#Sylus lnds

[voidsylus]

sylus love is so deep he was ready to let us go

rewatching LAR (many times bc that branch is the best) and seeing how near the end once we get our missing aether core, the camera deadpans to sylus face and just look at him

by now we (the viewers not as mc at the time of this setting) know he’s looking at the deepspace tunnel because that was how we became separated as we ran away together from the hunger games

but at this moment, sylus knew his actions scared away the only person who never looked at him like a monster. so he helped us but just look his painful expression. it tells us he has come to a decision ready to walk away, never to step back into our life and essentially give into fate because sylus was terrified that he lost us forever

you can see how conflicting it is for sylus because all he’s ever wanted was to defy fate and live happily with the love of his life but how can he when we forgot about him. he’s always willing to let go if that will make us happy as we can see painfully from razors dance

does that mean he’ll stop loving us? no. it means he’s content to see us happy or fall in love with someone else even if it’s not him. his love is so selfless and pure as mentioned in razors grip

but that all changed when this happened

notice the orange color is literally the same as our evol. we saw the look on sylus face and our soul immediately became worried about losing him again and set a linkage. subconsciously we didn’t want to let go of him

sylus sighed because just as he was ready to set us free, he knew that isn’t what we wanted. there will always be a part of us that wants to hold onto him, thus making him snap out of it and change his approach

that linkage changed the trajectory of our (for now round 3) relationship and i thank it every time because now we are blossoming and basically a married couple

[fayfaygoes]

Would you look at that Title~

Officially a kitty now

Meow

(sylus affinity 105)

[hoe-in-deepspace]

They're out here making it sound like we made a sex tape 😂😭

[quitesins]

Dragon Sylus inspired mehndi I did around his bday!

[astras-ender]

finally catching up on the main story and it just reminded me why i couldn't stand main story sylus's ass 😭😭

your city being ghetto as fuck, im calling you to come me pick up and you're playing video games with your sons?!?!?

and then i pull up to your crib trying to get your attention bc i've just seen the purge in live time and this DICKHEAD IS PLAYING VIDEO GAMES WITH HIS SONS?!?!?

[mephist00o]

“How does someone like you end up in a place like this?”

FOREVER INTERTWINED

also available on ao3!

desc: After Captain Jenna assigns you on a mission to capture a rouge hunter, you find yourself enamored with someone who you were supposed to just have one dance with. Something about him draws you in, and you're itching to find out more.

pairing: sylus x MC!reader

word count: 2.8k

tags: black!reader (don't like it? don't read it :0), tension, ballroom scene, fantasy and regal elements to the setting

a/n: I got this idea from listening to a orchestra version of once upon a december and the phantom of the opera soundtrack (specifically point of no return), this is basically my alternate lads au where sylus and mc meet under different circumstances, will have more chapters 🙏, ao3 has more tags on it! somewhat proofread.

The light timbre of your heels hit the marble floor as you make your way to the gala’s location. You stop at the main entrance and above you is a giant chandelier hanging overhead, along with the renaissance inspired paintings. The whole vibe of the event hall felt very royal almost. The smell of dark oak and cologne penetrated your nostrils. The event hall's eerie paintings did make you feel strange, to say the least.

The faint rumble of chatter draws you away from the enchanting scenery as you quickly remember the situation you're in.

Captain Jenna sent you here to capture a rogue hunter from Linkon. He's been on the run selling illegal info on the hunters, as well as other classified information on the association. He's been slipping under the Hunters Association's noses for years and they were fed up. Luckily, they found a promising lead a few days ago. It’s said he’s usually spotted in huge semi-illegal auction spaces. Which is how you found yourself ending up at the N109 zone's infamous gala.

 Not just any gala though, the highest ranked gala of the season. Hosted by Onichinous themselves, every year on the eve of spring, a masquerade ball is held. The highest ranked crime lords and shady guests from all over the N109 zone attend. It’s basically a huge hub for rich people to mingle and indulge in borderline illegal activities, trades, and auctions.

Why Captain Jenna thought you should do this mission solo is anyone's guess. Not that you don't think you're not capable, it's just completely out of your comfort zone. It's your first time ever attending any type of high society ball. Vicariously experiencing them through grandma’s stories is as far as you’ve gotten. And as far as you're concerned, it's not really your thing.

It's just your luck that your first one happens to be in one of the sketchiest places, in addition to being hosted by the King of the N109 zone, and the leader of Onichinus, Sylus.

You've only ever heard rumors about him. How he has his eyes everywhere, his ruthless assassinations, a silent tyrant. Tara gave you a very frantic rundown a few days before the mission, and just hearing the description of him is haunting. No one knows what he looks like, which is surprising as much as it is concerning. All you know is the last thing you need is to run into him.

At the very least, the mission itself isn't too difficult, just the thought of having to act like some high society makes your skin scrawl. What's worse is that every year the theme is regency inspired. Tara, upon hearing this fact, was very excited in helping you dress up despite the intensity of the mission itself.

She pinned a feathered hair pin she saved for special occasions into your low hair puff. The edges (by yours truly) crown your face and create a gorgeous depth. Tara’s always said darker makeup looks suit you, so in an effort to look like you're from the N109 zone, she took extra time perfecting the look. Followed by the black swan-esque mask you chose, It illuminated your eyes in a captivating way that perfectly complimented your features. By the end of your makeup you felt a little goofy. Regardless of the dramatics of Tara's method's, you look the part.

Black gloved hands fidget near the back of your leg as you properly secure your gun holster in place. You smooth the lace resting at your hips down, your sweetheart neckline rising and falling as you ground yourself. Once you make it to the actual ballroom, you reach the doors and tug the handle open. Footsteps echo throughout the arena as people's conversations halt.

All eyes are on you.

Faces of dealers, corrupt politicians, and other people of the likes follow your movements with intense curiosity. Despite the uncomfortableness of the situation, you can't cause suspicion. To distract yourself, you start mentally mapping out the plan again:

1) Locate the target.

2) Immobilize and detain the target.

3) Get him out of the N109 zone without alerting anyone.

Traversing through the crowd felt exhausting, and that's putting it lightly. Anywhere you turn there's at least 3 bodies on either side of you at all times. Along with the group of musicians constantly playing music from the regal era, It created an over stimulating environment. It didn't help that so many people kept trying to strike up conversations with you. You needed someplace to think. 

Luckily, you managed to escape the crowd, but made no progress on finding your target. You are desperate to find someplace to sit when your eyes dart to the nearest corner table. You sigh in relief and make your way over to the table.

A butler with a plate of champagne comes in your direction and you take the complimentary drink. Mid-sip your eyes lock on a tall man in between a group of people. The man was placed perfectly in the center of your vision, the guests surrounding him making an almost perfect walkway towards him. His suit was all white and his back was facing you. Even then, you could still feel his intense energy penetrating the air. You don't fail to notice that striking white hair he has.

You were enchanted.

Lost in your thoughts, a small group walks in front of you breaking your trance. And in the blink of an eye, he’s gone. As soon as he disappears you realize you were holding your breath. Reluctantly, you slowly start sending oxygen back into your brain. After a moment of re-composing yourself, you circle back on your mission. Eventually, deciding that the best way to go about this is to just mingle and see if anyone mentions anything substantial related to the target. What harm could that do?

…

Six men with the brain cells of a rat, a quartet of women who reeked of whiskey, and still no sign of the target. No one seemed to know anything and your patience was nearing its limit. It was getting increasingly harder to keep up the snobby rich act—it feels like you're getting nowhere. Defeated, you end up making your way towards an auction center and you happen to meet a woman. She was in her late 20's, and she didn't seem as tone deaf and money hungry as the other guests were. After chatting for a bit, she mentions seeing a man who offered a large bid on an aether core a few minutes prior to your arrival, fitting the exact description of your target.

Microphone static interrupts the conversation as two voices come through the feed. Looking up, you see two men in what looks to be crow masks. you note that their movements mimicked the movements of twin siamese cats. They start off with an announcement, the man on the left speaking first.

“Thank you everyone for joining Onichinous at the annual gala!”

A loud roar erupts from the crowd and the man on the right continues.

“We would like to invite everyone to the ballroom floor for a dance. We ask that you remain anonymous with your dance partner,” the man adds, clasping his hands together, “as to comply with Onichinous’s event guidelines.”

The two men finish with thanking some partnering organizations and the crowd nods along followed by another round of applause. In an instant, people are linking up with other guests and rush their way to the dance floor. You leave the women you were speaking to and rested your back against the wall. You figured since you got a great lead, this is the perfect time to observe the dance and look for your target.

Lost in your thoughts, you suddenly get interrupted—a cavernous voice to the left of you completely takes you by surprise. Startled, you jump and turn around.

Your eyes scan the white haired man in front of you. His insanely tall stature matches the man you saw earlier in the night. Now that he’s up close, it's impossible not to notice his ivory mask, the same shade as his hair, perfectly contrasting the piercing crimson eyes on his face. His tail coat, equally as white, has hand embroidered flowers strategically placed everywhere. You glance down and don't fail to notice the diamonds speckled around his sleeve cuffs. Just one look at him completely captivates you—everything about him gives an air of poise and elegance.

His eyes lingered on you a little too long, as did yours on him. For a moment you're both lost in each other's eyes, you couldn't look away even if you tried. It felt like hours passed between you too. Coming back to your senses, you snapped out of whatever weird trance you were in. The mysterious man raises his fist and lightly coughs before speaking.

 “Excuse me for startling you. I just saw you across the dance floor and I had to ask you to accompany me for a dance.”

His words were sharp and to the point. His voice was oddly mesmerizing and kept you wanting more. You wouldn't call it infatuation, but more of an intrigue. You were hesitant for a moment until the man hastily cut you off before you were able to get a word out.

“I know this is rather abrupt, and you don't even know who I am, but just one dance is all I'm asking for,” he takes his palm out towards you, “just one dance.”

You peer into his eyes and see no hints of deception, instead you see ambition mixed with hints of desire. The way his voice sounded when he asked you again for one dance sent chills down your spine. He patiently waits for your response. You verbally accept and slowly extend your hand out and the man. He smiles and you can't help but flash a small one back.

 As you two make your way to the dance floor, he takes the lead and you follow swiftly. You both lean down and curtsey as do the others partnered up. His left hand gently grabs your waist. It’s as if you're a fragile vase he doesn't want to break. His right hand slides into yours, fingers interlocking with one another. Finally, the orchestra begins their rendition of La Maritza.

You two glide across the dance floor in synchronized motion. The distinction between your black and white color schemes made you two stand out amongst the crowd. You both moved in perfect harmony to the melodramatic dance. You can't help but wonder what makes you two fit so uncannily well.

“So, tell me. How does someone like you end up in a place like this?”

His words come out of nowhere and catch you completely off guard. Does he know I'm a hunter? You internally scream at yourself. Your heart beats out of your chest.

“What an odd question.” your jaw clenches slightly.

He tilts his head to the side, like a stray cat begging to be coddled,

 “What's so odd about it? I’m just saying,” he twirls you around his hand, “someone as beautiful as you isn’t seen a lot around here.” A smirk compliments his face.

Your cheeks flush slightly. As flattered as you were, it all seemed too abnormal. It felt like your brain was trying to piece together a puzzle whenever you peered into his eyes. Who is this stranger, and why does he feel so familiar?

Regardless, you still raise your guard up. You're still on the job, after all.

“You talk to all your dance partners like this? If so, you clearly-”

“You clearly can’t take a compliment. C'mon, don't you trust me?”

The dance you two choreographed started attracting the eyes of guests. Both your eyes were glued to one another like one else in the room existed. You shoot the white haired man a frustrated look. He seems thoroughly amused by your response, or lack thereof.

“Oh, looks like I hit a nerve.”

He leans down, your faces mere inches from each other.

“My apologies, miss hunter.”

Your breath hitches.

Both your eyes fixed on each other, yours filled with distress, his filled with delight. Before you can even say anything, he once again cuts you off,

“Don’t act so surprised. If it makes you feel better, me and that lady you talked to earlier seemed to be the only ones aware.”

That lady, you should’ve known. You scoff and turn away from his gaze. The mission is already fully gone downhill, so you completely remove the filter. Might as well.

“Let me guess you’re both working for the traitor? Makes sense seeing how much you seem to be enjoying getting a rise out of me.” You sneer.

“Oh god, no. I’m simply just an observant guest, unlike you.” He teases.

 “And for the record,” he whispers into your ear, “I thoroughly enjoy seeing you flustered.”

Now you were mad. Who does this guy think he is?

You both continue to dance as your grips get increasingly tighter around each other. Anybody with 10 feet of both you would be able to see the laser beams you're shooting at him. The song increasingly is getting a bit fast each time. Your feet move in tandem with his despite the circumstances. But unbeknownst to him, you had something up your sleeve.

He leans down slightly closer, brightly smiling. He thinks he outwitted you. You lightly chuckle and smile right back at him. He slowly drops the grin and looks at you confused.

“No, it's just, as someone who's clearly not the most observant, I'm surprised someone as calculated as you couldn't see past a mere party trick.”

 He didn't realize that as you two were talking, you secretly tied his hands with makeshift cuffs you brought with you. You secure the tempered cuffs in place while he sends an spiteful, but still impressed glare your way. The song reaches its climax, the sway of both your hips halt as the whole world stops with you both. Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe the thrill. But nevertheless, it all felt so right, even though nothing about this was sane. He was infuriating, aggravating even. Yet your soul was still calling out to him.

Then, in a shocking turn of events, he slowly gazes up at you and cockily smiles. What could he be planning now?

“Hm, I wouldn't celebrate too soon, y'know.”

“And why is that…?” you wearily glance.

“What? You thought you were the only one with party tricks?”

He gazes down at you, cuffs still on his wrist. He glances behind your left side.

“In three, two…”

Right before he finishes, a pillar to the left of you collapses, causing a domino effect to the other pillars around. You and the man get flung into the only stable wall as chaos unfolds. Hundreds of guests flee to their now dented (which more people seemed to be distraught at THAT fact than a building nearly collapsing on them) limousines. Out of everything that could've possibly gone wrong on this mission, this by far exceeds your expectations.

Before you can process anything that just happened, the two twins who gave the speech near the beginning of the ball appear to the now, uncuffed, man's side. They frantically check his body for wounds. The man on right speaks first,

“Boss! Are you alright? We didn't expect the explosion to be this big…” His face tenses slightly.

“By the way boss, I'm surprised you, out of all people, got handcuffed!” You glance down and he is indeed uncuffed.

His shock is translated to the man next to him resembling him. Said man on the left, seemingly more composed than the other says,

“That doesn't matter now, Luke! Let's just get boss out of here.”

The man, named Luke, nods and gets ready to take the man in front of you with them. As they turn their backs, the white haired man looks back at you. That stupid smirk still attached to his face.

“This was fun. You’re not what I expected.”

He seemed weirdly sincere. He barely needs to raise his head and peers over your shoulder. 

“Oh, and I hope this is fine for you to bring back.”

 Red mist surrounds the trio. They're gone.

You look over your shoulder to find not only the woman from earlier who was working with the target to attack you tied up, but also the actual target hogtied, whimpering, and bruised. Your jaw drops at the sight before you.

You technically finished your mission, but at what cost? Your brain was still trying to understand what just happened, but nothing was making sense. Who were those identical twins, and why did they know that explosion was gonna happen, and that man with white hair. How did he uncuff himself? Why were they calling him boss? Why did he even help me out?

 Could he be…?

...

[amaraee]

He got a scratch from a kitten.

[oncasette]

biting the lads men

sylus, zayne, rafayel, xavier, & caleb x gn!reader

how each of the love and deepspace men react to an s/o that bites them as a way of showing their love.

content: affectionate biting (non-sexual)

sylus loves when you bite him. the first time you did it, he hadn't even batted an eye. simply smiled and moved his bicep closer for you to chomp down to your heart's content.

you tend to use your teeth when you're forced to sit quietly beside him, likely when he's doing something related to onichynus or a business deal he needs to finish up before he gives you his undivided attention for the night. you'll sit either in his lap, curled up in his shoulder, or just next to him under his arm. he doesn't mind if you ramble, but you know better than to expect him to answer all of your hypotheticals while he's focusing.

instead, when you've had your fill of talking to mostly yourself, you'll lower your head against his shoulder and bite down. you don't latch on very hard, but it's enough for sylus to know you're using your teeth.

"am i boring you, kitten?" he asks, setting his pen down in favor of cradling the back of your head. you dislodge yourself at the sensation, allowing him to pull your face up to look at him. he's got that knowing smirk on his face, his other hand tightly wrapped around your hips to keep you from falling as he shifts you to straddle his thighs.

“no,” you hum, tilting your head to nip at his wrist. he laughs, the sound vibrating through your body.

“no? just being… frisky?” a hand slides up under the bottom hem of your shirt to rest on the small of your back. you nod, biting a bit harder when you reach the base of his palm. he hisses.

“are you almost done with your work, sy?” you whisper. you gently kiss the indents your teeth had left.

“i’m all yours, sweetie.”

zayne doesn't really comment on it. after the first few incidents, and the round of questions that had followed, he knows you don't mean any harm by it. rather, he knows it's a way for you to express yourself to him when words seem to elude you.

it always seems to happen when zayne’s already settled down for the evening. unlike when you’re trying to lure him away from his work—when you use lingering touches and gentle kisses to pull his attention toward you—zayne always seems to find you biting him when he’s already got his sights set on you.

the two of you will be spread out on the couch, you sat between his thighs with your back to his chest and his arms around your shoulders, when your teeth latch into his forearm. he doesn’t move, doesn’t shift, just smiles softly with a kiss to your temple as he continues to watch the move you’d put on.

“react,” you huff, biting a bit harder near the junction of his elbow.

“what would you like for me to say, darling?” he says, the ghost of a laugh seeping out of him. you shrug, snuggling back further into him with your lips pressed against his bicep.

“i’m bored,” you huff.

“i can tell,” he says softly. his hand slides down your arm to intertwine your fingers together, bringing the pair up to his mouth to kiss the back of your hand. “would you like to do something else?”

“no,” you say, shaking your head. your tongue peeks out to swipe across a recently bitten patch of skin. you always tended to bite him more when there was more skin at your disposal, he’d noticed, leading him to wear short sleeves around the house.

“alright, then,” he says. he settles back down into the cushions and tightens his hold on you. when you latch down on his arm again, all he says is, “i love you, too, darling.”

rafayel pretends to hate it. he'll get all whiny and pouty each time you do it, threatening to kick you out of his studio for abusing him, but he secretly revels in it. he gets this pretty pink flush on his cheeks whenever your teeth make contact with his skin, despite whatever nonsense spews from his lips.

“hey! meanie,” he huffs, yanking his arm out of reach from your mouth. he cradles it to his chest, running his thumb gently over the barely-there indent your teeth had made in his skin. it’s the most offended you’d seen him. almost.

you continue to do it, though, a lot gentler, until one day his protestations actually manage to break through to you.

he fully rolled away from you, turning so that his back was facing you. when you attempted to warm up to him again, placing your face into the crook of his neck and sliding your hands around his waist, he swatted at your fingers until you pulled away. you could hear him pouting, the dramatic sighs and whines.

after that, and after you’d made it up to him the following morning with plenty of kisses, you stopped biting him. rafayel had assumed it was only for the day, making only a comment or two about how he was “bite mark free” for the first time, but when you withheld your teeth from him for a week and a half, he started to get whiny again.

at first, it’d been silent gestures. holding his arm close to your face when you cuddled, making sure you were angled toward his shoulder when you watched something.

then, “why don’t you bite me anymore?”

“you don’t like it,” you say, turning your head slightly to look at him. he’s sitting on the couch beside you, a sketch pad laid open over his lap. it’d stayed blank for the last thirty minutes.

“i never said that,” he says.

“yes, you did,” you laugh. “you called me a meanie and didn’t talk to me for a day.”

“are you sure about that? i probably just called you cutie like i always do and then got… laryngitis or something,” he huffs, his bottom lip protruding out. he drops the sketch pad onto the coffee table before he scoots closer to you. “will you just bite me again, cutie?”

“you want me to?”

if he had any reservations before—which he didn’t— the way your face lit up at the idea was enough to erase them completely. he nods, holding his hand up to your lips, allowing you to nibble as you pleased.

xavier is confused by it, but lets you do as you please. his brows will knit together and he’ll stare at you with those big eyes he always gives you, but he never protests or gives you any indication that he wants you to stop.

the first time you did it, he thought it was an accident. he flinched slightly, but didn’t make a comment besides that. once it started becoming a regular thing, he began to have more and more questions about your motivations.

“starlight?” he asks softly, not moving save for the slightest tilt of his head. your teeth are still latched into his shoulder. you hum in reply, nipping your way across his shoulder and down to his arm. “did i do something?”

“no? why do you ask?”

“you’re biting me,” he replies.

“yeah? i always do that,” you hum, mixing in a couple kisses with your bites before you pull back. you shift so that you’re facing him more. “do you want me to stop?”

he grabs your wrist when you start to pull further away. “no. you can keep doing it.”

“yeah?” you ask, immediately leaning in to bite down on his cheek. his face scrunches, a soft pink hue dusting over the skin beneath your lips.

he's not entirely sure of why you bite, but you never bite down enough to hurt him, and you always seem so happy after you've done it, so who is he to prevent you from latching down every once in a while?

caleb bites you back. he takes it as a challenge. you always bit him when you were kids when you were angry, or, god forbid, he was holding you down for any reason. if he was tickling you, or tackling you, your first instinct was to sink your teeth into the closest body part you could find. he went to school one day with a huge mark on his ankle once, and you never heard the end of it.

now, when you do it, he's prepared. it's almost as if he goads you into it, knowing he'll be able to do it back.

he'll wander around your apartment with a sleeveless shirt on, practically lording his arms in your face, and you have no choice but to chomp down on his bicep.

the moment you sneak behind him, your arms linking around his hips, he's on guard. he knows all your tactics. despite the otherwise gentle touches, he knows the minute your lips wander anywhere close to his arms, he's going to be feeling more than your lips.

he says your name in warning moments before it occurs. within a second of you latching down, he's spinning you in his grasp and attacking your skin with nips and bites of his own. he starts at your neck before traveling down to your shoulder and biting down with the same intensity you'd used on him.

"caleb!" you squeal, pushing his face away despite the stream of giggles leaving your lips.

"what?" he asks, softening his movments. "i'm just giving you a taste of your own medicine."

"only i'm allowed to bite," you counter.

"is that so?" he asks, lifting his head up to look you in the eye again. you nod as he leans forward to rest his forehead against yours. within a second, though, he's sliding back down to bite down at your shoulder. "i don't think so, pipsqueak."

[sweetsylus]

NERD!SYLUS MY BELOVED :(

art credit: @/yvilonion on twt!! please go support them!

[xinnn6]

the micro-expressions are CRAZY in this scene..

when we pinned him down and asked whether he destroyed the gold coin, his eyes narrowed as if he was hurt by how we don’t trust him.. 😭 the silence and low gasp as if he couldn’t believe that we wouldn't trust him after all we've went through together…

There are other ways to enter the arena. I can guarantee that. I'm being honest. You know that.

the CN dub for the bold part is roughly:

答应的事我会做到。我从来不拿信用开玩笑。你知道的。

if i were to directly translate and interpret it:

i'll do the things i've promised. i never take credibility lightly. you know that.

but for "我从来不拿信用开玩笑", i.e., "i never take credibility lightly", it can also be interpretated as somewhat "i never take promises lightly"... it's almost as if he's reassuring MC / us–that he'll do anything for us 💔 oH MY GOD JUST STAB ME ALREADY

-> JUST NOTE: IM NOT A TRANSLATOR NOR DO I HAVE EXPERIENCE WITH STUDYING NUANCES FOR CHINESE LANGUAGE... but as a Chinese speaker, this is how i will interpret his words 🤓

[jinwoosbabyboo]

𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛

LADS Men and a cramp simulator. This is how I imagine they would handle it.

A/N: I’ve gotten many requests for a cramp simulator so this is for those who wanna torture their man hehe

𝚉𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎

[Before]

Of course he is berating you with questions. Where did you get this? why do you want him to do this? Will this have long lasting effects?

Believes you when you say your cramps are bad so he’s having a hard time understanding why you want to cause him immense pain

Agrees anyway because he will always do whatever you want him to do

[During]

This would be one of the rare moments you see Zayne break his calm cool and collected composure

“Are you sure you’re not having a heart attack every month?” He’s leaning on any surface he can find long after you’ve taken the simulator off of him

I imagine he has a high pain tolerance, but this was too much “You can turn it off now” you turn it up. “My love please turn it off” red in the face sweating and hands are shaking

[After]

You gave him your heating pad to help with the lingering pain “I was unaware of what you were dealing with every month”

Prepare to be pampered every time you get your period now; he's stocking up all your feminine products, tea, heating pads, painkillers, and your favorite foods and snacks

Monitors your heart closely during the week because he's worried you might have a heart attack

Brings up the option of medical grade painkillers, but immediately changes his mind because he doesn’t want you getting addicted

“Next time you start you period just take the week off” insists you stay home and let him take care of you, bringing you tea and rubbing your stomach

𝚁𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚕

[Before]

Overconfident to start — he can sense when you’re not feeling well, but can’t sense your cramp pain he just knows you’re not okay

Believes you when you say your cramps are bad, but "there’s no way they’re that bad" he has a high pain tolerance so “this will be a piece of cake turn it up”

[During]

Trying to hide the grimace on his face when he feels the first ‘cramp’ “Keep going?” “Yea this is nothing” he’s already sweating

Screaming, whining, crying and damn near throwing up “I’m dying there’s no way im not dying I see the light” “You’re not dying” “YES I AM”

“This is what you go through? No wonder you’re so mean” “I was being nice this is what I actually feel” you turn it up and he throws himself on the floor “I’M SORRY I’M SORRY TURN IT OFF PLEASE” gasping for air as he rolls around

[After]

Leaves you little snacks and gifts outside the door whenever you get your period now

Has never asked “Is it really that bad?” again because he knows the answer now; gets pains just thinking about it

Had to go lay down and take a nap after you took the simulator off of him.

Stocks up on heating pads and rubs your stomach and back religiously now

𝚇𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚛

[Before]

Isn’t nervous, but also isn't excited “I’m ready”

Is only doing this because you promised him hotpot afterwards

“You’re no stranger to pain” “Im not a masochist” “Debatable”

[During]

The pain was so bad that it pissed him off “This is complete bullshit” “I’m not interested in continuing this turn it off please”

When you turn it up so show him what you actually experience he’s kneeling at your feet begging you to turn it off “My Star please I understand please end this”

Accidentally grips whatever is near him so hard he breaks it

sweating, red in the face with tears in his eyes

[After]

Nurse Xavier now

Whenever you get your period he’s making you lay down and take it easy all week.

Is helping you in and out of bed

Leaves either a tampon or fresh underwear with a pad already lined in it on the counter for you when you get out of the shower

Loves these weeks now because he can nap with you as much as he wants

Carries you everywhere “Xav I promise I can walk” “With cramps as horrendous as those? You really are superwoman”

𝚂𝚢𝚕𝚞𝚜

[Before]

Nonchalant as always has almost a bored expression

“I still feel pain Princess, but I'll indulge you”

You tell him to sit down, but he opts to stand

"You shot and stabbed me before I can handle this" "I scratched you" "You stabbed me clear through the chest" "What?" "What."

[During]

Panting and red in the face does his best to try and handle the pain

Breathing heavily and doubled over leaning against the nearest surface he can find

“Okay okay thats enough” brought him to knees once again “I thought you could handle pain?” “That does not mean I enjoy it”

Has to sit down for a while completely still like a statue after that

[After]

Already pampered you during your periods, but he’s upped it now

Literally tracks your cycle and makes sure he’s always nearby incase it comes early

Wants you to stay with him the entire time “I need to go to work Sylus” “No you don’t you need to rest”

Makes a nesting bed for you and is at your beckoned call

Where's Caleb? Right here.

[misshuntereevee]

The Winner Takes it All, part 1.

( part 2 is out now. )

Synopsis: You look like the MC, and you actually remember bits and pieces of the myth (not all.) But MC finally shows up, with no memory, and Sylus can’t help but be drawn in. What will happen?

Note: I haven’t written anything in like a month so go easy on me 😅 I also am not beta-read, I just need Sylus simping and begging for forgiveness…

—

Two years ago. The little reminder flits across the screen.

But nonetheless, you sit in your shared apartment -- alone with a glass of wine. No missed calls, no texts.

You weren’t sure when it started. Probably the first time he saw her. She looked just like you. You — just like her. You didn’t think anything would shake how Sylus saw you. His princess. But she obviously did. He found himself torn -- were you his sorceress? Or was this woman?

When you do finally get a message from Sylus, it’s enough to make your heart drop. “I’ll be home late. Don’t wait up.”

No mention of the anniversary. Being sneaky, you decide to tap and see where he is. Linkon? Another few tabs and you see the feed of a sidewalk -- with him and Miss Hunter chatting. Your eyes close, your fingers rubbing the bridge of your nose. You feel your hands tighten around the stem of your wine glass until it shatters. You didn’t even feel the glass dig into your skin -- just the blood trickling down your wrist.

She’s wearing your smile. The smile that you give him. And he’s looking at her like she’s you. And as your doppelganger, she’s probably close.

As you treat your wound, you can’t help it. Tears overflow as blood washes out into the porcelain sink.

You’d promised yourself after how your father treated your mother that you’d never let yourself feel this way. Unloved. Don’t get you wrong -- if it had been this once, you probably wouldn’t have cared. But the fact of the matter -- this is the third time. You’d been keeping count.

So you call.

Once. No answer.

Twice. No answer.

By the third unanswered call, your hands tremble. The broken wine glass sits untouched beside you, the clock ticking in mockery. You stare at the phone screen, willing his name to appear, but nothing. Just silence. The kind that suffocates. The kind that makes decisions for you.

“If I’m not your little bird, then fine,” you say, grinding your teeth. You make one more call, this time to your best friend. She answers on the second ring and it’s not long before you’ve made your decision -- you’re leaving.

* * *

He’d call you as soon as he dropped her off.

He promised himself that. And while Sylus had a great memory, he suddenly had a nagging feeling that he was forgetting something. But he ignores the phone in his pocket as he listens to the woman next to him. Miss Hunter.

He can’t lie and say he doesn’t feel the attraction. But what happened? Why was she here if you were too? And which one was his princess? Which one was the one he was bonded to? He’d never had this linkage bond with you -- no, that only happened with this hunter. That…looked exactly like you.

The phone is ringing again, and Miss Hunter tilts her head. “Aren’t you going to answer that? Might be one of your henchmen.” She teases.

So he glances -- seeing your name, his fingers hover over the screen before pushing decline. “It’s not important right now.” And he shoots the simple text: Don’t wait up.

Walking her upstairs, Miss Hunter turns to face him. “Well, thanks for the ride… maybe you aren’t the monster everyone says you are.”

His lips stretch up in a smile. The words make him feel warm -- the way that for the longest time only you could do. “Careful, kitten. I might think you're softening up on me.”

“Never,” is all Miss Hunter says, before disappearing into her apartment.

He’s almost on his motorcycle when he gets another call. He answers it without looking, convinced it’s you again. “Hello, my little bird,” his voice says softly. The familiarity is settling in now that he knows he can talk to you -- something absent with Miss Hunter. In a way, he can recognize that Miss Hunter will never be able to give him that. But he has to know why she’s here. Why does she exist when you’re right there?

But it’s not your voice that replies. “Oh -- no, it’s Luke, boss. I thought you and the Missus were out on your anniversary date. I was calling --”

Sylus’ grip on his handlebars tightens. “What?” he nearly growls. The blood in his veins turns ice-cold. His knuckles go white, the rich and expensive leather groaning under the pressure. His breath catches in his throat, heart slamming against his ribs. He forgot. Fuck, he forgot. The realization crashes into him like a freight train, knocking the air from his lungs.

“Oh, I just saw the date on your calendar --”

“I’ll call you back,” he snarls.

Sylus knows as soon as he gets past the second ring that you aren’t going to pick up the phone. You never let it ring longer than that. But just in case, he waits until you let it go to voicemail. And then he calls again. And again. If he was a normal man, he’d be a little embarrassed to call so much -- but he wasn’t normal and he didn’t care.

By the tenth call, he’s gripping the device tightly. “'Pick up. Please, my little bird. Pick up.” The call goes to voicemail. Again. His chest tightens. He feels it now—the absence of you. And for the first time, he's truly afraid.

And for a moment, he wondered if he’d panic this much if it was Miss Hunter who was upset. Would he be upset if she was mad at him? Finally, he leaves a message: “Little bird, call me please. You know we need to talk about this.”

You’ll call him back with that. He was almost certain. But as he got closer and closer to your shared apartment, it became clear that you weren’t going to call. And all it did was give him time to think. And he came to the conclusion that you had every right to be pissed.

But he had no idea how pissed you were until he unlocked your shared front door -- and it’s all gone.

Not the furniture, no. But your favorite cardigan by the door? Gone. Your mail slot? Your name was ripped off, and only Sylus’ remained. The further he got into the apartment, the more he noticed was gone. Your brush, your blankets. Each missing item was a knife in his heart.

“Little bird?” He called out, holding onto a shred of hope before noticing a note on the bed. His red eyes narrow, stepping softly toward it.

And the words are enough to make him ball the note into a crumbled mess, and throw it against the wall with a snarling yell:

Sylus,

I don’t know how to write this. But as the weeks have passed since you met my doppelganger, I’ve realized there’s really nothing I can do to compete with myself. I thought our history was enough -- but I guess I can’t win against fate. My only wish is you would have let me know before I dug my claws in.

Like you’d know, my dragon, it hurts to pull them back out. And it hurts even more to see the open wound I left -- I am not sure if it will stop bleeding out.

Take care of yourself,

Your Little Bird

Y/N

The words you wrote echo in your voice in his head. He could see the teardrop stains marking the paper. Little scratch marks -- like you hesitated. And he’s hit with the feeling -- maybe if he’d just answered sooner, he could have stopped this.

And -- how stupid could he have been to pay so little attention that he missed your anniversary? And how stupid was he for still feeling conflicted about Miss Hunter?

But the strongest feeling was this: he needed to see you again. The possibility of not seeing you again… that was enough to make him never visit Linkon again.

* * *

It’s been two weeks since you left. You weren’t from the N109 Zone and you weren’t from Linkon -- so he’d crossed that off his list. But you weren’t in your hometown either. Sylus rode his motorcycle through your old stomping grounds -- and it brought him some comfort to be here. In your home -- since you’d fled the one you’d shared together.

His phone rings -- Miss Hunter.

And surprisingly -- he doesn’t answer.

Because a better notification comes up from Luke and Kieran.

“Hey, Boss! We’ve got sightings of Madam over in Brighton,” they say, happy to give him some sort of good news. Because the last few weeks -- Sylus has been downright vicious in his hunt to find you. To tell you sorry.

“Brighton? Interesting. Send me the coordinates,” he says. The location is a cafe. It’s filled with books, magazines-- all your favorites. That part made sense. There’s slight relief in his thoughts. Knowing where you were was better than not knowing. If you were in Brighton, then you were probably safe. Alive. And not under Ever’s thumb somewhere.

You’re safe. That’s what matters. That’s what he keeps telling himself as he watches you laugh at a cashier’s statement —like nothing is wrong, like the past two years meant nothing. You’re alive. You’re fine.

But the longer he looks -- it’s enough to make him murderous.

It’s the cashier you’re speaking with. You’re laughing…you’re happy. ayou hadn’t smiled like that at him since Miss Hunter arrived… Realistically, anyone could say it was innocent, but now --

He should be the one making you laugh. He should be the one paying too. Jealousy doesn’t come easy to Sylus -- but right now -- he’s understanding how you felt the last few weeks with Miss Hunter. But unlike you -- he thinks to himself as he puts the kickstand on his bike down -- he’s not afraid to step in.

If you thought two years would disappear like that -- you’re wrong. And he’ll prove it. (He has to.)

Please like/reblog for part 2! I am not sure how much I love this or not yet, so let me know if you do. Comments are appreciated but not required. 🫶🏻

[beneathashadytree]

THE MORNING AFTER - TEXTING THE LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MEN

Warnings : mentions and references to the first time having sex together, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluffff <33

Additional notes : These men would be absolute SAPS the morning after, you guys can’t convince me otherwise. They’re just made to love wholly💗 To anyone else reading this, my requests are still closed!! These are just old requests I had in my inbox🫶🏽

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[kimcheesiee]

made some lads valentine's day cards 🥰

[muqingslover]

This question is related to the last ask you posted, but what do you think the lads men most unexpected/unconventional turn-on would be?

Your depiction of Zayne got me thinking, what is that shy man gonna do if mc finds his "weak" spot lol. Cuz yeah, obviously he'd be turned on about his beloved sending him risky pictures BUT the moment mc realises one of his unexpected turn ons that maybe he himself wasn't even aware of? Oh lawd.

[ this one had me thinking for days oh my goodness! Just a heads up, I got carried away with some of these...very carried away.....shhh. ]

Your lips.

Alright, alright, i know it sounds confusing but stick with me here.

I've thrown some of my takes on his kinks around but I didn't want to repeat myself so I spent some time stewing over this.

Eventually I landed on the idea that Zayne would be very particular about sharing anything that touched your lips, especially before an official relationship.

Drinking from the same straw, sharing the same spoon, tasting something you already bit into it— It's an instant way of getting his poor mind to go into overdrive.

He is a very proper and respectful man. He doesn't like to have indecent thoughts about you, but the idea that his lips touched something yours did as well make him all tingly and shy.

Massages.

He loooooves the feeling of your weight pressing down on his hips when you straddle him, though that's not even the tip of the iceberg as to why he is so into this.

Your hands are truly magical when it comes to getting rid of the few knots on his body and the further he relaxes, the further Xavier begins to grow more aware of you.

The comforting weight is slowly causing him to grind against the mattress under him each time you shifted on top of him and the way your hands make their way down his bare spine has him biting the pillow sheets.

Not to mention that the minute your fingernails scratch his scalp in an otherwise affectionate gesture he nearly cums in his pants.

His ears and neck feel so hot he decides to bury his face in the pillow to keep you from noticing.

He would either flip the tables on you at some point or (try to) go to sleep in hope everything would be fine once he wakes up again.

Gentleness.

That's right. You heard me. This man will crumble at your feet every time you care for him like he's a pretty princess.

I'm not necessarily talking about grand gestures. Simple and natural ones are the most effective. The type that you wouldn't even notice you are doing it.

Slow caresses on his shoulder or hands, checking to see if he's alright while cradling his face, patiently explaining something to him, wiping his face if there was something on it, running your fingers through his hair... ECT.

He has a distinct memory of you being so worried about him when he scrapped his hand during his daily troubles— It was no different than a paper cut to him, but the blood made it seem worse than it actually was and that caused you to immediately fuss.

He watched with such genuine adoration as you tended to his wounds; Your furrowed eyebrows as you focused, the soft concern in your voice when you asked if the disinfectant stung and how could Sylus not pretend that it hurt? Just a little bit. Just enough to hear more of your encouragement that it was almost done and he was doing well.

Trust me, it will lead to him kissing you without warning, seemingly out of nowhere, once it's done and prepare yourself for the best night ever.

(I cut this short like four times and still ended up being long....oh well.)

Helping him with his clothes.

Each time you fix his crooked, poorly tied necktie (which he absolutely hates to wear) or straighten up his collar for him Rafayel is fighting back demons.

This also applies to you helping him actually dress up (or undress) and picking out his outfits without him having to ask.

The sight of you standing in front of him, hands swiftly buttoning up his shirt, has him weak in the knees. It makes him feel as you're truly his partner. That this is the married life the two of you deserved to have eons ago.

Speaking of undressing, this naughty fish will absolutely tease you about unbuckling his belt.

He would take a seat on a nearby chair with a dramatic sigh before he asked for you to help him with his clothes because he was oh so very tired to do it himself.

He leans back against the chair as if it was his own personal throne, knees slack as he spread comfortably and tilts his head to the side to rest it on his hand.

"I have an early morning tomorrow, you know. Won't you finish helping me so we can head to bed?" It sounds innocent enough, rather playful even, but the expression on his face is anything but. Just look at the volume on his pants, he ain't fooling anybody.

Hearing his own name + Whispering.

Last but most definitely not least, everyone's favorite boy.

It doesn't matter what's happening the second you say his name his full attention is on you. It's like a very well trained dog.

He can tell what you're feeling, sometimes even thinking, based on the way you call him alone. It comes with the years of experience of being your best friend.

It however also comes with the perpetual problem that his body reacts so well to your voice that it ends up being a little *too* well.

You may be in the middle of an argument yet the moment you say his name Caleb would be fighting back a boner. upcoming fic sneakpeek—i mean what

Another odd turn on of his is when you whisper something in his ear.

It doesn't really matter what you're saying. The sound of your voice so close to him and the way he can feel your warm breath tickling his skin is enough to have this man crossing his legs and praying his bulge is subtle.

You can imagine the nightmare this was during teen years when the two of you would sneak around grandma's house.

[stressed-cryptid]

Unjust Tears

Sylus x Pregnant Fem!Reader

Nothing rains on your mental parade like a bad day. So bad in fact that it brings you to tears. Good thing husband is there to save the day!

Labels: fluff, cursing, attempt at non-consensual touching, allusion to vomit, vague description of kidnapping, implied torture/murder

Wc: 2.2k

Whoever said pregnancy was a beautiful thing was a dirty liar. At least that's how it seemed after such a long and taxing day. It started in the morning, when you had to ask twin troublemakers, Luke and Kieran, for help with putting on your shoes. At almost eight months pregnant, needing help with getting your shoes on wasn't anything new, but usually Sylus was the one to help you with that. He, however, had to leave for an early meeting with some dealer who thought he was too great to wait for the King of the N109 Zone, so he wasn't there to assist you. You loved the boys, but having them help you with this felt just a tad embarrassing; even if they didn't mind.

The second difficult experience of the day came when you tried to eat breakfast. Your private chef had prepared something that you were normally okay with, but today? It might as well have been prison slop. You turned the plate away before it was even set down in front of you, on smell alone. It was pungent and made your stomach turn. So what did you have instead? A peanut butter and jelly sandwich. With pickle slices and a side of orange juice. You were only able to eat about half of it before you noticed the chef give you a barely-there-but-still-visible side eye, and suddenly the sandwich was very unappealing. You excused yourself, citing that you felt full with only half the sandwich (another recurrent problem you had but that wasn't true at the moment) and went about your day while trying to shake off the shame.

You planned on going shopping for more baby clothes, despite already having plenty. After all, it never hurt to have a few extra clothes for your little one. Actually it was probably a good idea, since there was no telling just how many times you'd end up have to change the baby into some clean clothes. It was here that you met the next inconvenience on the list: the elevators in the base weren't working. They were having regular maintenance done, and it wouldn't be done until a couple hours later. The only one that was still currently running was the elevator that went strictly between the penthouse and the second highest floor of the base.

It was frustrating, but you were undeterred, refusing to back down from this metaphorical beast. So, brilliantly, you decided you'd try going down the stairs. It started well, really. You were taking them slow since you couldn't quite see past your bump, and Luke and Kieran were right on your heels to catch you in case you stumbled. After only a few flights though, you were winded and your feet were starting to hurt. Sylus may have bought you the best maternity shoes money could buy, but they weren't magic. You had to pop in on the closest floor to take a seat and rest. It was meant to only be a short break before you began your descent again, but your body decided it was nap time. So you fell asleep in a chair in the middle of the base, with the twins watching over you. By the time you woke up, the elevators were running again, but you couldn't stop beating yourself up over having fallen asleep like that.

So many inconveniences, and it was just barely about to be midday. What bad luck that the rest of the day followed in a similar pattern...

You were dead set on going to Linkon to look for baby clothes, wanting to see the sun and just generally some daylight instead of the N109 Zone's usual gloom. The ride there wasn't normally too long, but traffic on the freeway into the city was a nightmare. It took so long that you nearly peed yourself in the car. While you were perusing the many outfit options in the baby section, a random old lady came up to you and tried to touch your belly. You naturally smacked her away because, hello? You don't know her? She had the audacity to act shocked, and then everyone around you looked at you like YOU were crazy!? You didn't stick around for much longer after that.

You were hungry so you went to a nearby café for a snack to tide you over while you decided on what to buy for lunch. A stranger, for whatever reason, assumed you must've been there for coffee and got in your face about it. You screamed back at them before the boys - who had accompanied you - could do anything. It left everyone stunned as you stormed out, but the interaction ruined your appetite for the next hour.

Eventually, you managed to choose somewhere to eat, though mostly for the twins' sake. You didn't want them to be hungry just because you weren't. Luckily, your appetite came back just in time, and you were able to enjoy lunch for a while. Sylus also found some time to text you back in the middle of you eating, so that was a plus. This was the only good part of your day so far. And it stayed that way. He told you business was holding him up, so he didn't know when he'd be back home. It felt like a punch to the gut, and instantly brought your mood back down, leaving you unable to finish your meal. After lunch, the three of you decided to get dessert at your favorite ice-cream shop, but unfortunately it was out of your favorite flavor. You settled for your second favorite, but it wasn't nearly as good.

On the walk back to the car, someone bumped into you and nearly knocked you over. Luke caught you, thankfully, as Kieran called to the guy, but all you got back was a "Fuck off, Bitch!" During the drive back, some idiot who must've gotten their license by the blessings of an Etsy witch for ten gold nearly ran you off the road. On top of that, the ride was made almost twenty minutes longer because a gang war started on a main road and you had to take a detour.

By the time you got back to the base, your last nerve was worked about as thin as one ply toilet paper. The straw that broke the camels back however, came at dinner. The chef had prepared something delicious, you were devouring it, and it even seem like you were going to finish your food. That was until your baby - beloved parasite you couldn't wait to meet - decided it was time to practice their kickboxing with your ribs. In an instant, you felt full and couldn't eat anymore. Actually, it felt like what you managed to eat was going to be sent back up. You rushed to the nearest bathroom and knelt by the toilet for the next fifteen minutes until your baby calmed down. Your appetite didn't come back though, so your half-eaten dinner was discarded.

You laid down in bed, trying to relax, but could stop yourself from going over every little thing that happened today. Even now, you couldn't free yourself from whatever curse afflicted you. No matter what way you turned, you were unable to get fully comfortable in bed, your legs were sore from all the walking you did today, and your stomach felt empty and full at the same time. So as you turned the entire day over in your mind, again and again, you couldn't stop the stinging in you eyes.

Any other day, you would've gotten over it. Any other day, you would've stopped thinking about it hours ago. Any other day, the frustration would've fizzled out by now. But today? Today you didn't have Sylus by your side. You didn't have him to defend you from judgmental chefs or touchy old ladies. You didn't have him to carry down the stairs or drive you around. You didn't have him to avenge you against inconsiderate, self-absorbed assholes. You didn't even have him to hold you and tell you it was okay. So today, aided by the shackles of pregnancy hormones, the weight of the day came in the form of tears. Dripping down the side of your face and into your pillow.

You were so consumed by your emotions that you never noticed you husband coming in.

"Well this simply won't do." The words put a sudden halt to your sniffles and quiet sobs. You almost thought you had imagined them until Sylus came around to your side of the bed, kneeling in front of you and taking your hand. "Why are you crying, Sweetie? Who upset my gorgeous wife?"

You starting crying again, quite a bit louder this time. "Sylus, I had the worst day ever today!" You managed to say through sobs.

"Is that so? What happened?" His hand came up to stroke your hair, wiping away what tears he could.

After a few sniffles and gasps, you were able to speak. "First-!" You told him everything. Every little detail, from start to finish. The shoes, the chef, the oldest lady, the rude guy; all of it. And Sylus listened. So carefully, like you were telling him the secrets of the universe. He nodded and hummed along, and he didn't interrupt. He let you go on for as long as you wanted about it all. When you were done, he leaned forward and planted a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead.

"It seems the feisty kitten in front of me truly had the worst of days. Come here." Sylus got up from the floor and sat on the bed, turning to face you then helping you sit up as well. Then he hugged you. One hand on the back of your head, the other on your back rubbing up and down. You stayed like this, in silence, for several minutes before he spoke. "Do you remember what they looked like? The people who bothered you in Linkon?"

You sniffled and answered a simple, "Sylus, no." And that's all it took for him to back down from the idea.

"Alright, I won't go after a bunch of strangers, but I am firing the chef. I don't care how unusual the dish is, their job is to make you whatever you want and that's it. Any judgment is to be kept inside and off of their face. I'll have them replaced soon enough, but in the meantime, I'll stay home and make all of your meals. How's that?"

You nodded, hugging him tighter, or at least as tight as your belly allowed. "Sounds good."

"Luke and Kieran told me you haven't had a full meal all day. Is there anything you're craving right now?"

You think for a moment. After having a good cry, and having your husband by your side again, you think you might be able to stomach something. Like Sylus said, you haven't finished a single meal today, so you are pretty hungry. After some contemplation, you land on, "Strawberry yogurt and fries."

"Does it matter where the fries are from?" Like a good husband, he doesn't question the combo. The only questions he asks are the important ones.

"Do you not know where my favorite fries are from?" Hormones strike as visceral rage fills you at the thought that he doesn't know you inside and out.

"Of course I know, Sweetie. Just wanted to make sure you didn't want fries from somewhere else. I'll be back shortly." Sylus walks with a purpose out of your shared bedroom, making sure to fire the chef on his way out. The moment Luke and Kieran hear that, they pounce. Sylus already knew the gist of how your day went; the boys reported it to him the moment he walked through the door. He instructed them to wait for his say-so to take care of that disrespectful pest. He wanted to hear the true severity of the damage their critique caused from you first. He was never going to just fire the chef, but now he's certain they'll never see the light of day again. How unfortunate. Oh well.

True to his word, he comes back quickly. Your craving hasn't changed and he is safe from your wrath and your tears. As you eat, he massages your legs for you, the both of you relaxing as you watch a movie in your home theater. He's changed into a black sweater and white pants, and barely pays attention to what's on the screen. All his focus goes to you, and it makes you wonder what kind of day he's had. Did he have a bad day, too? Was it just as bad as yours? Maybe it was worse. Yet he doesn't say a word about it...

"Sylus, aren't you tired? You spent all day taking care of business, and now you're spending the rest of the night taking care of me. Don't you want to relax instead?"

His response is quick. Decisive. "I am relaxing. And no, I'm not tired. Even if I was, I'd never be too tired to take care of you."

Warmth blooms in your chest, spreading to the tips of your fingers and toes. It's moments like these that you know you married the right man, and you know he'll be a great father, too. You had a bad day today. Definitely one of the worse ones, for sure. But tonight, you'll sleep feeling lighter, at peace, because you know you have your husband to lift you up. After all, he thought your sadness was the greatest injustice in the universe.

You know you'll always be okay because Sylus has your back, and that's never going to change.

A/n: This is my first time writing in years and my first time writing for Sylus so sorry if he's ooc and seems like it was written by a raccoon with greasy hands and eyebags to mars

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