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maruflix · 29 days ago

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DO MONSTERS DREAM OF ETERNAL LOVE?

People call him a tyrant, a monster — but Sukuna Ryōmen, in all his monstrous glory, knows how to cherish — and to hate him, while being the target of his affection, is no easy feat.

feat. heian era!sukuna ryōmen　　⎯⎯　wc. 2.8k

cw. female reader, reader is a jujutsu sorcerer, incorrect jjk lore, heian era sukuna, soft sukuna, ooc (this is very self indulgent), cussing, mentions of blood and violence, kissing, smut at the end, unprotected sex, creampie, sukuna has two ...... , no beta we die like my hopes and dreams after reading how jjk ends

note. feeling kinda down lately so i wrote this for myself (mostly) + all soft!sukuna lovers out there ♡

The hum of your power thrums in the air. Or maybe, it was the sound of your own heartbeat.

With fists balled up hard enough to draw blood, you stare ahead at your husband’s courtyard — or rather, what was left of it, — as it burns with your magic, the licks of blue pyre dancing in the night sky. To the far right, a group of maidservants are huddled together, shivering in fear.

Was this enough to rouse his rage?

Without having to turn your head, you know that Sukuna is standing behind you. You can feel it in the way the air shifts, struggling to hold the weight of his jujutsu. Even with him just standing there, the ground seems to tremor in reverence.

“When will this cease?”

You hate how the sound of his voice still makes you freeze. Yet, even as you tremble, you stood with your head held high. Death no longer scares you — if any, it was release.

‘Just do it,’ you thought over and over again, repeating it like a mantra, ‘just kill me already.’

There was a rustle, then a hand on your shoulder. For a moment, you wondered if Sukuna was finally going to grant you your wish. But in one swift motion, you are pulled back into his waiting embrace.

You gasp as Sukuna’s four arms greedily envelops your small body, bathing you in his scent. His chest rumbles with laughter, like you’re the most amusing thing he’s seen all day.

“If you truly wanted to confound me, perhaps you can try killing the servants,” Sukuna muses, then adds, “though I have no need for them anyway.”

You struggle against his grasp, but Sukuna’s strength far overpowers you. Your frustration brought you to tears, knowing that your efforts were, once again, in vain.

“Kill me.” you hiss, through the blur of your own tears.

When Sukuna leans down to whisper in your ear, his voice is low with teasing, “Don’t feel like it. Try harder, won’t you?”

Your whole body trembles with anger, wanting desperately to strangle him. Should you do it? Even if you didn’t manage to kill him, would he finally snap and kill you? Should you? Your hands shiver in anticipation. He is so close, you can almost reach for his neck.

Your killing intent must’ve been so potent that one of Sukuna’s aides moves forward, his eyes roaming your figure in suspicion. He unsheathes his blade quietly, just enough for you to take notice.

You pause in surprise, barely registering the sound of a slash — before his head rolls to the ground.

The blood splatters on the ground, marring the white snow with crimson, and you turn around in shock, seeing Sukuna still lifting one finger, a bored expression on his face. More aides rush forward to deal with the corpse, their bodies trembling.

The air was heavy, then Sukuna returns your gaze — and the pressure disappears. “Come inside, you can’t be standing in the middle of winter with that weak body of yours.”

Your heart burns with an unfamiliar feeling.

It was only after the doors slid to a close that you realize Sukuna has disappeared, leaving his haori secured tightly around your shoulders. The heavy fabric pulsates with warmth, unaffected by the winter winds.

And despite your hatred for the man who has taken away your freedom, you can’t find it in you to throw it away.

When you first entered Sukuna Ryōmen’s palace as his wife, people thought of you as one of his many war trophies, a new plaything that Lord Sukuna will eventually discard once he’s run you dry.

But they are mistaken and misguided.

You will not sit still and wither away until he finally decides that he’s bored of you. In your early days of being Sukuna’s wife, you have rebelled and fought: tying to stir up problems, to make his life harder; you have turned his estate upside down — and with it, all of his aides and retainers, — yet you’ve never succeeded in irking him.

Not even once.

When he would slaughter someone for simply holding their head too high in his presence, Sukuna takes one look at the havoc you wrecked in his estate and laughs.

Now, the insignificance of your own efforts have started to cast a shadow of doubt in your heart.

“Little one?”

You raise your head, your eyes clear without a hint of fear.

Up on his throne, Sukuna gazes at you questioningly. You’ve never sought him out before, but here you are, barging in without a care in the world.

Not that he minds.

“I want to go outside.” You never ask, you demand — and although Sukuna doesn’t always grant you your wishes, he always lets your insolence slide.

“This again?” Sukuna sighs, slowly, like he’s talking to a misbehaving child, “even if you try to run away, I will always find you, so why bother?”

You shake your head. “With you.”

Sukuna pauses, then grins, “I must’ve heard wrong. What did you just say?”

“With you,” you repeat irritably, “I want to walk with you.”

There’s another pause. Sukuna tilts his head, as if pondering. Then he stands. “Very well,” he says nonchalantly, “I shall indulge you.”

Fighting back a smile from blossoming on your face, you cursed yourself in anger. You didn’t know when everything began to change; when his constant presence no longer lights you with fury, when his touch starts to become tolerable, and when you start turning your head to catch a second glimpse whenever he walks past.

You find, in your horror, that your hatred for Sukuna Ryōmen did not grow — it waned.

Sukuna walks a few steps behind you, but his gaze follows your movements intently. Like a snake coiled up, ready to attack; waiting, for you to stir up even more trouble for him.

The streets are deserted. Not a single villager is in sight, opting to hide in the sanctuary of their own houses than risking being seen by the King of Curses.

Maybe you’d take off after the first alley, or try slipping away amongst the buildings. Anything, any trick, was fair game with you — Sukuna may imprison you, but he can’t tell what you were thinking.

At first, he finds your defiance adorable; the way you think your temper tantrums can faze him is amusing. It was hard to remember that you were one of the era’s greatest sorcerers when your powers are not even a fraction of his.

Yet, your fierceness and stubbornness is one that he acknowledges. Even as you tremble and shake in his presence, you are never afraid to meet his gaze — holding it, — challenging him to look away first.

When he looks at you again, you’re already staring at him. “Why are you walking all the way back there?”

You’re looking at him with those eyes again, those insolent eyes that has been following him around lately. It takes every last bit of his willpower not to claim you right there and then in the hallways of his estate when you continue to look at him as he goes about his day, seemingly unaware that your gaze is dripping with desire.

Truly, he can’t seem to discern your thoughts.

“What, were you hoping for me to hold your hand?” Sukuna raises an eyebrow, “You need only ask.”

To his absolute surprise, you stretch out a hand, open, waiting for him to take it.

For all the times you’d asked him to kill you, you sure had a funny way of showing your hatred. Sukuna has a hundred sarcastic comebacks and he’s going through each one, but all of them died in his throat when you sneezed.

He takes your hand in one fluid motion, his other arm snaking around your waist. “You wish to go out, when you’re this weak?” He tries to sound irritated, but his gentle touch betrays him.

You can feel his cursed energy spike, enveloping you comfortably. Gently.

“We’ll walk again when the weather is warmer.”

The winter wind is harsh against your back, but his innocent declaration has set your heart on fire.

Tonight, the estate is empty.

You follow the long streak of blood to the direction of Sukuna’s quarters. Pushing the door open, the moonlight pours into the room, illuminating your husband’s sleeping figure. His haori is thrown on the corner of the room, the ends of his nagagi smeared with red.

Sukuna always drinks after an especially satisfying conquest. And when he does...

Above him, your shadow looms. Under your long sleeves, the glint of a knife shines coldly. Your body shakes as you move forward, half-expecting him to wake up.

But even when you kneel next to him, his chest continues to move up and down, four eyes closed in restful slumber.

You breathe shakily. He’s so close, with no aide to stop you. So close, the knife seems to vibrate in your hand. You can kill him, and he’d be none the wiser.

The sharp edge of the blade now hangs above Sukuna’s neck, the weight of what you’re about to do settling on your shoulders like rocks.

Even if you fail, Sukuna will probably just laugh at you — look at you with the same gentle eyes, mocking you for your folly, your recklessness. “What kind of trick are you pulling now?” he’d say, then click his tongue, “You’d have to try harder than that.”

He’s so close.

But if you do succeed, by some kind of miracle, and you finally put an end to the strongest sorcerer in history — guess Sukuna won’t be able to keep his promise, huh?

There’s a pang in your heart, your resolve weakening — how dare he treat you impossibly gently, yet refusing to lay a hand on you, pretending not to see how you yearn for him? How dare he make you fall in love with him, then not take responsibility for it?

So close.

Tears are blurring your vision now, the grip on your knife loosening—

“I’m not getting any younger here,” In the darkness, Sukuna’s voice resounds, “if you want to kill me, just do it already.”

His voice holds no malice, just mirth — and you break down in sobs, your knife clattering to the floor.

You can’t kill him.

“Do not weep, little one.” Sukuna wipes the tears from your lashes, “Have I not always indulged you?”

How dare—

Sukuna engulfs your shaking figure, shushing you as you sob into his chest. “What a wife I have,” he chuckles, “whatever shall I do with you?”

“Kill me,” — but you don’t want him to, “I hate you.” — but you don’t.

Sukuna’s embrace only gets tighter. “I don’t feel like it. You’re going to have to be more convincing than that.”

Angling your head upwards, you find Sukuna staring at you with twinkling eyes. You take a deep breath, gathering all your courage—

and you kiss him hard.

You thought you’d catch him by surprise, but Sukuna returns your kiss with the same ferocity, one hand holding the back of your head to keep you in place as he pushes deeper.

You’re too busy tangling your hands in his hair to notice that he’s already laid you on the futon, his lower arms gripping your waist possessively.

“You hate me, huh?” Sukuna pulls away to mock you but he does little to hide his own desire when his lips grazes your neck, hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

“I do.” but you push his head further, shamelessly moaning when Sukuna plants kisses down your neck, sucking and tasting, his hands roaming your body in hunger.

Sukuna’s knee settles between your heat, and you blush at the realization of how soaked you are.

“When you break into my room, were you hoping for this?” Sukuna breathes against your ear, mercilessly teasing you again, “For me to pin you down and have my way with you?”

Your heart thunders in your chest as you glare at him, half-heartedly.

Sukuna snickers at your inability to make a comeback, squeezing your hips when the top of your knee brushes against the bulge in his pants. “Careful now,” he hisses.

“Are you afraid?” you reply as Sukuna’s eyes returns to you, searing you with the heat it holds.

“You really are an insolent woman.” Sukuna’s grip on you tightens, “Just because I always indulge you, it doesn’t mean I will be merciful.”

You shudder when he pulls open your kimono with a jerk of his hand, leaving your body exposed. Before you can cover yourself, two of his arms are pinning your wrists up above your head, the other two roaming your body before dragging your underwear to your ankles with unconcealed urgency.

“I haven’t even touched you down there but you’re already soaked,” there’s that teasing voice again as Sukuna’s hand lingers around your thigh, “what a naughty girl.”

“Shut up,” you hiss, but you’re pushing your hips up, trying to chase his hand —

Sukuna meanly pulls back, refusing to grant you pleasure. “Beg.” he grins, spreading your thigh open.

You bite your lip, almost going crazy. “Please,” you finally cry out, “touch me, I need you—”

That’s all it took for Sukuna to bury his face in your cunt, licking and sucking before parting your folds with his long tongue. You scream when he fingers your clit before inserting a finger in, his tongue still hot inside of you.

“Fuuuck, look at you,” Sukuna groans, one of his arms pushing your legs even farther apart as he pumps his finger in and out, “so good for me.”

Your toes curl as you come all over him, moaning his name.

Sukuna disrobes, and — while panting from the high of your orgasm, — you let your gaze trail down his body, down to the large mouth in his stomach, and even further down.

Sukuna catches you staring and chuckles, pressing himself close to you — one cock against your entrance and the other laying flat on your lower stomach. “Like what you see?”

You’re breathless, “Y-you’re not going to fit.”

But your words only excite him more. “We’ll see,” and he pushes into you, making you scream at the sudden stretch of your walls, hot and pulsating.

Sukuna is groaning on top of you, four arms holding you in place as he mercilessly pushes himself deeper, thrusting raggedly. “Fuck,” your walls are clenching and unclenching, desperately trying to adjust to his size, “spread those legs wider, little one.”

You comply, feeling him driving into you, finally setting a steady pace. Every slap sends shocks of pleasure down your spine. The way his cock splits you open has you panting breathlessly—

“Not there!” you scream as he brushes against a spot that sets your nerves aflame.

Sukuna grinds against that spot harder, your screams and cries falling on deaf ears. “What a weakling,” he mocks, voice rough, “you’re squealing.” but he’s also leaking, his cock layered in white as he thrusts into you, the other cock dripping in pre as he buries his mouth in your breasts, licking and biting.

You’re seeing stars now — every part of your body claimed, “I’m—” you breathe out, feeling your lower stomach squeeze in pleasure.

Before you can finish, Sukuna presses his mouth to yours, his tongue slipping inside. You moan at the kiss, feeling your walls clamp harder around Sukuna’s length, trying to milk him.

Sukuna groans and bottoms out with one brutal thrust. “Take it,” he moans, twitching inside you, spewing thick ropes of cum. “take it all.” his second cock spurts out white all over your abdomen all the way up to your breasts.

He collapses on top of you, refusing to pull out. Both of you are panting.

“Do you really love me?” you whisper, eyes fluttering, struggling to stay open.

“Do you think I am incapable?”

“Just answer the question.” grumbling, you weakly reach out for him.

Sukuna catches your hand and intertwines it with his. “We shall talk again in the morning.”

But you are already asleep, exhausted, content.

He watches over your sleeping figure, eyes caressing your features tenderly. From the soft strands of your hair down to the graceful slope of your back, until the rest of your body disappears underneath the silk sheets —

Sukuna studies the sight of you carefully and commits it to memory.

When you entered Sukuna Ryōmen’s palace as his wife, people thought of you as one of his many war trophies, a new plaything that Lord Sukuna will eventually discard once he’s run you dry.

But their opinions are insignificant, and so, so very wrong, for your presence has shaken Sukuna’s estate to the very core — and your figure, the only thing reflected tenderly his crimson eyes.

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alaiasole · 2 months ago

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💫 welcome back to solè’s bar. today’s special: one “current boyfriend” & six hurt feelings. how i think the aot boys will react to reader calling them their current bf

→ fluff | modern au | boyfriend reactions | black!reader implied

→ tags: fluff, humor, black!reader, boyfriend moments, tiktok prank au

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eren

“hey guys! sooo today i’m vlogging with my current boyfriend—”

he turns his head so fast like.

“current??”

you try not to laugh, still looking at the camera, still tryna keep it cute:

“yeahhh, my current boyfriend.”

he stares. blinks. stares some more.

“current like… you plan on getting a new one?”

“or current like i’m the only one there’s ever gonna be?”

pauses the video. deadass.

“nah, say that again. run it back.”

“say only boyfriend ever. matter fact say soulmate. say forever.”

you’re giggling like “ok ok damn” and he’s just looking at you like:

“don’t play with me like that ever again.”

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armin

“hey guys! sooo today we’re doing a mukbang. anddd as a special guest, i have my current boyfriend!”

he pauses mid-fry. slowly turns to you.

“current??”

you’re tryna hold your laugh while he blinks like he just got hit.

“wait… current like… like temporary? like trial period? like… limited-time offer??”

he pouts immediately. full-on baby face.

“are you being serious right now?”

“so we’re not gonna be together forever?”

“you’re just gonna throw me away when you’re bored?”

you’re crying laughing now and he’s still going.

“no, it’s fine. just let me know when the breakup is so i can pack my things.”

“i can’t believe i opened your sauce packets for this.”

he folds his arms and faces away dramatically but still eats the fries

“don’t touch my nuggets. fake girlfriend.”

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levi

“okayyy so today i’m doing a lil outfit rating video, and my current boyfriend is gonna be giving his thoughts on what i wear—”

he ends the video.

no warning.

no reaction.

just clicks the phone and the screen goes black.

off-camera, it’s silent for like two seconds before—

“why the fuck would you say that.”

you’re giggling and he is not amused.

“no, seriously. what the fuck are you on about.”

“current? like i’m replaceable?”

“you trying to be funny or you just purposely pissing me off?”

he’s staring at you like you called him short in public.

“you think this shit’s cute? you wanna be single or sum?”

you’re laughing and he’s just rubbing his temples like he regrets falling in love.

“nah. don’t touch me. i’m annoyed.”

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connie

“okay hey guys! so today i’m doing a little storytime about how i met my current boyfriend—”

“yo. hold on. current??”

he was grinning at first. cheesin’ hard.

kicking his feet a little in the background.

but when that current hit his ear, his face changed IMMEDIATELY

“nah nah nah. run that back. current who? current where? current why?”

he gets up.

starts pacing in the background like he’s on the phone with the government.

“you must be talking about some other man cause me and you? we locked in. spiritually. eternally. i’m your last stop. i’m your final boss. we gon’ die together.”

you’re laughing and he’s dead serious.

“you sayin ‘current’ like i’m some lil temp assignment. girl i’m your forever. i’m your husband.”

then he gets quiet… and dramatic.

“wow. all that time i spent playin animal crossing with you. all those tacos i bought. and i’m just your current boyfriend. okay. okay. say less.”

storms off. comes back 2 minutes later with his hoodie strings tied tight like a mad toddler.

“nah but for real delete that part. i ain’t no fuckin’ current anything. i’m the one.”

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onyankopon

“hey guys, so today i’m gonna be doing a lil day-in-the-life vlog with my current boyfriend—”

he doesn’t even let you finish the sentence.

“nah. don’t say that.”

he’s not laughing.

just looking at you like… be serious.

“what the fuck is ‘current’ supposed to mean?”

you try to giggle and play it off but he’s just shaking his head.

“baby, stop playing with me. you know better than that.”

he’s looking at you like you just disrespected the whole relationship. all ten toes down in his manhood.

“i’m your only boyfriend. your forever boyfriend. current doesn’t exist.”

and then he kisses you on the cheek and goes back to driving like nothing happened.

off-camera he’s like:

“don’t even post that. i’m not finna be out here lookin like some temp. stop tryna be funny.”

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jean

“hey guys! so today i’m gonna be doing a lil get ready with me featuring my current boyfriend—”

jean immediately stops brushing your hair like—

“…current?”

he tries to laugh but it doesn’t land.

you look up and he’s just staring at you in the mirror, wide-eyed and confused.

“baby… why would you say that?”

you giggle and keep going but he’s stuck on it.

soft voice, all pouty now.

“like… you don’t actually mean that, right?”

“you’re just joking?”

“right?”

his hands drop from your shoulders.

you look back and he’s visibly sad.

“you said ‘current’ like… like i’m temporary. like you’re gonna replace me or something…”

you go to reassure him and he leans into it IMMEDIATELY.

arms around your waist. forehead pressed to your cheek.

“say you’re sorry.”

“say i’m your forever boyfriend.”

“say you love me the most.”

you’re laughing now and he’s like:

“no. i’m serious. that hurt. my heart lowkey dropped.”

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shwasutopia · 2 months ago

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OT8 Imagine - How they like to hold you and the story that shows...

I haven't written a ff for over two years so please be kind. This is my first Ateez one, hope you like it!

I am a Seonghwa blog, but I do love all members, which is why I wrote for all of them ✌️

There's nothing too triggering here, only that Yunho's story alludes to symptoms of a panic attack.

Mostly fluff, some angst, and smut if you can use your imagination.

Park Seonghwa: Arm wrapped around your waist

''It's colder than it was before,'' you said, pulling the twisted strands of hair away from your face. The wind was cold and paid no respect to the efforts you took to keep your hair tied in place. Seonghwa, next to you, exhaled an amused laugh and moved to gently pry the loose strands out of your eyes and mouth. With an expert hand that knew how to care for you, he pulled at the end of your braid- letting all the hair loose first, then tied the whole bunch into a perfect bun. He pulled out the right few strands to frame your face just the way you liked it.

''Do you want my jacket?'' he asked, pecking the tip of your nose. You shook your head no and instead snuggled into his side as you resumed your walk.

''Let me know if you need it,'' he pressed another kiss to your temple, and slipped his arm under your cardigan and around your waist pulling you closer to him. The heat of his arm on your back sent a ripple of pleasure up your spine, and your soul shivered too when his protective palm squeezed your side to bring you all the more closer.

The setting sun cast a beautiful golden light onto his handsome features, his brown eyes turning just a shade lighter in the ember light. You gazed at him and the small smile pulling at the corners of his lips. He loved it when you watched him, when you trusted him to lead you, never once needing to look at the path ahead. And why would you look anywhere else when Seonghwa rightfully took ownership of your complete attention from the day you first met.

You just needed this, his presence, his warmth and the arm wrapped around your waist taking you home, where every night ends with your body encased in his arms.

‘’When we marry, I want to do this every day,’’ he mumbled so quietly you almost didn’t catch it. You wondered if this was a thought that was meant to stay sheltered inside his head only that it became too strong to keep quiet.

His cheeks glowed red, and he cast his gaze in the opposite direction, fingers drumming nervously where they sat on your waist. Your heart squeezed - love, so much love held you a happy hostage, that you had to wonder if it was even allowed to harbour so much love inside. Can the universe handle the strength of it all? Is she big enough to hold it?

‘’Seonghwa..’’ you spoke up softly, reaching your hand to gently pull his chin in your direction. He looked at you, eyes wide and only a fraction afraid, because as shy as he was to confess his dreams to you, he was confident that they would come true. One day you will be someone who wore a band around their finger and called him husband.

‘’You know I love you right?’’ You asked, poking his lips, letting them loose from the trap of his teeth. He would do this often, bite his lips when he tried to stop himself from saying something he thought would betray too much of his heart. You’ve only been together for over a year, but from the day he met you, and chased you with compliments and songs until you gave your heart to him, he knew he wanted eternity with you. If he was a star, it was only because you were the atoms fusing and bringing him to life. And you’d gladly put in the work to do so if it meant you’d have him shine over your sky.

‘’I know you do, almost as much as I love you,’’ he whispered shushing your oncoming protest with a sweet, delicate kiss. You could taste the secrets of the universe on his lips, and you were willing to forget them again and again if it meant getting to kiss him as many times as there are stars in the sky and beyond it.

Kim Hongjoong: Both hands on your waist

The music was blasting throughout the entire venue, the bass pulsating under your feet and vibrating pleasantly in your chest. You were nodding your head along to the beat and swaying your hips as far as your boyfriend’s hold allowed you. Hongjoong was right behind you, both hands on your waist holding you close, a clear sign to everyone in your vicinity that you were his.

Hongjoong had lost himself in the music as much as you did, his body grooving to the rhythm, eyes closed and a head full of bass lines, lyrical melodies and the feel of your skin under his palms, your scent lingering under his nose, and the occasional brush of your hair on his face as you danced before him.

He could live this moment for eternity, drunk on nothing else but the music and you. He opened his eyes, light strobes flashing across the roof and the heads of people. He fixated on your bare shoulders, transfixed by the shine of your sweat and the flush of your skin.

The room was getting hotter, his body flooding with a certain desire and suddenly his grip on your waist tightened. He pulled you closer and you pushed back into him, allowing him to lean down and nuzzle his nose into your neck where he then proceeded to plant slow kisses up and up until he was biting the shell of your ear.

You could feel the energy change, the heat of his lips, the hastened rhythm of his breathing and the way his fingers tightened around your waist. You turned around and took his face in your hands, forcing him to focus in on you, although you hardly needed to force his attention. He was always, and honourably so, fixated on you.

‘’Baby, not here. Wait til we’re home.’’ You kissed his lips, short but hard enough to let him know you’ll keep the promise. His pupils were blown, he needed you, needed you like a drought desired water. Nonetheless, he nodded his head and took a step away. But his hands stayed on you as he let you turn around and keep dancing.

He managed twenty more minutes of the music, twenty agonising minutes watching you dance before your hips connected with his and all rationale left his mind.

‘’Baby, you will be the end of me,’’ his voice turned raspy as he gasped into your hair. You shouldn’t have, but you did, and so you backed your hips closer into his, moving in slow circles, testing the patience of your ridiculously attractive boyfriend, whose hands tightened on your waist.

Only he had no patience left to test, and in the next minute, you were being led out of the venue by a tense arm around your waist, and in the other you were outside greeted by a chilly gush of wind, though it did nothing to cool the flaming heat in the pit of your stomach. It had no apparent effect on Hongjoong either, because he took long feverish strides to the car waiting to take you home. A burning desire cloaked his body, intoxicating his mind like a drug, he needed you. His thoughts wreaked havoc on his mind and he feared he’d have you in this car, but despite the clouds of painful yearning, he’d never do anything that would make you uncomfortable. That, and he liked to have space to put on his best performances.

And just like that, the next endless hours had Hongjoong encased in the sound of his favourite song, the one only he was privy to. The one only he could make you sing behind the locked doors of his room, under the twisted sheets of his bed where his hands splayed across the naked skin of your body.

Jeong Yunho: Wrapped in a hug

Too many people, too many faces, too many sounds and voices, too much, too much, too much of everything. You needed to run, hide, scream, throw yourself down to the floor and beg for all of it to stop. But your body was frozen, cold jabbing needles pinning you to your spot, forced to drown in the storm of rushing bodies around you.

Chest tight, vision blurry, mind-shattering, slowly losing thought and any hope you may retain to save yourself and then - there was darkness. Darkness pushed into your face, building a wall between you and the world around you. This darkness was warm and sturdy, it had a beautiful orange-blossomed scent and a heartbeat. It wrapped its arms around your back and pushed you closer, caging you not like a bird deprived of its freedom but like the walls of a boat rescuing you from the churning waters of a wild sea.

‘’I got you, you’re okay,’’ Yunho whispered into your temple. A smooth, loving voice, like a rope tossed into a dark and compact cave. You wrapped your hands around it, wrapping your hands around his waist too, and climbed. Climbed higher and higher for every ‘’It’s okay’’ and ‘’I love you’’ and ‘’You’re safe’’ that he breathed against your skin. And then when you reached the top, you opened your eyes. There was the dark wool of his sweater soft against your face, and just a few inches higher the concerned but tender face of your boyfriend staring into your eyes like it was you who cracked open the grey sky to let the sun shine onto the world, and not the other way round.

Minutes ago, Yunho took only a few steps away before losing you in the sudden surge of the crowd, a dreadful wave of tourists decided to enter the otherwise usually semi-full market. It was only for a minute or two that he was craning his neck this and that way looking for you before he spotted you in the middle of the busy scene, still and deathly pale as if you were just struck by lightning. He ran, pushed, tripped and cursed without an apology, but he didn’t stop until his body, like a life vest wrapped around you, tight, tight, and then tighter, until the shaking stopped, and your hands loosened their grip on his shirt, and your breathing evened out to a gentle current of passing waves.

He should have held your hand tighter, shouldn’t have let you go, should have anticipated bigger crowds on the weekend, should have been better somehow. He knew this could have happened, knew how hard you fought to brave the crowds and handle being overstimulated. And he was proud, so damn proud of every step, and every day you went back home happy rather than exhausted. He should have been better.

Yunho fought back his anxiety, fought it because you fight yours too every day. You could see it, the tight press of his lips, the red tip of his nose, the fast blinking. You pulled back your tears, so your boyfriend could pull back his. You did this together. Fought your worries together, his need to protect you and your need to protect him.

‘’Are you okay?’’ He asked, a whisper of wind somehow louder and so much more reassuring than the howling of the crowd behind you. You nodded yes because you couldn’t find your voice just yet.

He gave one last squeeze, his arms a comforting weight on your back before he let you go and led you home with one arm still wrapped securely around you.

At home, he would not stop apologising and you would not stop letting him know that in the chaos of the world, he was a lighthouse guiding you to safety, a safe haven offering refuge to your mind, and the most amazing boyfriend, who was every wish granted and a gifted soul promised to come back in every other life. At the end of the day, in the embrace of each other’s bodies, all worries ceased as all crippling fears sank onto the bed of the depthless sea.

Kang Yeosang: Intertwining your pinkies

‘’This one’s name is Bunny, she is just a baby’’ the kind owner explained as she led you and Yeosang around the animal shelter. You gasped at the sight of the small orange kitten nestled next to her mother, small green eyes fighting against sleep as she curiously took you in.

‘’The kitten’s name is Bunny, is that not a little confusing?’’ Yeosang murmured, keeping his voice low so as not to startle the animals around you.

You smiled at your boyfriend and his sweet question. He had a pocket full of questions for every animal you looked at so far, thankfully, the owner’s kindness was endless, and she answered every serious and peculiar question Yeosang posed with great patience, and your boyfriend nodded along, exclaiming with soft ‘’ah’s’’ and ‘’oh’s’’.

You couldn’t decide who was more adorable at this moment, the multitude of furry bodies around you or the soft spoken-man by your side, treading carefully between the beds and cages of the resting animals.

You came here because your boyfriend was desperate for a pet, and you having lost a much-loved pet some time ago, refused profusely. However, you lost the fight when Yeosang brought up the notion of you having a pet every night for the past few weeks, there’s only so many times you could say no to your boyfriend, and his heart-wrenching pleas.

The owner excused herself when the front door buzzed, leaving you with the animals and permission to pick them up and pet them if you’d like.

Yeosang and you settled down next to a litter of kittens and two sleeping bunnies whose wet noses stuck out through the gaps of the cage.

‘’They’re so cute,’’ you whisper yelled and Yeosang chuckled agreeing. He looked at you then, the softness that decorated your face and the sparkle in your eyes. Warmth spread through his chest and his heart constricted for a second, he was so darn lucky. This, you and him, in the middle of the most innocent souls in the world, looking to adopt a lifelong companion to take home. It was heavenly.

‘’Fine, we can adopt,’’ you whispered firmly, and Yeosang could have leapt to his feet if not for a small kitten venturing to claim the space on his lap.

‘’Really?’’ He asked to confirm, beaming with the light of all the stars. You nodded excitedly, your heart having been won over by the furry friends and your gorgeous boyfriend.

‘’Yes!’’ Your boyfriend wiggled in his spot as much as he could. You leaned over and kissed him, a smile splitting your face when Yeosang’s eyes expanded and a blush bloomed on his face.

‘’Babe, not in front of them,’’ he chastised playfully. You laughed and did it again, and even though he chastised you again, he returned the kiss, glancing around him as if one of the animals could suddenly speak up and tell him off.

You shuffled to his side and leaned your head on his shoulder. Yeosang took your hand with his free one, for he was busy petting the cat on his lap with the other, and intertwined your pinkies, as much PDA as he would allow for now. You relaxed with his touch and almost snoozed off when the kitten began to purr.

In the end, you went home with a small ginger cat, who was officially named Hetmongi the Second, and suddenly you were a family of three. You had to agree with your boyfriend, moments like these, falling asleep in serendipitous bliss with your loved ones was truly heavenly and you had to thank Yeosang, for you were sure he was the angel who brought this slice of heaven to you, and you were glad the angel stayed.

Choi San: Hand on your lower back

‘’If you fall, drown and die, I will die and I don’t want to die so please please be careful love,’’ San spoke hastily watching you clamber on a slightly raised wall built alongside a river. Really it was only five inches off the ground and yet San cast anxious looks behind you, where the current sped along.

You could easily trip and fall into the river, and even though your boyfriend wouldn’t waste a single second jumping in after you, the idea of that happening made him cringe.

You could only laugh, as you balanced yourself on the wall. The rocky wall was small but skinny, so technically you could very well fall, however, you doubted your overly anxious boyfriend would let you. Just to confirm, San reached out and placed his hand on your lower back, supporting you as you walked ahead. You shivered as the warmth radiating from his hand sent very much welcomed tingles all along your skin.

Perhaps you shouldn’t have done it, but your sweet sweet boyfriend is so much fun to tease that you couldn’t resist faking a small trip to give his heart a little skip. He quickly jumped into action, grabbing hold of you with both hands and steadying you in the place.

You cackled mercilessly, petting the top of his head in mock comfort. His eyes were closed and he took in one deep breath before opening them up and pinning you with a glare. You had no time to process his next move, but suddenly you were being heaved by two strong arms, and placed on his shoulder as he spun in place making your vision race past your surroundings.

‘’Put me down!’’ You yelled, slapping his behind lightly and after a few more spins, he stopped.

‘’Will you keep away from the river?’’ He asked, faking a stern voice, and you rolled your eyes, smiling gleefully.

‘’Yes, sir!” You saluted, though he couldn’t see, and then you were plopped on the ground.

‘’Behave,’’ he instructed using his finger to gently flick your nose, but the smile that called his dimples to the surface and the sweet blush of pink adorning his cheeks, betrayed the not-so- secret adoration that overwhelmed him.

You could jump off the highest pier and he would follow you, choose to climb Mount Everest and he would suffer frostbite with you, walk on hot coals and he’d be right behind you, never will he hold you back from anything, but he will always be there to catch you when you stumble or fall.

You knew this, and it’s why you loved him so. You planted a chaste kiss on his lips, wishing your eyes could screenshot the beauty of your boyfriend as he peered into your eyes, then spun on your heels to walk ahead.

He watched you walk away, admiring the lines of your body and the easy strides you took knowing there were no dangers lurking behind with him at your side. He would gladly play bodyguard, even if it was you spooning him to sleep at night.

You heard the quick run of his feet and welcomed the touch of his hand on your lower back as you continued to walk side by side. You could walk to the end of the world, and off its edge with him next you. Even further than the edge, you thought, you could walk into the next and the next lifetime, as long as you walked with him.

Song Mingi: Arms wrapped around you from the back

‘’Mingi, I don’t think that’s necessary,’’ you sighed, rubbing up and down his forearm. Mingi stood behind you, his warm chest pressed against your back with his arm wrapped around your shoulders securing your body to his. Even though he insisted on having you glued to him, his gaze was glued to the man standing meters away from you.

Previously, you and Mingi had stopped at a small cafe for a quick break before resuming your walk. The day was hot, your bodies sweaty and tired, but dates were becoming rare in the middle of Mingi’s busy schedule and your own workload, so a simple walk in the park was treasured gold to the both of you no matter the weather or how late either of you got back from work the day before.

You left Mingi to sit by himself at one of the tables stationed outside and went to buy you two drinks. Only that the barista was unabashedly flirty despite your obvious disinterest.

Mingi gritted his teeth watching as the barista smiled and flirted with you. He even had the audacity to fully check you out as you turned away to walk back to Mingi. The barista’s face fell a little when he saw you arriving to Mingi’s side, who shamelessly kissed you before you even had the chance to sit down but the audacious man resumed to steal glances at you for the next half hour.

Your boyfriend was fuming by the time you finished your drink but you were too preoccupied with figuring out the map directions on your phone to really take him seriously. Mingi, on the other hand, had downed his iced drink in five seconds so he could dedicate his entire attention to glaring down the barista serving the remaining customers outside.

‘’You know, those glares of yours might be a little more impactful if you took your shades off and he could actually see you trying to kill him with your eyes,’’ you chuckled tapping his arm lightly.

‘’Oh, right,’’ Mingi said after a second of realisation, he forgot he was wearing his shades. You laughed as he took his shades off and after a few seconds of glaring at the man, he put them back on, ‘’It’s too bright,’’ Mingi grumbled earning a loud snort from you. There goes your menacing boyfriend, bested by the sun during his valiant effort to deter the enemy.

‘’Let’s go,’’ he said pulling you away.

‘’Wait, I haven’t decided where to go yet,’’ you exclaimed trying to escape his hold but he pulled you back in, forcing you to walk with him stuck on your back.

‘’Mingi, I can’t walk like this,’’ you struggled trying to walk with him on your heels.

‘’You look too good from the back, we just need to get out of here,’’ Mingi explained, a pout on his lips.

Your heart swelled with love. Mingi, for all his dark and brooding looks, mountains of silver jewellery and dark shades was after all only a soft, clingy, boyfriend desperate to keep you to himself. There was a voice that spoke too loud at nights sometimes, a voice that made him envision you leaving, finding someone else, forgetting him, and he couldn’t deal with it. You knew that, you knew his insecurities and did everything you could to put those voices to rest. You’ll carry your man on your back for the rest of your life if you have to.

You dipped your chin and gave his skin a small reassuring peck. He hummed in satisfaction and kissed the side of your face, glancing back to make sure a certain someone saw.

‘’Mhmm, your hair smells nice,’’ he said as you felt him press his face into the back of your head. All you could do was roll your eyes in affection and keep walking with your boyfriend as your new backpack.

Jung Wooyoung: Holding hands, swinging

‘’What did you tell him next?’’ Wooyoung asked through a cascade of giggles and snorts, losing a battle with his laughter, and gripping onto his sides.

‘’I said the moon landing was obviously fake and the moon itself does not exist,’’ you cackled, holding onto your chest only because you couldn’t hold on to your lungs.

Wooyoung and you were almost quite literally dying of laughter as you revisited the memories of your past dates with other people. This story in particular, had you recalling the time when you were so upset with the manners of your date, that you thought to annoy him by insisting that the moon was not real, which did not go well, considering your date was studying astrophysics.

‘’You’re incredible,’’ he gasped, massaging the stitch in his side, and you leaned your head on his shoulder, steadying your breath.

This all came about when on a date out you ran into your ex, one that you never really talked about with Wooyoung, only mentioned briefly, as it was that insignificant. But it became a battle of sarcastic remarks and passive-aggressive comments thrown about when for some reason your ex felt the need to mention unimportant details of your past relationship. In the end, you had to drag Wooyoung away, who in one final round of the fighting match picked up your hand, fingers interlaced, and shook your locked hands in your ex’s face, before marching off swinging your hands between you, showing off how ‘’together, together’’ as Wooyoung liked to say, you were.

‘’He talks too much,’’ Wooyoung snickered, and you gave him a pointed look.

‘’Oh so you have a type,’’ he said sticking his tongue into his cheek, huffing and puffing. You rolled your eyes.

‘’I should put it on a billboard, that you’re mine,’’ he said, and you would have taken him seriously if you didn’t glimpse the small smile melting his previously irritated features. He was gazing at your hands, still swinging in full force between you, innocent and playful, just how your relationship started. He could never blame you, or be mad at you for your ex’s behaviour. You were his now, and you were wonderful, a dream come true, a gift from the universe, his soulmate and twin flame, he could go on and on.

He looked at you then, eyes soft and ablaze with love, and squeezed your hand - stopping for a second to kiss your cheek, ‘’I’m sorry,’’ he said.

You knew he was. Wooyoung was not mean or aggressive for no reason, it was his nature to protect his people, and it wasn’t the fact that you had past relationships that bothered him then, it was the way your ex spoke of you, condescending and disrespectful. Wooyoung could not tolerate it, he’d dig the entire expanse of the world to bury the people who tried to hurt you alive.

‘’He wasn’t the worst of them, I could tell you about the others,’’ you giggled, feeling the tension melt. Wooyoung looked at you and the mischievous spark in your eyes, that soon reflected in his own.

‘’Gossip away my love,’’ he exclaimed, planting a kiss, or more like a sloppy smooch onto your forehead. And that’s how you began to list all the embarrassing, hilarious, and borderline traumatic experiences you’ve had.

Laughter was one of the fortifying bases of your relationship, you became friends through shared lunches and drinks ringing with the sound of your laughter, and then lovers whose nights often ended in breathless giggles as you found a world of reasons to laugh. Laughter helped you bond, and it helped you heal. That was your Wooyoung, swinging hands, laughter echoing off the walls, and spontaneous kisses dotted with promises of unconditional love on your face.

Choi Jongho: Holding hands, fingers intertwined

‘’Run faster!’’ Jongho screamed, twigs breaking and snapping under his feet. Your shrieking screams reverberated through his body, and he picked up his pace, running that much faster to you.

‘’I can’t run anymore!’’ You yelled over your shoulder and slumped to the ground, dropping the gun at your side and pulling the hot, sweaty helmet off your head.

Jongho came to a sudden stop behind you, his hands coming under your arms and lifting you up. In the next second, you found yourself firmly planted over his shoulder, bouncing as he ran with you to where the trenches lay just a few more meters ahead. You couldn’t give up, not just yet.

He slid the last few steps and carefully, albeit a tad clumsily, dropped you into the massive hole dug into the ground. He slid in right behind, his back hitting the wall hard as he too, took off his helmet.

‘’I’m almost out of ammo,’’ he panted, looking at your empty hands resting on your knees as you heaved deep breaths, filling your lungs with as much oxygen as you could.

Jongho smiled - he couldn’t help it - despite the obvious loss you were facing on the field, you were in this together. What’s more, is that he couldn’t deny his love for you any longer, especially as he gazed at you now; sweaty, flushed and with dirt covering your skin and your uniform from the toes of your boots to the top of your head. He thought you were beautiful, and he was madly in love.

‘’You’re beautiful,’’ he gasped though his air deprived lungs, ’’and I’m in love with you.’’

You looked at him stunned. Crazy, this man was crazy. Of all the places in the world, out of all the times he could have chosen to confess his love, he chose now.

It was, however, rather fitting for Jongho. How can anything be more romantic than a sudden profession of love as you faced your end.

‘’Jongho…’’ You spoke his name, a careful whisper weaved into the wind and soon lost in the ringing of the blasting shots above you, but Jongho heard you and heard you even clearer when you whispered next, ‘’I love you too.’’

Jongho reached to grasp your hand, letting your fingers and hearts intertwine and then pulled you into his chest. He spared one longing look before pressing his lips into yours. If he were ever to die, it would have to be like this. Any war fought and lost would still have him feeling like a winner if he had you by his side.

As the last of the bullets found their targets and the echoes of the fight died down, you and Jongho only parted from the kiss once the siren blared, announcing the end of the match.

‘’I think we lost,’’ you said breathlessly, unsure if it was all the running or the kiss that rendered you incapable of breathing.

‘’I think we won,’’ Jongho smirked, bumping his nose against yours. If you weren’t still in shock from his sudden confession and the kiss, you may have laughed at your years-long best friend, but you were still very much encased in a fool-like stupor.

‘’We lost!!!’’ A scream erupted from above you, and Jongho rolled his eyes as you craned your neck to squint at Wooyoung, who was wiping pink paint from his lips. Not only his lips were covered in paint, but his entire uniform was dotted with a multitude of neon bright colours. You could only laugh at him, relieved to find oxygen still circulating in your lungs, allowing you to do so.

‘’While you two were making out, I was being used as a human shield by Sannie and Yeosang, I am never going paintballing again, what nonsense, how could they do this to me?’’ You listened to Wooyoung ramble as he walked off. You looked to Jongho, who found his gummy smile with Wooyoung’s exit.

‘’You have paint in your hair,’’ he said, twisting a strand between his fingers.

‘’So do you,’’ you laughed at the yellow paint streaking his bangs.

‘’So when we go on our first date, how about something more demure? Unless you want to go laser tagging since paintballing was your suggestion?’’ Jongho said, picking up his discarded paintball gun and checking on the last few paintballs left rolling inside.

‘’Anything will do, but yes, I think I’d like something a little less physical…for now,’’ you laughed, squeezing his hand that was still holding your own. Jongho’s cheeks acquired a bright red hue and grew even more crimson as he let his imagination run wild. Yes, he may have lost the battle, he thought looking at you, but he won the world.

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unintentionalseductress · 1 year ago

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Key:

🌟 Xavier ❄️ Zayne 🖌️ Rafayel 🐦‍⬛ Sylus 🍎Caleb 🦄 Multicharacter

Headcanons:

Best Friend! Zayne ❄️

Bodyguard HC 🦄

Caleb and Praise 🍎

Claw Machine Conundrum 🍎

Dancers of the Air 🦄

Dating an Older Woman

Flowers For You 🦄

Hades & Persephone 🐦‍⬛

Hot Hunter 🦄

How They Position Their Fingers 🦄

Leaving a Mean Friend 🦄

Noise Levels 🦄

Number of Kids 🦄

Pain Tolerance 🦄

Plus Size Reader 🦄

Poly 🦄

Reactions to reader staining the sheets on her period 🦄

Reactions to reader saying she hasn't shaved down there🦄

Riding Caleb's Face 🍎

Someone You Loved 🦄

Spicy Secrets 🦄

Sylus is a switch 🐦‍⬛

Telling them to ditch the condom 🦄

Their nicknames for you 🦄

Unconventional Romp Spots 🦄

Underweight Reader 🦄

Voyeur!Sylus 🐦‍⬛

Where They Like To Finish 🦄

Oneshots:

A Tight Spot 🐦‍⬛ An unexpected kink.

Bunny Breeding 🌟 Come here little bunny it's time to be bred.

Caleb As A Virgin 🍎 What a sweet boi.

Check Please! 🐦‍⬛ While trying to avoid the disappointment of the current dating pool you almost end up offending your blind date.

Colonel Caleb... 🍎 Remember whose mercy you're at.

Dairy Queen ❄️🍎 You love being their cow.

Father's Day Ficlet ❄️ You tell Zayne you're pregnant.

Fresh Cream 🐦‍⬛ Another unexpected kink.

Halloween Makeup 🌟 Putting makeup while on his lap leads to other things.

Hold Me Tenderly 🍎 You are woken from a nightmare and forced to face some uncomfortable truths.

How To Court A Dragon 🐦‍⬛ You unintentionally became his mate. Of course, you have some questions.

It's The Thought That Counts 🌟 A kinky Christmas present leads to more hot sexiness.

Just The Tip ❄️ Why do you make it so hard for him to praise you?

Let Me Take Care Of It 🍎 Gege will always help you.

My Beloved Boys ❄️🍎 Nostalgia hits hard as you remember a beautiful summer of the past.

Of Swords And Shovels 🐦‍⬛ Luke and Kieran inadvertently overhear you and Sylus having a heart-to-heart.

Paintbrush Lesson 🖌️ Rafayel teaches art in an interesting way.

Playing House 🍎 Won't you be with me forever?

Poison Flower ❄️ Dawnbreaker knows you're not really his.

Prescription for Pleasure ❄️ The doctor will see you now.

Promised Sands 🖌️ Faced with an unwanted arranged marriage, you pray for freedom.

Razor's Caress ❄️ Hair removal can be tough, good thing he's there.

Spring and Winter 🐦‍⬛ Hades X Persephone AU

Spring Break 🍎 The real reason you ask him to come home.

Study Session 🍎 Were you really going to make him wait while you read?

The Spaces In Between ❄️ Having two of him is such a blessing.

Touch Me, Touch You 🍎 What's the point in having fun if you're not as well?

Uncoded ❄️ Life as a background NPC kinda sucks.

Vanilla Twilight 🍎 Who else would you go to prom with?

When The Snow Melts ❄️ Back in his arms, a lifetime later.

Landscape Screenshots:

Absolute Zeal❄️

Night of Secrecy 🐦‍⬛

Misty Silhouette 🌟

Homecoming Wings I 🍎

Exclusive Aftertaste 🍎

Rain's Embrace 🍎

Intertidal Zone 🖌️

Where Hearts Live🐦‍⬛

Floating Floraletter 🍎

Fragrant Possession ❄️

Moodboards:

Sylus Rafayel Zayne Xavier Caleb

Random:

Eternal Attachment Birthday ❄️ Gojo and Sylus Absolute Zeal Rant ❄️ Homecoming Wings Rant 🍎 Gege Rant 🍎

Upcoming/Requests:

Headcanons

Jealous/angry/rough sex (combining 2 inbox requests, jealous Sylus and rough sex, multicharacter

Oneshots

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starmocha · 3 months ago

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April Showers Bring May Flowers [Sylus + Daughter ★ 2090 words ★ Masterlist ★ Birdie Masterlist ★ Series Index ★ AO3] It was raining again in the N109 Zone. A/N: Sylus’ birthday may be over, but I still had a few people requesting a birthday fic with his daughter, so… I said yes. :’) Tag list: @lavlynyan @alfredosaws @solifloris @nezuswritingdesk @valkyyriia @yes-no-maybe-soo @natimiles @yourlocalcatscammer @callilypso @likewhyareyousoobsessedwithme @qyuin @sylusfluffymeow @asiaticapple @rainbowsnowflake @littleapplle 【 request to be added 】

It was raining again in the N109 Zone, as it always seemed to do come April. It had never bothered Sylus too much, feeling like the rain was cleansing the world of its impurities. God only knew how sinfully infested this nigh eternally dark insidious city he had claimed as his home was. In every dark corner, within the shadows, under the cloak of this endless nighttime, unspeakable criminal acts occurred, a common knowledge among the citizens of this city, but everyone turned a blind eye away unless they wished to also meet an early end.

As Sylus exited his car, returning to Onychinus’ base, his mind was already forgetting the earlier ‘business’ he had to deal with. Another betrayal—an imperfect ambush—another foolish attempt to overthrow him, but as all of the previous attempts on his life, he had handled them with ease, letting his traitorous attackers have their moment of egotistical superiority before he had shown them who was truly higher on the food chain.

To some, it would be so lonely at the top, and perhaps, for years Sylus had truly felt this way as well, though of course, he had never let his mind lingered on those feelings or ever acknowledging them. Not out of pride, or any similar reasons of sorts, but rather there was nothing to be gained from stewing in such trivial thoughts or allowing such feelings to loiter and occupy his headspace.

As the seasons passed, coming and going, the years rolling by, he had left those lonely feelings behind, his world shifting the moment he had found you back in his life again.

The weight of his wedding ring felt just right on his finger, your touch still lingering though it had been years and years since you had guided the band to him, promising your life and love to him evermore. Sylus had always known having you alone was a true blessing he had been missing, but he realized he was wrong in a way because the day his daughter was born, she had secured her place within his heart, her hold on him more steadfast than she would ever realize.

She was the true blessing in his life.

“What is this?” Sylus sighed in amusement, finding himself stopping short of his study and seeing a familiar small figure curled outside his door, clutching a dark-colored dino plushie in her arms. He walked over, bending down to scoop his three-year-old daughter into his arms.

“Why did you fall asleep out here again, my little birdie?” he asked gently to the sleeping girl, letting her head rest on his shoulder. In that moment, her arms loosened and her plushie fell to the floor.

Noticing this, Sylus bent down to pick up the plushie. He scrutinized the little plushie in his hand, noticing it looked different from the ones his daughter owned. As he examined it, he noticed a heavy weight within the plushie, as if it carried another object inside its body. Curious, he gave a gentle squeeze, his laughter immediate when he realized there was a voice box inside the moment he heard your recorded voice speaking:

“Okay, baby, do you remember the words?”

“Yes, Mommy! Happ—”

“Hold on, hold on,” your laughter rang out as you stopped the eager toddler from continuing, telling her gently, “Let Mommy play the music first.”

Sylus’ breathing stopped for a second, hearing a familiar melody. It had only become something of a tradition in his life since that day you had taken him to that wildlife park, where after a day of exploration, he and you had a special moment within a forest of maple trees where you first sang him ‘Happy Birthday,’ not realizing until he confessed that you were the first to do so for him.

In years to come, you remained the one to sing to him—aside from Luke and Kieran occasionally, as well—but only in just the last two years, you had a new person who had joined you in this tradition, her excitement for this day always stronger than the previous as she had grown older and understood the importance of it.

Sylus’ expression unwittingly softened further as he listened to the recording.

“Together with Mommy now,” you had told the child.

Sylus smiled as he heard your beautiful voice joined by your daughter’s sweet lilt, the blended harmony chasing away all of his stress and unease. He had never heard a lovelier sound than hearing his wife and daughter singing to him:

“Happy birthday to you / Happy birthday to you / Happy birthday, dear Daddy / Happy birthday to you~!”

“Mommy?” he heard his daughter’s recorded voice speaking after the song’s immediate end, “Will Daddy like my singing?”

“He adores your singing,” your voice answered firmly. “He loves you so much.”

There was that sweet bell-like giggle Sylus loved hearing from his daughter, and then her voice brightly chiming: “I love Daddy, too! Daddy, Daddy, I love you so, so, so much! Happy birthday!”

The recording stopped and Sylus peered at the sleeping girl in his arms. He nuzzled his cheek against her head, whispering softly, “Thank you.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise for when you wake up later.”

Sylus looked up, seeing you coming from down the hallway with a light crimson robe over the night slip you were wearing. He smiled at your faux look of exasperation as you approached him.

“I was wondering what happened to this plushie,” you mused, smiling when Sylus bent down to greet you with a brief kiss on the lips. “And this little birdie. I was so sure I had tucked her into her bed hours ago—”

You paused, noticing Sylus’ appearance showed that he had been in a scuffle, to put it lightly. You frowned, but before you could voice your concerns, he reassured you gently with another kiss, already leading you back to the master bedroom.

“Wait,” you spoke up, gesturing to your sleeping daughter. “Shouldn’t we put her back to bed first?”

Sylus smiled. “She’s not letting go of me,” he said with feigned helplessness. “She has her little dino claws gripping my shirt so tightly.”

You smiled back, picking up on his sentiments. “Ah,” you said with a teasing lilt, “Is this big intimidating dragon so helpless against this itty bitty one?”

Sylus sighed dramatically. “She is truly a force to be reckon with, Miss Hunter,” he said, matching your playfulness. He opened the door to both of your bedroom and led you to your bed.

You watched as your husband pried your daughter’s little fingers from his shirt and passed her and the plushie over to you.

“I’ll be back in a moment,” he said, disappearing to the bathroom for a quick shower. Within minutes, you heard the sound of the shower running, catching a glimpse of the steams fogging up the semi-translucent door.

The sounds of the rain seemed louder now, hearing the droplets hitting the floor-to-ceiling windows with much more force than earlier. You reclined back against some pillows, letting your sleeping daughter rest on your chest, your fingers instinctively threading through her hair as you hummed a gentle lullaby for her.

You smiled at the obsidian-colored dino plushie next to you that was wearing a crimson bowtie that matched its eyes. When your daughter had expressed her wish to give her father a birthday song from her he could always hear whenever he wanted, you had spent some time pondering how to execute this charming little idea.

When you remembered the custom crow plushie Sylus had gifted you so long ago, the plan quickly fell into place. What a full-circle moment, you had mused, delighting in planning a customized dino plushie to gift him back in return years later.

Suddenly, you heard a chuckle a short distance away. It was quickly followed by Sylus’ deep rich voice breaking through your thoughts, “What’s going on through that head of yours that is making you smile so much?”

He climbed into bed next to you with still damped hair and water droplets landing on his burgundy robe. His eyebrow lifted up at the sight of the birthday plushie nestled by your side, acting almost as a barrier between you both. He picked it up, giving a gentle squeeze and hearing that recorded conversation and song again.

“Look at your smile,” you teased him, reaching over to poke his cheek while still mindful of the sleeping toddler on your chest. “You look like a dragon delighting in his new treasure.”

“Perhaps because that is the case,” he countered back lightheartedly. You nearly laughed as he hugged the plushie against his chest before setting it to the side, commenting, “I wasn’t expecting such a… charming little gift as this.”

“It was her idea,” you told him proudly.

He chuckled. “Is that so? I have to safeguard this even more then.”

“What would people say if they knew Onychinus’ leader most treasured gift is a little plushie?”

“Their assumption would be incorrect then,” he retorted to your surprise.

He pulled both you and your daughter into his embrace, taking the little girl from your arms and letting her rest against him. Within his arms, you felt that familiar warmth that was a welcoming comfort against the chill of this rainy April night. You nuzzled against him, smiling as his large hand rubbed your arm up and down soothingly.

“You two are my treasures,” he clarified, pressing another kiss to the top of your head.

Before you could respond, you heard a little yawn, catching sight of your daughter’s sleepy little eyes opening briefly.

“Daddy?” you both heard the toddler’s small voice speaking up.

“I’m here, baby,” Sylus answered back affectionately, his crimson eyes twinkling with so much adoration for the little girl.

The toddler yawned again, rubbing her eyes tiredly. “Ha-happy birthday, Daddy…”

Sylus kissed her temple. “Thank you, my sweet little birdie,” he whispered with another fond smile, seeing his daughter nuzzled against his chest as she drifted back to sleep, her small hand grasped the front of her father’s robe, fingers unconsciously rubbing the silk material in comfort. With the loving and protective presences of both her parents near, the toddler drifted into a deeper slumber than earlier, her dreams now sweeter and more cherished.

You peered up at Sylus, touched by such a sweet sight between father and daughter. “Happy birthday, my beloved.”

The gaze he returned to you, full of happiness and peace, made your heart stirred with a desire to always safeguard this part of him, to always be the warmth and light in his world such as he had always been for you and your daughter.

The downpour over the N109 Zone continued, and though Sylus knew no actual flowers would ever bloom within this area, it still felt like spring had arrived in a different way. With each new year, after every birthday since that first one at the wildlife park, he had grown greedier, wanting to hold onto this happiness he had acquired possessively and never let it slipped away from his grasp.

No fiend would ever know of such greed as this until they have acquired the love and happiness Sylus had.

“Thank you, my beloved,” he answered back, holding you just a bit tighter, noticeably longer, and ever lovingly and protectively as true as he had always been with you. You returned his embrace, your own greed just as insatiable as his.

Sylus laid you down next to him, your daughter sleeping in between curled up to his chest. You reached across, touching his cheek, and asked, “Is your birthday wish still the same as before?”

He rested his hand over yours on his cheek, his gentle smile reflected in your eyes.

“As long as you and her,” his said, his eyes glancing quickly at the sleeping girl between you both, “live freely and brilliantly, you will both be the very reasons for my strength and my vulnerability. I do not desire anything else, for this is enough.”

In that moment, you wondered which was louder: the rain or your heartbeat? Sylus was always resolute with his decisions, and this decisiveness and honesty were just a few reasons out of many for why you loved him as deeply as you did.

“Happy birthday, Sylus” you repeated, smiling fondly when he guided your fingers to his lips, answering your affections with his own.

And to many more, my dearly beloved.

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ℭ𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔬

⋆｡°✩ pairing: sylus x reader

⋆｡°✩ word count: 10k

⋆｡°✩ summary: because sometimes, love grows quietly; thorns and all (or alternatively: eight times sylus falls in love, and one time he actually says it out loud.

⋆｡°✩ ao3 link (if you would like to read it on there instead): https://archiveofourown.org/works/64993741

It starts on a Tuesday.

And really, Sylus should have seen it coming from a mile away, should have taken note of the flashing neon signs that his brain had been setting up for him ever since he found you again, but like most trivial things, he’s chosen to ignore it for the time being. Ignorance is bliss after all, but now, in this current situation, he’s beginning to wonder if it’s too late to run.

Because it’s 2am on a Tuesday night, and instead of cleaning up a job gone wrong or dusting his vinyl collection for the nth time, he’s lying in the grass in a field outside Linkon city, your head on his chest as both of you stare up at the glittering constellations spread over the night sky.

And no matter how hard he tries to concentrate on Cassiopeia or Orion, all he can think about is all the ways he can get you to stay here a little longer.

It’s like the first sign of sunshine after a particularly long winter, or the feeling of falling into bed after a long day. Being with you has made all those years of solitude worth it, has given his life purpose when he had slowly been sinking into eternal ennui, yet, for some reason, he can’t find the words to tell you this. Words usually come easy to him. Striking a deal, manipulating a soul; he’s mastered the art of conversation in every shape and form, but when it comes to you, he finds that most of his words aren’t enough.

On top of that, there’s also the fact that your current relationship is delicate. His abysmal attempts of getting you to remember him had only ended up earning him your resentment. Since then, he has vowed to never let that happen again, but this slow pace is burning him alive. Are you two even dating? Everything is vague, yet nothing feels as clear as this; him holding you in his arms as you both pick apart the stars, trying to make sense of why they burn and how long it would take to reach one.

“Sylus?”

Your voice lulls Sylus out of his thoughts, his eyes landing on your soft gaze.

“What are you thinking about?”

Sylus shakes his head. “It’s nothing.”

He tries to ignore the look you give him as you reach out and trace the crinkle between the bridge of his nose and his forehead.

“Liar. I can see your frown lines. You’re worried about something.”

Sylus scoffs. “I never worry, Kitten. I’m too powerful for that.”

“Oh really? Then what about that time you thought you scratched your favourite vinyl? Or the time I nearly shrunk your sweater in the dryer?”

“Do you often keep note of my habits like this?” He smiles as he notices a faint blush appear on your cheeks.

“Force of habit. I’m a Hunter. I need to keep a close eye on Linkon’s most wanted.”

“Ah, so you still see me as someone dangerous . I see how it is…”

“You know that’s not true.”

Sylus huffs as you shift your position to face him properly. He can’t help but love how his hands naturally gravitate towards your waist, gently steadying you as you look down at him with a pout on your lips.

“Do you really still believe I think of you like that?”

Sylus holds his breath as you hold his face in your hands. Warm. Your hands are always so warm. Sylus craves it. Craves your touch, craves your soft fingertips on his skin as he looks at you wondering if you can tell that he wants nothing more than to kiss you until he runs out of breath.

“Then what do you think of me?” Sylus asks, voice low.

“You are whatever a moon has always meant, and whatever a sun will always sing is you,” you sing with a soft smile.

Sylus smirks. “So you went with the words of E.E Cummings. When did you start learning to recite poetry like that?”

“Since you started reading it to me at night when you think I’m asleep.”

“Well aren’t you always full of surprises?”

Sylus smiles as one of your hands moves to his hair, twirling the loose strands between your fingers. It’s all so intimate . He doesn’t know how much longer he can restrain himself, your sweet scent is driving him insane. Would it be so bad to kiss you? To admit that maybe…the feeling is real? Would fate be so cruel as to punish him for confessing to what it has cursed him to do until the end of time?

But perhaps, it isn’t up to him at all, because it’s you who leans in and kisses him, once, then twice, and then he loses count, his grip on your hips tightening as you hold his face, guiding him as he chases the burning feeling in his stomach.

And he desperately tries to ignore it, the thorns curling around his chest. You know where this ends, his conscience hisses at him. You’ll lose her again if you keep giving in to your desires. The weight of the dragon’s curse will haunt you until your last breath–

“Sylus …” Your desperate voice breaks through the darkness.

“Sylus..I…I…”

“It’s okay,” Sylus pants in between kissing you. “It’s okay Kitten, you don’t have to say anything.”

“But–”

He deepens the kiss and you moan, your hips grinding against him. It’s too much. Sylus knows he has to stop. Christ, he doesn’t want to though. You feel amazing in his lap, his hands gliding up your soft thighs.

“Kitten…” He pulls away and looks at your swollen lips, the desire in your eyes.

“Why’d you stop?” you whine, grinding in his lap, which makes him laugh a little. The darkness in his heart subsides briefly.

“Now isn’t the time and place.”

“Why do you always have to be right,” you sigh in response, leaning against his chest as you both catch your breath under the stars. He rests his chin on the crown of your head, trying his best to keep it together.

Perhaps it is too late to run.

Sylus shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath, tries to shut out the voices in his head.

There’s no denying it;

He’s falling in love.

And so, it starts on a Tuesday, but really, deep down, Sylus knows it started long before that.

II.

Admitting that he’s in love is one thing, but accepting it is another predicament that Sylus has been unsuccessfully avoiding over the past week.

He sighs deeply as he stares out the window of his office, his hand stroking Mephisto’s sleek feathers a few times before heading towards his desk where a pile of paperwork sits waiting to be read through and signed. One of the top ten ‘perks’ of being the leader of a powerful mafia gang; fucking paperwork.

Taking a seat, he runs a hand through his hair and begins to scan through the documents. It’s a tedious task. It takes him about two hours to even make it halfway through the pile.

He’s beginning to feel the start of migraine forming in the back of his head when suddenly, the door bursts open and the twins come tumbling in.

“What have I said about knocking before entering?”

“Sorry, Boss! But it’s urgent,” Kieran waves a phone in his face, Sylus’ own phone to be exact. He must have left it in the dining room after breakfast this morning.

“Whoever it is, tell them I’m occupied,” Sylus scoffs, turning his attention back to the document in front of him.

“Err…Boss…I think you might want to look at this.” It’s Luke this time, the bolder one of the two. Sylus flicks his gaze upwards, curious to see what exactly is so urgent.

“It’s…well it’s her. She’s in a bit of trouble. Seems like she’s been kidnapped. They said they won’t harm her if we let them talk to you.”

The twins must feel the chill in the air as the temperature immediately drops. They shiver as Sylus slowly stands up, one hand taking the phone from Luke, the other slowly curling into a fist as his Evol begins to swirl around the room.

“You have ten seconds to give me your location,” Sylus says into the phone, voice deadly calm, but it’s a voice that the twins know all too well. Luke elbows Kieran before mining a blade sliding across his throat. Whoever is on the other end of the phone might as well start planning their funeral.

“We’re not giving you anything until you agree to our terms,” the voice on the other end of the phone hisses. “We heard your little Hunter here has an Aether Core in her possession. However, she won’t cooperate. We’re not exactly sure where she’s hiding it though, and she’s been quite difficult to extract information from–”

“If you fucking lay a finger on her, you’ll be sorry you were ever even born,” Sylus growls, to which the voice on the other side of the phone laughs in response to.

“Convince her to give us the Aether Core. If you can do that, we’ll let her walk free.”

“Are you asking me to make a deal with you?”

“I heard you love making deals. Tell you what, we’ll throw in an extra batch of enhanced protocores, just because I’m feeling generous.”

“And your location?”

“The abandoned warehouse downtown. You know the N109 Zone well enough to figure out which one.”

Sylus takes a deep breath.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes. If I see a single mark on her when I get there,” he pauses, fingers tracing over the gun on his desk.

“Well, it’s already a bit too late for you anyway. You’ll find out soon enough what exactly it means to strike a deal with me.”

He hangs up the phone and looks at Luke and Kieran, his scarlet eyes blazing, but his demeanour as calm as ever.

“Gather whatever weapons you’ll need and meet me outside in five minutes. Looks like the paperwork will have to wait.”

They salute him. “Yes, sir!”

Sylus smirks. Good thing he was feeling bored anyway.

𓅇 ⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚

It only takes him seven minutes to track down the warehouse, and it takes him even less time to annihilate the ‘security’ that the kidnappers had set up to delay him. By the time he makes it to where they’re holding you hostage, most of the vermin have either fled or have met an untimely end.

Only half a dozen remain, and they surround you and a tall man in a trench coat like magpies protecting a sacred treasure. Sylus looks at you, tied to a chair, a bored expression on your face.

Noticing his arrival, you give him a cheerful wave despite an ugly bruise on your cheek. The sight of it makes Sylus want to burn the warehouse to the ground.

“Took you long enough!” you yell at him, causing one of the thugs to jab at you with the muzzle of a gun.

“Traffic was bad,” Sylus replies, which only makes you smile at him. Oh, he’s going to enjoy this all right.

Sylus takes a step forward as the gang raise their guns, all six of them aiming at you in the chair.

“Don’t move or we’ll shoot her!”

Sylus rolls his eyes and throws up his hands.

“I come in peace,” he says dryly, a lazy smirk on his face. The thug in the trench coat (who Sylus has already clocked as the asshole leader he had spoken previously with on the phone) walks towards him, clapping his hands like an idiot.

“Well done! You managed to take out my security. But sadly, we need to shake on our deal before I hand over little Miss Hunter.” He walks towards Sylus, his arm outstretched to reveal a grubby looking hand.

Sylus lowers his arms and lets the man come to him. “Ah, I see. Yes, we made a deal, but it seems you haven’t kept your end of the bargain up. She seems to have a number of marks on her face.”

“She needed to be disciplined.”

“Do you enjoy picking on your enemies when they’re at their weakest? Binding her hands and her feet while you beat her. Is that really fair?” Sylus tilts his head to the side in mock curiosity.

“She kicked my shin and spat on me. Tying her up was one of my nicer punishments.”

“That’s my feisty little Kitten for you. Rile her up like that and she’ll scratch you.”

Sylus watches as the man comes to a halt in front of him. A pale, sinewy looking man up close. He tuts in disappointment. At least dress like a leader before you start acting like one, he thinks to himself.

The man motions for Sylus to shake his hand, except, before Sylus can even react, the man whips out a pistol and shoots him in the chest.

“Ouch,” Sylus deadpans, watching as the man’s expression changes from arrogantly confident to extremely concerned. It’s a look that Sylus is used to seeing, and honestly, he should be tired of it by now, but deep down; this is his favourite part of the game.

“H-How…” the man stammers, but it’s already too late, and Sylus can’t stop his smile from spreading as he knocks the pistol out of the man’s hand, his Evol snaking around the man’s body, curling around his arms, his legs, until suddenly it engulfs him fully, squeezing, choking….the man doesn’t even realise it’s too late until poof! He’s gone.

Sylus turns his attention to the remaining thugs. One look from him and they drop their guns before scattering like rats in a sewer.

“Luke, Kieran,” Sylus says as the twins seemingly materialise by his side. “Clean up the rest of this mess. Make sure none of them leave here alive.”

“Yes, Boss!” The twins scamper off, giggling like kids in a playground.

Sylus makes his way over to you and crouches down, his hands moving swiftly to untie you.

“Are you okay?” he asks, voice gentle.

“What? No smart comments about how the hell did I manage to get kidnapped?” you mumble, feeling embarrassed that he had to save you.

“I figured your pride was already hurt enough.”

You sigh in annoyance as Sylus finishes freeing your feet and hands. “They managed to inject me with a tranquilizer. Bastards. I would have been able to take them if they hadn't of caught me off guard.”

“Not like you to be caught off guard like that.”

“I was buying ice cream after a long shift.”

Sylus laughs, reaching out to cup your cheek with his palm. You wince a little as his fingers graze your bruise.

“Does it hurt, Kitten?” His eyebrows furrow in concern.

You shrug. “Just a little. Nothing an ice pack can’t heal.”

He scans the rest of your body, searching for more injuries, but you reach up and surprise him with a hug, pulling him tightly into your arms.

“Thanks for coming for me. For a second I thought you wouldn’t pick up your phone. You usually sleep during the day.”

Sylus shuts his eyes as he lifts you into his arms, the knot of worry untying in his chest now that you’re safe.

“I had some paperwork to get through. Had to wake up early to sign a few things.”

You laugh, nuzzling into the crook of his neck . “The leader of Onychinus doing paperwork? Surely you have an admin person that can do all that for you.”

“Too many secrets in the paperwork. Can’t trust anyone.”

“How about me? I can help you.”

Sylus pinches your side.

“Hey! That tickles.”

“Hilarious how you think I’d let a Hunter pry into Onychinus’ affairs.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I already know where your base is. If I didn’t like hanging out with you so much I would have turned you in by now.”

You let out a small yawn as Sylus’ head spins, your words making him feel like a fireworks display has suddenly erupted in his heart.

“Can you take me to your place on your motorcycle? I’m too tired to call a taxi back to my apartment after today's events.”

Sylus gets to his feet, still carrying you in his arms as you rest your head against his chest.

“Depends. Are you going to make me watch another bad comedy film to try and make me stay awake during the day again?”

You punch his chest lightly.

“You pick a movie then. But it can’t be one of the black and white silent films you like to watch. Are you sure you’re not ninety years old?”

Sylus doesn’t say anything to that. Just pinches you again, but he can’t seem to take the stupid grin off his face.

A small glimmer of hope shines through the walls of the castle he has built around himself. Perhaps loving you in this life doesn’t have to end in tragedy. Perhaps fate might grant the two of you mercy if he can protect you properly this time.

𓅇 ⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚

And as it turns out, there is a way to make paperwork slightly more interesting. He discovers this later that evening, and it involves bending you over his mahogany desk, his hands on your hips, your body spread over the documents as you beg him to fuck you faster.

“Sylus, ” you moan, turning your face to look at him as he holds your wrists in his hands, firmly keeping them behind your back. “Feels so good…I…I don’t know if I can stand much longer.”

He curses as he notices your trembling thighs. Fuck, it makes him feel so fucking hard seeing you like this. But you’re right. You’ve been through a lot today, so he should take it slow and steady with you.

With all the gentleness of the first snowfall of winter, he picks you up and carefully places you on the table, spreading your legs as your back lays against the paperwork. You whine as you feel his cock slip out of you, hating the feeling of being without him for even a second.

Sylus soothes you with a soft kiss before he puts himself inside of you once more, giving you a few seconds to adjust before he starts thrusting again.

“Sylus, please. I need you to fuck me like you mean it. I need to feel you in me,” you beg, eyes filled with nothing but lust as you stare at him from behind long lashes.

And who is he to refuse? He fucks you until you scream his name, fucks you until you both come, your arms spread over the paperwork as if you were an angel with wings made of pure divinity.

III.

“Sylus, look!”

Sylus stares at the matching pair of couple’s pyjamas in your hands. Baby pink and baby blue. The pyjamas also have matching baby chicks printed all over them. They seem to stare menacingly at him with their little cartoon eyes as he examines their ugly faces.

“We have to buy them!”

Sylus grimaces as you wave them in his face. He supposes this what he gets for agreeing to shopping with you.

“They’re not exactly my taste.”

He watches with amusement as you give him your best puppy eyes.

“But you’d look so cute in them.” You continue to wave them around, as if you’re trying to hypnotize him into liking them.

“Not a chance.” Sylus walks off, trying to hide his laughter as you continue to pout behind his back.

“You’re so boring,” you grumble as you put the pyjamas back on the rack, trailing after Sylus through the department store.

“Oh wow!”

Sylus watches as you walk excitedly towards a pair of earrings on display in the jewellery section. A simple pair of studs in the shape of little dragons. Their wings have small rubies encrusted in them.

“Something else caught your eye?” Sylus sidles up next to you, examining the earrings through the glass.

“Uh…it’s a bit out of my budget,” you mumble, fiddling with your fingers awkwardly.

“Such a shame,” Sylus laments, folding his arms. “They would suit you.”

You reach up and pinch his cheek. “No need to rub salt in the wound.”

You walk off, leaving Sylus alone with the earrings glistening up at him. He waits until you’re a few metres away before calling over the store clerk.

“How can I help you, sir?”

“I’ll take these.” Sylus gestures towards the earrings. “Can you gift wrap them for me?”

“Of course. Just to let you know, these are part of a couple’s set.” She motions towards a necklace with the charm of a dragon’s wing on it.

Sylus isn’t even surprised. Fate loves tormenting him after all. Always dropping little reminders of his curse. The earrings were one thing, but a matching necklace… he should have known.

But despite it all, he eyes the piece with interest, tapping his chin in thought as the rubies shine up at him.

“I think your partner would love you to wear it,” the store clerk says, eyes shining. “I know my job is to upsell…but between you and me, the girl who was with you earlier…she looks at you as if you’re the most important person in the world.”

Sylus nearly chokes. He hadn’t really noticed that before.

“I’ll take the set.”

He supposes this could be a way of saying fuck you! to fate for once.

𓅇 ⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚

He gives the earrings to you later that evening, playing it casual as he hands you the box before sitting in his armchair and pulling out a book of sonnets, his eyes peeking over the top of the pages as he secretly tries to gauge your reaction.

“Sylus! You shouldn’t have bought them! They cost a fortune!” You thank him with a kiss that’s sweeter than the spring flowers that grow in the valley of a mountain range.

Sylus shrugs as he watches you run off to admire the jewellery in the mirror above the fireplace.

“Money isn’t an issue,” he says, nonchalant.

“I know that, but still! You don’t have to buy me things.”

He gets to his feet and takes the earrings from your hands.

“Allow me.”

He carefully inserts the earrings into your earlobes, loving how they compliment you so well.

“Beautiful,” he breathes, tilting your chin up.

“Thank you.”

“I was talking about the earrings, not you.”

“Sylus!”

His laughter is loud enough to fill the entire Onychinus base.

Little does Sylus know that you spot the matching necklace peeking out from under his shirt later that night, but you don’t mention it, afraid that he’ll take it off in embarrassment.

Sometimes some secrets are best kept hidden.

IV.

“Mister Sylus?”

Sylus sighs as he twirls a handful of linguine around his fork.

He is not having a good week.

The whole love situation has been driving him a little insane recently. After facing the obvious and admitting to himself that, okay, maybe he is falling in love with you again (not that he had ever really stopped being in love with you), he had finally made peace with the whole situation.

Until of course, the nightmares started, and now he’s lost count of all the ways he’s watched you die in front of him.

Dreams are just dreams , he knows this. But that doesn’t make them less terrifying. He’s the head of Onychinus for Christ’s sake. It’s a known fact that nothing really scares him. But losing you again…no. He’s not letting it happen. And after the kidnapping incident, he’s made sure that something like that won’t ever happen again. He has Mephisto giving him daily updates, making sure that no one suspicious has been tailing you.

But the darkness still resides in his heart. So instead of letting it get the better of him, he’s been trying to stay awake. In total, he’s probably been getting four hours of sleep every night for the past few days.

And of course, to top it all off, he’s been cleaning up Onychinus related messes all week (none of which were his fault, but all of them required his assistance, apparently). Between dealing with a missing batch of protocores and a shoot-out with a group of idiots that couldn’t hit him no matter bullets they fired, Sylus is on the verge of losing his mind as he sits across another useless mole that Luke and Kieran found for him, and now he has to deal with it on very little sleep.

“Your lies, they’re boring me,” Sylus says eventually, eyes still on his pasta. “My time is precious, and you’re wasting it.”

His gaze moves slowly to the man opposite him. A sheen of sweat has broken across his forehead. It makes Sylus smirk, the effect he can have on people.

“I promise Mister Sylus, I would never lie to you. My loyalty to Onychinus is–”

“Unwavering? Infinite? Please, I’ve heard it all before.” Sylus curls his hand into a fist, the familiar feeling of power coursing through his veins as his Evol snakes around his wrist, slowly seeping into his fingertips.

“Mister Sylus…” the man watches him with bulging eyes. “I-I swear–”

“Swear on your life? Don’t worry. You won’t have to make false promises anymore.”

And really, he’s about to have the most fun he’s had all week, because there’s nothing more satisfying than the feeling of having his energy consume another weak soul. His fingers twitch as his Evol creeps towards the mole’s throat. Three…two…one…

“Wanderer!”

They have got to be fucking joking.

Sylus curses as a Wanderer suddenly crashes through the window of the restaurant, forcing him to take cover as glass shatters all around him. Familiar screams of terror fill the air as the Wanderer begins to destroy everything within a two metre radius, and the mole, God damn it, the mole has somehow managed to slip away in all the chaos. As if his day couldn’t get any worse.

He thinks he might just call it a day and let someone else deal with this mess. He’s already cleaned up about three incidents today anyway. He sighs as he stands up and dusts off his jacket, tutting as he notices a sizeable stain on his shirt. He’ll have to get Luke and Kieran to send it off for dry cleaning later.

He glances outside at the chaos on the streets. About six Wanderers are crashing through the square, the protofield already beginning to form. Sirens wail in the near distance and soon enough the Hunters flood the streets, right on cue. It’s enough to give him a very inconvenient headache. He’s about to use his Evol to disappear when he hears something that makes him freeze.

“Everybody, please remain calm!”

A stern voice that can be heard above all the chaos. A voice that Sylus would recognise in every universe, in every lifetime. You.

“Please evacuate the area as quickly as possible! The Unicorns will take it from here!”

And all of a sudden, Sylus is on the street pushing roughly through the crowd, heading towards you, his Evol pulsing in his veins as the familiar sense of power builds in his bones.

“Take cover!”

He barely has time to dodge as a car flies over his head, barely has time to register that the car is flying straight towards you, your back turned as you shield a child in your arms.

He’s seen this before. So many times. The nightmares always end the same. But this isn’t one of his nightmares.

This is real.

"Run!” Someone screams, and Sylus watches in slow motion as you turn around too late, your eyes widening as you see the car hurtling towards you at a hundred miles an hour, ready to land right where you stand.

Shrill screams, a blur of red and black, and suddenly the car freezes, as if caught by an invisible force, only it isn’t quite that. Wisps of scarlet smoke wrap around the car, crushing it until it dissipates into dust, and in front of it all, shielding you and the child, is Sylus.

“Are you alright?” Sylus pants, slightly out of breath as he turns around and scans your body for any injuries.

Too stunned to speak, you stare at him in awe as the child clings onto your leg.

“How…where…” you stammer. He pulls you into a brief hug before he takes your face into his hands and gives you a stern look.

“What exactly are we looking at here?”

“High metaflux fluctuations in this area. There’s about twelve Wanderers, and the protofield is forming quickly. We need to evacuate the citizens and eliminate the Wanderers as fast as we can before they spread the protofield further over Linkon,” you say, scanning through the slides on your Hunter’s watch.

Sylus nods. “You guide the child to safety. I’ll start with the Wanderer that nearly took you out with a car.” He points at the fountain in the centre of the square.

“I’ll meet you there in ten minutes. You can help me finish the rest of them off.”

You give him a look as you lift the child into your arms. “I only need five.”

“That’s my girl,” Sylus says, watching as you sprint away, his heart warm.

With you by his side, perhaps today won’t be a bad day after all.

𓅇 ⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚

Two hours later, three close encounters, one scratched forehead and one broken fountain, Sylus finds himself sitting beside you on a piece of rubble, a cap and a pair of sunglasses hiding his face as you frantically look around, triple checking that no one is giving Sylus any strange looks.

“We just killed a dozen Wanderers, Sweetie. I doubt anyone is worrying about the N109 Zone’s crime lord gracing them with a surprise appearance.” He hands you a mango ice pop.

“A reward for your performance today.”

Satisfied that Sylus is unrecognisable to the public eye, you take a bow as you accept the ice pop before taking a seat beside Sylus in the rubble.

“Always a pleasure fighting alongside a crime lord.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve gotten stronger. Our training is paying off.” Sylus can’t help but feel proud of your strength.

“You need to work on your defence though.” His fingers reach out to gently touch the graze on your forehead.

You shake him off. “I can handle an injury or two.”

“I know you can,” Sylus sighs, looking at the determination in your eyes. “But sometimes you run recklessly into things. It’s important to think before throwing your punches.”

“Well, I know you’ll always have my back to pull me out of trouble anyway,” you say with a shrug before sneaking a bite of his ice pop.

Sylus opens his mouth to say something, but is cut off by your Hunter’s watch buzzing.

You get to your feet and give him a mock salute. “Duty calls, I guess. Maybe I’ll see you later? How about a movie night in my apartment?”

Sylus raises an eyebrow. “And if I say I already have plans?”

“Cancel them.” You lean down and give him a quick peck on the cheek.

Sylus can only smile as he watches you run off. You blow him goodbye kisses as a group of Hunters throw their arms around your shoulders, congratulating you on another successful mission.

Flowers can’t grow in the N109 Zone, unless of course, you know the right people, or unless you’re the leader of Onychinus, which Sylus just so happens to be, thus, this is how he finds himself in a little corner shop tucked away from the the busy streets of the N109 Zone’s main square. A miracle really, how it has managed to survive in such a desolate place, but the owner has a special kind of Evol that can make flowers bloom even in darkness.

“So how can I help you today, Mister Sylus?”

A young girl with a green apron and a gentle demeanor blinks up at him with curious eyes. He supposes it’s not everyday that someone like him would be in a shop like this.

“I need to buy flowers for a friend,” he says, looking around at the bouquets sprawling out from the shelves around him. It feels as if the flowers are responding to his presence, the pretty ones shaking their petals, trying to get him to reach out and touch them so they can have a peek into his desires.

“And the occasion?” The girl tilts her head to the side, but she’s looking at him as if she’s already figured out the answer. It’s a little unnerving. He wonders if this is how his enemies often feel when he’s picking them apart with the Aether Core in his eye.

“No occasion,” Sylus hums, turning his attention to a sunflower that has begun to poke him with its leaves. “Do all your flowers greet your customers like this?”

The girl laughs. “The flowers have a mind of their own. I only use my Evol to encourage them. You can’t tame what’s natural, you know.”

“And what are your flowers telling you now?” Sylus reaches out to touch the leaves that are reaching for him.

The girl folds her arms. “That you’re not buying flowers for a friend.”

“Perhaps not,” Sylus sighs, feeling the familiar sensation of invisible thorns pressing into his chest. “How do you tell someone they mean the world to you? That you’d search for them in every lifetime? In every dimension…you would choose them over something as precious as life?”

“Zinnia.”

Sylus watches as the girl waves her fingers and summons a small bunch of magenta coloured flowers. “Representing everlasting affection and endurance due to their willingness to grow. They’re tough little guys to grow too. They need a lot of encouragement.”

Sylus smiles, thinking back to a memory of you standing over the little plant you left on his window sill in his bedroom, one hand on a small water can, the other tapping the leaves of the plant with soft affection.

“Make sure you grow big and strong so Sylus won’t have to feel lonely anymore, okay?”

Sylus watches you from the doorframe, your back facing him, completely unaware that he’s even there.

“He doesn’t say it in front of me because he thinks it makes him look weak, but I know it upsets him that nothing can grow in the N109 Zone.” He watches as you bend down and kiss the petals of the plant.

“So prove him wrong and make sure you grow big and strong. Make him smile when I’m not here.”

“Mister Sylus?”

The girl’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts.

“Can I ask you a question?”

Sylus nods.

“Two months ago, I received a letter from an unknown sender who invited me to open a flower shop at this exact location in the N109 Zone. The letter stated that it would cost me nothing, that my exceptional Evol was enough payment for whatever the cost of the shop would be.”

She looks at him then, really looks at him. He supposes he should have seen this coming. Secrets are one of the top selling items in the N109 Zone.

“Hasn’t anyone told you that it’s a big risk accepting an invitation to the N109 Zone from a stranger?” Sylus asks.

“I suppose I left out a crucial part of the story.” The girl motions to a letter that hangs on a corkboard over the counter by the cash register. “The letter had the stamp of Onychinus on the bottom of it.”

“Yet you still came and opened your little shop.”

“I know you sent that letter yourself. I know you asked me to come here and open a flower shop in a place where flowers can’t even grow. I just couldn’t figure out why. There’s rumours about you, you know. That you can kill a person with just a flick of your wrist. That you have horns and a tail that only come out when someone is about to die.”

“Are you upset that the rumours were false? Or are you perhaps scared that I’m here today to prove that they might be true?”

“A man that requests someone to open a flower shop in Hell…he doesn’t kill for sport. No, you’re not what people think you are.”

Sylus laughs as he throws up his hands in mock surrender. “Do you interrogate all your customers like this?”

“You’re exactly how I thought you’d be. Arrogant, sarcastic, yet you’re here because there’s one thing you can’t figure out, and you think flowers might be able to do the job for you.”

The girl gives him a smirk. “You’re in love, Mister Sylus. You’re so in love that you tracked down an Evolver that can make flowers bloom anywhere so you could send flowers to your beloved.”

Sylus sighs, tired of the game now that the exciting part is over. “So you’ve caught me. However, I haven’t had the chance to buy any flowers for her yet.”

“Too busy closing deals and blowing up buildings?”

“Something like that.”

The girl rolls her eyes. “You know the best way to tell someone you love them is actually telling them.”

“And if words aren’t enough?” Sylus sweeps his hand through the air, motioning towards the flowers.

“I suppose roses would also work. Classic eternal love. Or Chrysanthemums. Faithfulness and longevity.”

“And what about those flowers?” Sylus twirls his fingers as his Evol tickles the petals of flowers that point towards the ceiling. Solitary, beautiful, they stand out like fresh snow on top of a mountain peak.

“Antirrhinums,” the girl says with a soft expression. “Also known as Snapdragons. White represents purity and grace. The purple ones represent love at first sight.”

A thousand memories flash through his mind as he stares at the flowers.

“I’ll take all of the Snapdragons you have.”

“All of them? Unusual. Nobody really picks the Snapdragons. They’re often overshadowed by their peers.”

“People will often stay away from anything associated with dragons,” Sylus snorts as he walks towards the little flowers.

“Dragons are solitary creatures. Even catching a glimpse of one can cost you your soul.” He reaches out to touch the delicate petals with his fingers. The girl watches him with interest. Surely the leader of Oncychinus is not as vulnerable as this?

“But even dragons have a soft spot for beautiful things such as flowers.” Sylus touches his hair, feeling the ghost of a flower tucked between the strands.

Years come and go. Sylus wonders if he’ll ever be able to save you from the cursed merry-go-round of fate.

𓅇 ⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚

He gets a phone call that evening.

“Did you really send me one hundred and nine bouquets of flowers?”

“And how did you get to that exact number?”

“I counted them all of course!”

“Usually people would say thank you by now.”

“I was getting to that. You’re just impatient.”

“I have all the patience in the world, Kitten.”

A beat of silence.

“I had to look them up online because I’ve never seen them before. They’re called Snapdragons, apparently.”

“Yes, the florist said they're often overlooked.”

“Oh. Well…I’m glad you bought them then. They won’t feel lonely here. I’ll make sure of it.”

He thinks he might say it then and there.

I love you.

But the sentence never seems to make it past his lips.

VI.

Maybe it’s time to address it.

“Oh, fuck, Sylus…”

A simple late night phone call, whispers of I miss you, and all of a sudden, you’re at his door, your eyes dark as you step inside, throwing off your coat and wrapping your arms around his neck before he can react.

“Sylus… please…”

Sylus smirks as he sucks at the skin on your inner thigh, using enough pressure to leave a hickey that will last for at least three days, maybe a week. A reminder that he’s been there; been to a place reserved only for him.

“Does it feel good, Kitten?” he asks, gently stroking the bruise, his scarlet eyes glowing as he looks at you with lust.

“Yes…please don’t stop…” you trail off as his lips trail kisses down your thighs, your hands sliding to hold his hair between your fingers as he gets closer and closer to the spot where you need him the most.

“You’re so wet, Sweetie,” he breathes, voice low as he stares at your heat. “Such a good girl…tell me…do you want it?”

“Yes…please… fuck Sylus, I need you so bad,” you moan, using your hands to guide him between your thighs, his breath warm

Yeah, maybe now’s not a good time to address it.

Sylus can sense your neediness, his cock straining against his trousers as his mouth finds your heat, moaning as you squeeze his head gently between your thighs, his tongue working inside you as you slowly begin to unravel. Your body begins to tremble because fuck, Sylus always makes you feel like heaven is a place on earth, tucked away here, on his four-poster bed, in between cool silk sheets.

And Sylus, well, he’s seeing stars, eating you out as if you might disappear tomorrow. His hands spread your legs wider, trying to find the best angle to make you fall apart. He fucking loves seeing you like this, loves the way you both submit yourselves to each other. A newfound trust that means more to Sylus than any protocore in all of Deepspace.

He continues to fuck you with his mouth, the taste of you like honey on his tongue.

“Sylus…I think…I’m…ugh …” you trail off again, biting your lip as a familiar feeling builds inside you.

Sylus smirks, and you can feel it between your legs. You tug on his hair a little harder, urging him to just fuck you more, because, Christ, you’re so fucking close. He seems to get the message, and begins to fuck you faster with his tongue, using his hands to guide your hips so they’re rutting against his hot mouth.

He’s so fucking hard, he thinks maybe he could come like this, with your hands in his hair and his head between your legs. He knows you’re close, can sense it in the way you’re moving, so he decides to help you a little, his fingers creeping up to your clit before they begin to massage the bundle of nerves slowly, making you cry out in pleasure.

“Baby…gonna…gonna come soon,” you whine, the world spinning as your head falls against the mattress.

A growl leaves his lips. “Then come for me, my darling.”

And that’s all it takes for you to fall apart, and Sylus, the angel he is, keeps going until you pull him out, whining at him, tugging at his shirt to bring him closer to you.

“I need you in me, baby.”

People think he’s a strong man, yet a single sentence from you can make him fold like a sheet of paper.

“Are you sure?” he asks, shutting his eyes and letting out a quiet sigh of pleasure as your hands find their way to the bulge straining against his trousers.

“Of course.”

Sylus flips you over, moving so his back can lie against the headboard. He uses his Evol to place you strategically on his lap as your fingers begin to undo his belt and zipper.

“You’re so beautiful,” he groans, dizzy with pleasure as you wrap your hand around his aching length. Even with your two hands wrapped around him, his cock is huge. The thought of it inside of you is making you wet again.

“Lie back,” you order, and Sylus obliges, his eyes glowing through the soft haze of his bedroom.

He squeezes your ass as you slowly lower yourself onto his cock, a loud cry escaping your lips. Even after doing this a few times, you still get surprised at his size, but his length sliding into you always feels like a home run. Sylus thinks you were made to take him like this; your body moulded just for him.

“You’re so tight,” Sylus moans, his forehead falling against your chest. He places a soft kiss to your cleavage before bucking his hips up a few times until suddenly he starts pounding into you, your moans drowning out the squeaks from the bed frame.

Good thing he sent Luke and Kieran out on a few errands. Sylus doesn’t think they’d recover from the noises you two are making.

“Sylus, baby, faster, ” you beg, gripping his shoulders for support, your hips grinding on his cock. “Fuck, you always feel so good.”

“You too, my darling. You’re fucking made for me. Always feels like heaven being inside of you,” Sylus growls, his hips fucking you like there’s no tomorrow.

Heavy breathing and the sweet scent of sex fills the room as you both rock your hips in harmony, pulling each other closer and closer to the edge. Sylus can feel his orgasm building in his stomach. He needs to feel you more.

“S-Sylus…” you pant, your legs beginning to ache a bit. “More. Please. I need…I need more .”

Yeah, he thinks he does too.

Without warning, he pulls out of you, switching positions and pushing you on to the mattress before thrusting back into you with full force. Your hands fly to your mouth as you cry out in pleasure.

Sylus tuts, removing your hands, interlocking your fingers with his own above your head as he fucks you slow and hard.

“It’s okay. No one’s home. I want to hear your sweet little moans, Kitten,” he coos, leaning down and kissing your neck.

You shut your eyes, letting your voice echo around the room.

“I think I’m close, baby,” you breathe.

Sylus nods into the crook of your neck as his thrusts begin to pick up speed again, the sound of skin slapping skin getting louder and louder.

“I have you, darling,” he pants, looking into your eyes with sincerity. “So be a good girl and come for me again.”

“You too,” you whine, thrusting your hips up to meet him halfway.

“Fuck …” Sylus grunts, his hips stuttering as the feeling in his stomach comes to a boil.

He’s not sure which of you comes first, all he knows is that suddenly everything feels warm, and when it’s all over, the earth seems to stop spinning, and nothing matters but the two of you together like this.

Time slows down after that. A comfortable silence falls between the two of you, a silence that remains as he cleans you, a soft towel wiping over your damp skin before he wraps you in one of his silk robes. He doesn’t bother asking you if you’re staying over tonight. It’s an unspoken agreement that has become a silent habit.

More time passes. Somewhere in between the post-sex conversations and after-midnight kisses, you fall asleep in Sylus’ bed, the moonlight slicing through the gaps in the curtains, shining on your bare skin, making it look like you’re made of pure starlight.

As you sleep, Sylus tucks your hair behind your ear and whispers gentle words into the night air.

“You are my sun and my stars. My fate is yours, for eternity. In my past life, in this life, and in every life to come after, I will be yours if you’ll allow it.”

Sylus wonders why vulnerability comes out easier under darkness than in daylight.

VII.

Glittering chandeliers and bubbly champagne. Jewel encrusted cutlery and a grandiose ice sculpture; yet all the riches in the world pale in comparison when placed next to you.

Or at least, that’s what Sylus thinks, as he takes your hand, your high heels unsteady as you step out of the limousine he had prepared for the evening. It’s not often he accepts invitations to grand events such as Galas and Balls. His time is precious, and these events require a lot of false smiles and forced conversations.

But as he looks at you – your shimmering ball gown twinkling in the moonlight, the pearl necklace glowing against the soft skin of your neck that he likes to trace when the world is asleep – he thinks it might be worth it this one time.

He leads you towards the entrance, admiring how the crowd parts for the two of you. The feeling of power; it’s addictive. Sylus has lived with it for so long that after a while, it made him a little jaded. But even the heaviest of snowfall melts over time, and as he watches your eyes sparkle as he leads you towards the ballroom, he regrets every second he wasted not searching for you.

Not that he ever gave up, either.

The ballroom is as extravagant as the ones described in a child’s fairytale. A roof with a Renaissance style fresco that stretches for miles, long tables with all the food from every corner of the world. Champagne fountains, decadent cakes, and you – having drifted away from his side to admire the scene – standing in the middle of it all. A single snowdrop. His flower.

“Good evening Mister Sylus.” Sylus nods at a couple as they greet him. Friends of Onychinus that would probably stab him in the back if he hadn't of invited them to this event.

“Good evening,” Sylus replies, still not taking his eyes off you.

“It’s not often that you grace us with your presence at these events,” the woman says, eyeing him with a look that could turn even the sweetest fruit sour.

“I have to keep an eye on things after the explosion incidents in Linkon.”

“Ah, I see. Terrible how our own can turn on us just like that.”

Sylus doesn’t even bother reacting, the conversation already boring him.

“If you’ll excuse me, there’s somewhere I need to be,” Sylus says, excusing himself and making his way over to you. He stifles a laugh as he spots you helping yourself to the cakes and pastries on the table.

“Hungry, Kitten?”

You turn around and pout at him, your mouth full of cake. Sylus tuts as he wipes away the frosting on your lips.

“I’m starving,” you groan through a mouthful of cake, to which Sylus laughs. He licks his finger, tasting the frosting he wiped off your lips. It’s a bit sweet for his palette, but if it’s something you enjoy, then he’d eat ten slices of cake just to see your smile.

“Have you been enjoying yourself?” He reaches out to adjust the ruby crow brooch on your dress. “Collected enough intel to bring back to the Hunters Academy?”

“I’m not here on business,” you huff.

Sylus lightly flicks your forehead. “But an intelligent Hunter like you never takes a day off.”

He smiles down at you, just as the orchestra begins to play a bright piece of music, making people flood to the floor for a dance.

“May I?” Sylus holds out his hand.

“Are you asking me to dance?”

“It would be a shame to have all our practice go to waste,” Sylus says, his mind thinking back to a couple of nights ago.

"One two three, one two three…”

Sylus tries to suppress his laughter as he watches you stumble around, trying to keep your pace in time with the waltz crackling through his vintage gramophone. He tries to guide you carefully in the right direction, one hand on your waist as he elegantly glides across the marble floor, but this only makes you step on his toes again.

“Are you even trying, kitten?”

“It’s a lot harder than it looks!” you argue, trying your best to avoid stepping on his toes again. “And I’m not used to wearing heels.”

Sylus sighs and stops dancing, causing you to collide into his chest, but he anticipates this and catches you in his arms.

"How about we change tactics?” he asks. He lifts you gently so that you end up standing with your feet on top of his.

“Watch and learn.”

Sylus uses his Evol to place your hands on his shoulders as his hands find their way onto your hips. He sways you both gently, his eyes focused on you, his heartbeat steady as he sways to the waltz. He picks you up and spins you around, causing you to squeal as you rise high into the air like a dove before he pulls you back into his arms.

The memory warms him as he thinks about it. Fills his chest with butterflies as he watches you dance once more, except this time, your eyebrows are furrowed in full concentration. You’re trying for him, and he adores you for it.

As the waltz continues, Sylus finds himself becoming lost in the music, the room fading away until all he can see is you. Your eyes on his, his eyes on yours. You spin and step together in harmony; two souls in matrimony.

“Kitten,” Sylus says, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “In case I forget to tell you later…” he trails off as he gently presses a kiss to your neck.

“Not even the brightest stars could take away from your beauty tonight.”

𓅇 ⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚

Later on, Sylus takes you out to the garden for some fresh air. Under the stars, your flushed cheeks from the heat of the ballroom glow like cherry wine. You find a private spot in the maze made of hedges and take a seat on a small bench surrounded by roses.

Sylus kisses the crown of your head as you lay on his shoulder, a comfortable silence surrounding you both. Your skin is still flushed by the alcohol. Sylus suspects you’re a little tipsy from all the champagne.

“Can I stay at your place tonight?”

Sylus shifts his gaze to your pouting face.

“Should I tell Luke and Kieran to get the guest room ready?”

You pinch his side with your fingers. “I think there’s enough room in your custom made, luxury bed for one more person. Plus, you and I both know I’ve only slept in the guest room once.”

Sylus smiles down at you.

“And if I don’t want to share my bed tonight?”

You yawn, shutting your eyes and nuzzling your face into his jacket.

“You can sleep on the floor then.”

“You know that’s not going to happen.”

“I know.”

“You know.”

𓅇 ⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚

On the drive home, you end up falling asleep. Not wanting to wake you up, Sylus carries you to his room and tucks you in, gently removing your makeup with the cleanser he keeps on standby when you visit.

Although he tries his best to make sure you stay asleep, you stir a little at his touch, mumbling something as he wipes away the last of your mascara.

“WhereamI?” you croak, eyes flickering as you try to sit up. But Sylus shushes you, gently pushing you back onto the mattress, and assures you that everything is fine. That you just fell asleep on the way home.

Seemingly satisfied with that answer, you shut your eyes and pull Sylus down with you, burying your face into his chest as he falls into bed next to you.

“Promise me you’ll stay until I fall asleep,” you whisper into his ear. It sends shivers down his spine. A promise is a heavy burden for a dragon. Not that he is one anymore, but that doesn’t mean he’s forgotten about the past, forgotten about what it actually means if he breaks one.

What if one day he makes you another one he can’t keep?

“Sylus?” A hand reaches out through the dim light and pokes his face. “Are you still here?”

Fuck it. He’s already this deep anyway. Running would be futile at this stage. Maybe it’s time to stop being afraid. He catches your hand in his and presses your fingertips to his lips.

“I’m still here,” he whispers. “And I promise I’m not going anywhere.”

You smile, your eyes still closed. “Goodnight Sylus.”

“Goodnight.”

True to his word, he stays until you fall asleep. In fact, he lays beside you until the sun rises.

And when you wake up and find him asleep next to you, the sunlight creeping in through the curtains making him frown in slumber, you pull the duvet over both of your heads, a smile spreading across your lips as you curl into his chest.

Sundays are for sleeping in anyways.

VIII.

As Summer draws to a close, Sylus finally finds a day to take you hiking to a place outside of Linkon where no one will recognise him. He picks you up late in the afternoon, the plan being to reach the summit by sunset.

Even though he’s become accustomed to cold nights, Sylus has grown to enjoy the feeling of the warm Summer wind in his air, one hand on the steering wheel, the other shifting the gear stick as you sing along to the radio, him occasionally joining in, which only causes you to burst into a fit of laughter every time.

It’s not often he’s awake during the day, but recently he’s begun to embrace the light. Maybe because it highlights your beauty in all its glory. Loving you has changed a lot of things for Sylus, has made him feel stronger, yet more vulnerable at the same time.

And he’s been watching you grow too, like a flower that blooms in adversity, slowly, but surely. Through all the pain in your heart, you still have managed to flourish, and it makes him proud, seeing how strong you’ve become since he found you again in this lifetime.

“Sylus, up ahead, look!” You point excitedly to the mountain in the near distance. Sylus hums as he steps on the gas pedal, not wanting to waste another second in his thoughts.

The sun is already beginning to dip into the horizon as Sylus pulls into the parking lot. He grabs your bags from the trunk as you tie your shoe laces and check your Hunter’s watch, scanning through the exact route that you both had planned together.

“If we leave now, we should make it to the top by sunset,” you say, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you examine the route.

Sylus takes your hand in his. “Lead the way, Miss Hunter.”

𓅇 ⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚

By the time the two of you reach the summit, most of the crowds from the afternoon have dispersed, leaving behind a tranquil atmosphere. The air is a little crisp, the early signs of Autumn creeping into the dregs of Summer. Sylus notices you shivering slightly as you both look out at the view. Without a word, he takes off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders. You give him a grateful look.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” you say, breaking the silence, eyes gazing at the sweeping landscape below.

“You weren’t kidding about the view. It’s breathtaking. I feel like I can touch the sky.” You reach out into the air, basking in the last rays of light of the day, smiling at Sylus with all the warmth of the sun.

“You’re right,” Sylus says softly, watching how the light casts a golden glow on your skin, as if you’re an angel and all he can do is pray to heaven they’ll let him keep you on earth.

“It’s beautiful.”

In this exact moment, Sylus knows the time has come. He has to tell you.

He clears his throat. “Sweetie, I–”

“S’mores for sale! Get your s’mores here!”

Sylus curses as a stall owner starts causing a ruckus a few metres away.

“Oh my god, I haven’t had s’mores since I was a kid!” you squeal with excitement. Sylus can feel his eye twitch slightly as you grab his hand and pull him in the direction of the food stall, a steady queue already beginning to form.

“What even is a s’more?” he grumbles, still feeling a little disgruntled that his big speech was rudely interrupted.

“Wait, you’ve never had a s’more before? I thought you went camping all the time.”

“And what has camping got to do with these so-called s’mores?”

Your jaw drops in disbelief. “S’mores are like…the best campfire treat ever! Warm chocolate and toasted marshmallows all squished between two graham crackers.” You mime squashing the s’more between the palms of your hands.

“And voilà! The best snack you’ll ever have in your life, all put together in less than a minute.”

“Sounds like a one way trip to diabetes.”

“You’re such an old man sometimes.”

“I suppose I am ninety years old. If you believe the rumours that is.”

You both continue to bicker back and forth until you finally get to the top of the queue. Sylus doesn’t even get a chance to argue before you order two s’mores, slapping a handful of coins onto the counter.

The smell of sugar fills the air as he allows you to drag him to a secluded spot on the summit with a bench overlooking Linkon. By now, the city’s lights are slowly beginning to flicker on as the sun continues to lower itself deeper and deeper into the horizon.

A fond smile ghosts his lips as he notices that you're halfway through your s’more, chocolate smeared on the corner of your mouth.

“This is the best day ever,” you say dreamily, your eyes shining as you once again admire the view. Finishing the last of your s’more, you lean against Sylus’ shoulder, sighing with satisfaction as you pat your stomach dramatically.

Afraid the chocolate will melt and stain his hands, Sylus begins to eat his own s’more, his nose scrunching at the taste.

“As expected, this is nothing but pure sugar.”

“Aw c’mon, it’s delicious,” you huff, taking the s’more from his hands and waving it in his face.

“What are you doing?” He asks, his eyebrow raised with suspicion.

“Say aaaah!” You shove the s’more into his mouth, forcing him to take another bite. He coughs as the sickeningly sweet taste of the s'more fills his mouth again, but he finishes it anyway.

Not before he jabs you in the ribs for fun, of course.

“Okay, okay! I surrender. It tickles too much!” you wheeze as he continues to jab you with his fingertips.

Satisfied, Sylus leans in and wipes the chocolate from your face with his thumb.

“Are all kittens this messy?” he teases, and before you can complain, he presses his lips briefly against yours, smirking as he pulls away.

Cheeks flushing, you have no idea how to react to that, so instead you bury your face in Sylus’ sweater, trying to hide your blush from him.

You sit in a comfortable silence after that, Sylus holding you close as you both take in the sunset together. He can feel your heartbeat, can feel the steady rhythm that brought him to you through Deepspace. He thinks if he had to go through all those years of loneliness again just to hold you like this for even a second, well, he’d do it all over again with zero hesitations.

And just like that, like a puzzle sliding into place, like a shooting star finding its way home, the universe whispers for him to bring the crescendo of his unspoken symphony to its climax.

“I love you.”

Those three words; they’ll never be enough.

But for now, they’ll do.

“I love you,” he repeats, just as the sun sinks into the horizon and the moon becomes visible. “I’ve loved you for a long time, Kitten. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

“Oh, Sylus, my beautiful, beautiful Sylus.”

Warm hands reach out as you turn to cup his face, tears glistening in your eyes as you laugh with disbelief.

“I know. I know you love me, even though you’ve never said it to me before. Your actions, they’re enough. You, right next to me…it will always be enough.”

He stares at you with nothing but pure reverence in his eyes.

“And for the record, I love you too.”

At your confession, Sylus wraps his arms around your waist as you continue to hold his face firmly in your palms. Under the twilight, you both stare lovingly into each other’s eyes, the darkness in Sylus’ heart finally fading away into something warm, something golden. Something that can only be described as love.

And as you kiss under the magenta sky, Sylus knows that no matter where fate tries to hide you, he’ll always find you.

Because home is wherever you are.

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lustlovehart · 5 months ago

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Despairing Survival

I recently watched all of us are dead, and your girl is not immune to apocalypse au’s (•̀ᴗ•́)و (And angst. The ending of book 7 has me realizing we're close to the end and it's becoming real sad 😔)

Synopsis: After your sacrifice in the outbreak, he thinks back to the moments in the wretchedness with you, that made hell much more manageable.

Features: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia, & Malleus

Warnings: Overblots are zombies, Meant to be viewed as a magicless au but doesn’t matter too much because non-humans are still not human, Angst, Childhood friends, You die, as usual for my fluff— a little corny, in Malleus's portion you're as old as him, because idk how childhood friends would work if you weren't.

One day you’re living an entirely normal life with him, and the next you know, inky beasts crawl on the floor, desperate to take a bite out of you. It´s whiplash, one moment you´re laughing with the man in front of you, and now you sit trapped in a closet, his hand covering your mouth as monsters drag themselves across the floor.

When he looks down at you, he can't help but feel a sting in his heart. The fear in your eyes reminds him of who you are in front of him, his friend who's been the center of his mind ever since knowing you.

But now, how will he ever come to terms with his inner conflict knowing one of you might not be here tomorrow. Though, what might be worse, is acknowledging the fact you don't return those feelings of his.

He will only ever be your friend.

Both of you have to fight for your lives in NRC as overblots chase you left and right, meeting with other students to get out of the wretched hellscape. Seeing friends you've known for so long become infected from their fight... Having to let them go with tears in your eyes, realizing you will never see them again.

He watches you with every breath, your second shadow, becoming your crutch as the losses become too much. While everyone else sleeps, he looks as you stare down at everyone, opening your mouth to say something to him. As your lip twitches, he'll hold your hand.

"Don't say anything. We have tomorrow, and the day after, or maybe next week." You finally lift your head, looking into his eyes, "We'll talk then."

...

And then, the termination of all infected is brought about. And he's left gasping for air in panic as you step away from him.

A newly enacted bite on your hand.

Even when you put your arm up to stop him from getting closer, he keeps walking toward you.

"You... You won't turn. You can't." you don't smile when you look at him, and neither do you say words. All you can hope is that he understands no matter what he believes, he can't deny reality.

The others stare in disbelief, watching the two of you with trembling breath. He's ready to yell another delusion before you pull him in, your lips on his. It's enough of a distraction for him, your soul welding into his. It feels like an eternity to him, but only because he wishes it to be. When you finally separate, he's ready to take hold of you and never let go. But he doesn't have a chance with you pushing him back into the others.

"Don't die."

Arms desperately hold him back from chasing you. The only fragment of you left is the voice that echoes as you lure overblots to your person, giving them a chance of escape.

He doesn't have the chance to see if you make it, the explosion blowing where you last were to pieces.

Riddle

He looks back at the time you all were caged in the library, only you and him solely being awake. Despite the gravity of the situation, you watch intently as Riddle buries himself in the few books left on the shelves.

A vast majority of them are medical books, but there are some law articles, buried at the bottom of the stack. He can feel your eyes on him as he scans each page, but he doesn't speak, only allowing you to continue staring in the silence.

It reminds him of the way you always peeked over his shoulder when he snuck out, curious to whatever he was doing. The proximity always made him nervous then, and it still does.

"You know, I don't think you have to keep studying anymore, Riddle." you finally break the quiet, Riddle glancing up from the words on the paper. "Who knows when this will be all over... Medical pursuits might as well end here."

"Don't say that, you might as well be saying to let the world die. When this passes over, I still need to pass..." Riddle's sentence falls away when you come closer, turning his head to find you a few inches away.

"I'm not trying to be negative I was just..." There's a certain hurt in your eyes that tells him something, but he isn't so sure until you tell him, "If the world does go back, do you really want to keep studying something you're not passionate about? I mean..." Riddle's eyes are trained on you as you rest your head on his shoulder. "Your mom's not here to do anything right?"

There's a comforting smile on your lips when you look at him. But it falters when he only stares at you in silence. You return your head to his body, following along the page. He's about to blurt his feelings to you before he feels your hand on his, replacing the anatomy book with the texts from the bottom.

"Well then, tell me everything, for as long as you can."

...

Riddle places the book at the root of a tree with your name carved on it. He wishes he had more time to tell you the rest of what he knows.

Leona

He thinks of when you all were trapped on the roof, his body lying on the edge as he looks into the sky, indifference masking his face. Part of his body hangs off the roof, overblots several stories below attempting to reach for him.

"I hope you're not trying to leave me alone in this apocalypse, Kingscholar." your shadow overcasts him, blocking his view of the stars. He tuts, but he won't tell you he prefers the sight of you over those burning balls of fire in the sky. He sits up, taking your hand and pulling you next to him.

It's similar to the way he would drag you closer to him when you both were younger, shielding you from heat and any danger.

"Don't think I can. You'd follow me into the afterlife and make me die a second time." You don't deny the claim, but he smiles with the way you roll your eyes at him. He watches you ready a retort but sees in real-time when you change your mind on what to say to him.

"... Yeah, I don't know what i'd do if you died." Those words have him look over at you, eyes wide for a moment. He recomposes himself before you have the chance to see it though. "I wouldn't have anyone to annoy while I give into insanity, would I?" despite the dark undertone in your words, you flash him a bright smile.

"... Don't say depressing shit like that."

"Then don't casually hang yourself at a height that could kill you Leona." he never would've let that happen anyway, he can't leave you here.

"Right right, I won't-" he's cut off when he feels your arms wrap around him, a warm embrace that has you bury your face into his neck, muffling your voice.

"Lets survive together."

...

He doesn't know if he should feel sad or angry when he looks at the ruined building. It seems that was the first agreement the two of you have ever broken.

Azul

He remembers holing up in the pool, everyone else talking on pool floats, far from where the two of you were. Azul sat next to you, dry and out of the pool, meanwhile, you sat right on the edge, your legs submerged in the light of the water.

Silence permeates the air, he can tell you're upset at him.

You always did the same when he was younger, turning away from him whenever he said something self-deprecating. You wouldn't speak to him until he said something positive about himself, to which you would turn around and smile. It always did make him feel better.

"If we end up having to run, I do hope you don't slip from the water on your feet."

"Well, maybe you could carry- Oh right you're not too strong in that area are you?" passive aggression is evident, so he understands you don't truly mean what you say to him. Silently, he scoots closer, testing the waters as to what you can tolerate from him. When he's shoulder to shoulder, he finally asks.

"... So what did I do exactly."

"Be stupid." a very vague reply. Typical from how long he's known you. He's sure he can suave his way out of your annoyance. He's ready to put on his charm and apologize all princely to you. He halts when he feels your hand grip tightly onto his. "... Don't disappear by yourself again..." You don't look at him when you say it, it sends a pang in his heart at the sight.

"... I was making sure you'd have-"

"Please, just... Don't leave me again. I... I'd miss you so much."

...

When he looks out at the sea, he no longer thinks home. He thinks about how you're such a hypocrite.

Jamil

He recalls when it was only the two of you trapped in the kitchen together. He insisted on gathering up leftovers for you so that you'd have enough energy for however long you'd be stuck in the school.

But, with how low supplies were, and the thought that there could be other survivors, had you deny him vehemently. The amount of ingredients could only really feed one person, and even then it wouldn't be enough sustenance.

You were always like this... helping when you didn't need to when you needed to care for yourself... It's frustrating, but, he can't deny the feeling of his heart softening when you care for him. It... was nice not having to work.

"You won't be able to find others if you can't even survive yourself." Jamil massages his nose bridge as you block the pantry, guarding the last few cans of food. "So please, let me make something for you."

"I'm sorry, but if there are other people who need it..." you zone out for a moment, allowing space in time for Jamil to take hold of you and hoist you over his shoulder. "Wha—Jamil...!" despite your struggles, his strength has him successfully sit you on one of the counters.

"You can't care for any other survivors if you can't care for yourself." you hiss when Jamil pinches your nose in reprimand. "So-"

"Then why aren't you eating for yourself?" your question has him quiet. "... I'd be fine with you eating the food if it's for you." ... Your naivety for survival has him frustrated, but the way you look at him has him soften. He's thinking of a reply but stops when he feels your fingers brush his hair behind his ear, a cold can on his lips.

"I'd be fine with anything as long as you don't die."

...

He shouldn't have listened to that sweet voice of yours. If he hadn't, maybe you could've dodged that bite in time.

Vil

He muses on being stuck in the theater room with you. It wasn’t the best place to be in during an outbreak, but it was the only place you could go to really. Vil places a blanket that had been left behind on your body, your head resting on destroyed couch cushions. It’s not the best, but all he could really provide you with.

He pauses for a moment looking down at your slumbering body, your inhales audible through the room. Typically, he would tell you about such a bad habit, but in the moment, he thinks he wants you to stay like that. It helps him remember that you’re there next to him in the hell that is reality.

The soft smile on his lips falls when he realizes what he’s about to do for you. But, it doesn’t fall because of his sacrifice, no… That’s really the only thing that has him ready to go through with it. The part that has him frowning is the cruel joke that you will no longer be there in his life, nor will he be there for yours.

He takes a few more seconds to absorb you, before standing up and turning heel to the door. Of course, he’s stopped by your hand pulling on his clothes. He should reprimand you for that, but the way you look at him holds him back.

“Where are you going Vil?” Your voice is still hoarse from the night you spent crying away. But it has him stiffen. “… You’re not leaving right?”

He should tell you the painful truth. Yes, he is. All because he needs you to live on, no matter the cost. He’s not going to let himself die, but if he must for your sake…

“… Don’t.”

“… It’s really not that simple—” you tug his shirt, his lithe figure falling on top of you. He thinks his acting skills always coincidentally fail whenever you’re involved because he’s sure you can see the way his perfect eyebrows furrow at the sight of you below him. He knows that the longer he looks at you the harder it’ll be to do what he has to… “It’s for you—”

“Nothing should be for only me… Vil…” say that one word, and it’s over for him. “Stay.”

…

A part of him wonders why you couldn’t listen to your own demands whenever he looks around his own dressing room.

Idia

He thinks you might’ve been his biggest nemesis, especially with that hero moment you pulled on him. He hates it so much, that he should be envious... You're basically a main character now...! Which...

Which means... you should come back right? To him?

Idia mentally replays when you both were stuck in the computer lab. The stuff in there wasn't nearly as high-tech as his own, but to him, it was better than being stuck in the gymnasium. A majority of the computers inside were wrecked, and unusable. A single screen worked though, Idia's fingers clicking the keyboard as you lean over him.

With the way he slams the table tells you something went wrong.

"There's no wifi...!" he leans back in the chair, burying his face in his hands. You can tell he's in distress, anyone would be. "How are we gonna get out—?!" Idia feels your hands pull him from his conflict, your eyes staring deep into his.

... You can't expect him to function properly when the friend he's been in love with for years is in kissing distance. His hair grows bright, the feeling of your hands on his face only making it flare even more.

"We'll get out." His lips part... Usually, this is where two love interest kiss right— He's cruelly reminded, however, that he's only a friend to you. Nothing more than the boy you played video games with. "Idia."

"Y-Yeah...?"

"Let's leave together, and play every game there is to play."

...

You never did get to play those games. And for once, Idia doesn't think he wants to play them anymore.

Malleus

He dreams of you. Specifically, he always finds himself in the gardens. It's a grotesque sight, overblots banging on the exterior, trying all manner of force to get in where the both of you stand. He's looking around, thinking of any way to get out without putting you in harm's way.

His face is stoic as he does it, an attempt to keep you calm while he thinks. Yet, you know him, if anything, despite his face, he's the one that needs to calm down. Coincidentally, you're one of the few who can do that.

"Stay here, I will go out and—" Malleus is interrupted by the feeling of your arm hooking onto his and dragging him far away from the view of the dead. "Wait, what are—" Despite questioning your actions, he doesn't attempt to stop them, he never has.

The feeling of you dragging him away is the equivalent of sneaking into the castle and bringing him out of his lonely solace, unknown to the senate. It's the only time back then, he would converse with anyone other than Lilia and the elders.

He will never stop you from dragging him away, not in reality, and not in his dreams.

"We're staying here until you make a plan that has us both put in danger." you shut the door of the garden shed, hiding you both from the hungry beasts that bang on the botanical garden's glass. Your arms are crossed as you look at him, and even with these circumstances, he can't help but think you make everything much livelier.

He knows the unfortunate answer to his feelings about you, but he will always imagine himself indulging in his deep rooted love.

But he still can't ever let harm come to you.

"Forgive me, but I can't." He takes a step closer to you, "I'm not letting that happen." He lets his words ruminate, your silence suffocating when he turns to leave. He's stopped when you pull him back, your arms hugging him from behind.

"It would be too lonely without you, Malleus."

...

Once again, he's the one who's left to be alone. And... He really thought you were the one to change that.

mmm... Reader and them having a Su-Hyeok (Former bully) and Nam-ra (Class President) dynamic instead... Being a halfbie desperate for human while (Insert Twst Character) desperately keeps you tethered to him because he's so in love... Sorry, my sadness from that series combined with book 7 hit hard 😔

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imbaebi · 28 days ago

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Summer in White

ִֶָ࣪☾. 박성화 —

paring: groom!seonghwa x bridefem!reader

genre: fluffy wholesome wedding, hwa being in love with his bride

warnings: none I think?

wc / cc : 1.4k / 7.7k

atz summer masterlist

synopsis —---

the day he's been dreaming for ever since he's laid eyes on you is finally here. you look best in white, he would say, all pretty and ethereal

—-- ⪩⪨⪩⪨

He had been waiting for this day ever since he laid eyes on you. He knew since then that he wanted you to be his forever. Forever is a big word but to him it wasn't big enough. He wanted to spend eternity with you, to love and to cherish you, to show you how much you mean to him every single day. He would do anything to keep you happy and to see that pretty smile of yours. He was in love and had been for a long time even when he didn't know it yet. You were his soulmate and he was yours. He wouldn't have it anyway other way.

Honestly he couldn't believe today had really come. You two were already basically married in spirit but to be finally married on paper officially, it felt unreal.

He stood waiting at the alter in his black and white vichy check suit and black bowtie, his hands tapped nervously at his side. He couldn't wait to see you. You wanted to wait until you both were at the alter to see each other for the first time today, for the wedding spirit. Of course he agreed to your wishes but damn it was hard. He really couldn't wait to see you, his toes were basically dancing in his shoes.

“Calm down, Hyung. She'll be here any moment now.” Hongjoong, his best friend and best man chuckles putting a hand on his shoulder. Seonghwa takes a deep breath, Hongjoong's touch grounding him.

He wonders what his first reaction to you in your dress would be. Would he cry? He didn't doubt that tears would fall from his eyes at some point, this is gonna be the happiest day of his life. Maybe he would smile? He'd have to find some way to express his happiness. Or maybe—

His thoughts are interrupted by the music that floods the room. Oh it was really starting! His parents walk down the isle, then your mom. The bridesmaids came down. Then your six year old niece came out in her pretty light green dress, she threw the white pedals onto the floor just like she rehearsed several times yesterday. She did perfect. Seonghwa smiles at Ahri and gives her a thumbs up when she reached the end of the isle. Ahri smiles back before taking her place next to Chaewon, Ahri's mom and your maid of honor, and the other bridemaids.

It felt like time had slowed down for the both of you when Seonghwa caught your eyes. His lips parts slightly, speechless. You are absolutely stunning, like usual but today you just looked ethereal in your wedding dress. You are already tearing up as you clinged to your father's arm, thank God for waterproof makeup. Seonghwa begins to tear up too, his angel finally being brought to him for him to keep forever. The moment was just perfect.

Your father brings you over to Seonghwa. “I know you'll take good of my little girl, thank you Seonghwa, for always making her happy. I hope you continue to do so.”

“Don't worry Sir, I'll do my best.” Seonghwa takes your hand and helps you up to the alter.

“Hi.” You giggle, tears made your eyes glossy.

“Hi.” He smiles, looking at you like you are the most precious thing in the world. You are in his book.

The service begins, you and Seonghwa go through your wedding vows. You started crying even more after that. You really couldn't believe you were finally having the wedding you've been dreaming about since you were a kid.

“Now, Park Seonghwa do you take L/N Y/N to have and to hold, for better or worse, for rich or poor, in sickness and health, to be faithful, to love and honor, to always support her till death due you part?” The priest questions. Seonghwa takes your ring adorned hands.

“I do.” He looks into your eyes as he says this, there was no hint of doubt as he consents to this.

“L/N Y/N do you take Park Seonghwa to have and to hold, for better or worse, for rich or poor, in sickness and health, to be faithful, to love and honor, to always support him till death due you part?” The priest turns to you.

“I do.” Your eyes tell him that you will always love him no matter what.

“By the power invested in me, I pronounce you both Husband and Wife. You may now kiss the bride!”

You gasp as Seonghwa grabs you by the waist and leans you backwards before kissing you passionately. Your guests cheer but you hardly even heard them.

Gosh, he had been waiting forever to do that. The first kiss as husband and wife of many more to come. He pulls away with a little laugh. His eyes were shining, a new feeling fuels his blood with adrenaline. You smile and touch his face. The photographer takes a picture of the moment. That was going to be your favorite picture of the night.

You, Seonghwa and your guests move to the wedding hall where the reception was to be held. It was literally everything you could have dreamed of, Seonghwa made sure of it. There were elements of you both, from the Lego flowers that adorned each table to the green vines everywhere, it was both you. With the open bar and the dessert table, your guests seemed to be having an amazing time. You were happy.

You sit on Seonghwa, your husband's lap, after dancing with your bridemaids for awhile. He smiles at you while he smooths down your hair that must of went askew while you were dancing. You look up in time to see your younger brother, Jongho follow one of your bridemaids outside to the terrace. You couldn't help but melt a bit, you secretly wanted them to get together.

“Having fun?” he murmurs against your temple.

“Yeah. Are you enjoying yourself too hwa?” Your hand rests under his chin as you tilt your head to lean closer to him.

“Of course I am.” You turn and kiss his nose causing him to smile.

“Hubby.” You smile wide. You shift in his lap to press your forehead to his. “Ah. We really did it. I can't wait to spend my forever with you. I love you.”

You say it quietly, only loud enough for him to hear. In midst of all the friends, family and music; it really did feel, even for a moment, that it was just the two of you.

“I love you too, wifey.”

Snap! The photographer got a photo of the cute moment between the two of you. Your wedding planner comes over and tells you both it was time to cute the cake.

The cake was gorgeous, white with gold trimmings around the cake, Lego themed. There was a white Lego cherry blossom tree on the top, under it was Lego you and Lego Seonghwa dressed in your wedding outfits with priest to officiate. Your two Lego characters held hands. There were Lego vines that were scattered around the base of the 3 tier cake. And just because Hwa wanted it—on the second tier behind the Lego tree was a Lego dark Vader commanding a stormtrooper to climb a ladder to crash the wedding. Silly, yes but it was perfect for both you.

You grab the knife and Seonghwa holds your hands around the knife. You both cut the first piece causing your guests to cheer. The photographer made sure to take many pictures. You take a spoon and feed Seonghwa a piece. It was a simple fluffy vanilla cake with a light cream and strawberries in between the layers. You can tell from the way his eyes shut and how his lips tugged up as he hummed that he liked it. You smile at his cute face.

“It's good isn't it?” He nods. You take a bite next, he was right. It was really good.

⪩⪨

You hold Seonghwa's hand. You were both on a night flight to Italy for your honeymoon. Seonghwa was already out like a light. You stare at his beautiful face. He looked great in his suit earlier but he felt more like hwa you knew in the black sweats, looking effortlessly amazing. You lean your head against him, his hand squeezes yours reflexively. His rests his head on yours.

“I love you.” He mumbles. You thought he had woken up but no he was just speaking in his sleep.

“I love you too.” You whisper back even if he wasn't awake to hear it. “I'm so happy to have you.”

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a/n: i literally couldn't resist writing groom!hwa after those pics came out 😩 this connects with Lemonade !

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onlymexsarah · 6 months ago

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Burning Flames VI || Eris Vanserra

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x Archeron!reader Summary: Since you became High Fae there were only two things that scared you: your deadly power and your attraction toward the male you should hate most after Tamlin, Eris Vanserra. Warnings: Suggestive, slight smut(?), language and my english :) A/n: Sorry for the waiting, but thank you for your patience! I'll see you at the end of the chapter, and if you want to be added to the taglist just let me know🫶🏻 Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3- Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7

Your back was pressed against some wall. His fingers felt like a ghost's touch on your neck, tracing immaginary lines all over your collarbone while everything inside you were on fire.

His scent was the only thing you could smell. Honey, burned wood, maple. He felt like the fire that kept you warm during the cold winter nights, like the sound of falling leaves in a autumn day, like a welcome breeze under the summer sun, like the perfume of a flowery meadow in spring.

His hot breath crashed against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "Tell me to stop, Little Flame."

Your eyes shut closed. Why would you want it to stop when it felt so heavenly?

As an answer you locked your hands behind his neck and brought his body toward yours, making you officially presseded between the wall and him.

His lips rested against the sweet spot behind your ear and you bite your lips to prevent any unholy sounds to leave your mouth. He started to slowly kiss your neck as one of his hands went into your hair, and tilted your head to give him more access, while the other grabbed firmly your waist, pinning your hips against the wall.

If his lips hadn't been enough to drive you crazy, his leg making its way between yours surely was. "This is all I dream about since the day I met you." he whispered with a low, rasped voice. He bite your neck, sucking the skin between his teeth and making you grab his hair tightly as your head fall back against the wall behind you. "How would you taste..." his leg moved between yours, putting some pressure against your pulsing core, and this time you didn't hold the moan that grew in your throat. "The sounds you would make..."

Mother boils you.

His voice, his scent, his body. You could get lost in all of it and you would be eternally happy. It was so right being in his arms, pressed against his as your bodies were one. It felt as right as the stars shining during the night. As the sun rising at dawn. As the sun warming the day at its peak. As the sun seeting during dusk.

You were a torch and his mouth travelling down your neck, claiming every bit of it, was the spark that set you on fire. You wanted to burn, and you wanted to burn with him. His hair in your hands felt like they had always supposed to be there; his hot breath against your skin made you believe that no clothes or blanket would keep you warm again. His hands felt like they were shaped to be on your body, while him...he had been made to be with you.

Your head started to feel lighter, the air around you becoming colder with each breath. He stopped abruptly his movements and grabbed your hair tighter, as if he was holding it for his life. He brought his face away from your neck, and as you opened your eyes you were met with two golden pounds staring already in yours.

Eris.

Seeing him cleared something in your mind, and all of it suddenly felt more real. His hands were still holding you, and when his gaze softened you melted.

"I don't want to wake up." He whispered softly, as if he was afraid to speak too loud. "This is the only time I can be with you."

You furrowed your eyebrows, tilting slightly your head. 'Waking up'? You were very awake, and the male in front of you was exactly where he needed to be.

You brought a hand on his cheek, caressing the line of his face softly. Cauldron, he was so beautiful. If someone had asked you what perfection looked like, you would describe Eris, since there wasn't a single thing about him that hadn't been touched by the Mother herself.

"I am with you." You softly said while you gently pushed one of his curls away form his forehead. "We can be together whenever we want."

And why wouldn't you? There was nothing to stop you from being with him. His eyes hold the door of your home, there was nothing in the world that could keep you away from it. From him.

His narrowed his eyes, and you swore his gaze was burning right inside your soul. "You're here." he sounded surprised, like he had never seen you before. His fingers untangled from your hair and caressed you cheek, almost urgently, like you were doing to disappear at any moment.

You leaned in his touch as you let out a soft chuckle. "Why wouldn't I be?"

It was such a stupid question. You had always been with him. You had been with him from the moment you were born, you had been with him in all the past lives and you still would be with him in the nexts.

His eyes darkened. His fingers traces the line of your jawline, slowly, as if he was memorizing every inch of your face. They moved towarch your chin, then your lips, and you slightly parted them as his thumb caressed your lower lip.

"Oh, Little Flame..." he was so close now that you felt his breath on your mouth. "So many reasons, and it's just a matter of time before you'll remember them."

Then he did something that completely shocked you. He brought both hands on your cheeks, and tilted his head upward, placing a soft, warmn kiss against your forehead. Your hands fell from his face to his shoulders, keeping him there, against you.

Your eyes closed as he kept his lips pressed against your head. This. You wanted this. You wanted him.

"I will make this right. I will kill my father so that he will never be able to hurt you. I will kill everyone who'll want to harm you. I will burn everything that will stop you from being happy." he brought his lips away, and his eyes met yours again. "I had been a monster, and I still will be one if it means protecting you. I swear this on my court, the only good thing I had in my life before you. And you and me are going to share it one day. Side by side, we will make it blooms with all the goodness that my father had crashed during the centuries. You'll have everything of me: goods and bads. It will all be yours."

Your breath was short, your heart was racing in your chest. His voice, so full of determination made it impossible to feel even a sheer of shame for wanting that monster. For wanting everything of him.

"Tell me you want this, Little Flame." he whispered, his face leaning a inch closer to yours.

Then, as you opened your mouth to answer him, everything went black.

***

You gasped for air as you opened your eyes and quickly sat up. Where were you? Everything was dark. The surface under you was soft and you swore that was silk the material touching your bare legs.

Town house. Velaris. Night Court.

Your still asleep mind quickly worked all the basic informations that you needed to calm down.

Where was Eris?

You had been together a moment ago, you swore you could still smell his scent in your nose. The sensations you were feeling were so similar to the one of winnowing, but no. It was a dream.

You were dreaming.

Of Eris.

It had felt so real. His touch, his voice, his smell. The feeling of his hands holding you felt like impressed in your body, and for a moment you shivered from the lack of it.

"Tell me you want this."

Cauldron, what were you going to say to him?

You swore you had been about to tell him something, but you couldn't remember what.

What would you answer now?

Gods, if only you knew that.

Your hand brushed back your hair as you sighed. He had offered you his court. Him. Would you have taken it?

In the dream you knew you would have. But in the real world? If Eris came to you and offered to you his whole being, what would you do?

Are you even listening to yourself? Eris? Offering you what?

The voice in your head scowled you like a child, and a wave of embarassment grew inside you. The dream really fucked you up. Even losing time to think about it was proof of your foolishness.

You had been training togheter for threee weeks now, and you had gotten kind of used to his presence. You had considerably improved with your powers, and somehow, at some point, you and Eris had even started to joke.

But, unfortunately, joking didn't come easy for you the next time you saw him. As soon as you saw his eyes the memory of the dream struck you and you had to hide your face with your hair in order to not let him see the deep blush that was forming on your cheeks.

The worst thing was that if before you just found him attractive, now everything he did made your head going dizzy. Like he moved his fingers to produce fire, or how his voice would lower when he gave you instructions.

You hadn't realized that he was behind you until his velvet voice said something in your ear you didn't catch, and the flames you were controlling over your hands exploded, burning some trees around you.

"That, I think Kallias would mind." snorted ironically Eris behind you, pointing to the trees.

You rolled your eyes as you quickly stepped away from him, having noticed that the closer you were the more flustered you got. "It was your idea to train in the Winter Court this time."

His eyes studied your movements, and you knew that he had noticed the distance you were keeping that day, he knew that something was wrong, and, oh Mother, you hoped he couldn't know why.

"You have enough control now, it doesn't matter where we train." He said with calm voice you knew he used when he was studying something. "But today you seem...distracted. Is something on your mind?"

Cauldron, it had been just a dream. He didn't know about it. He didn't know that everytime your eyes fell on him you felt a strange pull inside you, like the memories of his hands, lips and body on yours were still imprinted in your mind.

"Nope, all good." you quickly replied, waving a hand in the air and facing the snowing landscape again. "Must be the dinner. Azriel made me try a new spicy food."

'Must be the dinner'? Was this really the best thing that went in your mind?

Thankfully he dropped the subject, but it didn't go unnoticed his amused smirk.

You were so lost in your thoughts, mostly of him pushing you against the nearest tree, that when Azriel arrived you didn't even asked Eris the question that you were suppose to.

***

Everything was a mess. Nesta had been captured for the Blood Rite, and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Eris had been captured by Briallyn and Rhys and Feyre had made a bargain to die togheter.

Eris had been captured.

By that bitch of Briallyn.

You tried hard to control the deafining song of your blood running wild in your veins. You would kill her. You would kill Briallyn for everything that she did, and you would make her suffer.

"Az can't go alone. We need you, Cassian." Feyra's voice was a low whisper over the rage that was building inside you.

Cassian, that bastard, had the nerve to esitate and then say, "Let him die."

"Screw you!" You jumped on your feet as you said those words, facing Cassian as if you weren't three feet shorter. You wouldn't let Eris die, and if you had to fight Cassian then it was better for his wings to be fireproof. "Eris is your ally, what kind of General are you if you let your allies to die?"

Cassian's eyes flared with rage that you were sure matched your own. "Your sister had been captured for the Blood Rite and you worry about some asshole who would be better off dead anyway?!"

You lift your chin higher, staring at the Lord of Bloodshed right in the eyes. "When my sister will come out alive from the Blood Rite, and she will, she'll only feel ashamed to be with someone who left everything crumble out of sadness for her disappearence."

Your words found their marks as Cassian winced under your gaze. People often forgot that Nesta was your twin, not vice versa. Every sharp behaviours she possesed, you had them sharper.

"Y/n." Feyre's warning tone made your head snap toward her.

"What?" you spitted out as your whole body tremble , begging you to take action and save Eris.

Rhys shifted shlightly in front of his mate, as if you were the threat at her life.

If you hadn't burn down his entire office few days ago he wouldn't be so caution around you, the voice in your head scoffed in your mind.

You couldn't have helped yourself. When Nesta told you and Feyre that the baby would likely kill your little sister, and that the whole Inner CIrcle knew about it and voted to keep Feyre in the shadows you had stormed inside Rhys' office and reminded him that while you were training with Madja to how use your power to heal, destruction came pretty easily to you if he dared to make choices for Feyre again.

"Maybe the Made dagger we gave him will grant him immunity from the Crown. If he's carrying the dagger, if they haven't unarmed him, it might shield him against another Made object." Feyre tried to reassure you with a calm voice, and somehow you felt even more sick.

You were showing everyone that you actually cared for the Heir of Autumn, the same male they all despise, and a wave of embarassment run all over you. It wasn't enough to calm the boiling blood inside you, but at least it made you take a step away from Cassian.

He was a mated male whose mate had just been captured in the middle of the night, you couldn't really blame him for not caring about anything else.

And we'll just pretend that this realization means nothing? A voice in your mind said sarcastically, but you shut it down before any following thoughts could come with it.

"There are plenty of other methods to get him to talk." Azriel's said darkly, and that sick sentation was back in your stomach.

If Briallyn did so much as touch him you would kill her with your bare hands, making her regret to be born in the same world as you were.

"I'll go with you." you said to Azriel, not leaving room for any arguments in your voice.

Amren scoffed beside him. "Stupidly honourable, but even if Cassian and Azriel are training you, you are no fighter girl. You can't even control your fire."

Your eyes snapped at her, and with a lazy smirk on your lips you rose your right hand, palm up toward the ceiling and let a fire as big as your face appear on it. "Can't I?"

A gasp escaped her mouth as Cassian widened his eyes. Amren narrowed hers as she studied you cautionly. "How?"

"I trained." You said with a little shrug, as you let your fire taking different forms over your hand. "With the same male that you are willingly letting in our enemy's hands."

Amren sneered a 'foolish girl' while her eyes shifted toward an unsurprised Feyre and Rhys, understanding that twice she had been left out of their secrets.

"Why?" Cassian asked beside you, looking at the flames on your hand. "He did nothing to deserve your trust."

You bit the inside your cheek, holding your tongue before you snapped back some comments that would only cause more troubles.

"He saved my life during the war with Hybern." you stated seriously, knowing it was time for them to know the truth. The way Azriel's eyes widened slightly made you understand that Rhys had just told him about your bargain with Eris, not the entire story. "I was with Elain when Hybern's soldiers found us. I told her to run while I stayed behind to buy her time...they were going to kill me if it hadn't been for Eris." You looked back at Cassian, your chin always high as you dared out the words that had been hunting you for months. "I know that in your shared history Eris had never proven to be trustworthy, but in ours shared past he did, and I'm going to repay the debt I own him."

Had you revealed too much of your thoughts? Had you looked like a stupid, naive girl obsessed over a male? You didn't care. Eris was in danger, and something warm inside you needed to save him, even if you were almost sure he would have never done the same for you.

"Be quick. Don't go near Briallyn for any reason." Rhys intructed you as you summoned the fighting leathers that Cassian had gifted you after three full weeks of training. "Y/n, follow their instruction and don't let emotions cloud your judgment. Eris might depends on your clear mind more than we can imagine."

You nodded before stepping beside Azriel and let him winnow you on the other side of the continent.

***

Eris was nowhere to be found in the lands surrounding the queens' castle, and you swore if you didn't find him before a week you would start to burn every piece of that castle until you found him.

You talked with a human merchant that was arriving just from the palace, and you weren't ashamed to say that you had used your High Fae's beauty to make him tell you if he had seen any 'new Fae male' around. He told you that a redhaired Fae male had been dragged to the castle the night before the last, and your stomach twisted at the word dragged.

Images of Eris hurt, bloody and chained flashed through your mind. You would make Briallyn pay for what she did.

"We'll wait here until they leave the castle. Then trail them from the cloud clover." Azriel instructed you with a dark tone that matched your face.

But no one went in or out of the castle for days. No one walked even close to it, the gate had stayed shut down closing the citizien in and the rest of the world out.

Cassian and Azriel patrolled the sky while you made sure to cover every inch of the ground surrounding the castle.

"Briallyn has to know we're here." Cassian said has he alit, his latest aerial survey completed. "You think she's waiting for us to make a move?"

"The place is guarded with as many wards as the House of Wind. If Briallyn is moving Eris, we'll be better off catching him then." Azriel said calmly, while shadows whispered in his ears.

"If he's still alive..." you murmur while you lit a little fire to keep all the three of you warm during the night.

The thought of Eris' death had placed roots in your head as soon as you had left Velaris. Your whole body froze everytime you remembered that you had no proof that the redhead still breath. You could feel his precense inside the castle, your whole soul knew that he was there, but maybe you were just sensing a body. A lifeless, cold, death body.

The thought of Eris' body turning cold felt unnatural, sending shivers of wrongness through your spine. Eris was warm, always radiating warmness to whoever was around him. He could never be cold. You would forbid it.

"I have every reason to believe he is." Azriel's voice woke you from your throughts.

You rose your eyes from the fire to him, and found two hazel pounds already looking at you. Studying you. "How? You said yourself that your shadows can't get inside the castle."

Azriel's stoned face stayed silent for a while, as if he was reading right through you. What was the spymater seeing was above your knowledge. For a moment you felt like an opponent that he was studying to understand her secrets, but true was that you hold any, even thought Azriel's gaze suggested otherwise.

"If Eris was dead, I have the rights to believe that everything would be different." You furrowed your eyebrows, not following his paths of thoughts. "This conversation would have never existed in the first place."

You braced your arms around your legs as your fingers played with the fire in front of you as you used to do when you couldn't sleep when you were a child. "Let's hope you're right."

I'll find you Eris, you are not alone.

***

Four days.

Four fucking days and still nothing of Eris.

"Four fucking days." Cassian hissed from where the three of you monitored the castle, echoing your thoughts. "We've been sititing on our asses for four fucking days."

"It's seems you've forgotten how much of spying is waiting for the right moment." Azriel said as his blade met yours. He had decided to keep training you during those days, both to occupy time and to make you ready for a fight situation. "This one was sloppy. Ground your feet better on the ground. People don't engage in their evil deeds when it's convenient to you."

Fighting looked like a second nature to Azriel as he changed conversation between you and Cassian as if you were trying to disarm him at every possible occasion.

"You would think that Beron would be worried after his son hasn't returned for days." You said between your breaths as Azriel changed from a defensive position to an offensive one. "instead here we are, only three of us looking for him."

"Beron likely knows what is happening to Eris." snorted Cassian crrosing his arms. "He might even see a lot of opportunities to have his heir under the command of the Crown."

Anger rose inside you before you could even notice it. Was there anyone in this world who cared for Eris? His mother probably, but she had been under Beron's talons too long to even do something in order to protect him.

He has you now, your mind said on its own.

Silently you accepted what had long grew inside you. If Eris had no one who cared about him, then you must be dead, five feet under ground. Caring for him didn't mean trusting him blindly. Didn't mean that you would give him the moon on a string if he asked you to. It meant that if a bitch of a Queen took him then you would rip the whole Phrytian apart to find him.

"Control your anger." Azriel commaned as you noticed that your strikes had become harder. "Let it control you and you are dead on a battlefield."

Before you could answer Cassian shot to his feet. "Someone's leaving the castle."

Azriel didn't wait any second before grabbing your waist and launching into the skies as Cassian followed you. Your arms locked behind Azriel's neck as your eyes skanned the ground from the cover of clouds that now hid you.

"I don't see a prison wagon." Cassian said over the wind as you watched the small caravan leaving the eastern city gates.

You were gratefult for a moment that your power made impossible for you to feel any kind of cold, or the chill air would have you trembling like a leaf.

Azriel's gaze remained on the earth below. "They don't need one." he said with quiet venom.

Something inside you stirred, like a string attached to your ribs, and you new who you would see before your eyes landed on him. You suddenly hold your breath, and there, riding at the front of the party, side by side with a hunched, small figure, was Eris.

You almost jumped from Azriel as soon as you saw him. You needed to know if he was alright, you needed him to know that you were there, for him.

"Stupid asshole." Cassian snarled. "She snared him with the Crown."

"No," Azriel said quietly, and you swore his hold grew a bit tighter around you and his tone become apologetically. "Look at his left. He's still got the dagger at his side. If he was in her thrall, he'd have already handed it over."

No.

No. No. No.

"So possessing another Made object does protect him against the Crown." Cassian accusation set in the air and your ears started to ring. "Traitor."

No.

You refused to believe it was true.

Eris would have never betrayed you. Any of you. Not when Briallyn was everything he stad against to. Not when allying to Briallyn meant leaving his father on the throne of the Autumn Court.

"There must be another explanation." You said, and hated how your voice sounded weak. "He must be playing along. Making her believe he is under the Crown's control."

"We follow them. Capture Eris now and we might not get anything out of him. We trail them and learn how far this betrayal goes, if there is any." You had the feeling that he added the last part just for you. "See who they're meeting with. It has to be important, for them to leave the safety of the castle."

What if Briallyn had promised Eris to overthrow his father? What if he had found another, more convenient, alliance in her? What if everyone had been right, and he had just been manipulating you?

As you followed the caravan for three days those thoughts eat you alive. Sometime you were sure that they were wrong, and Briallyn was indeed controlling Eris. Other times you wanted to bury yourself alive to have thought that you could have trusted him.

There was a flicker inside you that you couldn't understand what was, but sometime a voice would come out of it, telling you to run. The voice was so similar to Eris' that you thought you were really going crazy if you had started to hear his voice in your head.

But the worse part was when you were sleeping, because you would dream of him, glassy eyed, looking straight in front of him not matter how many times you yelled his name.

You could not see a inch from your nose. It seemed like you were in the middle of a cloud, making everything around you blurr and grey. Your thoughts were slow, your breathing hard, and walking felt like trying to go through a block of jelly.

"Run."

A voice echoed around you, but you could not see where the person was.

"Run away as fast as you can."

Eris.

Eris was somewhere close to you. "Where are you?" you asked back, trying to follow whatever the string inside you was.

"She will kill you." he said, and this time a flicker of red hair appeared among the clouds. "If you are lucky, she'll only kill you. If not, she'll make me handle you over my father, and he'll make me watch."

His voice sounded hollow, as if he had repeated those words so many times that they had lost meaning. You had no idea what nonsense he was talking about, but you'll be damned if you wouldn't reach him this time.

As you were close enough you saw him. His eyes were vacant, looking at something in front of him. His posture straight, like a soldier waiting for orders.

A sigh of relief washed over you.

Eris was there. You had found him, and you had no intention to let him be taken away from you again.

With your right hand you grabbed his, while you brought the left one on his cheek and make his gaze fell on you. "Look at me." You said firmly. "I'm here. Look at me, Eris. Tell me you recognize me."

His amber eyes met yours, and you knew that the world might start to end now, but you would never look away from his eyes if it meant freeing him from the Crown's control.

"Go back to Velaris." he sounded almost pleading, but his eyes stayed vacant, as if he was seeing right through you.

Your hold on his hand and cheek thightened. "Only if you come with us."

You would not leave him. You could not leave him. His mind was being controlled, he was under the control of a Made object and it was a good damn think that the Cauldron had Made you too. Had given you Made powers.

You could beat the fog around him, even if momentarily.

You closed your eyes and concentrated on the burning flames inside you. You called to them, urging them to grow and grow until there were enough for you to pull them out.

Your eyes flushed open as a bubble of fire had created around the two of you, keeping the fog outside while around you the forest come into view.

"I hope your mind is a bit clearer now." You smirked slightly as you saw him blinking quickly, waking up from whatever dreaming state Briallyn had put him through.

"You're here." his tone was surprised as his eyebrow furrowed, trying to understand what was happening. His hands quickly grabbed your waist, as if he didn't believe that yes, you were actually in front of him.

Should you ignore the butterflies that appeared in your stomach as his hands grabbed you? Definetly yes.

"For someone who lived five hundred years you get surprised too often." You commented with an amused smirk.

He matched your amused grin for a moment, then his face darkened. "This is a dream."

You watched him confused. "Is it?"

"The mat-" he stopped mid sentence as his eyes buried holes in yours. "The bond created by the bargain is making this possible." he said slowly, as if his throat had suddenly gone dry. "But it doesn't matter. I cannot fight her, Y/n. You have to go away before she find you. She knows you're here."

"We are not leaving without you." you stated firmly, almost offended that he suggested otherwise. "Can you not walk away from her so that we can take you?"

He shook his head. "I breath only because she commands so. I cannot do anything without her permission." Flickers of anger appeared inside you again. "Promise me something."

You nodded, and you ashamely knew that if he kept looking at you with that intensity you would have done anything he wanted.

"If it comes to me or you, you chose yourself, and don't make the same selfless, foolish choice that I would make."

Absolutely fucking not.

"No. I'll find a way to not let it come to that." it was your turn to shook your head. "You saved my life, remember? It is time for me to do the same."

"Yes, Little Flame, I saved your life, and I'll do it again a thousands time." You were going to cry. Or kiss him. Or maybe both. "She controls minds, not emotions. So spare me the pain that your death would bring on me."

You had not time to process his words as he pushed you away from him, right outside the bubble of fire and into the fog.

A/N: Are we all seeing the parallels between the two of them? Two dreams in the same chapters, I hope you liked the idea🫶🏻 next chapter we'll get some action from our Eris and our reader! Also, YOU ARE SO MANY WTF?! When I started to write this fic it was just an idea I had in my head and that I wanted to share, and now you all want to read more?! Thank you all for reading this, let me know if you liked it and what you wish to see next🫶🏻

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