time. “I think I hate you,” you say.
(or, a look into the grief that comes when the only love you've ever known ends in loss, when anger is all that remains in you, when you run out of people to blame.)
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07 Aug 2026
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“Hanahaki.”
A curse. A disease of the heart. An affliction that medicine can’t heal, and no amount of rest will mend. Something not born of ingesting poison or an illness you contracted from another. A burden of love.
Unreturned love.
“Of course,” you whisper as your laughter fades, staring down at the accursed black dahlia bloom still cradled in your hand as if it isn’t the catalyst for your plight. “This is how it ends.”
Not on a battlefield with an arrow pierced through your heart. Not of betrayal with a dagger to your stomach. It ends from loving him from the shadows.
From never asking for his heart in return.
General Qin Che x You