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Hi!! 😊
Um, so this is a weird request, so if you don’t want to do it then that’s perfectly understandable! But I was wondering if you could do some dividers based on the AriZona Green Tea can art?
If you can’t or don’t want to that’s totally fine, I just wanted to ask! I hope you have a wonderful weekend!
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Hi anon! It’s not a weird request! I’m not sure how I’ll classify this honestly, maybe under the aesthetics, or food category? Anyway, thanks for the request! 🩵🌸
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two birds on a wire

— on tangled trust and guilt, two little birds—and the ones who raised them—hold fast and balance their way home.
ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ: OR the babies come to papa on a work trip they were NOT invited to 🥺 this. this is the longest, heaviest thing i've ever written for these wonderful characters and im scared and proud and everything in between. i hope this exploration is something worth reading. i'll post an entirely separate a/n should you be interested in my thoughts on this here! hehe. but anyway, i hope you enjoy! ❀-urs
important heads up for context of this story: kyros and lucian are (my headcanon) sylus's twin boys. around 3-4 years in this one! ᡣ𐭩
sylus & his family | sylus x reader | angst, hurt, comfort, boydad&husband!sylus, mom!reader, bigbrother!luke&kieran, sylus cant afford to lose his family tw: children in danger, violence/blood, self-blame/guilt, trauma, tragic tones
“That’s too long.”
Sylus chuckles at your tone over the line. He settles in his seat, feeling the discomfort in his back that begins to make itself known. “Sweetie, we’ve been apart for longer than that.”
“Yes, and each day was agony.” he grins at the sound of your whining. Immediately matching the tone and twang to Lucian’s huffy-puffy behavior.
“I’ll try to get back in three.”
“Two.” you push.
He laughs now, full bodied and rich like wine. “Beloved.”
“Tonight.” you demand. You don’t notice it, but he does: that firm voice you do since the twins have become more rambunctious. Lower in register and more commanding in tone. It goes so unnoticed by you that it’s a treat when you slip and use it on him.
He wants to devour you every time.
“Tomorrow.” he promises, relenting. Never truly one to deny you anything. He’d fold the world in half to cut down travel time should you ask.
You smile, he doesn’t need to see you to know, giddy with the flutters in your stomach that never fail to surprise you no matter how long it’s been. “Y’know, if you really wanted to shave down time, we could have done this trade together.”
And, oh, Sylus would love that. As much as he adored being bound to you, married in every way imaginable, nothing will ever compare to working with you. Of watching a hurricane in the form of his partner leveling the field of wanderers and enemies alike. To resonate and feel the energy surge through his greedy veins as you both unleash a power more fearsome than any abyss.
And then you sigh, playful, knowing you’d just riled him up. “But Kyros says he wants to watch Bubble Pals.”
He grits his teeth, jaw tightening. “I should have brought that whole program and scheduled the concert myself.”
“You know he’d hate that, the whole point is to enjoy the Bubble Pals with pals, not just him.”
“We can be his pals. Kieran and Luke haven’t exactly outgrown cartoons. They watch those action packed animations—“
“—anime?—“
“And does Kyros forget he was born with a pal?” Sylus pinches the bridge of his nose. “Lucian is a biological bubble pal.”
His words begin to crunch in a way that tells you he’s getting a little too worked up about being apart— but you also know him well enough that he’d be missing bubble pals with his sons too. Although endearing, you didn’t want him getting too distracted from his mission.
“My love,” your tone is honey, placating and calm. “Lucian is not made of bubbles.”
He scoffs. “You’d think he was with all the floating he’s been asking for.”
Oh, Lucian and his favorite hobby: scaring the life out of his father. Recently, he’d been climbing up high places within Sylus’s proximity and jumping without so much as a warning. Relying solely on his father's instinct to know he is there, and catch him with his evol. “But papa whizzies are so fun!”
“Don’t patronize me,” he groans, recalling the fear that crumples his chest during Lucian’s split-second free falls. “We need to put a bell on him. He can’t keep jumping off the stairs and expecting me to catch him.”
“You always do though.”
His heart trips over your faith.
“It doesn’t help that their mother is a cat.” he jabs lightly. “And so they move as such.”
“Hey, the irresistible charms come from me. Mischief is all from you.”
“Really now?”
“And the big twins.” you add. “Who, let’s remember, you also raised.”
He chuckles. Coming from you— the only thing capable of raising his blood pressure up to ungodly heights—it was all highly unlikely. “And I suppose their tendency to send me into a coma comes from…?”
“That’s debatable.” you say, and he hears the smile he loves so in your voice once more. The crackle of gravel beneath the wheels of your vehicle signal your arrival to home. “I’m pulling up to the house. How’s your flight so far?”
“It’s well.” he says, tone somber as he recognizes the transitioning goodbye. “We can… talk some more. Or, maybe I can say hello to the boys?”
Your heart swells. The day you realized that Sylus was just as needy for you as you were for him was a paradigm shift in your relationship. Suddenly, it was easier to ask and receive on both sides. And you’d promised then to practice just wanting. Requesting, knowing full well your partner is more than willing to deliver.
“The boys are with the big twins, said they wanted to ride Luke’s Cheeto car.” you inform him sadly. You love eavesdropping on their little conversations when he spoke to the kids over the phone. Unfortunately, amazing, fantastic mama and transformer car papa (Sylus’s voice on the loudspeaker) is no match for Luke’s neon orange sports car.
“I see,” he says. “And you?”
“I have to finish some paperwork.” you sigh, picturing the dreary and drab documents you’ll be staring at for the majority of the day.
The car door shuts with a muffled thud and your boots on the ground paint him a picture of where you are, coming up to the front door. He listens as you speak into the voice register, scan your retina on the bio-lock, and then finally shut the door behind you. The simple act of arriving home and the thought of you being safe inside helps the tension on his shoulders.
“Okay,” he simply says, understanding. “Call me when you’re done.”
“But what if you’re at the exchange by then?”
“I don’t care.” He says, leaving no room for argument “Nothing is more important to me than hearing your voice.”
You blush, and he knows you’re blushing. He continues and the grin in his voice is annoyingly dear, “Thank you for seeing me off to the airport.”
“Come back in one piece.”
“I promise.” A warbled captain's announcement sizzles overhead, but he doesn’t hang up. Instead, he lets the silence that follows be language enough.
I love you. I’ll come home to you soon.
You hum, and then the line goes dead. Might as well get work done with a quiet house until your twins get home— both sets, who no doubt will inevitably pull you away from your responsibilities as a hunter…
It would be great if they got here sooner.
𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:・゚
Sylus sighs the weight of his chest away when the call ends. The sooner he finishes this mission, the sooner will this longing cease. And before you, Sylus had never known hardship like leaving home.
It was especially difficult when Kyros had clung to him the day before, as if knowing he’d be gone again. And his scent of baby powder and clean linen is still on the lapels of his jacket, since he sobbed and held his father tight as if doing so would keep the world from turning. Would keep his papa home.
Sylus groans, rubbing his eyes. His career had never been the safest or the easiest, but the security and power it allows him— to be able to give you the world and protect you all from it— makes it all worth it. All he asks is to return at the end of the day, back to you, back to his boys, back home.
He’ll finish this mission quickly. He’ll end anyone that gets in the way of his expected ETA. He’ll be damned if he misses Bubble Pals.
The seatbelt sign flickers on overhead, and he raises a brow. He follows anyway, awaiting turbulence or a steeper decrease in the clouds, but none come.
“What’s going on?” gone is his soft and playful tone he reserves only for you. His voice now comes through the intercom of the cockpit like a harsh assault of hail. Enough for the pilot and co-pilot to stiffen and straighten their postures just at the sound.
“Low visibility, sir.”
There is no reply and they sigh a breath of relief. And yet they sense it, something in the clouds lurking, just out of sight. Watching, waiting for them.
𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:・゚
Sylus feels it like he does every other time and the fear spears his heart. A shuffling, a grunt and then—
He nearly misses— with an inch between the carpet and his nose, the little boy floats by the crumpled points of his clothes where Sylus’s evol has haphazardly tangled and pinched itself around like a careless net.
“Lucian?!” Sylus hisses, drawing his son closer with his power. Thoughts running a million miles a minute, bewildered that he is here.
Here and giggling. “Papa whizzy!”
“What are you doing here?” he can’t help the harsh growl in his throat as he undoes the seatbelt and grabs his son from the air.
“Wan’ta fly with you.” Lucian says, like it was obvious, not yet sensing the trouble he was in. Just happy to have finally found Sylus in this big plane.
But Sylus is frantic, now looking around and underneath the seats, knowing that one does not come without the other. “Where’s your brother?”
“Kee-ro losin’!” Lucian cheers, wrapping his arms around Sylus’s bicep. “I found papa first.”
“Lucian.” Sylus groans through gritted teeth. And then the plane bounces, a small wobble of turbulence hitting from below. Sylus tilts forward as he loses his footing, but catches himself with an hand on a headrest.
Thankfully, it draws the other one from wherever he’s hiding. The quick pitter-patter of running little feet come from the other end of the cabin, and his son is screaming. “Ahh! I don’t like it! Cian!”
“Kyros!” Sylus calls, voice deep and loud, beckoning the little boy’s attention to him from down the aisle.
Kyros says nothing as he runs to his father, arms clinging to his neck immediately when Sylus bends to pick him up. “Papa, don’t like it.”
Sylus is so confused. He’s confused and distressed and fuming that these two have manifested in his very dangerous plane on the way to his very dangerous mission.
He wonders if it’s a prank, if it’s truly your mischief that they inherited and their maternal source is also on this plane hiding somewhere he has yet to discover.
But by the looks of the two unblinking eyes staring up at him with guilt written all over, he’s sure it isn’t. His heart sinks to his stomach and he feels the sudden urge to throw up.
And the boys know that look, rare as it is, it is distinct and unmistakable. Papa mad.
The plane dips again, this time more abruptly and violently. Lucian actually freezes this time, fists tightening around the fabric of Sylus’s jacket, and Kyros buries his face in the crook of Sylus’s neck.
The speakers crackle to life. “Sir, we’re under attack.”
𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:・゚
Sylus is cool headed in every situation, only because he knows he can get out of anything in one piece. He is always with the upper hand, always at the advantage even when it seems like he isn’t. He expected an attack, eventually. With the high profile protocores he’s transporting in his jet, it’s only appropriate for his enemies to intercept the exchange and bypass payment. Maybe even try their hand at destroying the head of the serpent Onychinus.
If that were the case, he wouldn’t mind. He’d been prepared after all.
What he isn’t prepared for is the presence of his two most prized possessions being on board alongside the greed-bait in his cargo hold. He can regenerate, redirect energy into his cells to heal, manipulate particles in the air to fly— but his children cannot.
And as much as he was livid that these two were now in this with him, his mind is divided by the strategies he conjures in his head to keep them safe. To keep them alive.
And to keep them calm.
Lucian is already taking quick, nervous breaths and clinging to him like a vice, asking questions about their safety and survival— are we bad? gonna to be dead? Is it hurt, papa? Don’t want hurt!
Kyros is silently shaking in his hold. Both already so small, shrunken even smaller in their fear.
“No attack, don’t like ‘tack.” Kyros begs, his voice trembling as he weeps. Sylus has to take a deep breath to collect himself.
“I sorry. I sorry, papa.” Lucian is wailing, hiding in the collar of his shirt.
“Listen to me.” He finally says, securing them both within his inner shirt and jacket. “It’s going to be loud and dark. Do not let go of papa. Do you understand?”
They nod and warble out wet yeses, finding purchase anywhere their fingers allow them to in the small space. On the fabric of Sylus’s clothes, in each other’s arms. Their arms lock together unprompted, unwilling to let go.
With that, Sylus marches to the cockpit and takes the helm.
𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:・゚
You’re going to kill him.
You’ve done it once, you’ve tried that second time— both times he’d pulled the trigger.
But this time, this time you’ll do it all on your own.
He’d never experienced the hardships of flying a burning jet with a screaming toddler on his chest, whilst simultaneously constantly checking if the other is still even breathing with the silence he’d shut himself to. By all the mercies of the universe, he’d managed to land the plane safely without any casualties or injury, just irreversible trauma to his sons.
Which you will kill him for.
He sighs a deep breath, eyeing his men not to say a word about the sobbing little lumps in his clothes. He’d landed on a secured plot, a territory he’d acquired long ago. Not too far off target, but it will buy them time.
The silence stretches as he walks with his sons into the cabin.
He unlatches them one at a time and places them on his lap. Lucian first since he was already looking up at him, asking if it was over. Kyros next, harder since his little nails had dug into the skin on the nape of his neck.
And despite the anger that simmered beneath, his first instinct is to soothe. He knows neither of them will answer his questions in this state, nor will appreciate his scolding. So he gathers them into his arms, and presses his face between them, guiding their cheeks onto either side of his and whispering in their ears. “Shh, shh…”
“Papa, no more.” Kyros gasps though his tears, hiccuping painfully as he cries.
“Want mama.” Lucian sobs, finding comfort in clutching Sylus’s ear to bring him closer. Seeking comfort like a moth to a flame. “Mama, mama please.”
“I know, I know.” He shushes, rocking them to calm. Squeezing their arms to ground. Brushing tears away and showing his face, modeling even breathing and an encouraging expression. And when they relax— when Kyros is wiping his own tears away and Lucian is no longer tugging on his ear, he pulls away.
“You are not supposed to be here.” He says sternly. The tearful eyes he wipes at are downcast, and their cheeks puff at his tone. Neither of the twins like being scolded by papa, but this time they knew they deserved it. Sylus continues, despite the ache in his heart, the need to let them know how dangerous and wrong it is to have snuck away from their mother, to have followed him here without anyone else knowing rises above all of it. “Do you see what happens?”
“Papa mad.” Lucian points out. Not to mock or appeal, just to process.
“Yes, I’m mad.” Sylus swallows to keep his voice from rising, still just recovering from the throes of adrenaline himself. Recovering from the poisonous fear that paralyzed him at the thought of failing to protect them, at the thought of them…
He shakes his head. None of those thoughts are welcome in his mind, and he will burn every single one that attempts to enter at the stake. “I’m mad because I almost lost you.”
“We here, papa.” Kyros tries. Always, he tries to mediate and reassure. A mirror, a reflection of how his parents comfort him when he is panicked and anxious.
Sylus crumbles. His face open and vulnerable, every crease and twitch visible and unguarded as he holds his sons’ small hands in his, as if forcing them to look— see, see and understand that I cannot afford anything happening to you.
“Yes, Kyros, but what if I hadn’t found you in time? What if the plane—“ his voice breaks, and he has to swallow again to reel it in. “What if the plane went down? Without me knowing you were here?”
Kyros sniffles, looking down, realizing in his own little way that they could have been lost still under the chairs. That their game could have ended with neither of them finding papa. “Kyros— me and- and Cian hiding.”
Sylus prompts. “From what?”
“Didn’t want you to go ‘ishun.” Kyros’s lips starts to tremble, as if his body is processing how shaken he actually is before his mind does. “Wanted to come.”
“Why?” Sylus begs, trying to make sense of it all. Retracing every lesson, every rule of survival and safety he’d given to them. “You wanted to watch Bubble Pals. Why are you here?”
“Papa, I—“ Lucian murmurs. He is tugging at his father’s hand to reenact he movement and to bring his attention away from his brother. “I pull Kee-ro. I pull. And—and I say hiding from mama and biggies.”
Sylus’s jaw trembles as he tries to control his breaths. Here are his sons before him, confessing with fear in their eyes as if they’d been convicted of a crime. Speaking their reasons, protecting each other in the face of their daunting father, so soon after being scared to death.
And what courage that takes for such little souls. Despite it all, beneath the burning in his chest, he can’t help but be proud.
“What did we tell you about getting lost?”
“Don’t.” they speak their script together, equally as sorrowful and ashamed.
He watches their eyes, scrutinizes for any sign of understanding. If not the weight of their actions, then the stones of consequences settling in. He takes in their shaking hands and their stuttering breaths, their tear stained cheeks and their swollen eyes. And the longing on their face for him to stop being angry, now, and hold them.
Please.
He nods once, deciding this is enough for the time being. There are still forces beyond the battered walls of the plane that will try to get to him, and now two of his most critical weaknesses are on board.
His arms circle around each back, crowding them close to his body and he holds on to them like his life depended on it. Spreading his fingers over their ribs to feel the tidal movement, shutting his eyes to listen to their hiccups, absorbing their warmth to let himself know: they are alive. They are still alive.
“I sorry,” Lucian is the first to murmur, to take responsibility. Like a good older brother, like the good soldier he likes to pretend to be in his games.
Kyros follows, speaking for both of them when he whispers. It echoes in Sylus’s mind, stiffens his muscles and leadens his bones. “Love you, papa. Love you.”
“I love you.” Saying it was sandpaper and rubble in his throat, but butter and milk to the ears that listen. He kisses both their foreheads tenderly. Then he rises. “I’m calling mama.”
𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:・゚
His blood runs cold at the thirty missed calls on his phone that had flown at the end of the plane. With each twin holding onto his pants, it takes a while for him to locate it. And when he does, it’s a few minutes too late.
“Sylus! Sylus, I can’t find them- they, they—“ he hears your sporadic intakes of breath, knows you’re shaking and on the verge of tearing your hair out— “please pick up. I’ve lost them, I’m so—“
He doesn’t continue the message, he calls you without a second thought. You pick up by the second ring, with a distressed yell. “Sylus—!”
“Breathe.” His voice is rumbling thunder over stormy seas. “Beloved—“
“The boys.” You’re sobbing, your voice is raw and raspy, no doubt from screaming. “They’re gone, I can’t—“
“They’re with me.” He says quickly, detesting prolonging your worry. Hating the sound of your pain. “They’re safe, beloved. They’re with me.”
He hears you take deep breaths, hauling in as much air as you can in your lungs even as your body rejects it. He hears a thud— imagines you collapsing against the wall, the weight of panic and relief dragging you down.
“Head between your knees.” He reminds gently, pushing against the image of your agony. Feeling the twinging in his own heart at your torment. “Let me hear you counting.”
He listens as you count to ten, as you come back to the ground and then finally find your footing. “Where? How?”
“We’re on the plane, we landed a few minutes ago.” He explains, absentmindedly placing a hand on one of the heads looking up at him in worry. To reassure them mama is okay. To reassure himself they are still there.
“I want to hear them.” You beg. Your limbs are jelly, heart still racing and you’re about to throw up. Still just recovering from being prepared to burn the entire world to get your children back from wherever they’d wandered.
You wait with bated breath, eyes squeezed shut, breathing in through your nose and panting out through your mouth. Until you hear a little voice wrinkle the phone line. “Mama? Hi, mama.”
“Mama, it’s Kyros, mama.” The voice says, and your eyes burn. Your hands shake as you press the phone to your ear, as if doing so would squeeze you through the other side, where you can hold him.
“Kyros.” You sob. Kyros frowns and his eyes well up again. “Kyros, stay with papa, okay? I’m coming.”
“Lucian, can you hear me?”
“Yes, mama. I sorry. I sorry!” He’s crying again too. “I go home, wanna go home!”
“I’m coming, angel, I’m coming. Stay with papa.” You swear, already starting to get the feeling back in your legs. As soon as you do, you get up and rummage through your essentials, getting ready to go.
Sylus calls your name on the other end. You stiffen and then relax, a rushing stream of cool water washing over you at the sound.
“Sylus, are you okay?” You ask, overlapping him asking you the same question.
His voice is frayed, wary and brittle at the edges. “They aren’t hurt.”
“I know.” you sound sure, like he’d just told you the sky is blue. Your voice softens as you clarify, “Are you?”
Your faith in him to keep your children safe is indisputable, and that very fact pummels him to the ground. He doesn’t lie. “No.”
“I’m coming.” you insist, genuinely expecting him to stop you.
But instead, fear no different from your children, he breathes. “Please.”
𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:・゚
Between the moment you hang up and the moment you arrive, Sylus’s hands are tied at the demands of the mission he’d committed to partake in.
His men warn him of the oncoming enemies, of the people who’d tried to knock him out of the sky now dressed in elegant suits and brandishing clean hands.
On any other occasion, he’d welcome it. To have him be seen as a threat to eliminate, to let his enemies think they have the upper hand when in reality there is no situation they will ever be, not when he is a player on the board. He’d let them have their fun, endure the hassle, stretch his muscles and feast on the conflict. Indulge in the mind games they try to wield to manipulate him, which are nothing but mild entertainment at best.
On any other occasion, he’d draw it out, play with his food before he swallows them whole.
But on this one, he’s not in the mood.
The little ones, now dwarfed in blankets, have finally found comfort without clutching onto his clothes. They sit together on one seat and talk quietly amongst themselves. Kyros had sculpted a blob from the tinfoil of his inflight sandwich. Lucian is stabbing arms and legs onto it with the toothpicks.
Sylus sits across them, fingers on his temples, watching silently as they interact. Going over every scene that had led him here, silently torturing himself in the midst of his children’s slowly returning normalcy. And frankly, he doesn’t care to be disturbed.
Lucian sticks another toothpick in. Kyros tells him to be careful because it’s sharp. They share a laugh when they are able to get the blob to stay upright. Sylus is fuming beneath his skin, every nerve alight at the fury he feels for the people who dared touch his sons.
The click of the cockpit door is enough for him to move. He stands before the captain of the aircraft is even able to lay eyes on his children, taking up the entirety of the aisle with his ominous presence.
“Speak.”
The traders are awaiting for him to step out of the fuselage, to present them with what they’d asked for and more— now that he’s been “intimidated”. He doesn’t need the report, he knows how this goes. He’s done it a million times before that by now it’s a chore.
Except for this. This was an offense.
“Let them wait.” he doesn’t need to say it again. He refuses to leave his sons alone, or with anyone else that isn’t their mother.
“They’ll force entry, sir.” the pilot points out.
Sylus gives him a deadpan stare. He’d like to see them try. “Then let them.”
“But—“
The insistence and blatant defiance of his command makes it click in Sylus’s mind. It should have clicked the moment the seatbelt sign went off. A swift moment of clarity as the smoke is sucked into the void and he realizes the betrayal. His right eye flares as he taps into his evol to confirm, to burn through the soul of the man before him and reveal his greatest desires.
Power. Wealth. Vengeance.
Fool.
“I should commend you, captain. My nose is usually sharp when it comes to traitors, specially when they stand right beneath it.” Sylus says, menacingly low and irate. “But you’ve managed to get this far.”
“What—“
With a flick of his finger, the pilot’s limbs are bound by the slightest rings of energy. The gun he held behind his back falls to the ground, and Sylus is quick to obliterate it to nothing but the dirt beneath his feet.
Sinewy mist like blood and shadow dance around the traitor in a mocking comfort before the end of his life. It curls around his arms and caresses the veins on his neck, seducing him to his doom.
“Unfortunately, you’ve caught me on a bad day. I have those too, I should let you know.” Sylus steps closer, slowly. His fingers flutter ever so slightly, and he sews his lips shut with dark thorn vines and watches him writhe in his misery. “I almost died. You understand, right?”
Sylus has never felt more anger than he has in this moment. In the face of the man who thought he could rewrite the route, give away their position for them to lock on, send the signal for the missiles to fire. To end his life, to take the loot for his own.
But with the worst of luck— which Sylus tends to bring— two little boys snuck into the aircraft and turned this, what was an equivalent to a harmless prank for Sylus alone, into the gravest of sins against a monster, a fiend, a father.
Sylus stares, eyes widening ever so slightly as he watches the fear in the vermin’s eyes as he squirms. So different from the fear in his sons’. So deserving of him who dared take what was his. He’s sure, deep down, he’ll enjoy this. He’ll revel in the vision of him turning into ash, mere atoms devoid of a soul. And he’ll make it hurt too.
“Boys.” He calls over his shoulder. A slight tilt of his face to the two faceless lumps in his clothes earlier. “Peek-a-boo.”
The pilot scowls, trembling in fear at the mad look in the crimson eyes that hold him.
And on command, unaware of what is going on behind their seats, the boys shut their eyes in excitement. “Peek!”
Sylus snaps. The man barely has time to scream before he is reduced to dust. “A-boo.”
“A-boo!” Lucian hops up on the chair a split second later, looking over the headrest to find Sylus staring at now empty space. He waves, reaching forward but not quite catching him with his short arms. “Papa, I over here.”
It takes a moment for him to turn. But when he does, his eyes are bright and playful, a ghost of a smirk curls the corner of his mouth. “I see you.”
𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:・゚
It registers immediately when you hop out of the helicopter. Luke flanks you. Kieran lands somewhere nearby. The sight of your husband’s aircraft curdles your stomach and twists your heart into something unrecognizable.
Scorched panels, chunks of metal missing from the wings and fin, burnt rubber marks on the tarmac despite being perfectly parked. It doesn’t take a genius to know they’d been attacked, and your heart stops at the thought.
Your family. Your boys.
Instincts kick in and your eyes zero in on the men lurking around the plane. None of them which you recognize, but by the way they walk with their guns at the ready and energy of their evol irritating your resonance, you know. You know.
Sylus is rubbing off on you. You’d admit to it proudly, knowing Luke will bring it up later. Because then you say, low and controlled. “Take the vermin out.”
Luke is quick to move, Kieran hears the command through his brother’s ears and they get to work.
You walk, slowly but not inconspicuously, letting your presence be known in the space you enter. Declaring war by your presence. You see the people stiffen to attention at your appearance. Guns drawn, cocked and aimed at you.
In the corner of your eye, you see the twins take out their first victim in the shadows. A scream— an alarm— and then chaos befalls.
You draw your weapon from thin air, and charge at the first person that comes in between you and your family.
You are known for your many talents and endless compassion. Mercy, you are well acquainted with, kind enough to offer it unprompted, when you can.
A gallant, lawful hunter.
But tonight, in the secluded island of traitors and thieves, away from the eyes of the law, you are no better than the ruthless filth that thrive in its darkness.
Not when they attempt to steal from you. Not when they try to take what’s yours.
You’ll wash your hands of the blood before you hold your son’s faces in a moment. For now, you fight. You dispose. You kill.
𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:・゚
Sylus knows the carnage is done once the taps on the hull are to the rhythm of your favorite song. The one you haven’t stopped humming since you heard it three weeks ago, the one you buzz in his ear like a mosquito just before you go to sleep just to mess with him. And he’s never felt more relieved to hear the tune.
He opens the cabin doors, telling the boys to stay in their seats as he does. He’s sure it’s you. But the just-in-case is the wound that’s beginning to fester.
He feels you before he truly sees you, when you crash into him like an avalanche and wind your tired arms around his shoulders and cling. His strength takes leave entirely at your touch, except for the vice he holds you with around the waist with his arms.
“Sylus,” you breathe, finally. Feeling the air push all the way down to your lungs ushered by his scent. His name is a prayer on your lips, desperate and raw. “Sylus.”
He’s silent when he embraces you, holding on tight like you were his only lifeline. Like he’d collapse if he loosened even just that little bit. He’ll release when you complain, but for now, he needs your presence. He needs you.
When you have your fill, or at least enough for now, you tap at his shoulders to make way. He understands completely, peels himself off you like burnt skin and watches you sprint to a kneel before your children.
“Mama!” they cry, whispers turning to pitchy screams as they tackle you in a hug. Over your head, around your waist. “Mama! Mama!”
Kyros is sobbing, he doesn’t know why— he doesn’t feel sad or scared anymore. The opposite, really. But he doesn’t dwell, just curls up in your chest and grabs onto your clothes. Lucian has his arms around your neck, squeezing enough to choke— but you don’t mind. You don’t dare complain or pull them off to right their positions. Not now when your mind is only just registering that they’re okay. Realizing they’re alive.
“I sorry.” Lucian is still saying, feeling the guilt deep, deep in his little heart. He’ll carry it forever, but you’ll work on helping him understand how to lighten the load.
You shake your head. They watch as hot tears stream down their mama’s pretty face. “I’m glad you’re safe. I love you, I love you. I’m glad you’re okay.”
And so he cries too. And it carves you right open, drives a hook in the center of you heart— such little babies falling apart at the seams for a mistake they didn’t mean to make.
No one knows how long the reunion lasts, but you come to your senses once Kyros and Lucian are asleep in your arms. Sylus is no where in sight, having excused himself to deal with any more scum that linger. But you know better. His distance isn’t just because of the precautions. You know he is drowning now, too. And he is scrambling for something to pull him back to shore.
And your heart breaks that it isn’t you he reaches for.
Aside from your initial embrace, he hadn’t approached when you held your boys. He didn’t fall against the pile when you cried with your children. He didn’t dare touch any of you. And despite being busy checking little limbs for wounds or bruises, you see clear as day, in the corner of your vision, how Sylus’s hands tremble, how his hard eyes look far away— searching for something beyond comprehension. A balm, a reason to not feel shame.
And you will die a thousand deaths before you let him believe he’s alone. With a grunt, you push your legs to stand, supporting a twin on each arm and wander to the cabin doors. But just before you reach them, a wall of muscle blocks you from the exit.
You release a breath of relief, unaware he was within the cabin with you. “Kieran.”
“He asked you not to go out there.” he says simply. You don’t miss how his gaze lingers on the sleeping figures in your arms. You see the agony behind his front too.
You had thought earlier that the little ones were safe with him and Luke. But when they arrived empty-handed, they watched as your world fell apart— and theirs did just as fast. Hardening like machines, predators on the prowl, they march out to track their brothers down, without a hint of forbearance for whoever they find accountable for their disappearance.
Your heart squeezes at the look in his eyes, and you prop Lucian up your hip. “Take him.”
“You can’t possibly trust me.” he mutters, unable to look at you. “Not after…”
You guide the boy in his arms, taking in no argument. “It wasn’t your fault.”
His jaw tightens when he grinds his teeth. “I should have been keeping an eye on them.”
“No, you were prepping for Sylus’s departure.” You point out. It was true. Before they’d gone, Luke and Kieran were securing the cargo within the aircraft.
But Kieran was raised by a stubborn beast. You know because you married that beast. “They said they were coming with us.”
And I didn’t take them, was what didn’t follow.
“They had every intention to go with their father.” Lucian had said so, apologized for, he’d tugged his brother away into the plane as soon as they saw the stairway to the aircraft on the way to the twins.
“We should have seen them. I should have noticed—“
“Kieran.” you sigh, exasperated and tired. “No, it’s not your fault.”
“He is my ward.” The declaration is whispered. It burns on his tongue as he watches the little boy stir in his arms at the rising voices. Then he looks at Kyros, Luke’s. The assignment was not outright, but internalized the moment the boys were born. They’d each protect one if not both. That was the oath they took and sworn their lives to. The more than they’d sought for their entire lives. “They are our brothers, and we failed them.”
You swallow. A haze in your mind as you struggle with the want to understand, the need to understand and be the comforting figure Kieran quietly asks for. But right now, you have no energy left to extend compassion, for your own misery has started to consume you whole as well.
Their brothers they’ve failed. Your sons, you’d lost. “How do you think I feel?”
Kieran’s lips press into a thin line and surrender dawns on his face. He can’t. He can’t imagine how you might feel, but he doesn’t regret speaking his thoughts to you. Doesn’t regret telling you that he’d lay his life down for your sons without question. So he lets it go, silently bowing his head in apology.
He accepts Kyros without a word when you hand him over as well. His muscles twitching at the effort to be gentle with these bodies after harming so many others. Others who deserved it. Others who caused them all pain.
Lucian shifts in his arm, turning his face to his chest and holding onto his clothes. From scent, or touch or voice, he’ll never know, but Lucian recognizes him and presses himself closer. Murmuring sleepily, “Kee-wan…”
Kieran feels the ground give way beneath his feet. He places a careful hand on the back of Lucian’s head and presses his forehead against his small one, like a lion repairing a bond.
You know he’ll protect them. He’d declared it so brazenly, and you never once doubted him or Luke, no matter how upset you get. You pray he sees that in the way you brush the blood of his cheek with your thumb, before you set off to find your husband.
𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:・゚
There is a jet in a nearby hangar. Smaller, cleaner, darker in color and sleeker in design. Enough to cloak itself and its passengers in the cover of the night.
He always feels you before he sees you. This time with the tug on his soul, like you’d been following the thread and pulling on it until it led you to the other end. To him. “We’re leaving in a moment.”
You step into his space. “Sylus…“
He doesn’t turn to face you from where he stands, within dead air and hollow cold, with shoulders locked and movements mechanical, preparing something else in his hands. Something small— deathly and incredibly cataclysmic.
You frown. “You’re going to burn the protocores?”
His voice is low, tone clipped. “The island.”
Your brows draw together in disapproval. “Sy—“
“Get the boys on the jet.” He practically snarls, grabbing another tool from a bench and walking away from you.
A mistake. To cut you off, firstly, and then to ignore you. You scow, grab his arm and turn him to meet your anger. His eyes burn at your audacity, and it fuels the fire already simmering in your chest.
No. Not after everything you’re going through. He does not get to do this. To bear the load, to corrode inside and let you watch. Not when you almost lost your boys, not when you almost lost him too. You hiss through gritted teeth. “Don’t talk to me like that.”
The darkness that has taken captive his soul burns, scalding and heavy in his anguish, responds to you. He feels it take form of the beast he was, then bow its head low and curl around your point of connection. Your skin on his, your hand on his wrist.
His eyes soften ever so slightly, not much, but enough for you to see. To calm the rage you are beginning to feel at the stubbornness that is manifesting within the crevices of the people you love. He mutters, “I’m sorry.”
“I’m here. Look at me.” You ask, firm. The tone you use on the boys when they are irrepressible. The tone you now use on him when he refuses to let you in.
He does, as he always will, and you see for the first time tonight the wreckage behind the rubies that used to shine. There is a sheen of glass that coats his gaze, the lights on the runway reflect on them devastating. His corneas are almost as red as his irises, and his eyes are lost— helplessly screaming, begging for justice, purgation, revenge.
You’d have collapsed if you didn’t take his face in your hands. Yet, you couldn’t afford that now when he needed you to hold him as his sanity is the crust of a planet’s about to implode.
“Get on the jet, please.” He pleads softly, his own head bowing down now to press his forehead to yours. Grounding himself in you, finding leverage in the other half of his soul.
“We got them all. It’s done.” You whisper, breath fanning over his lips. “Let’s go home.”
“It’s not enough.” He grits. Anger wild and untamed, itching to destroy— to level the world and rid it of filth. To rid it of people of who’ve tried to hurt his family. To rid it of putrid traces of what has happened so it can never happen again.
To spare himself of this memory.
“It is. It is.” You cry, caressing his cheeks with gentle fingers. You want him to come back—you need him to come back with you so you can gather your family close into your arms and keep them all away from harm. So you beg, brushing his hair to circle your palms around his jaw. “It is for now.”
He shakes his head, you grip him tighter as if that would make him stop. Enough, enough, enough please— or else you’ll slip and you’ll fall and you won’t be able to hold him up anymore. And you refuse to let him fall.
“I have to— they almost died.” His hand comes to squeeze your wrists, bringing your hands to his skin harder. Silently asking to hold, to bear unbelievable pain he cannot endure. Pain that slips through in the way his voice breaks, and his shoulders begin to unravel. “The way— I can’t, I can’t get it out of my head.”
“What, beloved?”
“The way they looked at me.” he chokes.
When Sylus breaks, he breaks in pieces. Like little flakes of paint of an old rusted pipe, fluttering in slow twirls in the wind as they fall to the ground. His undoing is quiet, it’s unnoticeable until the paint leaves entirely for the rust to weaken the pipe. Until the water breaks through and bursts from the flood awaiting inside.
You feel the weight of him increase in your hold as his knees buckle beneath. You feel him snake his arms around your waist and hold as if he’s being taken from you, pulled away by a relentless current in sea.
In place of tears, there is trembling. Shaking so profound he might affect the ground. His breaths are hard and heavy and effortful as he forces his lungs to work. And it is agony to watch the strongest man you know force himself to be stronger when he is clearly falling apart.
You let him, you hold the parts that break, pocket the pieces and patch your palms over the holes of his cracking vessel.
He lets you in. Married to you in every way, bonded to you beyond the universe’s laws. He lays out his sorrow, with a quivering voice only you have ever heard in this moment alone. “Lucian cried the whole time I landed the plane. He was screaming for you— begging me to bring him to you. And all I could think of was… what if I couldn’t? What if he never got to see you again because of me?”
“And Kyros—“ he rasps like he’s drowning.
“I— I didn’t even know if he was still breathing.” his teeth grind at the memory. Gripping the yoke and pulling the jet up from its nosedive, while simultaneously palming Kyros’s back to check if he was suspiring. “He was so still. He was so quiet. But I felt his tears, and I kept wondering if it was blood—if it was blood—“
Across the runway, beyond the carnage and chaos, the damaged plane waits. Your sons inside— safe, asleep, alive. But the man who saved them, their father who laid his life on the line to ensure their survival punishes himself before you.
And it is unbearable. Like a stone to your chest bearing down, to see him believe that he could ever fail in protecting your children. The dagger of this situation is now at your throat, you feel it break through the grip you held it at bay with in the face of Kieran. But now it pushes past muscle and bone, clean across at the sound of Sylus’s despair.
“I should have—“
You choke, nails digging into your palm. “I should have been watching them, I’m sorry.”
I’m sorry I let this happen. I’m sorry we almost lost them. I’m sorry I did this to you.
The reaction is a bullet in a wasteland. He stiffens and then— sudden and abrupt, his fingers grip tight on your shoulders. He doesn’t mind you falling apart with him, but blaming yourself was out of the picture. He knows you as well as you know him, and he refuses to let you believe you are point zero. “Don’t.”
“Sylus.” you’re helpless. All roads going back lead to you— your negligence, your carelessness. He saved them, you let them wander into the crossfire.
“Do not.” The command rumbles in his chest like a furnace. “I won’t hear it. It’s not.”
And like you told Kieran, he insists on you too. It’s not your fault.
And now neither of you know who’s holding who. All you feel is that wound— that what if that will haunt you until the end of time.
The silence washes over you both as the wind blows colder and yet you stay warm. Visions become clear, trembles cease. The scale’s shifting has stopped and a balance is met between the two hearts that have gathered together and held firm. It recedes for now, enough to melt the numb, enough to help you rise to your feet. Then—
“We must press on.” He says once you learn how to breathe again. When he no longer shakes and your tears have dried. The pain lingers, bitter on your tongues— a demon gnawing at your ankles no matter how far and how hard you try to run.
But he presses a kiss to your forehead, tugging you back along with him, wading the shallows back to shore hand-in-hand with you. You dove into his depths, reached for his hands and now he is saying, come back.
You have me now, come back with me.
It is humid and dim back on land, but you arrive, and you survive.
𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:・゚
Kyros opens his eyes first to the blurred vision of a familiar face looking straight ahead. He escapes the sharper edges of a nightmare he now cannot remember. The pressure in the arms that hold him help him regulate his breathing. His hand comes up to touch the face of his cradle, drawing attention to himself with a soft bap. “Wook.”
Luke glances down, his face twisting into something unreadable for a toddler to recognize when he meets Kyros’s half-lidded gaze.
He swallows down the emotions that come with realizing he’s holding someone he could have lost today; with facing the innocent eyes of someone he failed. He takes the little hands on his face into his palm. His voice comes out, rough and unused, “Hey, Roro.”
Kyros scratches his belly. “M’hungry.”
“Oh, yeah? What do you want to eat?”
Kyros thinks in his sleepy haze. Luke watches each expression on his face, taking in the shifting of his eyes and the dip in his little brow, following the tiny hands that rub bleary eyes. His own lip wobbles as the thought of never seeing him again overwhelms him, and his sinuses flood with fire.
“Mashy ‘tatoes,” says Kyros finally, and Luke pulls him up from his belly to his chest in a tight embrace. Kyros giggles at the quick motion. “Ah!”
But then he hears the sniffling, and the bear hugging him is trembling. Kyros frowns, fingers fidgeting with the hood of Luke’s uniform. “Wook— is crying? No cry, Wook, s’okay. See? See?”
The day Luke executed the perfect deep-pressure hug for Kyros was a turning point for him. That day, he took it upon himself to memorize every flexion and extension of each and every muscle in his arms to recreate it. And soon enough, Kyros has been running to him to receive the grounding hug the most when he is scared or upset.
But now, the roles have reversed. No longer does he have the strength in his arms to deliver Kyros the comfort he’s so used to giving. Instead, he has the fear and the distress. It is Kyros who is using his short arms to draw him in a soothing embrace.
“When ya sad ’n feelin’ boo…” Kyros starts in a whisper and hums the instrumental that follows. It crushes Luke and he sobs even more. “Lemme pop sum bubbles wi’f you…”
Kyros is a mirror of all he loves. He watches and then does, and now he mirrors the way he is loved back.
Luke feels the movement and recognizes it despite not seeing Kyros’s hands. The little boy plants little pokes on his back, singing, “Pop, pop, pop…”
Luke lets out a soft snort, unable to stop the fond smile that emerges from the devastation. He pulls away and wipes at his tears to meet Kyros’s owlish, expectant look. Kyros places a few more pokes on Luke’s cheeks and chin, as he urges. “Pop, pop, c’mon, Wook.”
Luke shakes his head and a chuckle finally bubbles out of his chest. He pokes Kyros’s cheeks too. “Pop, pop, pop.”
Kyros smiles. Luke’s world raptures all around him, but the little boy in his arms anchors him in place, tiny fingers refusing to let him go. Together, they sing, “Pop, pop, pop.”
𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:・゚
Kyros and Lucian, who wakes not soon after, follow the trail of lights on the ground to the cockpit. The big twins hover, but allow them to lead the way. They only help to slide the heavy door open.
“What is it?” Sylus asks, assuming only either Luke and Kieran can open the cockpit door. He doesn’t turn from the expanse of the sky, all too focused on bringing you all home. Beside him, neither do you as you co-pilot the craft.
But you both do when two voices chorus a wonderous, “Woooooow.”
Before you know it, a little twin is climbing over each of your legs and settling themselves on their selected parent.
“Stars, papa!” Kyros says, pointing as if Sylus was the one who’d just gotten here.
“And clouds! Wow!” Lucian howls, bouncing on your knees. His small hands rest over yours on the yoke. “Can I try? Can I try, mama, please?”
Before they’d come in, you’d started to feel the tired tugging of fatigue beneath your salt-crusted eyes. Sylus had chided you to go to sleep, but you refused to leave him alone.
Lucian takes all of that away. The weight of him on you, the warmth his beating heart gives his body radiating off on yours and his bright carmine eyes twinkling back the lights on the console. You feel something in your chest loosen, and you’re wading water again with ease.
You nod, kissing his forehead tenderly, and give him the handles. Discreetly, you flip on auto-pilot as you drop your hands to keep him in place by the waist.
He wiggles it like a steering wheel of a car. It’s rendered useless for actually flying the jet, but he feels like he’s in control and that mattered to you more.
“This how papa do!” he exclaims suddenly, followed by an exaggerated actions of tugging and twisting. “Then—then, n’yeroowww!”
You find Sylus staring at him in awe. The crumple in his brow makes you wonder if he is hearing the screams of terror in the background of this too sudden joy.
“What did you think of papa, hm?” you ask Lucian, wanting to know, but also wanting to show Sylus that his children are what you raised them to be— children. They will be scared, and cry and do foolish things they know not are foolish, but they will come back to him with love every time. Just as how they were taught. Just as how you taught them.
“Papa was cool! He drived like—like this—“ he jiggles the yoke again, more enthusiastically this time. Grr-ing and roaring like he’s straining. “And I cryin— wahh!— I think, I think we was gonna to fall, and clouds gonna eat us!—but papa was drivin’ driving fast. Like this—“
The cycle goes on— papa was cool, he was driving, Lucian was crying, but papa was cool and he was driving.
Sylus is still waiting for that pin to drop, for Lucian to say something he believes— that papa was scary, papa was mean, papa made him cry.
But he never does. And the lump in his throat melts, the pounding in his ears quieten— the cut is still fresh, tender to the touch, but it no longer bleeds.
Half of the battle is won for now, until Sylus looks down at the twin on his lap. Kyros has turned to face him, legs tucked neatly to his chest as he waits for papa to look at him.
“Kyros,” Sylus rasps, lips as always drawn to his baby’s head. He murmurs, “You okay?”
He nods the way he usually does, using muscles in his torso to rock along with his head. “A-huh.”
“Were you scared, turtle?” Sylus asks. His fingers brushing over squishy cheeks and moon-touched hair, ritualistic and grounding for both of them.
“A-huh.” Kyros nods, always painfully honest.
Sylus feels his heart seize. “I’m sorry—“
“But—but, listened to papa. I listened to papa’s heart,” he says quickly, placing both hands over Sylus’s chest. Sylus stops, tilts his head in confusion, not understanding what he means.
“Like dis. See?” Kyros climbs, reenacting his hold on him earlier, underneath his clothes, when Sylus couldn’t see or feel him breathing. Kyros circles his arms around Sylus’s neck and positions his ear on his chest, then promptly hums, “Bum, bum, bum.”
And at last, for the first time today, Sylus feels the earth return beneath his feet. Benumbed before, he now feels the sting of the cold air on his face and a syrupy relief drain through his veins. His voice is broken when it emerges, “Did that help you, Kyros?”
“Yes. I follow mama.” he says, pointing at you who he’s seen the trick from. Who stares at him, listening in— eavesdropping as you so loved to do. He is referring to when you’d have bad days and lay yourself over Sylus’s heart to gather your thoughts. Unaware of the curious eyes watching and learning from your ways.
Sylus nods, failing to keep his emotions at bay. He hides his face in Kyros’s hair and kisses him over and over and over. “Good. Good, you did good.”
You feel it together, you and Sylus, the knot unraveling from your chest. Your heads breaking the surface tension of the heaviest of waters to take one full, real breath. The wrinkled tether between your souls stretched and righted to feel open and safe again, even if it’s just that little bit. All because of this, of them— your boys, of their forgiveness, of their love.
“Lava!” Lucian yells excitedly, seeing the blue hues of the sky transform to its melding yellows and oranges. You follow his reference and look forward. Despite his sensitivities, Sylus peeks over Kyros’s head to look too.
There is a line in the horizon, painted bright and slow; the emerging sunlight creating pools and craters of molten amber— lava—in the canopy of clouds.
Sylus still doesn’t know if he deserves any of it— the compassion, the kindness, the forgiveness in its purest form, in the shape of two little boys who’d stared into the eyes of death and placed all their trust into their father. Neither do you who they sought out for despite losing them. You will bear the wounds and the shortcomings from this for the rest of your life.
But when the dark clouds are turned golden by the light, you learn that you never had to ask for it. For once, there is a love purer than his and yours— theirs.
The sunlight washes over you all as you cruise the clouds above. The littles have never seen a sunrise from this vantage point, the bigs have forgotten what it looks like.
You and Sylus know what it means, what this feeling that settles in your bones as the morning offers refuge to the unfinished sorrows of the night.
A dawn, another chance. As the sky breaks open like your hearts have, you vow— today, you will try again.
𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:・゚
“Papa?” Kyros whispers. You all turn to listen to what he says and revel at the beauty of his dark eyes made light in the sunshine.
“Hm? Angel?” Sylus replies.
Kyros understands mornings to an extent too. A morning comes after sleep, and after ‘one sleep’ you promised him a special day. “You comin’ to Bubble Pals now?”
Lucian gasps in excitement, eyes glowing suns on their own, as he realizes too.
Sylus smiles, wide and genuine it almost hurts. And you see it, his hands catching their joy, their hope and their love. Without fail, as he always does and always will.
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Since you're asking for requests, how about MC and the guys watching a horror movie? What movie/genre are they watching? Do the guys get scared by the jumpscares? Are they cuddling up to MC? Are they making fun of the tropes? (This idea popped into my head watching a horror movie last night and remembering Xavier enjoys horror)
horror movies w/ lads lis! ♡
featuring: xavier, zayne, rafayel & sylus x gn!reader. | wc: 1.2k | ao3
warnings: minors and ageless blogs dni regardless of content. gore implication. | dc: @strangergraphics
tags: fluff | established relationship | physical affection
a/n: might be ooc so i'm sorry in advance. i hope that i did well by you <3 requests and commissions are open if anyone is interested! see my profile for info
date started: 3:33PM, june 16th, 2025.
date finished: 7:42PM, june 19th, 2025.

xavier ♡
movie nights are definitely one of xavier's favorite ways to spend time with you. getting into your comfiest clothes, grabbing your favorite snacks and drinks, and snuggling up under your blanket pile is the best night that he could ask for. usually, he falls asleep during these dates, but when you watch your first horror movie together, he tries to stay awake so that he can comfort you if need-be.
admittedly, i have never willingly watched a horror movie, so my expertise on which horror movie the boys would be interested in watching isn't too sharp, but- since this is your first horror movie with xavier, you think that starting out with one of the classics would be a good choice. something supernatural, probably.
i don't think that most jumpscares startle xavier. his facial expression doesn't change much while he munches on a snack with his arm around you, but this doesn't mean that he's invincible. if he isn't expecting it, i can see him jumping and curling towards the arm of the couch. you watch him with wide eyes and try not to laugh as his body slowly relaxes. you end up pausing the movie so that he can clean up all of the snacks that he flung everywhere and grab new ones.
xavier is very critical throughout the entire movie. he's noticing all of the inadequacies throughout, but won't point it out often to you because he doesn't want to ruin the experience. also the type of person to ask questions right as they're about to be answered throughout the film (i am this type of person).
will poke fun at the tropes the more horror movies that you watch together. he'll whisper exactly what's about to happen in your ear, or mock the characters on screen just to make you laugh.

zayne ♡
as long as he is spending time with you, zayne doesn't care what you're watching. so, when you tell him you wanna watch a horror movie, he agrees.
the two of you have watched horror movies together before, but those were with friend groups. zayne probably wasn't too into the movie, and you honestly didn't think that horror was zayne's thing until tonight.
our sweetheart definitely has a preference for what he does and doesn't enjoy with horror movies. psychological horror is something that i could see zayne enjoying, but i don't think that's what you'd be watching for your first horror movie as a couple. i'm seeing a slasher movie here.
the jumpscares don't startle zayne. i think what would unsettle him most is the sound effects. quiet groaning from something you can't see emits from the tv, and zayne's facial expression screams, "uh, wth is that? hell no. absolutely not."
even with this in mind, i think that like xavier, jumpscares could definitely have zayne leaping out of his seat, shuffling towards the back of the couch like the cushions could protect him. it would have to be a very well-done jumpscare to get that reaction, but if it were to happen, you would be quite shocked.
zayne and xavier are on a similar wavelength here, because zayne is also critical of the movie. he'll ask questions, but won't say much outside of that. predicts the movie's plot 15 minutes in but won't tell you because he wants you to enjoy yourself.
makes fun of the tropes with you. rolls his eyes and scoffs when they're on screen. you laugh and his whole night is made.

rafayel ♡
you're all snuggled up on the couch together, rafa's head on your chest as you scroll through a streaming service to pick something to watch. you reach the horror section and your sweetheart grows curious. it's not a genre you usually watch together, so he's intrigued as to what you'll choose and how the experience will go for both of you!
he's seen horror movies before, and while only a few stuck out in his memory, he appreciates the horror genre and the ways that humans are able to forge something so disturbing and love it. horror isn't his favorite line of film by any means, but creation is something that rafayel can always applaud.
i see a zombie apocalypse type of film here. if you're easily frightened, rafayel will sit up and wrap an arm around you. "don't worry, cutie, i won't let the monsters get you," he'd tease before you start, relaxation settling into his shoulders and a proud smirk across his lips.
how startled rafayel becomes by the jumpscares really depends on how well-done they are, and how much detail has gone into the costuming of the monsters. i wouldn't describe him as easy to startle, but it's definitely not as impossible to scare him as it is with other love interests. if the costume detailing is really vivid, then he jumps with a disgusted look scrunched onto his face. despite this reaction, he'll talk to you either during or after the movie about how he appreciates the hard work that must have gone into it.
rafayel is critical, and does not try to hide it. he rolls his eyes with every trope, mimics the characters on screen in dumb voices and groans at slow pacing. but, if he knows that you like this movie, he'll hold his reactions in as best as he can. as much as he might hate it, he doesn't want to make you feel bad for loving it. he won't ask to turn it off unless he really doesn't like it, because if you like it, then he at least wants to say that he tried.
absolutely makes fun of the tropes. has no shame in pausing the movie to ramble about it and make you laugh so hard you can't breathe. he acts all disgruntled, but it's just to make you laugh more.

sylus ♡
there's no reaction from sylus when you come across horror while scrolling. you ask him if he's okay with a scary movie, he agrees, and you move on.
sylus has seen horror movies before, but they never usually kept his attention. not much can scare him either, so feeling disturbed by one isn't likely. i think that the two of you would be watching either a mystery horror or a psychological horror. i think that a mystery horror would really peak sylus' interest. he enjoys dissecting everything about a character, and trying to figure out who did what.
the jumpscares don't spook sylus at all. the biggest reaction you'll get out of him is distrusting eyes staring at the screen. this is very rare, though.
internally, sylus is tearing this movie to pieces. not hating it, but analyzing everything. figuring out what the directors did or didn't intend. guessing if that powerful line was improv or written. he does all of this subconsciously, but honestly, i think that he could be a really good movie critic if he was interested in that path. he has a really good intuition and i'm interested to see what would happen if he shifted that focus onto different forms of cinema and tv.
unable to control his laughter at stupid tropes. he tries to choke it down, but when you ask what he's laughing about, he makes some snide remark that you can't help but giggle at. that sound is what he lives for, and if he has to watch a thousand horror movies to pull it from you, he will start making a to-watch list.
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ice skating w/ lads lis! ♡
featuring: xavier, zayne, rafayel & sylus x gn!reader. | wc: 1.5k | ao3
warnings: minors and ageless blogs dni regardless of content. injury and hospital mention.
tags: fluff | established relationship | physical affection | second pov | no y/n use | comfort in rafayel's part
requested by @napforalifetime | dc: @strangergraphics
date started: 4:00PM, june 10th, 2025.
date finished: 1:02AM, june 15th, 2025.

xavier ♡
while the two of you were trying to come up with fun date ideas, you excitedly mentioned going ice skating. xavier had never done that before, and with you, new things are always fun, so he agreed to try it out.
once the day arrives, you took him to the local mall, where they recently opened up a rink. after lacing your rented skates, you both trudge out to the ice.
you step onto the ice first, and hold both hands out to xavier to offer support. slowly, he steps out, slipping as he grabs your hand with one of his, and the bar right next to him with the other. the wide-eyed, near-death look that he has on his face is kind of funny.
slowly, you help him get more comfortable skating without clinging to the wall or squeezing your hand, and he actually gets pretty good! he isn't the best skater, but he's not a bad one either. by the end of the day, he's skating around with his hands in his pockets and his usual neutral expression.
you aren't very graceful yourself, but since you've done this before, you are able to provide him stability and encourage him when he starts to improve. doesn't mean that you didn't slip or fall a few times, though, in which your boyfriend did try to help you up, but that ended with him falling over too. you both had many meetings with the floor today.
xavier comes out of the experience grateful that he tried it, and he would definitely go again if you asked him to.

zayne ♡
zayne had been ice skating once or twice before for casual gatherings, so he has some experience in this area. you had been there for a few of these occasions, and noticed that for most of the times he was there, he never really skated. he would be on the ice for around forty-five minutes maximum before taking to the side to watch everyone else have fun. you knew it wasn't really his thing, but a new ice skating rink had been built five minutes away from his place, and you wanted to ask him to go with you. so, his agreement to go surprises you; but, he said that as long as he's with you, it doesn't matter what you're doing.
what doesn't surprise you, though, is that he asks that you both wear protective gear. he pushes for the whole shabang: helmets, wrist guards, elbow and knee pads. while he knows that ice skating related injuries aren't common, they aren't impossible either, and he refuses to risk your well-being. if you push it, he'll settle for just elbow and knee pads, but know that he will keep a very close eye on you.
you arrive and rent out some skates. if you ask him to tie them for you, he is more than happy to oblige, and before you get onto the ice, he double-checks your safety gear to make sure that you are as secure as you can be when you glide onto unstable ground.
zayne calmly steps out first, wobbles a little, but he regains his balance fairly quickly before turning around and extending a hand to help you next. you take his hand and watch your feet as you place one in front of the other, his free hand coming to your waist to ensure that your steadiness before drifting across the ice at your side.
your beloved is actually pretty good at ice skating! he definitely loses his balance and flails around like a baby deer trying to walk for the first time, but it's unlikely that he'll fall. if he gets close to kissing the ground, he'll grip the wall like it's his lifeline. if he does pay the ice a personal visit, expect it to be the most animated thing you've seen since watching your last cartoon. you help him up, and he asks you to pretend that didn't happen. you don't.
you don't do so badly yourself! you stumble more than he does, but zayne, being ever so protective, is right there to keep you straight. luckily, when you leave, it's without a single fall, much to your darling's relief. always more worried about you than himself, he is.
when you leave, you decide to grab a cup of tea and head home to snuggle together. if it means to have more days like this with you, then zayne would go ice skating a million times more.

rafayel ♡
honestly, i think that rafayel would be more open to roller skating than ice skating. while he's never done either, he knows that ice is less stable than ground, and he believes that there's more risk of injury. plus, he doesn't want to embarrass himself by flapping around like a fish out of water.
when you first ask him, he hesitates. he's worried that you'll have some horrible fall and wind up hospitalized, but you explain to the sweetheart that ice skating related injuries aren't very common. he tries to make up some other excuse for why he shouldn't go, but you see right through him, and convince him to go anyways.
rafayel is pouting when he gets out of the car, and the closer you get to the skating rink, the more he complains about it being cold. that's something you'll be listening to for the first twenty minutes on the ice.
you rent out skates and help him lace his up. he makes some joke about how spoiled he is, and you lightheartedly roll your eyes at him.
you step onto the ice carefully, then turn to look at your boyfriend. he is looking at the ground before you like it's a cat, fists balled up in front of his chest with a suspicious pout. "are you sure that we aren't going to slip or something? if you die, i will not be finding another bodyguard."
playfully rolling your eyes at him, you slide forward with both hands offered to him. "come here, i won't let you fall," you reassure him with a smile.
only when he sees the confident sparkle in your eyes does he feel comfortable enough to take both of your hands and slowly step onto the ice. he's unsteady on the ice, worried about his balance, but you grip onto him tightly and guide him towards the wall to get him started.
the longer he skates, the more comfortable he becomes. rafa does spend awhile clinging to the wall and your arm as though the ice is fragile enough for him to fall through it, but he does find the courage to kiss the wall goodbye and stick with holding your hand. within the last fifteen minutes of being there, he can skate all by himself!
you are a natural on the ice, and when he takes breaks to watch you, he admires just how gracefully you move. he makes sure to commit these moments to memory so that he can paint it when he returns to the studio.
you two grab something to drink and eat after leaving. while it was scary at first, rafayel doesn't regret letting you drag him there. you made sure to tell him just how proud you were of the way he progressed throughout your trip, and that is something that he basks in. he would definitely give it another try if you asked.

sylus ♡
it's another cozy day in for you and sylus when you suggest that you go on an ice skating date together. he looks over at you with a quirked brow and a smile, surprised by your suggestion, but by no means against it. he's always wanted to try ice skating, when he would indulge in his romantic fantasies before finding you, and now, that can become reality.
you arrive arm-in-arm together, and rent some skates. of course, sylus rented out the entire rink for the duration of your stay, so luckily no one to pass by or bump into.
sylus gets onto the ice first. while unsteady, he won't ask for your help, and manages to stabilize himself before turning to you and extending his hand. you take it, step onto the ice and it's pretty much smooth sailing from there.
sylus does lose his balance a lot at first, never actually falling over but coming close a couple of times. he tries to focus more on you, but you won't stand for it. so, you hold his hand and help him get his boundaries when he stumbles. he feels really spoiled by you, and does comment about it. the smile that curls onto your lips, and the giggle he receives in response makes everything worth it.
he catches you when you come too close to the ground, and keeps his arm around you for a few minutes after before letting you go ahead of him to ensure your safety. watching you on the ice reminds him of just how lucky he is to have days like this with you.
after leaving, you both get a warm beverage of your choice and head home to snuggle and watch movies. sylus has never believed that he was deserving of the domestic life you've given him, but you spend every moment together reminding him that he does. and he wouldn't have it any other way.
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lads lis to the rescue! ♡
featuring: xavier, zayne, rafayel & sylus x gn!reader. (separate)
summary: a bug found its way into your space. what does your boyfriend do?
warnings: minors and ageless blogs dni regardless of content. bug murder. | wc: 3k | ao3
tags: fluff | comfort | second pov | no y/n use | established relationship | physical affection | pet names | crack (rafayel) | rafayel and reader experience the horrors™
requested by @napforalifetime | dc: @strangergraphics
date started: 1:23PM, june 7th, 2025.
date finished: 6:05PM, june 7th, 2025.

xavier ♡
xavier has known about your fear of bugs since the beginning. if you were in the office together, and one happened to be on your desk, he caught onto the way that you would freeze. he doesn't really mind bugs, so when he stepped in to take it away from you, you couldn't have been more relieved. you thanked him profusely, and from that moment forward, xavier made a point to be aware of his surroundings so that if a bug came around, he could swiftly bring it elsewhere to avoid stressing you out.
finding out that xavier is your upstairs neighbor was basically knighting him. every time you found an insect, you would text xavier in a panic, begging him to come save you. your fellow hunter doesn't mind the spam in the slightest, for it makes him feel very useful when you ask him to take care of such things. though it may seem silly, he feels like he's protecting you, and that's one of his favorite feelings in the world.
you had plans to go out with your friends today, walking around town and seeing what the day brings. for now, that has come to a halt, as when you went to grab your shoes by the door, you saw the bug that scares you most. you backed all the way up instantly, curling up onto your couch and eyeing the direction where you saw the creature wearily. you take your phone out of your pocket and instantly open your messages to text xavier, asking him to come save you.
the blonde had just woken up from a nap, and was grabbing something to eat when eh felt his phone buzz in his pocket. he hums before picking the device up to see where the notification is coming from. your frantic messages drill through his phone, causing it to violently vibrate in his hand. all he has to see is "BUG" and "HELP" for him to set his phone onto the counter and come running.
before you can spiral any further, your door bursts off of its hinges, with your beloved standing atop it. your eyes blow wide as you stare at him, but he doesn't even meet your eyes. he's too busy searching for the intruder that dares to disturb your day. "xavier!!" you yell out of shock.
blue eyes meet yours, the familiar soft voice asking, "where is it?"
the insect decides to answer for you, crawling next to the wall right next to him. you see it and scream, fumbling to scoot onto the back of the couch. xavier's head darts into its direction, and without a second thought, catches it in his bare hands. he disappears with the blink of an eye, and after around five minutes, he returns. he walks towards you, both hands extended, "it's okay, he's gone now."
you take his hands and slowly scoot down off of the couch to stand. xavier never looks away from you, watching your worried expression as you come down from your high. "what did you do to him?" you ask when you gain the courage to meet his gaze.
"i let him out a street down. he won't come back, don't worry," xavier reassures. "are you hurt?"
you shake your head, gaze locked onto your feet shamefully. "i'm sorry. i feel stupid."
the man visibly softens at your guilt, and he carefully pulls you to him to embrace you. his arms wrap around your waist tenderly, and this alone makes you feel better. "hey, don't apologize. you can't help it," he says. "do you still feel like going out with your friends today?"
"i do, but..i want to stay here for a few more minutes," you respond.
a grin curls onto the hunter's lips, and he starts to rub your back to soothe you. "that's okay. i'll be here until you're ready to go, okay?"
you smile at his affection and lean into his body, a comforting warmth encasing you in this moment. "okay. thank you, hon."
the pet name brings xavier's lips further up on his face, and his hands move to cup your face to place a kiss to the top of your head. "of course. i'd banish a million bugs for you."

zayne ♡ screenshot credit
your bug fear isn't news to zayne. like xavier, zayne doesn't mind bugs. this doesn't mean that he's going to welcome them with open arms, but if one is chilling on his desk, then he won't bother it unless it comes closer or poses as a threat. when you would walk home with him from school and spot one, you'd leap backwards and hide behind him. he never got to be your savior then, but that's changed now.
to start off your afternoon, you were going to get some tea from your favorite tea shop. you placed your apartment keys on the kitchen counter while you grabbed your bag, but when you walked back out to grab them, your worst nightmare awaited you. sitting next to your keys was a monster taken insect form, and you think it's been awhile since you've moved so quickly. backing all the way against the wall opposite to the counter, you pluck your phone from your pocket to call zayne.
he was on his way home early from work when he saw your call come up onto the screen of his car. pressing the button to answer, he greets you sweetly, "hello, dear. i'm just on my way home from work. is everything alr-"
your frantic rambling interrupts him, and he couldn't understand a word of it. without a second thought, he changes his route to your apartment, and tries to interject to ask you to slow down. just as you catch your breath, you let out a gut-twisting shriek. this makes zayne's eyes go wide, his volume increasing while his tone shifts to something serious, "don't worry, darling, i'm on my way. just stay calm, okay? it's going to be alright."
you feel like you're on the brink of tears as you watch your unwelcome visitor sit on the floor now, hand covering your mouth in horror. "zayneeee.." you call to him shakily.
"i'm here, darling. do you need to call the police?" your boyfriend asks worriedly.
"n- noooo.." you answer, "it was next to my keys, now it's on the floor."
it only takes the dark-haired doctor a moment to realize what's going on. he lets out a large sigh of relief, grateful that the situation isn't as serious as he thought it was. with his mind more clear, and heart rate slowing, he softly murmurs, "i'll be there in a few minutes, my love. just wait for me, alright?"
you can only manage a broken "mhm" in response, and just as he says, he's there before the intruder got the chance to run. the man is quick to take action, grabbing a stray cup from the counter and laying it atop of the insect. now that he's successfully captured it, he shuffles a magazine under the cup to release it outside. afterwards, he returns to your side and scoops you into his arms. "are you okay?" he asks.
you sniffle and nod, hands balled up against his chest as you calm down. "'m sorry," you tell him, "i didn't mean to scare you."
"don't apologize. are you hurt?" zayne asks, meeting your eyes.
you shake your head, "no."
a huff exhales from his nose at that, and he pulls you closer. "good. how about i stay the night, hm? i can order us a snack from the bakery, and we can watch a movie."
your sweet love, always knowing exactly what you need. you smile as you answer, "can we order from my favorite tea shop too? i was gonna go, but.."
the doctor chuckles, a low rumble from his chest as he agrees, "of course we can. go get yourself comfortable, i'll place the orders."

rafayel ♡
rafa isn't overly fond of most of land's animals, and bugs aren't his favorite. how scared he is of a bug definitely varies on the size; if it's small like a fly or ladybug, he sees them as a nuisance and waves them away. but if it's a really big beetle or spider? absolutely not, he is staying far, far away, and calling someone else for help.
when you started to work for him as his bodyguard, he thought that there was little that could scare you. he saw how exceptional you were in combat, and being a hunter, he thought that there was little that could faze you. you come face-to-face with wanderers on a regular basis, so you aren't undone so easily, are you?
oh, dearest rafayel, how naïve. you act bravely around him, yes, because that's your job. but when you started dating, you felt comfortable enough with him to show him your vulnerabilities. and so begins the story of how rafayel discovered your fear of bugs.
you were hanging around his art studio while he was working on a piece, with you quietly sitting not far from where he sat at his easel to keep him company. when he left for a bathroom break, you realized that you wanted a snack, so you went to the kitchen to grab something. now with your snack in one hand and your phone in the other, you turned around to return to your comfy spot when suddenly, the devil incarnate sat on the floor. a shiver runs up your spine, and you squeal frightfully before jumping onto the nearest counter.
rafayel had just finished his business when he hears you scream, which immediately catches his attention. his head darts up and towards the door, and he calls out to you to ensure you're okay, "baby? are you okay?"
"rafayel!!" you yell, "rafa, come quick!!"
the artist moves as fast as his legs will carry him into the kitchen area, eyes wide as they stare at you. "cutie, what's wrong?"
you point to the insect, shrinking away from it where you lay on the marble. "that!!"
when rafayel's head turns, he screams almost as loudly as you do and leaps towards the counter to join you. "what on earth is that?!"
"a bug! get it out of here, rafayel!" you urge him, watching it move a little with fear written all over your face.
"what?! i don't wanna go near that thing! you do it!" rafayel argues, brows furrowed while he looks between you and the horrific creature on the floor.
"why do i have to do it??" you ask.
"you're the fierce hunter here! you deal with way worse than this!" rafayel insists, stepping closer to you in his crouched position, arms extended to shield you behind him with his eyes locked on the insect.
"i don't wanna go near it, raf, i'm scared!" you tell him, hands gripping onto his arm.
when he looks into your eyes, he knows that you're seeking protection. even though he's scared too, he can't- no, he won't let you down. so, he tells you, "okay, grab me a frying pan from under the counter."
"what if it comes over here??" you worry.
"i'm not gonna let that happen- please just get me the frying pan!" the purple-haired artist assures.
so, you nod and very slowly bend over the counter to open the cabinet beneath. you carefully take out the frying pan and sit up straight, then hand it to rafayel. your boyfriend nods and pulls you close to him, glaring down this bug like it is his greatest enemy, "alright, listen here, intruder, you better get out of here before i send you back where you came from!"
silence overtakes the room, and tension hikes rafayel's shoulders up. "i mean it! you better get the hell outta here!" he scolds the bug.
a few more seconds of silence before the bug starts to scatter, causing the pair of you to scream and move closer into one another's embrace. your boyfriend moves back to throw the frying pan at it, a loud crashing noise emitting from the floor as it kisses metal. you couldn't tell where it had gone, pressing your hands over your ears hard to block the noise. your artist lover has his arms around you, as if he's protecting you from the noise, and you both wait until quiet falls on the scene to look around.
"do you think it's gone?" you ask him worriedly.
"only one way to find out," he replies as he peaks over the counter to look for your little friend.
when he finds nothing, he slides off of the counter and slowly steps towards the frying pan. he lifts it by the very edge of the handle, and finds your nemesis underneath, dead. he lets out a big sigh of relief, and turns to meet your gaze. "i got it. it's okay, you can come down now."
"toss it out, make it go away, rafa, please!" you beg, still consumed by fear.
seeing your distress, the artist's voice comes soft as he adheres to your pleads, "okay, okay, love, i'm gonna make it go away."
once the body is disposed, rafayel moves to you with open arms. "it's gone, cutie, it's okay now."
your arms slide into his as he helps you off of the counter, and as you dust yourself off, he asks, "are you alright?"
you nod to his concerns, then wrap your arms around him. "thank you, rafa."
a smile graces his beautiful face as you grace him with your gratitude for his bravery, and he returns the gesture quickly. "of course, cutie. no bug is gonna get the best of me! i'll always be here to protect you, don't you worry about that."

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the last thing that's going to scare sylus is something that he could crush between his fingers. he is very desensitized to things that would disturb the average person, so no bug could bother him. however, learning about your fear relatively early on into his relationship with you made him more cautious around bugs. he knows the ones that frighten you most, and always comes when you call him to dispose of the creature that dares to discomfort his love.
you were getting ready to head to bed for the night, and awaiting your call from sylus so that you could fall asleep on the phone with him. sadly, you had to work tomorrow, so you couldn't go see him. you walk into the kitchen to turn off the lights when you see the little devil. instantly, you bolt to your bedroom, and text sylus that he needs to come over now.
when he received your message, your urgency made him believe that something terrible had happened. maybe your heart problems were acting up and you were in the hospital, or maybe someone from his line of work is trying to get ahold you. no matter the case, he is dashing to his bike to come to your rescue; he is not a man who prays, but right now, he is silently praying for your safety.
luckily, you hadn't locked your door for the night, so sylus didn't have to break it down upon arrival. he bursts through, eyes frantically searching for you. "kitten??" he yells.
hearing the door come open, you knew exactly who it was. "sylus!!" you yell back, rising from your bed and rushing over to him.
a small sense of calm runs through sylus' blood when he takes a breath, seeing you here and unharmed comforting him in ways he desperately needed. he firmly holds you by your elbows as you start to ramble nonsense, grounding you with a squeeze to your skin. "kitten, what's wrong?"
"a bug!! there's a bug, sylus, and i can't- please get it, i don't wanna go over there-" you beg him, then he slowly pulls you into his arms.
of all things that could have made his heart jump today, your bug fear was not on the expected list. usually, when you call him to take care of a bug, you give him some sort of sign that that's what's happening. this time around, you only told him to come over. thousands of possibilities rolled around in his head like the winning bingo number running around in its metal cage, but he's glad that all of his worst-case scenarios can be put to rest now.
the man chuckles and shakes his head, releasing your elbows and bringing one hand to your face to caress it. "i'll take care of it, sweetie. you go back to the bedroom, and i'll tell you when it's safe to come out, okay?"
you nod, then say, "thank you, sylus."
"anytime, sweetheart. now, go on," he waves you away with a smile, and you walk back to your room.
after he deals with the insect, sylus enters your bedroom and asks, "so, you really scared the daylights out of me for a bug, huh?"
you look up at him worriedly. only now do you realize what could have been going through his mind when he saw your text, and guilt gnaws on your bones like you're its last meal. "oh, sylus, i'm so sorry. i didn't mean to worry you, i just got really scared-"
another chuckle leaves him as he approaches you, taking a seat by your side on the bed and wrapping an arm around your shoulders to bring you to his side. "it's okay, dear. it isn't your fault. people do silly things when they're scared."
the white-haired love of yours notices the crease in your brow and pout on your lip, and cannot help but chuckle again. he squishes your cheeks and tilts your face up so your eyes meet. "i mean it. it's alright. how about i stay with you tonight? in case any more.."friends" decide to pay you a visit."
"but what about wor-"
"my work doesn't matter to me right now," sylus interrupts, "you are more important than any work i've ever done. now, let's finish getting ready for bed, then put on your comfort show to listen to while you fall asleep. how's that sound?"
all you can do is nod, and he brings your forehead to his lips to place a tender kiss to the skin. "good. now let's go."
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daisy themed dividers part two:
please like and credit if you use, reblogs are appreciated! thank you! 💕
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Did you receive a request that's headcanons for Lads men asked Non-MC Reader for love advice which you gave thinking it's for MC but it's actually to confess to you. Thanks!
hello! i did receive this. <3
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Can I check with you if you received a request? Only if you don't mind of course! Thanks!
hi there!! yes, you can check in with me to see if i have received a request! please just specify which request you're talking about, and don't expect an answer. <3
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How many characters can we request for smaus or headcanons? Would you do the same prompt with different characters? Can we request characters from different fandoms in a request? Are there any topics you won't do like rape, suicide, etc? Can we check with you if you received our requests?
Can we request these characters from these fandoms?
Genshin Impact : Kaeya, Zhongli, Ayato
Honkai Star Rail : Jing Yuan, Welt, and Dan Heng
Castlevania : Issac, Hector, Trevor, and Alucard
Castlevania Nocturne: Olrox
Hazbin Hotel : Sir Pentious, Husk, and Alastor
Helluva Boss : Fizzarolli, Ozzie, poly Fizzarolli x Ozzie, and Stolas
Arcane : Viktor, Jayce, poly JayVik, Vander, Silco, Loris, Steb, and Ekko
Marvel Cinematic Universe: Kurt Wagner, Remy Lebeau, Wade Wilson, and Logan Howlett
Thank you in advance!
hello friend! i'm going to do my best to answer all of your questions.
you can request 4 characters for smaus and headcanons at a time. i would do the same prompt for different characters, but if you want to request characters from different fandoms, they will have to be in separate asks. topics i won't write can be found here. you are more than free to check in to see if i have received a request, but please specify which request you're talking about and do not expect an answer.
the only characters that i wouldn't be willing to write out of the list that you gave me is dan heng, polyamorous fizzy x ozzie, kurt wagner, remy lebeau, wade wilson and logan howlett. i'm willing to try out pretty much everyone else!
if you have any more questions, don't hesitate to send more asks or dm me! thank you for your interest!
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please send me love and deepspace headcanon requests. my brain is consumed by these silly guys and i need to feed the urges
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hello all! i know it's been awhile since i've given an update about my richter fanfic, and i'm sorry to inform you that i'm tucking it into the archives for now. i don't really have the motivation for any of the richter/castlevania-related requests in my inbox right now. i won't be making any more updates until i'm finally able to get a fanfic/headcanon post out again. i send you all of my love and appreciation <3
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their only wish.


featuring: adrian fahrenheit ţepeş / alucard x ioana ţepeş (oc).
summary: after three excruciating years, alucard returns home to his spouse. now laying beneath the stars, ioana could think of no better way to spend their night
warnings: minors and ageless blog dni regardless of content. | wc: 484 | ao3
tags: fluff | mild hurt/comfort | domestic fluff | stargazing | established marriage
a/n: i have a roleplay with the very lovely @zoldyckify, and i was way too proud of this not to share it. setting is post season 2. to learn more about ioana, visit her toyhouse or characterhub profile! if you have any questions, please ask them!! i'd love to yap about my oc :3

Gloved hands wrapped around hers have never felt so right. What is most comforting about his affection, above their warmth and tenderness, is the fact that these hands are his. No longer shall Ioana's mind weave of false truth, for this moment is no dream nor hallucination. They can feel him, he's here. Adrian is home.
Before she could give a response, Adrian changes the subject and leans in for a kiss. Ioana's eyes flutter closed as he draws near, their lips pressing to his, knowing that this is one of many things that they were made for. Sadly, it doesn't last long, for the dhampir moves away, only to speak again. To hear this voice, and see his face for eternity is a fate that Ioana would gladly damn herself to.
Romantic poetry spills from the man like it's the purpose of his creation. Their beauty akin to a star, he says, before suggesting that the two make a wish. The smile dancing across Ioana's lips couldn't fade even if she wanted it to, and her red eyes sparkle like jewels with adoration. Perhaps it's silly to wish upon stars at over three-hundred years old, but Ioana has always believed in something greater than themself. And Adrian is proof of that. She agrees, nodding, "I'd like that."
Turning their head to the stars, Ioana closes their eyes and thinks of a wish to make. How could she want for anything when her husband sits by her side? At the thought, it's all too easy to think of something to wish for.
I wish for us to rest peacefully together for a long time.
A moment of silence passes, then the dhampir's eyes come open, and their head turns to their husband. Something, however, disturbs her admiration of God's greatest art piece. A shuffling in the grass, and when Ioana catches sight of the cause, a giggle sings from their voice. "Come here, little one," She says.
The shuffling grows closer and closer to the couple, a small streak of grass making way for it. Out of the green and into Ioana's hands is a white bunny. They giggle as they lift it closer to their chest and admire the animal, eyes turning to their husband to explain, "While you were away, I befriended a rabbit who lives closeby in the forest. She had babies not long after I met her, and I would come to her burrow to check on everyone. Make sure they weren't hurt or sick. Her babies have bonded to me."
The dhampir's eyes move back to the bunny in her hands, tilting her head closer to it to try to identify who she holds. Upon finding the result, they introduce the furry friend to Adrian, "This is Winter."
"What are you doing out here, love?" Ioana asks Winter, as if she could answer. "You should be with your mama."

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lads men send you flowers ♡ 2
featuring: zayne & rafayel x gn!reader. (separate)
warnings: minors and ageless blogs dni regardless of content.
tags: smau | fluff | established relationship | pet names | physical affection mentions
part 1 | dc: @thecutestgrotto
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