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I JUST HAD A THOUGHT:

You saw your friends had posted a picture together, they were hanging out. It’s no big deal, you told them you were busy with work and couldn’t make it. They understood that, so you thought maybe they’d wait on you? Seeing the photo they all posted together made you feel left out. Were you allowed to feel that way at such a grown age?

“I’m an adult now. I shouldn’t get upset over my friends hanging out without me…” you thought to yourself while looking at the picture of them. Even though as a child and into your teenage years, you were always left out, so maybe your heart still holds onto that feeling.

Sylus sees. He knows something’s wrong with his girl. He knows you like that back of his hand. He sees you sitting on the couch looking at your phone with a little frown and hearing the small sigh that had just left your lips. Though he knows you’ll try and tell him it’s nothing, he knows it’s not nothing. With his hands in his pockets he walks over to you sits down beside you.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” He asked looking at you gently brushing your hair out of your face and behind your ear, while looking at you.

“Hmm? Oh it’s nothing Sy…” You tell him while still looking at your phone.

Then you hear it, that rich, and rumbling chuckle you’re so use to and love so much. You look up from your phone and at him. You know he knows that you’re lying about something being wrong.

You sigh, before showing your phone to him, the picture of your friends all hanging out together. You were prepared for him to tell you that it’s childish to feel this way because in the past you’ve been told that by other companions but instead you were met with…

“I’m sorry sweetie. They should’ve waited for you. Just like when you wait for them.” He said to you looking at you with his beautiful red ruby eyes, while his hand now gently pressed against your cheek and his thumb rubbing against your cheek as a sense of comfort.

You look at him, he sees you. He knows how you feel, he’s not judging. (Not that he EVER, would.) He is here. The tears welling up in your eyes fall without realizing. Maybe because you thought you were being childish about feeling left out.

“Come here.” He said, without hesitation he pulled into his lap. You rested your head on his shoulder and he kissed your forehead before resting his head against yours.

Now here you were your legs draped across his lap while his hand rested on your thigh, thumb gently rubbing against your skin, and while his other hand was in your hair gently combing through it. Occasionally kissing your head. That’s when you felt him smiling against your head.

“I have an idea.” He said with his iconic grin.

You were at dinner dressed to the nines, Sylus sitting across from you, asking you here and there if you’re still okay. You would smile and tell him yes no need to worry anymore. But he wasn’t convinced. With a smile he paid for the meal and grabbed your hand gently before taking you to a karaoke bar. Does Sylus know he’s not the best singer in the world? Maybe that’s to be determined. But does he know that bad singing duets will make you laugh until you’re on the ground rolling? Absolutely.

The twins were up singing well you didn’t even know because you were too busy laughing your ass off at Sylus saying he’s got this on the bag as far as winning goes.

“Take out your phone.” He said to you while grinning.

“Why?” You asked him while smiling. You didn’t like having your phone out when you were having fun, in your eyes it defeated the purpose of having fun.

He only smiled. You grabbed your phone out of your purse and handed it to him. He called over the twins and he asked them to take a picture of you and him.

“Awww boss we can’t be in it?” Luke asked while clearly pouting.

“I never said that, I just wanted one of me and my kitten first.” He said while wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Sooo they can’t be in it then? Kind of contradictory there Mr. Sylus.” You said to him while grinning.

He then playfully narrowed his eyes at you making you laugh “Why you little minx…” He said while grinning before diving in and attacking your neck with kisses. You laughed putting your hand in his neck trying to get him to stop because it tickled. You didn’t even hear the sound of the camera snapping a photo.

After the picture was taken Luke handed you your phone and begged for you all to take a picture together. So, you handed your phone to Sylus, Luke was beside you giving you bunny ears, Kierran was doing a peace sign, while Sylus had his hand on your thigh grinning while you held Luke’s face squishing it while laughing.

You looked at the photos with a huge smile on your face. Before you can turn to tell Sylus thank you for tonight. His lips were already on yours. He was gently holding your face while kissing you. He then pulled away gently, “You’ll never be left out with me Sweetie. Never.” He mumbled against your lips before kissing you once more.

And you never did, never.

Continuing:

You posted the photos with the caption, “Thank you for such a wonderful night. Never a dull moment with you three.” You smiled once more before posting it. Sylus was right you were never left out with him. You always felt like you belonged.

(THIS IS SO MUCH LONGER THEN WHAT I USUALLY DO! But I loved this idea when I thought of it!)

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Carrying You 

Summary: How do they carry you?

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid

Genre: Fluff

CW: None // SFW

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Luffy: 

We all know he’s a potato sack kinda guy. When he wants to, he’ll just throw you over his shoulder and that’s that. Notorious for reaching all the way across the deck of the Sunny, wrapping his arm around your waist, and snatching you up. 

Zoro: 

Another type to just throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He’ll smack your ass every time he does, too, and tell you to stop complaining if you dare say something. He’s been known to do this in an argument. 

Sanji: 

Bridal style. Always bridal style. He sweeps you off your feet, handling you with great care, and makes sure not to jostle you around too much. He’ll carry you any time, day or night, always happy to have you in his arms. 

Ace: 

Piggyback rides all the way. He loves having you on his back because he can move at his fast pace and keep you with him. He also puts you on his shoulders to carry you around because why wouldn’t he? Very happy for you to climb him like a tree.  

Sabo: 

Always picks you up off the counter or desk or somewhere you’re sitting, grinning when you wrap your legs around his waist and cling to him like a koala bear. Definitely not above tucking you under his arm for safekeeping. 

Law: 

Not the most handsy, though he has been known to pick you up against your will when you’re overworking yourself and take you back to his cabin. How he carries you depends on how difficult you make it. If you’re nice, he’ll carry you bridal style, but if you put up a fight, over his shoulder you go.  

Kid: 

Grins when you come behind him and attempt to lift him off the ground, failing miserably due to his size, turns around and does the same to you but with far more success. He takes advantage of the size difference and manhandles you all day long. 

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the café was louder than usual. music playing, espresso machines hissing and the table of guys next to yours getting rowdier by the minute. you tried to laugh through it with your best friend. tried to ignore how their voices kept getting closer, how their comments got bolder. until one of them pulled up a chair uninvited.

“didn’t mean to eavesdrop,” he said, grinning like he absolutely had, “but i couldn’t help noticing how cute you are when you laugh.”

your smile died. “i’m not interested.”

your best friend gave him a death glare. “she has a boyfriend.”

the guy just laughed ugly. “then he must be a fool to let you out alone.”

your heart started to pound. you slipped your phone under the table, fingers flying across the screen.

sylus. elm café. group of guys won’t leave us alone. please come now. i’m scared.

his reply came within seconds.

on my way. don’t say another word to them.

but one of them leaned in again, fingers brushing the table just inches from yours. “so what’s he like, huh? bigger than me? tougher? come on, baby, don’t be shy.”

you flinched. then the café door opened. you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. the entire room seemed to feel it, like the temperature dropped ten degrees in a second.

sylus walked in with quiet and lethal calm. black coat buttoned up, expression unreadable. his gaze landed on you, and didn’t leave. he came to your side, slow and deliberate, like a storm winding up.

“you okay?” he asked you softly.

you nodded, but your hand trembled when you reached for his.

he turned to the guy still being way too close. “back up.”

the guy sneered. “who the hell are you?”

your man didn’t answer. he didn’t need to. the look in his dark eyes was a warning enough. but another one of them laughed from their table and called out,

“come on, bro, share with us. don’t be greedy.”

the entire café went still. sylus blinked once, like he hadn’t quite heard that right. you felt it first, the absolute stillness and the tensing of muscles. the kind that settles over predators right before they strike.

he leaned forward, his voice turned into velvet-wrapped steel. “she’s not yours to share. she’s not mine to share. she’s not a thing. she’s my woman. and if you ever speak to her like that again, you won’t walk out of here.”

the guy scoffed like he wanted to argue until sylus stepped forward and the entire table backed up.

“you think you’re scary or something?” the first guy muttered, weaker now.

sylus tilted his head, gaze calm but cutting. “no. i don’t think. i know.” he looked to you. “come on, angel. let’s go.”

you slipped into his side instantly, grabbing your best friend’s hand on the way out. he didn’t say another word or looked back. he kept one firm hand on the small of your back until the door shut behind you.

outside sylus called a cab for your best friend. the silence was thick and your heart was still thundering. after saying goodbye to your friend, sylus lead you to his car.

inside, his fingers were still tight around the wheel, and his jaw clenched tightly.

you reached for his hand. “i’m okay now.”

he finally looked at you, like he had to see you to believe it. his voice came low, soft but hoarse. “you should’ve never been put in that position.”

“you came,” you whispered. “that’s what matters.”

he leaned in and kissed your forehead softly. “you’re not a toy. you’re not a prize. you’re mine, but that’s not possession, angel. that’s protection. and i’ll protect you from anything. anyone.”

you smiled gently. “even idiots in coffee shops?”

he smirked, but only a little. “especially them.” then his voice dropped a little lower, laced with something darker. “if i ever hear someone speak about you like that again, i won’t just walk out.”

and for a moment, the car felt like it belonged to something dangerous, something terrifying. but completely yours.

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LADS : ‘Current Boyfriend’ Prank

ᯓ Synopsis: How would the LADS boys react to you pulling the TikTok Video ‘With my Current Boyfriend’ Prank!

ᯓ Caleb

You set up the camera at the perfect angle, making sure to get Caleb’s massive frame into the shot. You take a few steps back and give a twirl of your dress.

“Hey everyone! I’m doing a ‘OOTD’ with my current boyfriend, Caleb!”

Caleb’s goofy smirk falters, and you swear you see his eye twitch.

“Current, Pipsqueak?” He grabs your arm, pulling you back away from the camera, his hand cups your jaw ever so slightly, even as the camera continues to roll. “Nah, you better change that tone baby. What was that?”

You cheeks are squished between his forefinger and thumb.

“M-my boyfwend fowever.”

“Thats right, Pip. Good girl.”

ᯓ Rafayel

Rafayel always finds these trends annoying. He immediately knows something is up by the way you are already giggling to yourself. You set the phone on the tripod and take a few steps back.

“So today, I am going to be asking my boyfriend a series of questions about myself-“ you break off into light laughter, struggling to finish your sentence as you catch the upmost SASSIEST look from Rafayel in the corner.

“Current? Is there one after me, Cutie? Perhaps I should let them go ahead and have their turn.” His lower lip is jutting in a pout, even as you try to pull him back in to finish the video. Rafayel dramatically recites old tales of doomed lovers, and how if you were to leave him he would throw himself into the deepest edge of the sea.

You are busy the rest of the day trying to repair Rafayel’s wounded pride.

ᯓ XAVIER

Xavier is rubbing the sleep from his eyes after waking up from a nap. You had promised him a delicious smoothie, if you could record it.

You stand by the blender and prop your phone. “Hey everyone! I am here with my current boyfriend Xavier! I am go- Xavier? Wait, no-“

You are barely able to wrestle back your phone before he snatches it and throws it into the blender, his finger dancing over the ‘blend’ button.

His sharp blue eyes burn into you.

“Current? My shining star, what have I done to deserve such a mediocre attempt at a joke.”

“It’s a trend, Xavier!”

“I am going to start revoking your phone time.”

ᯓ Zayne

Zayne looks over the rim of his glasses as you prop your phone up on his desk. You sit on his knee which he gladly welcome. He gazes up at you like you out the stars in the sky.

You hit record and wrap your arms around his neck. “Hey everyone, today I’m going to ask my current boyfriend, who’s a surgeon, about what the-“

Zayne calmly reaches over and shuts off the video.

He slides his glasses off of his nose, resting the ear piece against his lips with narrowed eyes.

“I know you are far too intelligent to think that’s funny,” he grabs your chin and tilts your head to him. “Go on, apologize.”

ᯓ Sylus

Sylus is used to your antics by now. He’s currently fixing a loose piece on his bike when you extend the tripod and place your phone onto it.

He perks his head up just enough to wave to the camera.

“So today, I am going to be asking my current voting to quiz me in motorcycle facts!” He nearly busts his head under the bike from how quick he shoots up.

His hand grabs a handful of your ass and you squeak like a little mouse. “Oh Kitten, if you were so desperate for attention, you could’ve just said so~”

A few minutes later you are restarting the video, clearing your voice and trying to act like Sylus didn’t kiss you within an inch of your life.

“I’m here with Sylus, my husband.”

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[scenario/drabble] say it again

LIs react when you say their name, but not the one you usually call them by. (They love it. SO much.)

Genre: Fluff, TW: suggestiveness

(Note: HC all the LADS men are at least bilingual/trilingual for work purposes or just bc they've lived long enough)

SYLUS

The rain hits the glass panels like a scatter of beads, the curtains of dense raindrops draping over the N109 zone late at night.

Seeing that it is a slow night for Sylus, you decide to try your idea out.

His glass of whiskey pauses halfway to his lips when you pronounce "Qín Chè" with perfect inflection.

The ice cubes clink as he slowly sets it down.

"Now that," he purrs, rising from his chair with a predatory grace, "is a dangerous thing to know."

In your next breath, he appears in a cloud of black-red mist, leaning down to you with a hand in his pocket.

"Did you research me that thoroughly? Or..." His breath ghosts your ear, "have you been hiding secrets?"

When you admit to practicing, he chuckles. "Even more dangerous. Now I'll have to teach you all the ways I want to hear my name...in private."

And so you learn, saying his name like a prayer while his lips graze over your neck and his arms keep you pressed close to him. Soon, your attempts are swallowed by his hungry kisses, and lost between stuttered breaths.

The next night, he makes you do it all over again.

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XAVIER

The way back home is quiet, crowds dwindling quickly after dinner hours in the dreary weather. It's still drizzling, but you're under a covered walkway for this stretch of the walk.

There's a comfortable silence between you and Xavier, and you decide to test something out.

"Shěn Xīnghuí," you say softly, watching the light reflect in his widened eyes like stars.

"You...know." The way he says it makes you realize this isn't just about language- you've spoken a name he thought he'd never hear you say in this lifetime.

He takes both your hands, holding them delicately as he moves closer to you. "Say it again," he whispers.

You repeat his name, louder this time. The night suddenly feels sacred as the syllables hang between you.

He doesn't speak, only brushes his thumb lightly over your knuckles as he looks at you the way a stargazer would observe a meteor shower.

Then you feel the slightest squeeze on your hands.

“Let's head back quickly,” he says, moving to keep a hand on your waist on the way home. He turns to press a quick kiss to your temple. “Now that I know you can say my name this way… I won't let you stop at just saying it twice.”

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ZAYNE

When you pass by the reception desk at the cardiology ward, You wave to the nurses on your way in and greet Zayne in a sing-song voice.

It's a phrase you practiced, over and over in front of a mirror.

“Lí Shēn, I'm here~ I'll just leave your lunchbox on the table,”

His gaze snaps to you.

The receptionist nurse freezes as their usually unflappable chief surgeon stares at you like you've grown a second head.

"...That pronunciation is very precise," he finally says, clicking his pen shut and taking some charts from the shelf.

Later, in his office, he has you trapped against the table. He's careful not to make noise, his steps slow and deliberate until the back of your legs are pressed up against the cool wooden surface.

"Who taught you that?" He asks quietly.

You blink. He seems almost too calm- like he's trying hard not to let something irritate him. Something is simmering in his gaze, but it's one of those times where you can't quite place your finger on what it is.

“Well- I remember knowing you had a different name, but I just never actually asked you about it even after all this time-” You explain, “It came up when I went over the university alumnae list-”

“Are you a personal investigator now?” He says, inching even closer to you.

“I was just… sorry, I shouldn't have called you by another name in the hospital,”

He exhales, the hint of a smile gracing his sharp features. “No- don't apologize, my love. I have no reason to be unhappy-” When he wraps his arms around you, the tension in your cautious stance melts into familiar warmth.

The slightly coarse fabric of his doctor's coat rubs against your face, but you snuggle closer.

“-However,” he continues, voice low, “My private investigator, I can't let you leave just yet.”

He keeps you locked in place with a hand around your waist. “I have five minutes until my ward round. If you're ever going to say my name like that again..." His lips brush yours, "you'll do it where I can properly appreciate it."

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RAFAYEL

The name you learned isn't Lemurian- it's something you came across in a luxury-lifestyle magazine interview done years ago that lay forgotten inside one of his storage crates. You had gone to your friend and asked them to help with the pronunciation, and practiced till you could say it naturally within conversations.

"Qí Yù! Is this a new piece of artwork?" You call across the studio.

"Yeah it- WHAT DID YOU JUST-?!" He leaps over the couch.

"Say that again," he demands, gripping your shoulders.

When you repeat it with a grin, he gasps.

"You've been holding out on me! Oh, you say my name so wonderfully," He gushes with a smile so dazzling it would put the glittering sunset ocean to shame.

"Wait." He squints. "Did Thomas teach you? I'LL KILL HIM-"

You have to physically restrain him from storming off, and his arm almost slips between your grip.

“Rafayel! No, it's just me- I read in an old interview that you had a different name and-”

“So you've been reading about me- when you can just ask me anything?” He pouts.

You blink. “How would I even begin to know you have different names?”

He puts his hands on his hips, seemingly acknowledging an impasse.

Then he sighs and opens his arms wide. “Come here, cutie,”

His scent envelopes you as you sink into his embrace, and he rubs circles into your back.

His voice is lower when he speaks, “I will take a break now- I need some inspiration from you.”

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CALEB

It's rare that you ever tag along to Caleb's gym sessions. Aside from schedules never aligning, you always knew his workout routine was rigorous and intense, so you wouldn't want to distract him.

Apart from that, he is also a huge source of distraction to you.

Right now, he's doing shoulder presses while seated on the gym bench, looking absolutely distracting. The stair master machine faces the mirror, giving you a clear view of him.

There's no way you can complete your usual routine, so you approach him.

Time to call it a day at the gym.

"Xià Yǐzhòu," you call out.

His dumbbells wobble mid-air.

"Holy-" He braces himself and rights his grip, bringing the dumbbells back down to rest them on his knees.

When he looks up, his expression does something complicated. "...Haven't heard that in a while," he murmurs, placing the dumbbells on the floor and rubbing his neck.

There's a vulnerability in his eyes you rarely see. “What happened to ‘Caleb’?” he asks.

When you explain your practice sessions, his boyish grin returns.

"Well damn, pips."

He tackles you into a hug that nearly has you topple over- but he catches you. With the way he's looking at you now, you're glad the gym is quiet. Even after being with him, he never fails to get your pulse soaring with his stupid, rugged charm.

“Ew, Caleb your sweat-”

“I don't recall you having a problem with that last night,” he murmurs, holding you closer.

“Caleb, I swear-” You jab at his sides with your fingers, scrambling to find an excuse to get him to stop teasing, “I'm sweaty too, it's gross.”

It almost works. He squirms, but his grip doesn't loosen in the slightest.

“Xià Yǐzhòu-”

He hums contentedly, patting your hair to placate you, "Thaaaat's more like it. Now gotta hear that every morning."

His whisper turns teasing, "And every night. Especially when you're begging me to-" You clap a hand over his mouth.

“Caleb!”

He kisses your palm, then gently takes your hand from his face.

“Call me the other name again and I'll let you go,”

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Edit: (note: their chinese names are so beautiful and poetic and suits their characterisation/personalities so well I cant even begin to describe how much I love ! !! And especially the exact words/characters chosen for their names too where my multilingual stans at!!! OK incoherent vent over thank u all for reading <3)

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you found him asleep on the couch, his head tilted back and a book resting on his chest.

the fire crackled low in the hearth, shadows dancing across his face, softening the sharpness of his features.

even in sleep, sylus looked tired. like he was still fighting ghosts behind closed eyes.

you knelt beside him quietly and took one of his hands. it was cold. sylus always ran cold. you pressed it between your palms, holding it there, breathing warmth into his skin.

“you’re awake,” you whispered, brushing your thumb over his knuckles.

barely opening his eyes, he gave you a tired smile. “didn’t mean to fall asleep on you.”

“you’re allowed,” you said gently. “you’re safe here.”

he pulled your joined hands to his lips and kissed your fingers with a kind of reverence that made your heart ache. “only with you.”

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He's a big baby - a huge baby even - when he's sick.

You love him to bits regardless, where most people would probably roll their eyes, you jump on the chance to dote on him. Sylus, your big, strong, adorable lover, was reduced to a whiny little mess when his nose was stuffy and his head throbbed.

"I can't believe they let you in..." a cool towel lies across his brow, voice thick with sleep and nasally from the sickness. "Of course they let me in, they're worried about their boss man since he rarely gets sick." You were worried too. Cold or not, you hated seeing Sylus anything less than perfect. It was just so... unlike him.

"I'll be fine, just need to rest." But he was peering at you from under the cool towel, eyes glossy and filled with need. A silent plea for you to take care of him, baby him even, you never got chances like this.

"I'll stay with you, to assure you actually rest like you're supposed to." Slowly, the towel goes back down, but you see the little twitch in the corner of his lips. He's pleased, and that makes your heart flutter.

"I brought you some cold medicine. It won't get rid of the symptoms all together but it'll dull them enough... you got the cold from me after all. I told you that you should have worn a mask." Sylus groans, his evol snatching the bag from your hand and holding it out of your reach. "I don't need any medicine, just you."

"That's silly and you know it."

But his evol is wrapping around your waist, pulling you towards the bed and lifting you onto it. "Sylus!" As much as you wanted to scold him, you couldn't help but swoon at his stubborn acts of affection. He didn't want anything but you. "I just need..." and he's pushing himself up just to push you down against the pillows.

"...you." he's crawling on top of you, body radiating heat from his fever as he puts every pound of his weight on top of you. His head, hot and slightly damp from the towel, finds its home on your breasts.

The air is punched out of your lungs by his weight, but you can feel his once tense body melt into yours and you'd be damned if you complained now. "A-alright, fine. But please take some of the medicine I bought. Your head will thank you."

A beat of silence, then two, "I'll take it only if you feed it to me." So he wanted the full babying experience, huh? "...Fine."

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pathetic ﹐秦

ft ⤷ sylus x f!reader

genre ⤷ fluff

warnings ⤷ none

soundtrack ♫ paradise by chase atlantic

✦ just sylus being a total loser over his wife <3

sylus is pathetically inlove with you. but how can he not when you basically walk around like you're a goddess and you're the most gorgeous thing that exists in this world? (you are, in his eyes)

after you've started living with him, you've noticed things have changed. his color palette wasn't far off from yours, but now and ever so often you see sparks of white & navy in his furniture and other things ‘round the house. you figured he bought them to make you more comfortable.

he wakes up as if he was on a cloud, his hand wrapped around your waist ever so tightly whilst his other hand was under your head, serving as a pillow. he sniffs your head, the velvety lavender shampoo he bought you clear in the smell. gosh how much he loves you.

he'd wait patiently whenever you'd go shopping for dresses. he wonders why you wouldn't just by everything. you look dashing in every single one of them anyway. oh but when you walked out of the dressing room with a silky-red dress that had a little slit on your right leg? he wanted to marry you, again.

the sight of you cooking his and the twins breakfast in the morning has him swooning. he hugs you from behind, his silver locks tickling your neck as you giggle. “sy, I'm gonna burn the eggs!” he only pouts and murmurs incoherent words, pressing light kisses on your shoulder. “mmhm.. you're gonna be a good mom one day.” you smile.

sometimes you forget that sylus is the leader of the #1 criminal organization by how soft and different he is to you. the cold hands holds a gun, sometimes stained with crimson with the blood of his enemies, are the same warm hands that cradle up your cheek, peppering your face with kisses that trailed down your jaw. and the same hands that massage your scalp to help you sleep. and still the same hands that help you clasp the buckle of your heels.

luke & kieran could only laugh whenever they're in meetings in the n109 zone. his voice that made people's spine shiver, turns into something so delicate and gentle once he hears yours. others stare at him in disbelief. their face spelling, ‘this is how our boss is like towards his wife?’

and yeah, he might be the big bad leader of onychinus, but with you he's your husband who softens at your presence, purrs at the touch of your hand on his hair, and chuckles at your pillow lips on his cheek.

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suggestive | sylus x gn!reader

a/n: inspired by that scene in the new story release because it got me thinking.

"did you just say "choke me harder" while i have you pinned in the front seat?" you ask, not in disbelief because you're used to sylus. no, you ask in exasperation because now isn't the time for such things.

"and if i did?" sylus replies smoothly, a sly smile upon his lips as he stares up at you. "you've always told me to express myself more."

"i have always told you that," you say, nodding in agreement. "just didn't expect a little freak to appear."

sylus laughs, deep from his stomach. "i'm a freak?" he asks. "says the one who begged me to lock them in a headlock while i—"

you slap a hand over his mouth, glaring down at him with warm cheeks. he stares back, the look in his eyes smug and oh, he gets your blood going.

"fine," you relinquish. "you're a freak, i'm a freak. we match each other's freak and did you just lick my hand!?"

you rip your hand away from sylus's laughing mouth, wiping his own saliva against his cheek. but you're laughing with him, cheeks bunched and eyes alight.

"you're going to give our position away," you struggle to say around your giggles. but a bullet breaking the car's side mirror has you on alert quick, sylus following your lead.

"i want to revisit the choking topic once we're home," sylus says as casually as someone who's firing shoots out of a car window can.

you roll your eyes with a smile, firing off your own shots.

"fine."

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“You know…” Sylus murmurs as he shifts beside you, the soft rustle of sheets and the low hum of rain outside your window filling the quiet space between you, “I’ve been thinking about something.” He glances at you with that lopsided smile of his, the one that always means he’s up to something. Sweet, ridiculous, or both.

You raise an eyebrow, suspicious already. “That sounds dangerous.”

He chuckles, low and warm. “I’m serious. I don’t think I’ve ever put my full weight on you.”

You blink. “Why would you?”

“Because,” he drawls, rolling slightly onto his side, propping his head up with one arm while the other gently plays with your fingers, “I see you lying there, looking all warm and soft, like the perfect pillow, and part of me thinks… I’m just orbiting you, and every part of me wants to give in. To stop holding back and just… land.”

You snort, trying to stifle a laugh, but he’s not done.

“And I’d be warm, you’d be warm. We’d both win. I mean, sure, you might not be able to breathe for a second, but isn’t that the price of love?”

“Sylus,” you wheeze between giggles, “you’re literally over six feet tall. You would crush me.”

He feigns deep offense. “Crush you? Cradle you in overwhelming affection, you mean.”

Then, with no warning, he dramatically flops down on you, all long limbs and warmth, pinning you beneath him with just enough weight to make it feel like you’re being hugged by a furnace.

“See? Perfect,” he mumbles into your neck, clearly refusing to move. “This is love. I’m not moving for the next thousand years.”

You let out a muffled groan, arms instinctively curling around him despite the squish. “You’re lucky I like you.”

He grins, voice already growing sleepy against your skin. “I know.”

a/n: I NEEDED this after reading death and rebirth sylus chapter cuz wtf infold

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Imagine laying on your stomach in bed. Maybe you're just starting to drift off, or maybe you're stuck doomscrolling

Sylus, big, clingy beast that he is, rolls over to lay directly on top of you. His arms slip under your stomach to really properly hold you, his head buried in your neck

You huff, all the air squished out of you, and smack his head. "Sy, you're too heavy, get off," you groan

And he playfully settles even more of his weight down, until you're exaggeratedly coughing and complaining about being suffocated to death

Eventually he chuckles, all gravely and fond, and he rolls back over, dragging you with him so you're laying on his chest. "You coulda killed me," you joke, tired and grumbly

"Me? Kitten, I would never. Besides, I thought you enjoyed using me as a weighted blanket."

You roll back over onto your stomach. Chest to chest, legs tangling and arms holding onto one another, you dramatically plop all your weight onto him. "There. Now you gotta suffer my revenge."

He hums, unaffected at all. "I can barely breathe," he drawls playfully, just to hear your little snort of amusement

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“Happy Mother’s Day.”

You pause your scrolling, brows pinching together as you glance up at Sylus with both amusement and confusion.

“Do you know something I don’t?”

You had no children (yet) and you were almost positive you’d know if you were pregnant well before Sylus did. Still, Sylus seemed amused by your confusion. “No, not unless there is something you aren’t telling me.” He winked as he sat beside you, pulling you into a tight hug.

“So why are you wishing me — a woman with no children — a happy Mother’s Day?” You lean into him, laughing softly as he kisses the top of your head.

“Well, Luke and Kieran seem to think of you as a motherly figure from time to time… and you’re also very caring and sweet in nature.” He hums thoughtfully, twirling the ends of your hair. “You take care of me quite often.”

“So you’re saying I’m motherly?”

“…pretty much. I think it sums you up very well.” You sneak a glance at him, cheeks warming when you realize he’s been looking at you the entire time. “Is that even enough of a qualification to celebrate this holiday?”

“In my book it is.” You feel warm at that, a sheepish smiling tugging at your lips as you shake your head.

“You’re silly. I don’t think I’m all that gentle… not enough to be considered motherly…” your voice strains a little, as if you had just unleashed an insecurity you didn’t fully realize was lingering in the depths of your mind.

“You don’t give yourself enough credit, kitten.”

Sylus didn’t flinch at the look of disbelief on your face, rather, he smiled instead. “You’ve always fussed over me, even though you know I can heal my own wounds.”

“The first few days of knowing you, you forced me to shoot you in the chest.” But Sylus shook his head. “That may be true, but don’t you recall what you did immediately after?” Of course you did, you panicking, scolding him like you’d known him for years and tried to stop the bleeding.

“The look on your face tells me you do.”

“What does that have to do with this conversation?” You still couldn’t understand where he was taking this. “You couldn’t stand me the first time you met me, you were scared and disgusted. Despite that, you still tried to save my life. That’s very telling of your character.”

“You bandage me up despite my ability to heal, you fuss over me all the time. You worry about the twins too, and ensure that they get their fair share. You may have callouses on your finger tips, but your hands are nothing but gentle and kind. Full of love and care.”

You’re not sure why, but you feel your eyes begin to brim with tears. “You’re strong, incredibly so. And yet you’re so soft, so sweet, so empathetic. The kind of soul that just wills you to open up even if you’ve never done so before. People feel safe when you’re around, me included. And not just because you’re one of Linkon’s best hunters.”

Sylus doesn’t stop, not even as you brush the tears from your eyes before they can slip down your cheeks.

“So, yes. You’re motherly, you’re a natural caregiver. And I know that one day when we finally have children of our own, our babies are going to be so incredibly blessed to be able to call you their mama.”

Your heart aches, a sniffle rumbling your chest as you lightly smack his arm. “You’re a sentimental jerk.” Sylus only pulls you closer, laughing softly as he kisses your head. “I love you so much, even though you made me cry.” The laughter grows a little louder, the hug a little tighter.

“I love you more than words can convey, and I meant every word I just said so don’t you dare doubt me.”

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Thinking about Caleb taking care of his girl - mc/ fem!reader - so much, that he won’t put up with her spending any of her hard-earned money

After shutting your door for you, Caleb walks around the front of the car into the drivers seat, shuffling with the seatbelt as he turns the key in the ignition.

You hum to yourself in the meantime and find your lipstick in your bag—your new lipstick, a little more luxe this time, just the right shade to compliment your skin, a treat for yourself after finishing up a project at work. Just a little gift you deserved. You flip down the sun visor and open the mirror, making a pretty o with your lips to carefully apply it, stifling a smile when you feel Caleb watching.

“Where’s that from, baby?” he asks, a hand smoothing up your back.

“Hm?”

“The—uh…” His hand lifts, fingers hesitating near his lips as his eyes linger on yours. “The lipstick. That’s… new?”

You smile, the corners of your mouth tilting up. "Yeah. Just tried it now." You wrap your arms around his bicep for a quick, soft squeeze, then reach up to cradle his face, pecking his cheek - leaving soft pink mark behind. "You like it?"

He nods, almost absently, like he’s still trying to find the right words. Then, softer—surer: “Yeah. It’s… pretty.” A small pause. “Looks good on you.”

But his smile falters, and it has you pouting.

“What?”

“Nothing…” He shrugs. “Just don’t remember buying it. You used my card, right?”

You shake your head. “No, I bought it myself. It wasn’t expensive, honey, I promise.” Half true, at the very least.

“Yeah?” He blinks, then gently shifts back just enough to reach into his coat pocket, fishing out the wad of cash that’s accumulated there. “How much was it, baby? I’ll pay you back.”

“Caleb, I didn’t ask you to do that.”

“Yeah, well, I’m doing it anyway.” He counts out one, two, three twenties—

“Caleb, put that away—”

He looks up at you, raises his brows, dishes out a fourth and a fifth. “What?” He doesn’t hesitate for a second, folding the bills in half before leaning over the console to slip them into your purse. As he does, he presses a quick kiss to your cheek—light and teasing, knowing exactly what it’ll do. He grins, just a little, watching the way your attention drifts. One hand rests casually on the wheel—strong, veined, just enough to make you pause—and the other gently holds your jaw, guiding you toward him. He kisses you again, this time softly at the corner of your mouth, careful not to mess up the lipstick. “Use my card next time, yeah? Doesn’t matter what it’s for.”

You frown. “But I feel bad . . . I make my own money, you know.”

“You’re not supposed to spend your money, baby, you’re supposed to spend mine.”

He lifts your chin with two fingers—gentle, but sure—guiding your gaze back to him when you try to look away. His eyes search yours, steady and soft.

“Let me take care of you, sweetheart.” He presses a kiss to your lips—slow and certain, like a promise. “That’s what I’m here for.”

And honestly… when he says it like that, it’s hard to do anything but let him.

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Sylus never thought that his life could be so… simple.

Years of pain, of suffering, of longing. Hands that have held weapons, have been stained in blood, have taken the lives of others. An evol meant to hurt, to cut, to snuff out. A man like him shouldn’t know how to be gentle, soft. A man like him shouldn’t even be allowed to love… and yet?

“You’re so… perfect.”

A gentle, barely audible whisper. The little bundle wrapped up in soft cloth seems impossibly smaller in his large hands. His little baby, his little creation, his son.

Better yet, the perfect mix of you and him. Your DNA swirled together with his to create the little human in his hands. A living, breathing baby. The physical testament to your love and devotion for each other.

Sylus never thought he would be worthy enough to earn the title of lover, of husband, never mind father.

For the rest of his life, the little human in his arms would rely on him. Would look to him for love, for comfort, to be sheltered and fed and protected. A little boy who would get the childhood he never got. To give him a second chance and heal the broken child that still lingered within him.

A feather light kiss was placed on his newborn’s head. A silent vow very similar to the one he had made to you. He would burn the world for him, for you, for the little family he didn’t think he’d ever be worthy of having.

Beside him, you stirred. Not enough to wake up fully, but enough that Sylus cradled your son to his chest and used his free hand to rest over your heart. “Rest, my love. I’ve got him, he’s safe right here with us. Sleep.” And you slowly settled in again, breathing steady, content.

His entire world now laid in his hands, and just like that Sylus was convinced he was the luckiest man alive.

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Staring at him while he works, the dopiest smile on your face.

He doesn’t bother looking up from his tablet, smirking as he addresses you. “Stare as hard as you want, sweetie. I’ve told you before, you won’t be able to read my thoughts that way.”

You don’t respond, still watching him like a lovesick fool.

He sets his tablet down, gaze flitting to you. “What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

You study him for a moment longer. “Has anyone ever told you you have the most beautiful eyes?”

Sylus stiffens, mouth slightly open in mild shock. His posture slackens, and that customary amusement returns to his face. “Are you trying to manipulate me, sweetie?”

You shake your head, still grinning. “Not at all. Just making an observation. Your eyes are gorgeous. They remind me of the sunset. Rubies held up to the light. A smoldering campfire. I never knew I had a thing for red until I met you.”

He looks pensive as he digests your compliment. Halfway skeptical. Taken aback.

Has no one ever told him how pretty they were? How gorgeous he is?

You snort, finally tearing yourself from the chair across from him. Wink as you make your way to his office door, leaving him slack-jawed with warmth spilling through his chest upon your departure.

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SYLUS ( ˶˘ ³˘)♡ Marking him up with lipstick before he takes a shower!

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You take an opportunity to tease him before the two of you have a little date night together.

As you get ready for your date with Sylus, you’re finishing up your makeup look in the bathroom by putting on your favorite lipstick. Sylus walks in at the perfect time, clad in nothing but his leisurely robe as he heads to the shower before getting ready. You turn to him and gently grab the fabric that drapes him, stopping him in his tracks. He raises his eyebrow and a flashes you small smirk, slightly confused by your action. “What’s the matter, kitten? Are you going to miss me too much while I’m in the shower? Who knew you could be so clingy.” He teases. You play along with his teasing by requesting a kiss from him before he gets in the shower, which he happily obliges. As he leans in for a smooch, you quickly kiss him on the cheek instead. He looks in the mirror and sees the lipstick mark you gave him before glancing back at you. He feigns disappointment as he addresses your behavior. “Oh, that’s it? Seems like you won’t miss me that much if you’re only giving me a small kiss on the cheek.” You shake your head at his claim, pretending to care as you grab ahold his face and give him a kiss on his other cheek. He lets out a million dollar chuckle as he holds you by your hips and gently pulls you closer to him, begging for more. “Ah, what a little trickster you are. I suppose I can indulge in your game for a short while.” With his permission, you continue to pepper his face with kisses. Leaving marks on corners of his mouth, around his eyes, his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, everywhere but his lips until his face looks like it’s riddled with a lipstick oriented disease. He keeps his eyes closed, occasionally opening them to see the reflection of the damage you’ve caused in the mirror, smirking to himself as you torture his face with your pretty lips. Eventually he gets a little dazed from the barrage of kisses, rubbing your back to try to get you to relax. “Alright, kitten… we need to-” before he can finish that sentence, you move your kissing assault down to his neck. He lets out a small huff and narrows his eyes, lightly squeezing your hip while his eyebrows furrow ever so slightly at the sensation. “Mm… you really can’t get enough, can you?” You shake your head as you don’t stop, leaving kiss after kiss until his neck is also plagued with the lipstick disease. “Sweetie…” he whines, pleading with you as the two of you share a glance with eachother. You don’t listen to his plea as your mouth starts making its descent to trail kisses down his chest, but you only get a few lipstick marks in before he suddenly cups your chin and stops you. You look a bit surprised as he tilts your head up to face him, giving himself access to plant a single sweet kiss on your lips, making you mark the one spot you purposefully missed. “I beat your game.” He rubs a thumb over your bottom lip as he whispers in your ear, smirking at your sheepish reaction. “Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed it, but perhaps we should continue playing after our date. Then I won’t have a reason to wash off all of your markings until we wake up tomorrow.” He lets go of you and pinches your cheek before looking at himself in the mirror one last time. He’s taking in how much your lips have claimed him before ridding himself of his robe and stepping into the shower to clean your personal canvas for later use.

Aughhh this one was so fun to write!! I’d do anything to be able to kiss this man all over.

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Sylus plans your birthday out down to the very last detail. And I mean the very last.

Your day was filled with all of your favorite things, from the arcade to your favorite stores, cafes for sweet treats, and your favorite restaurant for dinner.

Sylus bought you more gifts on top of the things he had already purchased for you, just happy to see you smile. Plus, he was finding it oddly cute that you’d get shy asking him for certain things. As if he’d ever say no.

“It’s your birthday, kitten. Pick whatever you want.”

Still, it took two more stores for you to finally stop giving him a little glance each time you dropped something in the basket. Sylus could tell you were being mindful not to over consume but still treating yourself how he intended you to.

Sylus would drain his bank account — it would take a damn long time but still — if it meant seeing you smile the way you were smiling, that little sparkle in your eye as you uttered little thank yous with a skip in your step.

What Sylus couldn’t wait for was what came later.

He kicked the twins out for the night. He got your favorite desert for your birthday celebration, and he had every intention of eating that damn dessert off of your body.

It wouldn’t be your birthday if he didn’t take hours to worship every single inch of you. To sing you the praises you so throughly deserve, and make you feel as good as you make him feel every goddamn day.

You, his sweet little kitten, the other half of his soul. You deserved every ounce of love that he could provide you. And dammit, he was going it make it happen.