@Disclaimer: This story is a work of fanfiction created by me. The characters, settings, and original storyline belong to their respective creators and owners. This fanfiction is not intended for commercial purposes, and no copyright infringement is intended. All rights to the original content remain with the original creators. In 2034, humanity received its first message from deep space. Although the transmission remained shrouded in mystery, it ignited people's curiosity to explore the universe and discover unknown civilizations. This is the origin of the epic tale known as the Deepspace Legend. Yet with the arrival of this cosmic message, creatures called Wanderers appeared and attacked humans. Thus, the Deepspace Hunter was born. Because of childhood incident, Luna was determined to become a Deepspace Hunter. After graduating from college, she joined the Hunters Association. She meets her childhood friend Zayne, but he's her primary doctor now. Since that incident 14 years ago, she promised herself, "If I survive this, I don't want to be anyone's prey. I don't want to only run when there's danger..."

This story is about silver a hunter named silver. She would do anything to stop the wanders. What she didn't expect was to attracted by three hansome men who have stories of their own. Stories they wouldn't share with anyone not even the woman they all love.

A fanfic for Zaynes mythology chapters in love and deep space. :)

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.

𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚝 ‡ ꜱʏʟᴜꜱ (ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ꜱᴘᴀᴄᴇ) ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ "Sylus, this is too much! We still need to buy lots of stuff when the baby's born!" an incredulous glance is thrown straight at the man standing in front of you. Unfazed, Sylus merely chuckle as he grabs ahold of your chin gently. "Oh, sweetie," he tilts your head up, planting a loving kiss on your cheek. "A small amount of money for your safety wouldn't make me go broke." [ under revision . . . ]

"You don't seem very happy to see me. That greeting is not warm enough, kitten." "Really? Come here, let me set you on fire, then."