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[napforalifetime]

The Care You Deserve

Sylus x gn!reader

Fluff. Just all the fluff. Mixed with patching up minor injuries. I wanna pamper and love this man. And so do you.

~1300 Words

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You did it once again. Your heart still pounding and breath rigid. You look over to see him. 

He stands tall, next to the ashes of the last wanderer dissipating.

The next stage of the hunters is cleared. You walk over, putting your guns away. You raise both your arms in the air. 

“Well done.”

A loud clap resounds in the arena as your hands meet in the celebratory high five. But before he can pull his hands completely away you hold on to them and pull them closer.

“Just like I thought… this just won’t do.”

Your thumbs trace over his bruised and slightly cracked knuckles.

“You know, I’ll never understand why you purposefully decide to throw hands with wanderers instead of using a weapon. I know you have plenty.”

You really did know. He had proudly dragged you along into plenty of his multiple armories across Linkon, the N109 Zone and even a few in other cities. He is stacked.

“Sweetie, you do know this is just a workout for me.”

Turning away from him towards the exit, you gesturing for him to follow.

“Ya ya I know, adrenaline junkie or whatever. You’re coming home with me.”

Even if you didn't see him, you could perfectly picture his smirk as he hums and follows after you.

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The door closes behind the two of you and you’re ridding of the heavy combat boots as well as coat and weaponry. Sylus simply slides his jacket and shoes off. As soon as your gear is off you’re already moving towards the bathroom to get the med kit.

“Go sit down on the couch, I’ll be with you in a second!”

“So bossy”, he chuckles in reply. But even if he is teasing right now you know he’ll be sitting by the time you come back.

With a warm and wet towel, disinfectant and some salve equipped, you plop down next to him. You lift my hands palms up in between you two.

“Hand.”

He puts his hand in yours.

“Does this count as an instance of caring?”

Oh he’s so smug now, isn’t he. Show a little bit of care and it’ll go over his head. You look at his eyes and he’s already looking at yours. His beautiful gem eyes are so soft and affectionate. Only for you.

You stare deeper into him.

“Yes. What else would it be?”

As close as you are you clearly see his eyebrows and eyes raise a little. Then blink and now smile. Maybe his ears are even turning the tiniest bit of red. You were able to catch him off guard with honesty instead of the usual banter. Take that sucker! Unable to hold the grin back on your own face you start to softly dab around the open skin with the warm towel removing any traces of dirt and blood.

“hm…”

His hands are so big. They hold so much power and brutality yet are so gentle with you. They are so soft even through the callouses. They are proof of his hard work and dangerous life. 

As you finish up with the towel you still hold his hand up with one hand. The other reaches for the disinfectant.

“This may hurt.”

Although the simple sting from disinfectant may be nothing in comparison to all the pain his body has been through. You patched him up enough times to be a personal witness to that.

He just lets out a hum in approval. You continue to dab it everywhere as softly as you can, treating his hands with all the care you have. Those hands that have experienced violence, a fight for survival, that have likely never experienced what it feels like to be cared for.

Next was the salve. You spread it out in small taps and then continued to massage it in with feather light touches. Even if he can stand the pain, even if he can use his evol to regenerate and heal faster, you still wanted to take whatever burden off of what you could. This way at least the healing will go a little easier. You saw him fight with you and use his evol a lot, so he must have been either tired out to heal or saw those, admittedly simple, abrasions not worthy enough to use the extra energy.

“You don’t need to be so cautious. I won’t break.”

A beat. You look up.

“I know.”

And as if his words didn’t have meaning your gaze travels down to the now treated hand. Your mouth follows and with the lightest touch your lips graze his knuckles. His breath slightly hitches. First the middle one, then the index, ring and pinky. To round it all up you hold his hand with both of yours and caress the back of it with both your thumbs.

“And?”

Unknowingly you made his heart skip a beat and fasten. Meanwhile you just stare at him with defiance, spite and maybe a challenge. Why should you not be cautious with someone precious even if they wouldn’t break either way. Actions speak louder than words. And you wanted to scream at him how much he meant to you. Scream how much you admired him, somehow able to keep his caring heart intact through all the shadows of cruelty he had to walk. Scream what he means to you and engrain it in his skin so he could never forget. You give his hand a slight squeeze and lower it before grabbing the other one.

Sylus, the leader of Onychinus, the man who escaped Tartarus, a survivor of uncounted battles, didn’t know exactly how to handle this. Undone by this gentle, tender love and care. 

Now that you got his other hand you repeat the treatment. Soft dabs of the towel to remove dirt and blood.

So soft. As if he could break with a wrong touch. This touch however reaches beyond the physical and moves his person, his soul. A touch, so intoxicating that he could drown in it with no regrets.

He doesn’t even feel the sting of the disinfectant. He’s too absorbed in your eyes, even if they weren’t looking back at him. He was just admiring them and how they looked at him. 

Eyes are the windows to the soul and he just needed to see you. Have you close. Before he may have been okay if you didn’t want him in your life but by now he’s far past the point of no return.

The last step before your hands would part; the salve and the softest most gentle massage. He felt a tingle following your fingers. He wanted more. Needed more. He didn’t want to part this connection between the two of you yet, even if the treatment finished.

Everyone else had always seen him as a monster. Perhaps a challenge to overcome. For others he was a threat. They always looked at him with greed for power and money. He gave them what they deserved. In other words at times that included taking what they didn’t. Greed led them to strike deals they couldn’t fathom to the full extent. There was always contempt and fear in eyes that looked at him. He had always been different, austracised. 

But this? He would not let go. He would never tolerate losing any of it.

As your care finishes and your hands almost slip away he holds on to your fingers himself.

“Don’t think you’re getting away from me.”

The mischief in his voice and eyes give future plans away.

“After all, I need to repay your kindness.”

And with this, it is now his turn to caress your fingers with his kiss.

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Putting your mark in his life

Sylus x creative!reader

Artist Reader drabble/headcannon

(Idk, this is the first time I write something so no clue as what it classifies.)

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After meeting with Sylus in one of his houses when it rained his words were stuck in your mind. “Claim me and my territory. From now on, how will you leave your mark in any place. It’s your call.” Taking the game blocks and scattering them among his place was impulsive. But now you kept wondering how you could leave a mark in his spaces. A message that you were there. That it was permanent. That he wasn’t just going to vanish from a place, or worse, from you. That you were undeniably a part of his life.

Sylus mentioned before that plants don’t grow in the N109 zone, and even that the plants you got him didn’t produce oxygen while he was awake. So what if there was an easier to take care of alternative? It started simple by crafting flowers. Paper maché, molding plastic spoons, origami, crochet, anything you could think of or got inspired by the internet. You left them scattered wherever you fought could use a little life. The island in his kitchen, on one of the shelves in his gym next to the weights, on his bedside table, in his office, in the cupboard of his bathroom, the garage, nowhere was safe.

The first time he found one he was confused where it came from. You hadn’t said anything. You simply did. Just like how you crept into his life and sprouted roots that grew deeper into every aspect in silence. He was fast to know that no one but his daring partner in crime would do such a thing. It left him with a smile on his face knowing you took him seriously and leaving bits of yourself close to him. A tingle that spread through his body starting with his heart. You were there. You were going to stay. What he didn’t do was move it. While he was tempted to collect them and make a big bouquet out of them, displaying it where he spent most of his time, he knew there was purpose behind the scattering and he would not dare remove your claim on him.

You had marked his territory. Next was marking him.

With time flowers and other small knick knack wasn’t enough anymore. You remembered the small pouch you made him back in the grassland. You were still mildly upset that he took your chance to give it to him, since he just took it, refusing to give it back. Back then Tarna had shown you how to embroider a small crow on it. This gave you an idea. You could steal some of his high end clothes and embroider small things on them. Preferably cat related. Like a signature. You started with small paw prints close to the cuffs of his shirts and went on to full cats and sometimes feathers, crows, or red flowers on his sweaters and other tops. You were always there. Close to him.

Sylus noticed immediately when he had put on a piece marked by you. He was used to his clothes, custom design and fabrics just right for him. So when the strings underneath brushed his skin he knew. He was so touched and looked at it tenderly, softly brushing the pattern with his fingers. It left him exstatic, giddy even. You wanted him. You claimed him. From then on he ‘accidentally’ left a shirt or jacket at your place. Silently supporting your endeavour on styling his entire closet. He adored every single design. Whenever he was on business of his own and missed you he’d touch the embroidered cat paw and imagined it was your hand holding it, grounding him. He could not wait to get back to you. As an addition, everyone who saw him would know he was taken, entirely, heart, mind and soul, smitten, yearning for someone.

Your little projects only extended further.

Ever since that one joyride with Blackrose Archfiend you got into graffiti. It was the first time you had done some and the comment of one of the other bikers struck with you. A childish scribble to amuse his partner. It fanned your flames and you got really into it, thinking of different designs for the rest of Sylus’ collection of bikes and training different techniques. Designs inspired by his red energy that formed in lightning at times, more smokey at others, cats, kitty cards even, and any other dates that were ingrained in your memory were soon to range throughout his garage. Everytime he went out with his bikes now there was no doubt you’d be all that was on his mind. 

He paraded his clothes and bikes with pride. He adored you and everything you did. No matter how homemade or professional it looked with time. It was yours. He was yours.

The only times he would refuse to take a precious customised bike was when he went on missions, knowing those vehicles would likely break. He refused to risk destroying your work which you had spent so much effort and time on. He adored them. He adored that they meant he was on your mind while thinking of what to put on them, making little sketches, and while spraying them. He was greedy and wanted to occupy even more of your mind.

You had become part of everyday, everyhour and everysecond of his life. Everywhere he looked was a part of you. You had brought color and light into his life, which used to be shrouded in darkness. And you leaving your mark willingly on every bit of his life meant so much more to him than you would ever understand.