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peachylynnie · 2 days ago

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sick

word count: 1.8k synopsis: in which sylus sneaks into your apartment and finds you sick. yet, you're not resting. why? contains: sylus x mc!reader (they're not dating but sylus is pining and reader is confused), reader is implied to be in college, slightly obsessive sylus, mentions of violence and sickness, cussing, and fluff. a/n: i got sick yesterday. what better way to rest than to write about sylus?

you don't want to admit it. you really don't. but you're sick. there's no denying that with how short of breath you are, how nauseous you feel, and the goddamn soreness in the back of your throat that didn't go away with the first sip of water.

"shit…" you mumble as you sluggishly move to empty the dishwasher as your roommate asked. it's bad enough that you were sick, but you were also stressed out of your mind. midterms have been kicking your ass this semester. big assignments have been piling up on your already heavy shoulders. in essence, this was a burnout month, and all that lack of sleep and unparalleled stress had finally caught up to you. in the form of a cold, that is.

"of all the times," you grumble as you struggle to stack the dishes in the cabinet. "why now…" indeed, this was a terrible time to get sick. how were you to complete all your tasks while feeling absolutely miserable? you glance at the microwave clock in desperation. 10:00 PM, it read. although you meant to sigh a breath of relief, you let out a painful cough. maybe you could finish an assignment or two by midnight. that way, you can focus on studying tomorrow, you thought to yourself.

you sniff as you return to the dishwasher to unload the rest of the dishes. as much as you were happy for your roommate leaving for the weekend to finally see her family, you couldn't help but feel resentful. why were you here struggling to do the dishes while she got to have fun? shaking your head at your bitter thoughts, you bend down, trying to grab the utensils from the dishwasher. keyword: trying.

the sudden pair of strong arms that wrapped around you prevented you from doing so. normally, you would've swiftly elbowed the person behind you and turned around to land a quick blow that would have them seeing stars. instead, you exhale shakily. you recognize the mysterious backhugger's scent. the scent of sweet wine and sharp citrus. sylus.

how the hell did he get in? you don’t remember giving him a spare key when you told him your address. you look behind you, angling your head to meet his garnet eyes. "i did not give you my address just so you can sneak in like this," you say, trying your best not to sound like you're dying.

unfortunately, the nasal tone of your voice does not go unnoticed by sylus. instead of offering his usual quips, sylus furrows his brows and unclasps his right arm from your waist. you try not to flinch at the chill of his slender fingers touching your forehead. he frowns. "you're sick."

you immediately avert your gaze. "i'm not sick," you mutter as you try to bend down once more to grab the stupid utensils from the dishwasher. sylus doesn't let go. this time, he spins you around with his left arm, making sure that he can see you properly.

"you're burning up, sweetie." sylus says as flips the hand on your forehead for good measure. "you're sick and you know it."

you roll your eyes, squirming to get out of his grip. you did not want sylus to see you like this. a sick, miserable mess incapable of doing something as simple as emptying the dishwasher. you had an image to uphold after all. being vulnerable with someone like him could mean getting hurt again. last time you were vulnerable with someone… well, let's say you learned your lesson.

weakly, you push at sylus' arm around your waist with your small hands. you try not to think about how minuscule they looked next to sylus' deliciously veiny forearms. great, you're sick, and your mind decides to lust after sylus' arms. you shiver at your thoughts and attempt to push sylus' grip away once more. normally, escaping sylus' hold would be a reasonable task for you. after all, your sparring sessions with him prepared you to get out of sticky situations. but you were sick and exhausted out of your mind. all you could manage was a feeble squirm.

sylus' gaze moves from his hand on your forehead to your eyes. your half-lidded baggy eyes. his frown deepens. you looked extremely fatigued. your face was noticeably pale, and your intake of breath was short. not to mention, sylus could see the slight wince of pain whenever you tried to swallow your saliva. sylus sighs as he removes his hand on your forehead and replaces it with his own. you were neglecting yourself again.

under normal circumstances, you would've shied away from sylus' physical advancements. his hand on the small of your back? an immediate flinch and glare, signaling him to stop. a tap on the crown of your head? a swift jerk of your neck and avoidance of eye contact. instead—again, you blame it on your exhaustion—you tiredly close your eyes, relishing in sylus' cool forehead against your heated one. no resistance to be shown.

you don't see it, but sylus' sharp eyes soften at the sight of you accepting his touch. even with the eye bags and ghastly skin, you looked ethereal. like an angel sent from heaven to save him from his own solitary hell. as much as he wants to savor this moment of you finally giving into his touch, sylus knows what he must do. you're unwell and unrested. you need to be in bed immediately.

"you should be in bed, sweetie." sylus murmurs as he pulls away from your forehead. you try not to sulk at the loss of the soothing chill of his skin. though, not without feeling conflicted because why you would even sulk about him? for god's sake, he was a criminal. he's taken countless lives. not to mention, he choked you upon meeting you, called you a disappointment, and tried to alter you after three straight days of relentless attempts at a forced resonation… just thinking about him drives you nuts and being driven nuts is the last thing you want right now.

"i'm fine, sylus." it was your turn to pull away, trying to put as much distance between you two as his firm grip around your waist would allow. "besides, nothing a little old tea can't fix."

with that, you turn to face the dishwasher and reach for the utensils for the umpteenth time of the night. sylus sighs and pinches his nose bridge with his free hand. as much as he admired your stubbornness, he could not help but resent it at times like these. times when you were in desperate need of a break. before you can grab the utensils, you feel yourself get lifted off the ground effortlessly.

sylus' arm on your waist had moved to your shoulder, and his other arm was hooked under your thighs. he had you in bridal style in less than a second. your eyes widen, realizing the sudden change in positions. "what are you doing?!" you cough painfully. "put me down!"

you do your best to escape sylus' new grip on you by kicking your legs and squirming uncontrollably, but it was hopeless. you were weakened due to your sickness, and sylus was determined to make sure you looked only at him instead of the goddamn dishwasher. one more look at it, and he swears he's gonna break it with his evol.

quickly and confidently, sylus exits the kitchen with you in his arms and arrives at what he guesses is your shared bedroom with your roommate. he tries not to get distracted by the fact that this is his first time in your room. god, the entire space smelled so much like you, he wanted to become one with it and watch you forever and ever. dismissing his intrusive thoughts, sylus gently places you down on your bed and starts to cover you in your blanket.

"wait, sylus," you start, trying to get up. "i have to empty the dishwasher. i have homework, too." sylus tuts as he shakes his head, his messy silver locks following suit. although he doesn't respond, sylus continues to spread out your blanket. you furrow your eyebrows at his strange behavior. "sylus…" you whine. you actually whined. something you never thought you would do, especially in front of sylus. you could feel his intense gaze prick at you like little needles. you avoid his gaze, hoping to hide your flustered state.

adorable. that's what you are. incredibly adorable to the point sylus wants to grab your chin and force you to look at him as he coaxes more and more of your pretty whines out of you.

trying to fight his indecent thoughts, sylus locks eyes with you, a firm yet pleading look on his face. "you need to rest, sweetie," he leans in to adjust your pillow. "you won't get anything done in this state." you try to protest again, but sylus beats you to it. "rest. i'll take care of everything."

well, fuck. how can you say no when sylus, in all of his gorgeous glory, is centimeters from your face, telling you that he will take care of everything and asking you to do the one thing you've been longing to do for a very long time? besides, you felt sleepy ever since sylus took you in his arms. just this once. just this once, you'll allow yourself to be vulnerable with him. so that you can rest, of course. totally not because sylus had a way of comforting you so sweetly and breaking your defensive walls so charmingly.

your labored breathing slows as you cautiously nod. "fine," you yawn. "the utensils go in the very left drawer of the island while the pots and pans go in the stove oven, and…" you can feel sleep beckoning for you as you continue to list instructions. sylus can't help the grin that appears on his face as he watches your cute blinks grow in intervals.

"noted, sweetie." he caresses a stray hair strand out of your face. "i'll make sure everything is back where they belong." like you to him. though, he doesn't say that part out loud. maybe another day. when you are no longer wary of him and are willing to acknowledge his very obvious affection for you. deep in his fantasy, sylus almost misses your cute snores. he chuckles, taking this chance to admire you now that you've fallen asleep.

you truly were an angel. the way your eyebrows furrowed here and there in your sleep. the way your plump lips parted at times. the way your button nose twitched sporadically. oh, sylus loved it all. he could watch you sleep forever. but he had a better task at hand: to take care of you. he assured you that he would take care of everything. and sylus is a man of his words. carefully to not wake you, sylus cups your face with his right hand. closing his own eyes, he places a delicate kiss on your forehead.

"rest well, sweetie. i'll see you soon."

#i wrote this while sick #be proud of me #sylus x reader #lnds sylus #love and deepspace sylus #lads sylus #love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace fic #sylus x y/n #sylus x you

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peachylynnie · 3 months ago

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biopsy and bad habits

synopsis: in which sylus breaks your bad habit while you wait for your biopsy appointment.

tw: mentions of anesthetics, injections, stitches, dental stuff, cuts, reader is kinda sensitive, idk if sylus is ooc, recently established relationship, light references to razor's dance, takes place in LADS lore (?), kind of proofread, and first fanfic phew.

rating: fluff, comfort, and a smidge of ansgt

word count: 1.4k

author's notes: i wrote this on the way to my biopsy. i need this man. he seems affectionate in the audio dramas, so i made him affectionate here.

"you're shaking, love."

your leg stops mid-shake. releasing your lips from the claws of your teeth, you look up at him. even with how harsh the fluorescent lights are, he really was breathtaking.

"i'm sorry. i'm just really nervous right now. who knows how bad the stitches are going to hurt, let alone the injections?" you look away from him, trying to find something—anything that would calm your anxious heart down.

the view isn't helping, really. white walls, white tiles—the whole place was devoid of color. although that is the norm for a medical setting, it brings you no comfort at all. unable to find an outlet for your nervousness, your legs start shaking again. sylus grips your thigh, trying to ease your restlessness.

"it's a biopsy, sweetie. it'll end quickly, and you'll be fine."

this time, you glare at him. nevermind the fact that you're shooting daggers at the infamous leader of onychinus. no, you need to teach your silver-tongued, silver-haired boyfriend a lesson.

"easy for you to say. you DO know how an oral biopsy works, right? they're going to cut off a piece of my mouth and stitch it back together. how am i supposed to be fine?"

"y/n?"

you jerk away from sylus, flinching at your name being called by the dentist. at this point, your whole body is trembling, and you can't help but bite your lips again. as adorable as you look, sylus cannot stand seeing you so afraid. normally, he would relish in your antsy demeanor. after all, he was the one who caused them. seeing your doe eyes widen with fear but also with a lace of excitement whenever he pinned you down was just so damn intoxicating. however, what he saw right now wasn't a cute feline on edge. he saw a poor kitten, quivering uncontrollably with no source of warmth. he had to do something.

sylus frowns at the dentist with his sharp red eyes and juts his chin towards the transparent door the latter walked out of. "give us a moment." the dentist nods and recedes back to their office, taking note of how scared you were.

sylus averts his focus back to you. unable to witness your state any longer, he cups your chin. "y/n."

meeting his scarlet eyes, you can feel your tears threatening to spill. usually, you would flush upon locking eyes with sylus. he really was the most gorgeous man you have ever met. his dreamy pearly hair brought out his intricate ruby eyes. his nose was carefully crafted, and his jaw was just so enticingly sharp that you swear it could cut your own skin. and you were more than okay with that. and yet here you were, on the verge of crying from locking eyes with your boyfriend.

why were you even here? let alone inconveniencing your boyfriend by asking him to accompany you to the dentist? why was this happening to you? one bad x-ray read from your usual dentist, and next thing you know, you get referred to another dentist for a biopsy...

seeing your teary-eyed state, sylus tenses. one can't blame the man. he was used to your brave demeanor, taking down dangerous wanderers as if they were nothing and always prioritizing the safety of others. where was the hunter who dared to tell him what he could and could not do?

sylus drags his thumb softly along your jaw. "you have faced far scarier things than this." he kisses your forehead tenderly. you blink rapidly, not quite used to his gentle side just yet. "you can do this, y/n" he brings you into a hug. your eyes widen, feeling his muscular arms wrap around you. "i know you can."

the dam finally breaks, and you sob hysterically, reciprocating your boyfriend's warm embrace. "i-i'm sorry," you hic uncontrollably. "i'm j-just so s-scared of the p-pain." if only you could see sylus's smile right now. such an affectionate smile with fond eyes that only you could plant on his face. you can feel him nodding on your shoulder along with his hands patting your back. "it's j-just last time i-i had local a-anesthesia, it hurt so f-fucking bad," you continue.

sylus pulls away, gazing at you lovingly. yes, he was used to your courageous and bold antics that never failed to amuse him. but, he didn't hate this side of you either. there truly never was a dull moment with you.

"i know, sweetie. but, you need to bear through it so that the procedure won't hurt as much." he wipes you tears away. "besides, this biopsy is necessary so that we can know what exactly that thing is on the x-ray."

you sniff as hard as you could. god, you probably looked a mess right now. you could already feel how swollen your eyes were and how moist your lips were from all the snot dripping down. "i d-don't..." you take a moment to wipe your nose. "i don't care about the results."

sylus chuckles. again, never a dull moment with you. every single moment spent with you lit a harsh yet pleasurable flame in his icy heart. now that he has seen both your strong and vulnerable sides, he must keep that flame alive. what better way than to keep you by his side as his lover? perhaps he felt this way the moment you stumbled into the N109 zone that fateful day. no, he's felt this way ever since he first met you, but that is a talk for another day.

"you're worried about some temporary pain rather than the possibility that there might be something wrong with your lower jaw?" sylus raises a brow teasingly. despite the serious potential that there might actually be something wrong, sylus doesn't show his worry. even if there was something wrong, he would use all his manpower and fortune to employ the best of doctors and dentists to ensure you would be fine. after all, he needed his future bride to be alive and well. but for now, he would ease your nervousness in the best way he knew how: riling you up. "your priorities are a bit questionable, sweetie."

your eyebrows furrow immediately. sylus grins upon seeing your defiant side return. all of your tears dried up instantly, and your pout turned into a scowl. it was as if your body was hardwired to react to sylus's relentless teasing. the big, bad boss of onychinus loved the fact that he was the only one capable of causing these visceral reactions.

you took a deep breath. of course his gentle facade wasn't going to last long. what were you thinking? "listen here, you little-"

"y/n?" you jolt out of your seat upon hearing the dentist call upon you.

"yes?" you respond with gritted teeth, ignoring sylus's chuckles.

"i'm sorry but we must start your appointment," the dentist says with a tone of pity.

"right," you take a moment to inhale and exhale. "my apologies," you walk sheepishly towards the office door. oh lord, how long did you delay your appointment. you shouldn’t have let sylus distract you, like he always does.

you look back at sylus before you could enter. he leans back against the small chair with his arms crossed. he looks smug as if he accomplished something. with legs spread wide, he tilts his head to the side. "you stopped shaking, by the way."

blinking confusedly, you ask, "what do you mean?"

sylus chuckles once more, enjoying your curious face. you remind him so much of a kitten. "you stopped shaking and crying, sweetie."

you pat your face several times with your hands. "oh," you murmur, realizing that your hands were absent of salty fluids and your eyes were relieved of their tiredness from swelling up. now that you think about it, your leg doesn't hurt as much from your habit of shaking it like how you would shake mephisto out of annoyance.

you look back at your boyfriend, who looked oh so satisfied with his signature smirk. normally, you would attempt to wipe off that aggravating look on his face. but, instead, you give him a look of gratitude and walk into the office. after all, he did just relieve you of your anxiety and possibly your bad habit of shaking your leg. closing the door, you sigh endearingly. you really can't do without him.

#sylus x reader #lnds sylus #lads sylus #love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #lads x you #lads x reader #sylus x you #sylus x mc #sylus x y/n

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