My various short stories, thoughts and headcannons about Love and Deepspace.
I publish them first in my tumblr blog ( link in bio), then with some delay here as well.
if it's okie can i ask for a continuation? let's say... wedding ✨ a few years passed, mc is settling nicely with the help of sylus, luke, kieran, and even mephisto. mc becomes his right hand or smthn, main gal to kill wanderers to stock up on onychinus' protocore collection. then, the boys feel a Disturbance™
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A few years have passed since you were fired from your dream job as an associated licensed hunter and entered your new life as Sylus most important and best private protocore huntsman.
Your reputation between your tenebrae rivals is flawless! Not one wanderer in the N109 zone manages to escape your guns that are built and modified by your husband Sylus, the renowned leader of the area's biggest organization, Onychinus.
So there's no asking about your departure in the middle of night as your evol senses some strong ripples due to a powerful wanderer somewhere in the darkened zone which has been your home for the last few years now. You went alone, just you and your beloved guns, told the twins to wait in the car for you some kilometers afar.
But one thing you weren't prepared for was the giant and powerful wanderer you're battling against. Some enormous creature you've never met before and far more dangerous than you anticipated.
After an hour of reckless attacks and strength draining fighting your stamina runs off, your evol is exhausted and ammo non-existent. With your final reserves you manage to hunt it down only to be stabbed right in the heart from the back with the monster's scorpion-like tail.
The life spending organ stops at the intrusion and with gurgling sounds from the blood that spills in your throat you fall to the ground, the memories of your life play right before your inner eyes and everything goes dark.
Zayne
The alarm in his phone starts to wake him up from a restless sleep. Zayne immediately is at high alert, recognizing the sound even after years not in use. It's YOUR alarm, the one he set once as your primary care physician and never deleted it afterward.
The dark haired man swipes up to the app with your medical condition only to see that your heart rate drops to zero after quite some time of high functioning. And Zayne immediately knows the meaning of these data. You died. Just seconds before. And there's nothing he can do about it. "No, That's impossible. Not like this."
He's not your doctor anymore, wasn't for years, actually. Zayne doesn't even know where you are right now or if there is the possibility even to be brought to Akso hospital in order to get resuscitation procedures.
As his green hazel eyes are glued to the screen on his phone, unable to look away from the stilled heart icon, his own beating organ gets heavier in his chest. Even though you were with another man, didn't choose him—he still loves you, still thinks about you every second his mind isn't occupied elsewhere.
