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[travination]

Got caught swapping his cards, I thought he was asleep😾

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His loser moment

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Pairing: Sylus x MC / fem!reader Rating: PG-13 Tags: who did this to you, hurt, comfort, hurt/comfort, injury, implied violence, brief violence mentions, angst, canon sylus behavior, blood mentions, kissing if you squint Summary: You barely survived a night on your own in the N109 Zone without the watchful gaze of certain Onychinus leader, but at what cost? Word Count: 1.5k

The dull sound of your door closing was like the snap of a final curtain call falling into place and you slumped against it, relieved to be safely in your own apartment. You had survived a night in the N109 Zone on your own, but it had been a near miss. One you wouldn’t be repeating, especially since the intel you wanted had been a bust, anyway. 

You touched your side, your breathing uneven, and you wince. You definitely have a cracked rib. You try to take a deep breath and pain radiates from your chest into your stomach, making you a little nauseous. Okay, maybe two.

You were trying to psych yourself up to move and trudge into your apartment to give yourself much needed medical attention when the reverberating shock of someone's forceful knock bounced you against your door-frame. You consider not answering the insistent caller on the other side, but a muffled, familiar baritone floats through the door.

"Open the door, sweetie."

A sigh left your lips at the demand and you tried to stifle the pathetic, painful whimper that your exasperation cost you. Of all the people on the other side of that door, Sylus was the most unexpected. Or maybe not, considering he boasted that he knew everything that went on in his territory. Maybe that’s why he was here and if it was, he wouldn’t leave until his curiosity was satisfied.

The door cracks open and you stare up at him through the hole you made, reluctant to allow him entrance and to partially block his view of the damage those thugs had caused when they mugged you in the alleyway earlier tonight. However, Sylus’s easy smile is nowhere to be found and the frown lines on his forehead are the deepest you've ever seen them. His large hand wraps around the door-frame so you can’t close it again and he pushes gently against it, but you don’t budge. 

"Who did this to you?" His tone is dangerously low.

You ignore his question, instead poking your head out to look down the deserted hallway of your apartment building. "Why are you here? It's dangerous." It was risky for Sylus to wander around Linkon City normally, even if he claimed many people didn't know what he actually looked like. However, the Hunter’s Association did and your building was crawling with employees at all hours of the day and night.

"You didn't answer your phone, so I got worried."

Oh right, you had forgotten they had taken that too. You sighed again, the pain of having to replace everything beginning to give you a headache. That key charm Zayne had given you for your birthday was perhaps the worst thing to have lost, maybe more than the phone itself.

"Let me in, kitten." Sylus’s voice is gently cajoling and you concede because you're too tired to argue with him tonight. So you open the door and  try to act normal, but your voice is far too lighthearted for how heavy your legs feel as you trudge into the apartment. 

“You know, if you keep frowning like that you’ll get wrinkles and people really will think you’re an old man.” 

He follows you in with a small chuckle, his eyes bouncing around the room as if the perpetrators could be hiding in the shadows. When you grabbed the first aid kit and sat down to tend to your injuries, Sylus was suddenly there, kneeling in front of you. His hands push yours out of the way and he silently takes over the job of nurse, and you think about fighting him as you watch him roll up his shirtsleeves but realize you were just too exhausted to care. 

“What happened?” He asks eventually and you realize you will have to tell him something. Lying won’t work, he’ll find out if he didn’t already know. 

“What often happens when you end up in the wrong place at the wrong time in the N109 Zone, Sylus.” You offer with a single shrug, doing your best to sit still while he cleans the wound on your arm. “You know that better than me.” 

“Were you wearing–” he was referring to the brooch that signified your status as protected. 

“They took that too.” His hands stilled on the bandage he was applying on your forearm. “Did they, now?” he murmured silkily and you saw a muscle in his jaw tick, though his expression was partially obscured by his unruly hair. “After all that trouble I went through, too.” You tried to make a joke to ease the tension which earned you a soft amused twitch of Sylus’s lips. He was too angry to truly smile and you could feel it radiating off of him in waves. Despite that, his hands were painstakingly gentle as he touched what was clearly a blossoming bruise around your wrist. Sylus’s tender touch lingers on your injuries and he checks each one with a thoroughness that feels as if he’s memorizing exactly where you were hurt. 

He orders some of your favorite food, helps you get cleaned up, and tucks you into your bed. He points to the notepad you kept by your bedside table that you sometimes scribble notes on when you took calls. “Make me a list of what they looked like, and then go to bed. I’ll take care of the rest.” Before you could protest, he left the room abruptly. You picked up the notepad and stared at the print of the cute little animals dancing around the top. You’d bought it on a whim after seeing how cute it looked in a stationary shop window near one of your mission sites. It seemed too obscene to write what would virtually be a hit list on such charming paper. 

Instead, you scribble all of the reasons you’re grateful for today. Right at the top was that you had survived all on your own in the N109 Zone and you were able to see the infamous Onychinus leader kneeling at your feet. The list grew as you included the tasty food you ate earlier, and the glimpse of a suspiciously familiar crow you saw on your way into work this morning. The page was halfway filled when the pain medication Sylus had convinced you to take started to kick in and you felt your eyelids drooping. 

Drowsily, you snuggle down underneath your covers and clutch the plushie Sylus and you had won at the arcade last weekend. When you hear the distant muffled click of your door opening, you try to rouse yourself but you felt so warm and your body felt so heavy that you couldn’t manage it. That doesn’t stop you from trying until a large hand gently smoothed back your mussed hair, and the sensation of soft knuckles trace the curve of your cheek. “It’s just me,” the familiar voice murmured and you tried to speak but he shushed you. “Sleep, kitten.” 

You swear you felt the ghost of his lips on yours before he was gone, but maybe it was just part of the hazy dream you had of crows, violence, and enchanting sanguine eyes. 

Sylus returns to the N109 Zone and finds himself staring at the “list,” a bemused smile on his face. He shakes his head and tucks the cutesy page into his pocket. You were far too adorable and it made what he was about to do that much more satisfying, sauntering into the abandoned warehouse where your phone had last pinged; deceptively calm. The screams and stench of death shuddered throughout the N109 Zone tonight, serving as a violent and bloody reminder to all that no one should dare to touch what was his lest they face the consequences. 

Sometime in the early hours of the morning, your fingers fumble for your buzzing phone and land on the familiar outline of the brooch, both in their normal places as if yesterday was just a bad dream. Through your sleepy daze, you realize your other hand is occupied–as is your bed. Turning, you’re surprised to find Sylus is fast asleep next to you, his hand intertwined tightly with yours. There’s deep circles under his eyes, but his normally furrowed brow is smoothed out in sleep. With a sleepy smile, you curl back up to let him rest a little while longer, tucking your joined hands against your chest, cuddling his arm.

You both doze off together, and you’ve never felt so safe.

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Sylus watched as you applied different products onto your face. He finds it amusing how you turn into an artist with the way you paint your face as if it's a canvas.

He watches you with such a soft and endearing expression on his face that it almost makes you forget how ruthless and merciless your husband is as the leader of onychinus.

His gaze follows your form as you walk into your walk-in closet and retrieve your dress. It was a silk red off-shoulder dress with a sweetheart neckline and a slit that reached your mid thigh. It showed your dips and curves that complimented your body shape. You walk out the closet with your hand holding onto the front of the dress to keep it from falling.

Without a word, Sylus walks up to you and helps zip you up. You watch your husband through the mirror as he zips you up, his eyes never leaving he skin on your back. Once you were zipped up, Sylus leans down and places sof kisses on to your should and neck. Your hands fly up to his already styled hair and thread your fingers through the silver locks.

"So beautiful, kitten," Sylus whispers onto your ear as he meets your eyes through the mirror. Your eyes close, and your back leans back to Sylus's chest as he continues to lay kisses on your bare skin.

"We'll be late, Sy," you whisper to him, but he ignores your words and continues littering kisses on your skin. His hands fall on your hips and turn you around, and back you up to the floor length mirror. You gasp as your skin touches the cold mirror but your notes gets drown out when sylus connects your lips together.

"So, so beautiful," Sylus says between kisses. Your red lipstick stains his lips but he couldn't care less. "Sylus," you gasp and push him away gently to take in air that he had restricted you from. He grabs your wrists and lift them up your head and dive back to trap your lips into a kiss. One hand holds your wristwhole the other trails down your leg and lift it up onto his hip.

"Sy, we'll be late," you gasp as he turns his attention to your bare neck. "Don't leave marks," you whine as you feel him sucking on your skin, but you know he'll ignore you and leave marks anyway. Possessive bastard.

"Let's not go," Sylus murmurs onto your lips as he pants. You shake your head. You both have been wanting to go out and eat dinner together after so long and it's hard to place reservations at the new opened resteraunt down town.

"I'll adjust the reservation to tomorrow, how about that, kitten?" He asks, eyes swirling with so much desperation, lust, and yearning. You know you don't have a chance to say no when he looks at you like that so you sigh in response and you watch his smirk widening. He lifts you up properly this time, with both hands holding your legs and lips locked with yours as he carries you onto your shared bed.

"You better make sure we're eating out tomorrow, Sylus," you voice firmly and serious. "Wouldn't want to make the missus angry," Sylus smirks and captures your lips into a heated kiss.

Meanwhile...

"They aren't gonna eat out anymore, are they?" Kieran asks despite knowing the answer. Luke sighs and lifts up kyro up the floor. "Come on little boss, big boss and miss hunter are busy," Luke says as he carries you and Sylus's son into his room to block out the ungodly noises they'll be hearing the whole evening.

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Sylus never really had a "day off" in his life. Before you came along, his days seemed to be much gloomier.

A dead breeze wafts through the air, the ticking grandfather-clock near the front door the only sound piercing through the deafening silence. At least something would be there to remind Sylus that he wasn't really alone.

He would usually wake up at 4 in the morning for his regular business and would be back by midnight, 1 at the latest. He would grab the gun under his pillow, "carefully" tucking it under his leather jacket before moving out of his room - which would mostly be the study since he did not like to sleep in such a big room like his. Yes, he would rather sleep on the uncomfortable leather couch in the study than his own bed.

But it all changed when you skipped into his life, carrying a sense of livelihood which was totally in contrast to his 'home' that was empty enough to stuff nearly a thousand dead bodies (a very weird comparison by Sylus).

It was pretty shocking that even the twins couldn't hide their surprise when Sylus decided to sleep in his room for the first time since they had moved in the N109 Zone- with you by his side, of course. Your presence would bring colour to the mansion- which had seemed so grey before. Anywhere you'd waltz around, you would bring home.

The study was all aware of your daunting, yet carefree-self, The books often misplaced from their usual set-up, plushies arranged in a straight line on Sylus' previous bed. Your perfume would linger in the air, now also accustomed to its surroundings.

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Now, anytime you would bat your pretty lashes at him, a poor yet obvious attempt to make him call the day off, he would instantly give in - calling the twins to go on his behalf while he laid back in your embrace, snuggling into your chest.

"You're so demanding, princess." He'd tease, voice raspy as muscular arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his frame. He'd tuck a hand under your knee, placing your thigh over his leg. "You love me too much." You'd hum back, muffled because of your head buried deep into his collar -your voice somewhat ticklish to his skin. "That, I do.." A finger caressed your cheek and you'd look up to find his soft gaze looking down at you, truth scattered over his face. His hand would then go to the back of your head, gently pushing you further to his lips.

"Goodnight, sweetie.."

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tantrum

synopsis: what makes sylus snap?

tags: fluff, sylus is tired and grumpy bc he misses you, he obliterates his phone with his evol, sunshine reader probably, cartoonish luke and kieran appearance (sorry boys) word count: 842

a/n: after that magnum opus line i really wanted to see sylus throw a tantrum and i kept mulling over what would actually make him do that because i can’t see him doing anything much worse than this. i think he’d find Actual grown man tantrums lame. anyway i don’t like this and will maybe delete? nvm but i had the writing urge so i sacrificed this concept from my wips. 

When you arrived at the base after your three-week business trip, your long-awaited homecoming was…tame, to say the least. You’d been expecting a teasing “How nice of you to join us, sweetie,” or a cocky yet vulnerable “I was beginning to think you’d run away.” But once you’d stepped through the front door, Sylus had barely said a word. A soft “Welcome home” and a kiss on the forehead, and before you knew it, you were cradled in his arms as he carried you to his office.

He’d sat you both down in his leather armchair, making you face him in a straddle. His tired eyes had searched yours, and a moment later, he’d buried his face into your neck, inhaling deeply. 

“I missed you,” you’d murmured into his ear, pressing a kiss to his hair. With a quiet groan, he’d tightened his grip on your hips and nuzzled into you even deeper.

That’d been 15 minutes ago. Basking in the comfortable silence, you’d traded kisses all the while—yours on his hair, his on your neck. 

But suddenly, a low buzzing noise cuts your reunion short: his phone is ringing.

When he makes no effort to answer, still breathing heavily in your embrace, you twist in his arms and accept the call before he can protest. 

A familiar voice crackles over the line. “Boss?” Kieran asks. “Next meeting’s in 10. The one about those stolen shipments from Linkon—we’ve been waiting to hear back for months. You coming?”

Sylus doesn’t answer.

“…Boss?” Kieran repeats. “Boss, you there? You oka—”

Red and black mist shreds the phone into pieces. 

“Sylus!” you yelp, jumping in his lap. “What’d you do that for? He’ll probably be worried. And how will I text you now?”

You pout up at him, and as you study his chronically calm expression, you see something unusual: Sylus’s eye twitches. Just for a millisecond, only moving a millimeter, but you catch it.

“I’ll have a new one delivered tomorrow. As for the meeting, I’ll stay here,” he says lightly, a tight, closed-lip smile on his face.

“But Kieran said it was important,” you reply in confusion. “Why don’t you want to go? Are you feeling sick?” you frown, starting to lift off of him.

“No,” comes his too-quick reply. “It’s just…the twins can go in my stead,” he decides simply, moving to lean into you again.

But before he can move an inch, a rhythmic sequence of knocks sounds at the door.

“Come in!” you chirp happily, too excited to see the faces you’d missed the last few weeks to notice Sylus stiffening under you.

Immediately, the door swings open, revealing two masked figures. 

“Hi Luke, hi Kieran!” you beam, and they wave back at you eagerly.

“Long time no see,” Kieran begins. “Boss, did you lose signal or something? I tried calling you about the meeting, but I think it disconnected. Anyway, we’re about to head down and—”

“Cancel it,” a frustrated growl rings out.

You all freeze.

Somehow, you’d been too wrapped up in your excitement to feel Sylus's body shaking—no, quaking—beneath you.

“W-what? But they’re already here!” Luke sputters.

“Cancel. It.” Sylus grits out the words as if holding back a snarl, and the power in his voice leaves no room for argument. 

“O…kay,” the boys say in unison, and as they back away slowly, you shoot them a sympathetic look.

Red tendrils wrench the door shut behind them, and when you’re alone once more, it’s like the man under you deflates.

His head returns to the crevice of your neck with a soft but unceremonious thud, and his deep exhales and burning hot skin tell you he’s trying to calm himself down. 

Uncertain and a little amazed—you’d never seen him lose his composure—you give his cheek a gentle poke. “Sylus,” you whisper. Nothing. 

“Psst. Sylus,” you try again, and there’s some force behind your poke this time. With bated breath, you watch as your finger sinks into the space under his cheekbone, sighing in relief when the corner of his mouth twitches upwards. 

Lifting his head up to make eye contact, you smile at him softly. “Hi.”

“…Hi,” he rumbles, and as his crimson gaze softens, the remaining annoyance dissolves from his face.

“Are you upset?” you prod gently. 

A brazen scoff precedes the dry chuckles that fall from his lips. “And what makes you say that, kitten?”

A squint and a slight tilt of your head is all it takes. 

“I haven’t had you to myself in a while,” he begins cautiously. “Three weeks is…a long time. The longest we’ve been apart. And then the moment I have you in my arms, well…” he trails off, gesturing to the shards of phone on the table. “I just want to enjoy you right now. Undisturbed.”

“Oh, I see,” you coo, cupping his face in your hands. “Is this your way of saying you missed me too?” you quirk a brow.

“Yes,” he responds through squished cheeks, honest and unabashed. “Now, won’t you stay with me like this for a little longer?”

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Sylus is not-so-subtly using Mephisto to spy on you while he's on a business trip— something you realize immediately as you're lounging on the couch watching TV in one of his t-shirts and hear a sudden tap-tap-tap from outside the balcony's sliding glass door.

You squint, adjusting your glasses to see a familiar red eyed crow cocking his head at you through the window. "Really?" You murmur with a smirk, getting up to pull open the door. Mephisto hops onto your shoulder with a rusty-sounding squawk.

"How long have you been out here?" You murmur good naturedly, ruffling the bird's feathers. The apertures of Mephisto's mechanical eyes restrict and dilate as he registers your face. "Hey, Sylus," you say with a wink, knowing he's listening and watching through Mephisto.

As you return to the couch, setting Mephisto on the coffee table across from you, a text buzzes through on your phone that confirms your suspicions. I like you in that shirt.

You smirk, standing up to strike an exaggerated pose in front of the bird, showcasing how oversized the shirt is on you. "So sexy, right?" You tease sarcastically.

Sexiest thing on the planet, Sylus writes back. Maybe I should come back home early to take it off of you.

"Maybe you should," you say, watching Mephisto preen his feathers. "How many more days?"

Three, baby, Sylus responds. Mephisto can keep you company in the meantime.

"Mephie can't talk," you retort, talking into the silence. "And he needs his gears oiled, by the way. He creaks like an old man when he walks." You can practically hear Sylus' thick, rumbling chuckle when he responds with a string of laughing emojis.

"I'm getting lonelier by the second," you whine. "Seriously, it's been like two weeks now and you've been too busy to call. I worry about you, you know?"

There's absolutely nothing to worry about. I'm fine. I'll be home before you know it.

You roll your eyes at his placating text. You aren't trying to be clingy, but this is the longest the two of you have ever been apart, and the persistent aching feeling of missing him is starting to wear you down. "I know, I know," you mutter, waving him off. Your phone buzzes again.

In fact, I'll make you a bet. If I'm home before you know it, you have to do whatever I say. Agreed?

"Oh, please," you snicker. Mephisto fluffs out his wings. "Fine. Whatever you say." You know he's just trying to get you to stop being mopey.

Anything I say?

"Anything," you concede, lying back to absentmindedly resume scrolling through the TV channels.

Perfect. As if on cue you hear three hard knocks on the front door.

"Son of a..."

[A/N]: adapted from a request by @harukablossomsblog~ hope you enjoy!

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caleb | 1:22 am

Your pillow is buzzing. Why is it buzzing? You groan and reach underneath your pillow, grasping at your phone. You pull it out, sit up in bed and blink at it. Caleb's name flashes across the screen. You swipe your finger across it.

"Caleb?"

There's a pause before the voice on the other end coughs awkwardly.

"Uh... is this... Pipsqueak?"

You're immediately alert. The voice doesn't belong to Caleb.

"Who is this?" you demand, your voice still thick with sleep.

"You were listed as this guy, Caleb's, emergency contact," the voice explains. "He's at the bar. We've had to cut him off. Can you come get him? We close in, like, half an hour."

You're immediately out of bed, pulling sweatpants and a hoodie on. "Oh my god, of course, I'm on my way."

You're stuffing your feet into shoes when you hear someone slurring his words in the background. "Hey, that's my phone, gi-gi-give it back!"

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"You're too nice to him, my wife would have made me sleep and sober up outside."

You chuckle at the taxi driver's remark. You were lucky to flag down a cab at this time in the night. The driver had asked you were you were going so late, and you had explained everything to him. You and Caleb had been giving each other the silent treatment for two days now. It was over something stupid. He had left one of his unfinished models lying around on the floor in your apartment and you hadn't seen it - you had ended up stepping on it - on accident, of course - but you had never seen Caleb so upset. It ended with him storming out of your apartment and no calls or texts from him for the last couple of days. You had thought about apologizing first, but had decided he was being childish and that he would approach you when he was ready. But it turns out that he had decided to drown his sorrows in alcohol. You had known that he likes to drink socially once in a while, but he's never been totally wasted before - not like this. You wanted to seem calm and collected, but inside, your anxiety is tearing you up. Is Caleb okay?

The driver slows down and pulls up to the bar. He meets your eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Go get him, I'll wait here."

You thank him, and head inside the bar. The glass door is already locked, but you knock a couple of times, and a staff member appears from behind the bar and lets you in.

"Sorry," he apologizes, scratching the back of his head. "We would have sent him home in a cab but he wouldn't tell us his address. He kept saying he wanted 'Pipsqueak'. He's a regular here so we really didn't want to let him wander home by himself."

You nod at the bartender. "Thank you. Where is he?"

He points at one of the corner booths with his thumb. You make a beeline for it, and see Caleb, lying across the booth's cushion. His cheeks are flushed red and he's snoring lightly, his hand gripping his phone.

You shake him gently to wake him. "Caleb, let's go home."

He groans and lifts his head slowly. "Please, leave me alone. I have... I have a..." His eyes open and they widen when they meet yours. "Pipsqueak," he whispers.

You place a hand on his cheek. "Let's get you home, okay?"

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It was a mission to get Caleb in the cab, even with the help of the bartender. It's an even bigger mission to get him into your apartment building and up the stairs. But you manage to do it, and get him inside the apartment without incident.

Almost there!

You practically haul him to your room, and push him onto the bed. He flops onto it like a ragdoll, one arm and both his legs hanging off the sides.

You stare at him, hands on your hips, panting quietly. "Well, that can't be too comfortable."

You take a few moments to catch your breath before you decide to tackle his jeans and shoes - they come off easily enough, and then you get to work on his shirt. His eyes are still closed and he's muttering something softly, but you can't take the time to figure out what he's saying. You start to put on some shorts for him, but it's awkward and you only manage to get one leg in.

"Caleb, Caleb." You squeeze one of his knees to wake him again. "I need your help, sit up for a little bit."

This seems to rouse him and Caleb lets out a low groan and rises slowly.

"Okay, let's just get these shorts on."

Caleb is still for a few moments, and you think he's fallen asleep again while sitting up. But he mumbles something almost imperceptible, and you almost miss it. He's saying your name.

You look up at him from where you're crouching next to the bed, and meet his bloodshot eyes. There are tears forming at their corners.

You're startled - you're not used to seeing him cry. "Caleb? What's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry," he whispers. You can smell the alcohol in his breath. "I was so stupid. I'm sorry."

A lump in your throat forms and you have to turn away before he can see the tears in your own eyes. You clear your throat before speaking again. "Let's talk about it in the morning, okay? Just get in the shorts and then we can go to bed."

Caleb nods, and pulls his shorts up so that they're on properly. You breathe a sigh of relief, and help him get under the covers of the bed.

You go about settling down for the night again, making sure the front door is locked, all lights are off, and placing a packet of headache medication and a glass of water on the nightstand next to Caleb's side of the bed.

You slide in under the covers next to him, and notice that he's still awake, his eyes struggling to focus on you.

"Pipsqueak," he mutters, his eyelids fluttering. "Please, don't be mad at me any more."

You smile at him, amused at the fact that he fought to stay awake to tell you that. You brush the hair away from his forehead with your hand and plant a small kiss on it. Caleb sighs, and he closes his eyes, surrendering to sleep.

"You're the one who didn't call or text for two days, dumbass," you mumble, knowing that you'll go unheard. You don't care. You continue raking your hands through his hair as he snores softly.

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I’m sure there’s a perfectly normal explanation for all this.

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i miss zayne i feel so lame i really Like thsi guy

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Salivating 🤤

I literally howled..jahsbddhjskwjsjs!

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hii how are u! i love your work sm <3

can u please do lads boys + reader who’s usually very chatty and talkative but suddenly stops spamming them cuz she thinks that it annoys him or that shes being too much

thank you!

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 | LADS + when you stop being talkative

warnings: hurt + comfort, hints at toxic behaviors, talk of physical restraint (caleb) also thank you sm for loving my work!! ❤️❤️

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── xavier

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── zayne

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── rafayel

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── sylus

.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── caleb

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Screaming at how fucking horny Zayne and MC are for each other. AND IN PUBLIC. WHY IS IT ALWAYS IN PUBLIC.

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— i is for innocence

“you’ve never done this before, have you?” sylus asked softly, fingers brushing the inside of your thigh as you lay back against the pillows. you were wide-eyed and pink from cheek to chest. your breath caught in half of a gasp and a soft whimper, and that was all the answer he needed.

his smirk was lazy. full of that dangerous kind of affection. the kind that meant he was about to ruin you sweetly, slowly, and not feel the slightest bit guilty for it.

“didn’t think so,” he murmured, eyes never leaving yours. “you blush too easy.”

you tried to look away, but his fingers caught your chin and tilted your face back toward him.

“no hiding,” he whispered. “let me see it.”

his hand slid down over your stomach again, between your thighs, just grazing the edge of your panties with a feather-light touch.

“look at you,” he purred, like velvet sin. “such a good girl, letting me touch you like this.”

“i–i trust you,” you breathed, voice trembling.

he paused at that. just for a second something flickered in his eyes. a bit of softness. definitely a crack in the heat.

but then he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “you shouldn’t.”

your thighs squeezed together instinctively, and he chuckled, low and wicked.

“mm, too late now,” he said. “you let a wolf into your bed, sweetheart. and now i’m gonna take my time.”

his fingers slipped under the fabric, finally touching you where you were soaked and needy. you gasped too loud, too surprised, and he groaned, dragging his teeth over your throat.

“this wet already? just from my voice?” he hissed. “fuck, you’re perfect.”

you squirmed, overwhelmed and eager, unsure of where to put your hands, but he grabbed one wrist and pinned it above your head with effortless strength.

“don’t move,” he said, kissing your pulse. “i’ll show you how it’s supposed to feel.”

and he did. one finger. then two. crooking them slow, watching you fall apart under his touch like he’d been made to do this. you moaned so sweet for him, and he groaned, teeth gritted, eyes locked on your fluttering lashes and trembling thighs.

“you were made for me,” he growled. “my innocent little angel.”

and when you came with his name on your lips and clutching the sheets, undone by nothing but his fingers and voice, he kissed you so sweet. so gentle.

“say thank you, baby.”

“thank you, sylus,” you whispered with flushed cheeks, and his grin turned into a soft smile.

[travination]

“i don’t think anyone would care about me if i didn’t know mc.”

sylus freezes when you say it.

you’re not even crying. you’re just… quiet. a little too honest. the words slip out while you’re looking away, like you didn’t even mean to say them aloud.

and sylus? he just stills. that ever-present, easygoing smirk fades. his jaw clenches, and he’s suddenly too quiet.

because hearing that from you—the one who lights up his shadowed, brutal world—it guts him.

“is that really what you think?”

he’s not teasing. not this time.

his voice is lower than usual, roughened by something unspoken.

you blink at him, confused by the sudden tension. and he’s just looking at you, like you’ve revealed the worst kind of hurt.

underneath the calm is a storm.

sylus is the type to bottle things. but when it comes to you—your pain, your doubt, the way you shrink your worth—he can’t keep the lid on.

it’s not fair. you see yourself through the lens of comparison, when all he sees is you, radiant and raw and real in a way no one else ever was.

he starts noticing more and it hurts.

the way you joke about being second-best. how you fall silent when mc walks into the room. the way you shrink around compliments.

he picks up on it all now. and it kills him that you don’t know how goddamn special you are.

you’re not trying to be dramatic. that’s the worst part. you genuinely believe it.

sylus starts pulling away. not out of disinterest, but out of fear.

not from you, but from saying something he can’t take back.

he wants to tell you so badly that it’s you. always has been. that if you had never met mc, he still would’ve fallen hard.

but he’s scared. scared he’ll ruin what little you have. scared you’ll think he’s lying to make you feel better.

eventually, he cracks.

“you think you’re invisible,” he says one night, cornering you in the hallway. “but i’ve been looking at you since the beginning. and it has nothing to do with her.”

he makes sure you feel it.

he doesn’t confess with flowers or fanfare. he confesses like a man whose heart has been breaking in silence.

“you don’t get it,” he says. “i’d still want you if the world ended and she never existed. i want you because you’re you.”

and when you go quiet again, unsure how to believe it, he reaches out. fingers brushing your cheek like you’re something holy.

“the only person who doesn’t see how unforgettable you are… is you.”

[travination]

── .✦ 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 & 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 -> « link »

•caleb casually drops the “we’re dating” lie at school like it’s no big deal. he is tired of the guy who sends you ‘wanderer samples’, or the dude who comes over the house asking to ‘borrow’ your homework. besides, he is a senior, older than you — soon he will leave the school & his precious pipsqueak will get swamped by men. disgusting. the thought alone sends shivers down his spine.

“nah, i can’t go out saturday. got a date with my girl.” he hums to one of his friends in the basketball court, juniors are also here, perfect! he made sure to say it echoing enough that everyone hears it.

“…your girl?”

“yeah, the one i live with? the one who comes cheerin’ me up for my matches? the one who i share my soda can with? duh.” honestly? it’s not hard to believe at all, that you and caleb are a thing… people don’t even question it. the way you touch him like he’s yours, the way you depend on him…

•however — you find out when someone congratulates you on “finally making it official” and you’re just standing there like ?????

caleb comes up right after, sipping from his stupid juice box, his hand gently wrapping around your waist, gentle… so careful… but firm.

“oh, pips, did you not tell them yet?”

•he acts like your boyfriend in every possible way. carries your books. pulls your chair out. walks you to class. then again… when does he not? you don’t notice any significant changes in caleb’s behaviour. and you are too kind to embarrass him like that…

you: “stop it. i am old now i don’t need your help—“

him: “i’m committed to the bit. besides, you are old doesn’t mean i would stop being there for you?”

•he’s extra affectionate at school but still the same annoying menace at home.

he’ll poke your forehead and be like,

“my girlfriend’s so short i gotta bend to reach her thoughts.”

and then dodge your swing like he’s done it a million times.

•grandma’s suspicious but says nothing. just watches the two of you with a knowing look and a cup of tea like she’s watching a soap opera play out in her living room. josephine hater ™️ -> me.

•eventually — caleb starts keeping you close in crowded hallways. real possessive.

“watch it,” he says to a senior who brushed your shoulder. “my cupcake’s kinda delicate.”

you: “i’m literally not? i want to be a hunter you’re being a cornball!”

caleb: just ruffles your hair with his soft grin.

•he puts “girlfriend 💕” as your contact name in his phone. when you try to change it, he changes his lockscreen to a blurry selfie of you mid-yawn captioned: cute little pipsqueak

honestly you don’t understand where it comes from, or why caleb suddenly tells everyone he’s your boyfriend. but eventually, you couldn’t care less.

•one day, when he was making his fussy eater (you) some braised chicken wings — you confront him about the rumor; and he just shrugs. the usual avoidance plastered on his face.

“everyone already thinks it. why not just… go with it?”

you: “why would you do that?”

he goes, suddenly quiet, expressive in a somber and yearning way: “because i wanted it to be true.”

•and he doesn’t look smug or cocky. he looks… soft.

and maybe you’re thinking about how he always saves you the last cookie. or he does your laundry because you hate it, or that he gives you piggy-back rides home because you get sassy that your feet hurt, or that he brought you a movie prop from your favorite movie… or how he lets you sleep in his arms in the attic…

how he always hovers.

how he yells at the TV for you during horror movies.

-> maybe it doesn’t sound so fake after all.

maybe next monday, you grab his hand in the hallway. by yourself, and the shock on his face… is all you needed to know to understand the intensity of his feelings…

maybe this time, the rumor becomes real.

[travination]

⚠️Zayne wedding banner kindle ⚠️ illusio ft. Dawnbreaker ( in case anyone hasn’t gotten it yet)

Again, not an avid poster, but I just wanted to share this. I think I broke my own heart when I did this. I was already sobbing throughout the whole entire card. I love Zayne so much. It’s actually insane. I want to give him all the love he deserves because the card already broke me but this added fuel to my sobbing mess. Anyways here TT