syluvies

[syluvies]

that moment when your fave cups your cheeks, looking into your eyes for a few seconds with a soft smile adorning their lips, just a little, taking in how cute you look before pressing their lips against yours.

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drabble from so long ago I plan on expanding someday ‹3

imagine boothill taking his daughter to kindergarten. he didn’t care he had to travel for hours on an old truck or perhaps a horse to get her to town, his little girl deserved to have a proper education.

and her happy giggles are more than enough for him to grin widely and make their way through the dry landscape.

it comes as a surprise that the teacher is a cute foreigner, one that makes his mouth dry and cheeks blush slightly under the curious look of his daughter since boothill stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of you.

and you’re so nice, so kind, approaching him with a smile and a couple of kids following you like ducklings, it makes his heart race, specially when you talk so sweetly to his daughter.

would you even want to date him? he’s aware he might not be as educated as you, that his manner of speech and dirt covered clothes might scare you away. but if you’re willing, he’d be so honored to take you out.

[syluvies]

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 — ‘ preparing a birthday surprise for Sylus without him knowing turned harder than expected ’

“do you seriously expect me to believe you are working today?” the amusement in Sylus voice could be caught miles away, the soft and rich chuckle followed just adding onto the situation where you had to bite your bottom lip so as not to laugh.

in return you huff, keeping the phone between your shoulder and cheek, “I’m telling the truth” trying to keep your voice as steady as possible as you carried a box in your hands, “I had told you there was a strange influx of wanderers we needed to investigate”

“... I suppose you did..., can’t I take you to work? my bike is right outside”

the way he tried, under any circumstances at least see you for a little warmed your heart, and crushed you at the same time as you had to reject him, why are surprises so hard?

“I’m already there, sorry” you drag the last word, the box in your hands now resting on the nearby table, allowing you to pick the phone on a hand and use the free one to instruct Luke and Kieran where to hang the large “Happy Birthday” paper banner you bought a week ago, right above the couch so it would be the first thing Sylus sees.

there is a moment of silence, and although it pained you to lie to him, especially on his birthday, you hoped he would like the surprise, “i will send Mephisto” he instead says a bit later.

even though he is not looking you still raise a brow, “send Mephisto where?”

“to your apartment”

“I told you I am at work”

“I don’t care, sweetie” there was that tone again, the one concealing a grin, “unless you are hiding something and don’t want Mephisto to see”

“tsk, of course not, do whatever you want” you sound nonchalant, mentally remembering where you hid some of those colored paper bags Mephisto loved and stole from you last time, that will be enough to distract him, “I have to admit it’s strange you told me, usually you just send him to—” suddenly a loud pop echoes behind you where the twins stay frozen as if you won’t see them standing with their hands on their back hiding a confeti popper and the whole floor covered in colored paper pieces, “talk to you later, Sylus!”

“wait—” and the line goes silent.

it’s as silent as his home, strange, by this time the twins would have been making ruckus outside with one of the many board games you introduced them to, but suspiciously they weren’t around.

Sylus was not stupid, neither were you good at keeping secrets, but something, an awful feeling at the bottom of his belly grew, truly you could not have forgotten his birthday, right?

that could not be, he trusted you, but also knew you were a little distracted due to the busy season at the hunters association. and he loved you enough to not let the fact that you probably forgot his birthday bother him in the slightest, but he did miss you badly.

an hour or so later and the place was still not ready, not with you being the only one inflating the balloons while Luke and Kieran fidgeting with the party hats and trying to get them to keep their shape, not to mention Mephisto was currently held hostage, cawing weakly —almost begging to be freed from the ‘prision’ of your apartment— atop the table with one of the messed up party hats on his head.

meanwhile Sylus was restless for a different reason, it’s 6 pm and you have not texted or called him, his phone felt heavy with the need to call you at least once, perhaps grab an early dinner together, unless you’re busy with some of your friends.

he did not like that thought, so pushing it away he fetches for his phone, but as soon as he is about to dial, the twins come rushing from the front door, expressions concealed behind those masks, but as soon as they repeat the words, “boss, she’s hurt!” followed by the missing crow’s loud caw, Sylus does not ask further, rushing outside to hop on his bike and drive to your apartment.

it’s almost a record how fast he drives there, the key you gave him burning on his hand as he is quick to almost run to your floor, and once he pushes into your apartment, his expression shifts.

“surprise!” there you are, in all your stunning glory, looking like a vision in the beautifully decorated room and a board of multiple snacks and wine suited to his taste gently placed on the table, but it’s you all he sees, his heartbeat erratic and the concerned look now turning into a full grin.

“I have to confess...” he starts, taking long strides until there is no distance between you both, his arms hook under your thighs and in a second is carrying you to the couch to place you on his lap, “... for once, you got me, sweetie”

“I thought you already guessed” you say soft, having an arm around his neck.

“not completely, no, you had me fooled” a hand of his come to gently trace the shape of your cheek and jaw, looking at you like the most precious thing in the world, “but next time, don’t worry me so much, you should know my only wish, is you”

he tastes like cherries when you kiss, sweet and tender, so him, not paying attention to the sound of his phone beeping with an incoming text that said:

“happy birthday, boss-man!” attached with a tiny emoji of himself and the picture of an embarrassed Mephisto in the party hat.

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crying at the idea of an older Jing Yuan teaching you how to use a sword, he’d be so gentle but firm at the same time, and you can’t possibly get mad at him for pushing you to do your best, you know he’s he believes in you and your abilities. and whenever you manage to strike a good hit at the practice dummy, he comes behind you with a hand on your waist and a kiss on the cheek, murmuring a soft “good job”

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boothill strumming a guitar while you lay with your head on his lap and his back against a tree trunk under the sunset.

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bringing Neuvillette a warm cup of tea to his dark and barely illuminated office due to clouds covering the surface of Fontaine, rain heavily pouring outside, but its noise doesn’t hide the soft tone of your words as you ask the Chief of Justice to take a break, followed by a chaste kiss pressed on his temple before leaving the room. to your content, the clouds seem to disperse at the same time a subtle blush blooms on the man’s cheeks.

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i headcanon that zhongli loves to call you wife / husband / spouse. even if you're not married yet or don't intend to get married, he still would call you like that unconsciously, you see, although he's the lord of contracts, Zhongli doesn't necessarily needs a paper to know you're his and he is yours forever.

[syluvies]

Diluc isn't the type of man to simply fall for someone and take them to bed, but for you, he might do a few exceptions.

maybe it's the way your eyes light up when you giggle at his bad jokes, or how you seem to enjoy his company more than the drinks poured on your glass, Diluc finds himself leaning closer to you, shyly tracing invisible shapes on the counter while listening to your histories.

he might be drunk —on you— to place his hand on your lower back, guiding you through dark streets after his closing time, the question of you spending the nights with him lingers in his mind, whether it is your home or his, it doesn't matter.

gentle yet desperate, pining you against the door while his hands and lips mindlessly search for bare skin to touch, to taste, to swallow your moans while he restlessly drives his hips and pounds inside of you, and you're well aware this one night stand with the red haired man has gave you more pleasure than any other man before.

and once you're awake, thinking he might be gone by now, there's a note on your bedside table, a sweet smell coming from the kitchen and the furniture you accidentally pushed out of its place, carefully arranged back.

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