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Family portrait time 💖

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Lipstick (sylus x gen!reader)

Tags: fluff, established relationship, reader is gender-neutral, reader wears makeup , they kiss hehe, nicknames used: beloved, my beloved (Sylus calls you that) and sy (you call Sylus that), NOT PROOFREAD

A/N: aly ( @deusfoundry ) has indulged me too much once more for sylus x gill propaganda. (sigh) here we go. This is can be interpreted with your self ship or gen!reader too. Also a little bonus scene at the end . Yes the lipstick shade is based on what I used irl (it's also named skinny dipping , a peach nude color).

Wc : 0.3k words

"What do you think about my lipstick?” You ask Sylus, turning your neck towards his direction. He is sitting down on the bed you both share, with a satisfied smile and his ruby red eyes, gleaming with absolutely pride for you.

He doesn't answer immediately but rather gets up and approaches you, his height and build looming over you as he cups your cheeks. You smile back at him, leaning against his calloused palms with a content sigh.

“You look beautiful, ” His voice, deep and sweet— a contrast to his cold and arrogant tone when he conducts business. The side only you saw and a side he indulges in when he's with you, “Absolutely beautiful.”

He lowers himself down, kneeling down as he kisses your lips. You cup his cheeks, pressing him closer to you until you both broke away from it.

You glance back at the mirror, checking your makeup. Everything remains in place, except for one.

Your lipstick.

You looked to Sylus and laugh. Your lipstick transferred to his lips, leaving a visible color and presence that you were there. He laughs, grabbing your lipstick as he brings it close to you.

“Let me.” He says gently, bringing it to your lips now and letting color grace it once more.

���Sy, I can do —” You try to say, but he shushes you.

“I know, but let me do it.” He says again, his voice gentle yet with conviction for you to listen and sit still while he finished the job. He closes the lipstick minutes later, a proud smile on his face as you both looked into the mirror together.

“Beloved,” He whispers with utmost love in his voice. He kisses the side of your head.

“My beloved. ”

Bonus scene:

What shade even is this, sweetie?” Sylus asks, inspecting the lipstick like he held a protocore and was ready to sign a deal.

“Skinny dipping.” You answer.

He laughs, grinning at you.

“Pardon? What was that, sweetie?”

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I CAVED— i got another keychain too on the way😭😭😭

Another day another tiny keychain for me to get and decorate my bag (I hope it gets home safe)

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HI CATTE! big fan of ur works!! glad to see another wrio filo fan !!, can I request wrio trying to learn filo for Filipino!reader !! I think it's super cute and I feel like he would probably become fluent in secret to surprise you !!!!!

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

「 FEAT : 」  Wriothesley x GN! Filipino! reader

「 ### : 」  Fluff, some swearing, but overall very good vibes ♡ Reader can speak Tagalog! I'll be real this is super cheesy esp the tagalog dialogue but SUE ME I love cheesy shit and this is self indulgent. Written pre-4.1 release.Translation for Tagalog dialogue found at the end!

AAAA HI BABY ♡ I cannot express how happy this made me ?!?!? Like, I'm bumping it up on the prio because it made me sooo kilig when i read it HAHAHAH I hope you like it lots !! (also if any filos have corrections/improvement on the tagalog dialogue pls lmk because I am notttt the best at writing in tagalog dialogue lmao) also ! I changed it and made him, like, not super \ fluent yet at Tagalog, hence why imo some of his dialogue sounds a bit;;; like, practiced? textbook? if that makes sense? HAHAH

Wriothesley doesn't have some big, grand reason for doing any of this. It's not your birthday or your anniversary or anything like that. He's not meeting your parents and he sure isn't planning on proposing just yet.

In all honesty, it all started from a quick kiss you pressed to his cheek and a string of words in a foreign language whispered into his ear.

"What did you say?" he asks when you pull away, a small smile on your face.

"I said mahal kita," you tell him, a hand resting on his arm. Your eyes soften almost imperceptibly when you say the phrase again. You sound so damn fond when you say it, it makes his heart want to skip a beat. "It's one of the most common ways to say 'I love you' in Tagalog."

"Can you say it again?" He asks, and you easily comply.

Mahal kita. Mahal kita. Mahal kita. I love you. He turns the words over and over in his head, then tries to replicate how you pronounce it with his own tongue, but the words come out a bit funny thanks to his fontainese accent. He's not used to the intonation of the language and it shows, if your amused little laugh was anything to go by.

"Like this," you tell him after watching him struggle for a bit and taking mercy on his poor tongue. "Repeat after me." Then you open your mouth wide, so he can see how you do it.

"Ma."

"Ma?"

"-hull."

"-hull."

"Kih."

"Kih?"

"Mhm. Tah."

"Tah."

"Put all that together, and you get mahal kita."

He tries it again, but it still comes out a bit funky. Not at all like how you say it, sounding buttery smooth and practically dripping with charisma. Despite this, you still smile at him like he's given you the world in your palms, or like you're about to cry from happiness. You press your lips against his, stealing the air right from his lungs and making his eyes flutter shut. He can never get tired of kissing you, he thinks, and if messing up a little bit gets him this much affection, he can only imagine what you'd be like if he improved.

"Mahal din kita," you mumble against his lips, breaking away but not straying far.

After that, unbeknownst to you, Wriothesley picked up what is essentially (but not actually the title) a Tagalog for dummies book and hunted down a guard in the fortress who can speak the language enough for him to consult whenever merely reading the words on a page was not enough.

You've also begun to speak Tagalog more and more around him since finding out his interest in the language. You've even managed to correct his pronunciation a little bit, despite how new much of it was new to him.

("You have to roll your r's a bit more, Wrio. Like... like you're purring, i guess?" That, in particular, he heard quite often. Who knew that his mother tongue said their r's differently from yours? Certainly not him.)

He eats up every bit of advice you give him in passing when he tries to replicate whatever word or phrase you just said, quietly taking note in his head and repeating the phrases back to himself even when you're not around. He goes to that one guard he had dubbed as his 'Tagalog tutor' and peppers them with questions so often that he figures it warrants him to hand over a particularly generous bonus later on for letting him as much of a bother as he is.

And finally, after a good long while of giving it his best effort, his tutor deems him able to hold a conversation in Tagalog well enough, and promptly pushes him out the door, telling him to 'go get 'em, boss.' before hastily locking the door behind him.

When Wriothesley wanders back to your living quarters, reassuring himself that he's been practicing for this, for you, and that even if he gets it a little bit wrong, you're probably going to be happy either way. Probably.

"Sweetheart?" He calls, coming inside. He follows your faint 'over here' to find you on your bed in your casuals, relaxing for the day.

When you catch sight of him, you smile, beckoning him close, just to press a kiss to his lips when he leans over. "Hey," you say, grinning up at him.

"Kumusta ka? Namiss kita, mahal. " He says, the words coming out a soft murmur against your lips. You pause for a good while, jaw dropping and brows furrowing in confusion, and Wriothesley fears that he could have messed up somehow. Then a wide smile breaks across your face as you glow with absolute delight.

"Hoy, talaga?! Nagtatagalog ka?" You sit up to be eye-to-eye with him, and you see nothing short of pride in his eyes. One of your hands flies up to cover your mouth as you gasp. "Woah, ang galing mo!"

And oh, it's one of the cutest things you've ever seen from him— Wriothesley smiles, just s little bit, and the slightest hints of a blush dust his face. It's adorable to see how he reacts to your praise.

Wriothesley's eyes dart away from yours, one of the few tells of embarrassment you've ever seen from him. "Pasensya na, di pa ako magaling magtagalog. Nag aaral pa lang ako."

"Kahit na!" You're clearly enthused, happy and grinning and buzzing with energy. "Namiss din kita! Okay naman ako. Ikaw? Kumain ka na ba?" You're wide awake and looking up at him like he hung the stars in the sky for you. Wriothesley is smiling now too. All those hours and late nights trying his best to get the words right, and this was the very reason why.

"Mhm, kanina pa, bago pumunta ko dito." One of his hands reaches up to your face. The callouses and scars of his hand drags a giggle from you as he tries to rub the sleep from your eyes. "Sana nakatulog ka ng maayos."

And compared to when you first told him you love him in your language, his Tagalog has improved by leaps and bounds. Still affected by his accent, yes, but his hard work showed through. It is that and the tenderness in his voice that makes you break this little song and dance between the two of you. Your hand reaches up to hold the one cupping your cheek, letting you lean further into his palm.

"Were you intending to surprise me? Because you certainly did. In a good way, I mean."

Wriothesley chuckles. "I'm glad. Been trying to learn it since that first time, and I think I'm making some progress. Though anything more than a simple conversation is still a bit much for me."

"Kahit na," you repeat yourself, "You're amazing! You got so good! Oh, we are going to have so much fun having secret conversations that no one else can understand."

He playfully quirks an eyebrow at that. "While that's definitely going to be some fun, I really wanted to learn how to, ah, tell you that I love you back."

"Oh." Again, you pause. "Well. Here's your chance, I guess." And you smile at him again, the one that has his heart skipping a beat. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him into your space, you press your forehead against his and close your eyes. He can feel your breath tickle against his lips, and he almost sighs in response.

"Mahal kita, Wriothesley."

"Mahal din kita, my love."

Translation:

"Kumusta ka? Namiss kita, mahal. " — "How are you? I missed you, love."

"Hoy, talaga?! Nagtatagalog ka? — "Hey, really?! You're actually speaking Tagalog?"

"Pasensya na, di pa ako magaling magtagalog. Nag aaral pa lang ako." — (spoken sorta formally) "Sorry, I'm not very good at speaking Tagalog yet. I'm still learning."

"Kahit na!" "Namiss din kita! Okay naman ako. Ikaw? Kumain ka na ba?" — "Even so!" "I missed you too! I'm fine. What about you? Have you eaten yet?"

"Mhm, kanina pa, bago pumunta ko dito." "Sana nakatulog ka ng maayos." — "Mhm, I did earlier, just before I came here." "Hopefully you had a good nap."

"Mahal kita, Wriothesley." — "I love you, Wriothesley."

"Mahal din kita, my love." — "I love you too, my love."

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filo! CALEB FOR 3!!!!! (or whatever i dont play basketball)

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Ugh my fit is so cute

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sometimes I think about how emperor!jing yuan would dismiss every court etiquette for a beautiful songstress or humble shop owner, because he’s quite taken by the warmth in your eyes and the playful dimple in your sweet smile. something that’s so sincere yet so desolate in the palace he calls home, and perhaps he shouldn’t keep visiting you under the guise of another identity, but that’s how he knows your feelings are true in your heart of gold and not influenced by his royal status. and if you’ll have him, he promises to make sure you’re well cared for and loved by him through every step in making you his empress.

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🍎 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ sa'yo

— synopsis: caleb is that guy—top student, basketball varsity star, and the campus crush™. everyone either wants to be him or be with him. but despite all that, he’s got exactly one soft spot: you. his childhood friend, his top 2 rival, and apparently, the only person whose water bottle he steals after every game like it’s a normal thing. (it’s not. the entire school is losing their minds. you included.) [i don't even know if this has a clear storyline lol]

— note/s: guys can u tell im failing filipino 💔i love reading filo aus but oml i cannot write them properly... anyways if anythings wrong here uhh just know that i suck at filipino and know nothing abt basketball.. also wrote this while listening to sa'yo by silent sanctuary. i js wrote this for fun so... idk i might actually write more filo caleb BUT IDK. also ignore the time HAHA im physically incapable of writing fluff im so sorry gang

"tagal mo, pipsqueak," he mutters, falling into step beside you.

you roll your eyes. "di mo naman kailangang hintayin ako, y’know."

"hindi kita hinihintay," he deadpans. "nagkataon lang na wala akong choice."

you scoff, but before you can respond, he suddenly nudges your shoulder. "manood ka bukas," he says, and you already know what he's talking about.

you raise an eyebrow. "bakit, kailangan mo ng lucky charm?"

caleb smirks. "no. pero baka mawalan ako ng gana maglaro ‘pag wala ka sa bleachers."

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the gym is packed, the air thick with heat and anticipation. the entire school seems to be crammed into the bleachers, screaming at the top of their lungs as the varsity team dominates the court. and leading them, of course, is caleb.

top student, top athlete, top campus crush. basically, everyone’s favorite.

you, on the other hand, are just here because you got dragged along by your friends. not that you mind watching the game—you’ve been watching caleb play since you were kids. it’s just funny seeing everyone go feral over someone you used to see trip over his own shoelaces.

he’s in the zone, eyes locked on the ball, muscles tense as he fakes out a defender before making a perfect jump shot. the crowd erupts, chanting his name.

"CAL-EB! CAL-EB!"

tara elbows you. "girl, bakit ka ang chill lang? kung ibang babae ‘yan, himatay na sa kilig."

you roll your eyes. "it’s just caleb. ano bang bago?"

gideon snickers behind you. "psh. easy to say ‘pag ikaw lang ‘yung paborito niyang abalahin."

you’re about to argue, but the halftime buzzer rings. the team jogs to the sidelines, drenched in sweat, and caleb, of course, heads straight toward you.

you don’t even flinch when he grabs the water bottle from your hands, unscrews the cap, and takes a long drink—like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

"did he just—" "that’s her water, right?" "WILD. wala man lang hesitation?"

tara stares at you. "girl."

"what?" you say flatly, pretending you don’t notice the way everyone’s staring.

caleb hands the bottle back to you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "thanks, pipsqueak."

"you have your own water," you say, unimpressed.

he shrugs. "’di masarap ‘yung sa akin."

tara makes a choked noise beside you.

gideon just laughs, shaking his head. "grabe ka talaga, man."

caleb doesn’t acknowledge it. he just reaches over and ruffles your hair like he didn’t just indirectly kiss you in front of half the school.

"cheer ka louder sa second half," he says, grinning. "para 'di ako tamarin."

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Caleb brainrot...ugh

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forever in love with girl dad Sylus🫶🏻🫶🏻

He'd 100% do this

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I hope my f/os have a photo of me in their wallet

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!!رمضان مبارك

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My lipgloss looks so nice— i wanna kiss caleb and zayne with it

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a scenario where caleb lies about wanting kids. He does want kids but the time is just not right.

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i miss my husband zayne

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NO NO ASK HOW WE GOT THERE (please don't youre gonna open a can of worms)

Girl dad caleb this girl dad caleb that no no may I present to you grandpa caleb

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Girl dad caleb this girl dad caleb that no no may I present to you grandpa caleb