#but yeah sylus would be loud

[wolfofcelestia]

Thinking about how sex with Sylus would be just

So loud

He doesn't care about holding back his voice. He doesn't want to. If he's indulging in you, he aims to indulge in his appreciation, his reverence, and his love for you to the point of sin

And he knows how his voice riled you up. He can feel it. The way you squeeze around his cock when he moans your name in your ear with that deep, rich voice that pulls you under his spell. The way your slick coats the entire length of his shaft when his desperate and greedy hums reverberate through his chest

His voice is all you can hear when he's got you pinned down under him and when he tells you between breathless panting that he wants to hear your voice too, that he wants to hear how good he's making you feel, your voice joins him without a second thought, weaving together with his in a dizzying cacophony of slow, raw affection, adoration, and frenetic energy that pull you both down into a reckless free fall

[monogamia]

not me haunting your asks in every single blog you own 😈 sooo, do you write parents!au? bc I wanted to request some scenario abt how sylus, caleb and xavier would react to their kids telling u to shut up. I KNOW ITS WEIRD BUT ITS A OLD TREND I THINK?? anyway, love ya babe 💘💋💋

੭⠀ A little prank.

⋆⠀AUTHOR'S NOTES: I love parents!au so much 😭

⋆⠀FEATURING: Xavier, Sylus, Caleb.

⋆⠀WARNING: English is not my first language, so it may contain some mistakes.

Your son’s favorite pastime was annoying his father, and he was certainly better at it than anyone else. Not only that, but he also managed to convince you to help with yet another one of his… pranks.

The boy smiled when he saw his father heading to the kitchen and turned back to his video game. Not long after, you walked into the room with something in hand. “Sweetheart, could you take this—”

“Shut up, mom,” he tried to say in an irritated tone, but a smile was plastered across his face.

𝜗ৎ ⠀⠀XAVIER

Not even five seconds had passed before your son was groaning in pain, Xavier’s slipper lying on the couch beside him after hitting the back of his head squarely. “Dad—”

Xavier raised the other slipper, pointing it at the boy. “Apologize. Now,” he said, his eyebrows furrowing. “Is that any way to talk to your mother?”

“But I was busy, and she—” Once again, the boy didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence, the other slipper flying straight at him. Xavier crossed his arms, his gaze fixed on his son.

You widened your eyes and placed a hand on your husband’s shoulder, squeezing it lightly. “Okay, okay, it was a… joke, just a prank.”

Xavier gave a faint smirk, glancing at you. “…Yeah, I knew that.” He pulled you into a hug, sticking his tongue out at your son. “You think I’d stop at that if I saw him disrespecting you like that?”

𝜗ৎ ⠀⠀SYLUS

Sylus prided himself on being an exemplary father. He was patient, fun—or so he thought—and wealthy. I mean, surely his son was already having a better childhood than most people who came from the same place Sylus had, right?

And perhaps it was exactly that freedom and comfort in his presence that made the boy feel confident enough to make that kind of joke.

“I must’ve misheard. Definitely,” Sylus said loud enough for both of you to hear. You turned away so he wouldn’t see your expression, while your son simply grimaced.

“Dad, she could’ve just asked one of my uncles to go—or, I don’t know, gone herself!” the boy said, spinning the pieces of a pistol between his fingers.

Sylus’s steps were almost inaudible; it was as if he had teleported to his son’s side. He crossed his arms, an irritated expression on his face. His son had never seen that look before—at least, not directed at him.

“Don’t you dare talk to your mother like that under this roof,” he said. “I don’t care if she could’ve asked someone else—if she tells you to do something, you do it. She brought you into this world.”

The boy couldn’t hold back his laughter, bursting out in hysterics. Your husband opened his mouth to say something but stopped when he saw you laughing as well. He let out a sigh, rubbing his face. “You too now?”

𝜗ৎ ⠀⠀CALEB

Honestly, your son was expecting Caleb to yell at him or chase after him, but it was even more terrifying to see him stay silent, slowly turning to face the boy.

He froze, setting the video game controller down on the coffee table. Caleb’s eyes stayed fixed on him, and his silence lingered just long enough to make the boy shift uncomfortably under the stare.

When Caleb finally spoke, his voice was strangely calm—and that wasn’t exactly a good thing. “You have five seconds to do as your mother said and come back here, and another five to apologize and explain yourself.”

You let out an awkward laugh before wrapping your arms around your husband. “It was just a joke, I swear.” Caleb glanced at you, slipping a hand under your shirt to give you a pinch. “Ouch! It was his idea!”

He rolled his eyes but let out a relieved laugh, despite his irritation with your newfound way of spending free time. “I should’ve known.”

[erensfeed]

⤷ actor!rafayel:

was the first guy you really clicked with after the chemistry read when you were both cast. he matched your energy and made you laugh SO much, all while keeping you comfortable enough to act out all your lines together. from there, you and the casting directors just knew he was going to be the perfect rafayel.

is the main one playing pranks on the entire cast and crew, followed by caleb and luke & kieran. one time, he got you a small present box and wrote on a sticky note “4 the cutest;)” next to it. you smiled and opened it thinking it was probably a necklace or some accessory of some sort. instead, that.. thing — was a tiny realistic looking rat toy. shrieking his name so loud it almost echoed throughout the entire set, you tossed aside the box in panic. and slightly yet jokingly on the verge of tears, you vowed that you would get him back for that as the rest of the cast and crew burst into laughter when they heard your wails from your open trailer.

flirty af with you on blooper reels & winks with this grin, at the camera whenever any of you mess up a line that comes out inappropriately instead.

your blooper reels are hilarious. one time, you messed up a line after closing the door, so you had to step outside and reopen it to start over again. but just as you stepped outside and reached for the handle, rafayel darted over and locked it. you called out his name in disbelief, and the whole filming set burst out laughing. in fact, the name you called the most on set was his.

this guy literally fake trips over, every now and then and stays that way dramatically. “rafayel—” you’d say like a tired parent whenever you walked over to get him, hoping he wasn’t actually dead like he acts.

on twitter (x) & instagram, he follows the hashtag of the ship name for you and him and likes edits of (you) both.

he’s literally so outgoing, funny and charismatic with fans and remembers each of them he sees irl. he often goes live on instagram and is the most interactive and talkative with them as well. ‘no way you made that edit? ohmygod please send that to me’. yes, the fanpage sent the non watermark version edit to him and he followed them so fast in return. the edits still saved on his phone to this day.

is 100% best friends with all the guys but it is so obvious that he is locked iinnn with xavier and caleb.

during a 'generated questions' interview game starring you, rafayel and thomas, one of the questions he got asked was who his celebrity crush was. locking eyes with you, he said your name with a small smile. (brb writing and posting a quick drabble on this)

was actually a big help in composing & finalizing the soundtracks for misty invasion & wander in wonder. and ofc his (favorites): omnipotent perception & gem affection.

he actually loves cats and that ginger cat in that one scene was actually his. that’s why the cat licked his finger because he knows his owner. yes he’s a cat and dog guy.

noticeably gazes at you every chance he gets, yet somehow everrryooone else but you seem to notice.

⤷ actor!sylus:

everytime you think you can finally beat him in a staring competition, you get reminded and humbled on why you couldn’t. and you swore the last time you did, that his gaze flickered down to your lips. ‘mm no you’re seeing things.’

teasing af in lots of (unreleased) bloopers with you like there’s no tomorrow. and unlike rafayel, instead of pranking you, he actually jumpscares you the most instead.

and in most of the bloopers, it’s so evident that all the guys he acts certain scenes with, fight off the urges to make out with him after he winked at them whenever they forgot their lines because of him. he places second to rafayel for who winks or flirts the most & at the camera.

every woman on that set has had a dream about this man. one would think tara would be interested in xavier since she’s around you both a lot more and her character kind of is a fangirl for xavier. yeah no, this girl is head over heels in love with sylus instead.

is also every straight man’s crush, obviously surpassing ryan reynolds. he’s younger and a biker cmon.

is so good with every kid who comes across his path. one time after shooting, he carried two of the main director’s little kids. one was sitting on his shoulders and the other one wrapped around his leg after he took them out to get anything they wanted. yes he spent his paycheck on them. also on you too cause he gets you stufff. he got everyone else things too except rafayel that day, only because he heard he scared you earlier. he actually secretly fist bumped rafayel and did get him something, bc he would have done the same.

thirst tweets made about him are INSANE. when reading them on interviews hosted by buzzfeed celeb, he often flirts with the fans. ‘why don’t you come find out’ he winked once as a reply to a certain tweet. the tweet was someone wondering about something about him in the bedroom. his favorite one was when someone said they can’t wait for him to be a dilf.

the both of you completely improvised that scene where your characters fancily dressed up to find out the location of the aether core. yes the ‘have fun 💳’ and ‘don’t bother me with such trivial matters’ and ‘your offer will make people think im broke, wouldn’t want that sweetie’ lines. this scene displays your skyrocketing chemistry and friendship soooo baddd. and it took only one take too was the crazy thing.

adjusts your hair whenever it looks out of place when filming. one time he reached out, eyes meeting yours. ‘may i?’ and with your approving nod, he gently smoothened a stray strand. his fingers lingered for a moment before pulling back, a small smile on his lips as he caught you still looking up at him. technically, that was the only time you won an unofficial staring competition between you because he shyly ended up looking away first, but of course he wouldn’t tell you that.

⤷ actor!zayne:

was the first guy you had a mini crush on. because literally the first time you made him smile, it felt like the only true and final accomplishment of your life.

has a doberman he kinda grew up with and brings on set after filming from time to time.

actually has a distaste for carrots irl. caleb being the little silly head he was, gifted him semi-huge carrot plushies as part of his birthday gift to him.

the pool table scene above actually became both of your favorites because filming it was so memorable. the screenwriters had intentionally and separately asked the two of you to choose which one of their next written scenes you’d love to film together. and although you and him wouldn’t have minded any of them, you still chose. you both didn’t know the other would match each other’s freak by choosing this said scene. soon you knew and that you loved one another even more that day. now, when it came to acting it out… that was another story.

the first take of where he gently grabbed you by the waist, pulling you on top of him on the pool table, and on top of that smirking up at you was all too much for you. all you could do was breathlessly giggle uncontrollably while covering your face due to the fact that your entire body and face grew hot, because you were so flushed by being that close to him.

now, it was your turn to be laying on the pool table after he switched positions. the way you watched as he grabbed the cue stick and leaned down over you as he told you to ‘watch closely’, had him chuckling and apologizing instead. ‘sorry, sorry’ he waved a hand in front of his face apologetically, looking away from you yet still failing to hide the blush creeping onto his face. and when he had the courage to look back at you, ‘hi’ was simply what he said with a sheepish grin making you and the filming crew still laugh through the 8th retake of that scene. if only you knew your eyes were his weakness.

during your travel to film in snowcrest / the artic, the amount of snowball fights you two had was insane. then after. you made lots of snowmen and snow angels. and in order for you not to get cold he got you lots of hot chocolate and helped warm your hands up with his whenever you were cold. like one time, when the main director was telling you both what he wanted from you in the scenes, he had a feeling that your hands could be cold so he interlocked his fingers with yours as the director spoke.

he is the thoughtful parent friend to be honest and also quite the gift giving male friend because he buys you (as well as the other co-stars) lots of things. you would think he was a doctor the way he took care of you guys.

you and the fans favorite blooper reel was when him and sylus were talking using a helium balloon. either that or when you both kissed on his birthday scene and he said he was the luckiest guy in the world.

of the four and their bromance, rafayel & xavier are clear boyfriends while zayne and sylus are husbands.

one time, he posted a pic with sylus and you openly commented ‘zaddies’ making everyone quake, especially the fact he not only pinned it, but responded “hi baby”.

⤷ actor!xavier:

eeveryone calls and knows xavier is your shadow.

seriously. because this guy is always seen together with you. there’s rarely moments he’s not around you really… on and off set. paparazzis left and right almost always see you two together, and that of course sparked rumors on whether or not you two had a thing or have a thing going on.

it didn’t help that on instagram at first, he only used to follow 2 social media accounts. yours and loveanddeepspace. some fans and blogs speculated that it may be because he was dating you. others doubted that though because it was clear that the other guys probably genuinely liked you as well and there was no way you were dating any of them because they were your co-stars in this show since you wouldn’t risk breaking up while acting. all of that whole thing made both of you publicly come out to clear up all the dating rumors. yet nobody except your crews and co-stars, fully believe you two in particular for some reason.

speaking of co-stars, you and xavier are victims to rafayel’s and caleb’s pranks. but whenever they get you specifically, he plots something with sylus and zayne to get back at them for you.

out of all of you, this man curses the most when forgetting his lines — caleb is a close second. ‘shit ‘m sorry.’ has gotta be his go-to. couple of 'fucks' and 'dammits' here and there are also present in his vocab. also, he does this thing whenever he messes up where he covers the upper half of his face with one hand in embarrassment as giggles emit from the two of you. *laughing with you and the crew during a failed take*: ‘i swear it’s way harder than it looks — pretending to half awake and remembering what to say at the same time...crazy’

you surprisingly sleep on set more than he does and it’s always in xavier’s characters’ bedroom too. have you seen the room they gave this guy’s character? insanely comfortable. after filming for the day, and you fall asleep on that bed, and whenever xavier hears you waking up, he’s always there purposely in your face and ready to play around by saying ‘we just had another mini pizza party you just missed’ making you tiredly smile and lightly smack him with a pillow.

the two of you have a lot dancing moments together. either just dancing for fun, to ease off tension or just waltzing. on the blooper reel for his birthday scene, when you were both warming up by waltzing together, you jokingly asked him ‘how come i don’t see these moves in the bedroom?’ he let go of you as he looked at you in utter mock disbelief ‘girl —’ causing you to let out bashful laughs at him.

xavier with all his fangirls though ? the cutest ever. numerous tiktoks and tweets repost pictures with each fan girls because he literally looks like their boyfriend with how he takes pics with them. like this guy makes it worth it to meet him. they usually gift him a lot of cute things and he hugs them. and it doesn’t help that his hugs are so comforting bye. he is literally a whole charming prince too and the perfect guy to have a celebrity crush on.

below are some comments you’d see on those ship posts of you and xavier:

xavierslullaby: OHMYGOD THE WAY HE WAS LOOKING AT HER WHAT starfishylover021: bro the way he kissed her cheek wtfff that shld be meeee sylustruewife: guys i need this man or a beer rn or im gonna be sick

or * shared posts with fangirls:

loveanddeebussy: AYO WHO TF ARE THESE RANDOM WOMEN NEXT TO MY BABY DADDY. ⤷ theweekndsexygf replied to loveanddeebussy: girl..sorry to break it to you but that’s my husband. ⤷ erensfeed replied to theweekndsexygf: ummLMFAO im coming to you both as a woman...

extras your honors: rafayel & sylus playfully pick on you often, zayne & xavier protect you from them. they all smell so good. are actually great chefs. and are obviously all crushing on you.

— also guys lemme know if you want more or with caleb bc a girl has ideas and couldn’t fit them all in here.

update: .˚𐚁 {part 2}

©2024 ERENSFEED. all rights reserved.

[sserpente]

Gifts and Roses

The other day, you saw a trend going around on the Internet where girlfriends shove some flowers into their boyfriends’ hands when they come home and then close the door on them only to then pretend their boyfriends got them for them. Now that sounds like way too much fun to pass up. Good thing Sylus is about to pick you up…

A/N: I saw this on the clock app just now and ran to write this. Have fun!

Words: 1162 Warnings: fluff

The trend was all over the Internet. It was funny if anything and your fingers were itching to try it with Sylus. For the laughs. And his reaction.

He was on his way to you now to pick you up to stay with him in the N109 zone over the weekend, spending some time with him, training together…perhaps you could even convince him to do a cheesy movie night with you.

For now, you’d found the perfect spot to hide your phone to record him. You’d strike when he was about to walk through the door. You looked at your Hunter’s Watch. Which should be any moment.

His knock came as if on cue. Confident, loud…how on Earth did he manage to make his knock sound dominant? You shook your head and quickly grabbed the flower bouquet you’d bought this afternoon. Two dozen red roses that smelled heavenly.

You giggled. Oh, you couldn’t wait to see the look on his face. Next thing he knew, you opened the door energetically only to shove the flowers in his hands.

“Good evening, ki—”

Then, you shut it in his face again before he could finish his sentence. Five seconds passed, then ten. Enough time for you to cover your mouth with your hands to stifle a hysterical laugh. You had never seen him so taken aback before. Oh, that video was going to be gold!

Finally, he knocked again. You took a deep breath before you swung it open again. He was blinking as if I’d suggested he should start a singing career. “What…the hell was that?”

“Sylus! Oh, what, flowers, for me? Oh, you didn’t have to, that’s so sweet of you! Thank you! Come on in!”

Sylus tilted his head and smirked. “Your antics are getting crazier by the day. If you wanted me to bring you flowers, kitten, all you had to do was ask.”

Your heart skipped a beat when he handed the roses back to you and kissed your cheek in greeting.

“It doesn’t count if I have to ask for them. Besides, your expression was priceless. It…was mainly because of this Internet trend so I set up my camera to—”

Sylus shut you up with a wild kiss. “You recorded me?” he asked then, hands still cupping your cheeks.

“…Yeah?”

“You are testing my patience, kitten. One of these days, you will successfully get on my last nerve and claim it for yourself.”

You grinned. “Would you like some dinner before that happens? I ordered some food for us.”

Sylus nodded. Amused still, he watched you retrieve your phone and followed you into the kitchen where you put the flowers in a vase before you grabbed the still-warm bags of food from the counter to make your way over to the dining table. Sylus had taken a seat already, one of his legs draped over his knee. He was engrossed in his phone all of a sudden and didn’t even look up when you served the food and eventually joined him.

“Busy week?”

“Hmm? No…surprisingly, it wasn’t too busy.”

“Who are you texting then? Are you sending angry emails again?” You raised an eyebrow. Sylus had a knack for terrifying people with his emails. You felt sorry for the poor guy at the receiving end of this one.

“No. No angry emails this time.”

You cleared your throat. “Okay then…I guess I’ll just start eating.”

With a start, Sylus paused and met your gaze. “Are you upset?”

“No! No, I just…I’d rather talk to you than watch you type away on your phone while we eat is all.”

He gave you an amused but honest smile, put his phone back into his pocket without another comment, and picked up his chopsticks instead.

“Thank you. Oh, I forgot to tell you! I qualified for the Senior Hunter Contest this week! The trials are starting next week. Would you…train with me a little over the weekend?”

“Were you now?” He chuckled. “I expected no less from you, Miss Hunter. Well done. Of course, I’ll train with you. But only if you listen to me when I tell you to rest. Unlike last time, hmm?”

“I passed out once, are you going to hold this against me forever?”

He leaned forward as if to make a point. “Yes.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. So…how was your week?”

You both finished your meal chatting about dubious business deals, Luke succeeding in doing a backflip for the first time and an angry email Sylus did send out on Thursday. Once you were done and you’d cleaned up, he grabbed the bag you’d packed for the weekend and beckoned you to follow him.

You had been looking forward to riding his motorcycle again all week. His affinity for ignoring speed limits (or lack thereof) aside, it was one of your favourite ways to spend time with him. The thrill that connected Sylus and you on your way back to the N109 zone was truly unmatched.

You took a deep breath when you arrived and took your helmet off, inhaling the crisp night air. You absolutely had to put ‘go for a drive’ on your weekend to-do list as well. Perhaps he’d even let you drive yourself. You rather liked the idea of him wrapping his arms around you for a change.

“Come. You’re tired.”

“No, I’m not!” Your body made you yawn before you could stop yourself. Traitor.

Sylus smirked. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to try and overthrow your sleep schedule every other weekend, kitten. I can stay up long enough for us to spend time together regardless.”

“I know but…”

“No buts.”

His large hand found your waist after he dismounted his bike himself, took your bag, and led you inside. Unlike what you had expected, however, he didn’t take you to his bedroom as usual but the guest room.

“I have some work I need to finish. I don’t want to disturb your rest.”

“I don’t mind. I like your bed better than—”

You paused when Sylus opened the door. The guest room didn’t look like you remembered it. Roses. Hundreds of them, decorating every single surface. Even on the bed, there were dozens of rose heads and the floor was speckled with fresh petals.

Your jaw dropped. “S-Sylus…”

“I had Luke and Kieran bring them to the guest room as soon as they were delivered.”

Delivered? “Wait…That is what you were doing on your phone during dinner? You ordered roses? Oh, Sylus…I feel bad now.”

“Don’t. My kitten wanted flowers so I got her flowers. And in the future…” He hugged you from behind, his hot breath ghosting over your ear. “…you better stock up on your vases, sweetie. And no more secret filming me, yes?”

You flipped around and grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I promise. But only if you stay with me until I’ve fallen asleep.”

Sylus smirked. “Deal.”

[ill0usainte]

Wine Pon You.

pairings: bar owner!sylus x stripper!reader

cw: grinding, slight exhibitionism, shameless!reader, prostitution, pole dancing, sylus getting aroused with reader's pole dancing (real)

Sylus sat on the luxurious couch, his legs crossed as he held a glass of wine. It was just another visit to one of the bars he owned in the N109 zone. As expected, the bar was packed with many customers, especially rich people trying to indulge in their drinking problems and satisfy their sexual desires.

This bar was known for its strippers, and while Sylus didn't really approve, he allowed it because it whatever makes the money.

He found it amusing how dirty rich people with higher status would risk their lives visiting the N109 zone just to feed their horniness. Shaking his head in amusement, he drank his glass of wine, closing his eyes as he savored the taste.

Women had been going in and out of the stage, trying to amaze the males with their dancing. But it was no use-- Sylus wasn't interested at all.

Not until you came.

This was just another stripper interview he conducts once a week to add new employees to one of his known bars.

But it surprised him that someone-- you, caught his attention.

I ain't got my eye on you.

The way your body moved smoothly, swaying your hips side to side as your back rested against the pole behind. The red lingerie fit you perfectly, hugging your curves so well.

The sight made Sylus's pants tighten over his hardened cock.

The sound intensified, matching your dancing as the colorful lights gave you the spotlight. Your hands held the pole as you wrapped a leg around it, smoothly rolling your chest and waist, like you were following a rhythm.

Without shame, you rubbed your clothed pussy against the metal pole, feeling the arousal seep through your body.

The loud crowd cheers-- throwing big stacks of money to you over the stage as they hype you up with your pole dance. But everything is inaudible to Sylus-- all he knows is that he wants to rip that red lingerie of yours in front of the crowd.

Maintaining eye contact with the white-haired male in front of you, sweat dripped over your hot body as you continued grinding against the pole. Sylus smirked in amusement, drinking his wine as his eyes trailed over your body, looking you up and down with no shame.

His ruby eyes were filled with lust and hunger-- even with just staring, you could tell that he was already stripping you naked through his gaze.

His gaze focused on every move you made with your hot body-- he couldn't deny, that your dancing is hot and sexy.

He knew what he wanted.

The way you danced was like you were casting a hypnotic spell on him-- you were in control, feeling the heat rise as you continued putting on a show.

Ain't been hypnotized by you, yeah.

Closing your eyes, you stuck out your hot tongue, making contact with the pole. You twirled your body around the pole, stopping as you slowly crouched down, letting your back slip. Your thighs squished against each other as you kept them apart, the thin fabric of the lingerie not helping to conceal how wet your aching pussy was.

He licked his lips, adoring the seductive scene in front of him-- wishing the pole you were grinding on was him instead.

Ain't in here tryna find my dude.

Letting out moans and whimpers, you maintained eye contact with him-- practically begging him to fuck you dumb at this point.

This was one of the erotic fantasies that only nasty and horny men would have, but Sylus swore-- he was becoming one of them.

I mean, who wouldn't be? The way your steamy body moved smoothly, like butter, made his cock throb inside his pants.

You laid your hands against the floor of the stage as you arched your back, crawling closer in front to the edge of the stage. Your plush boobs pressed against each other as you felt the heat of your body rising.

Sylus couldn't help but tilt his head to the side as he looked at you. Chuckling, he puts down his glass of wine, he uncrossed his legs, spreading them apart as he spoke in a low, husky voice.

"We wouldn't want that dancing to go to waste, right, sweetie?"

You pursed your plump lips as you looked at him.

"I'd like to see you dance over my lap this time."

I take it, you just like the way I wine pon you.

[leighsartworks216]

could you write for #17 on the prompt list? any character would be great <3

Mud Masks

Sylus x gn!Reader

Prompt from this list

17 - holding the other's chin up

Warnings: fluff, silly, established relationship, kissing, implied height difference, slightly suggestive, banter

Word Count: 804

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"Just a little more."

"You already said that."

"Yeah, well, I mean it this time."

Sylus chuckles softly as you tsk, focused on not messing up all your hard work. For what it's worth, he's been nothing but compliant so far, even after your weird request.

He opens his eyes as you gather more of the mud mask onto the little silicone applicator. You're ethereal - in your pajamas, disheveled from the work day, frowning with concentration. He doesn't think he could fall more in love, but you always manage to prove him wrong.

You look back up at him and roll your eyes. "Close 'em, mister."

"Don't I deserve a reward for staying so still, kitten?" he teases. His eyes shamelessly glance at your lips as he steps closer between your legs, hands sliding from the marble countertop to hold your waist.

"You'll get a reward as soon as I'm done." You don't bother waiting for him to close his eyes. He ends up closing them anyway when you carefully put the mud between his eyebrows and down his nose. "And you have to do me, too, remember?"

"Bad choice of words."

"Down boy."

He sighs, low and playful. "I do so love when you're cruel."

You don't dignify him with a response. Instead, you finish smoothing the last bit of mud over his face. He looks silly - cutesy animal-ear headband holding his bangs back, sharp features slathered in a dark clay mask, white eyebrows breaking through. Still, despite all the teasing, you're all too happy to have a partner willing to go through all this trouble for you. He clearly enjoys it just as much, if only to have all your attention on him.

"There! Now it's my turn." You hold out the applicator to him and nod to the jar of mud on the counter.

He lets you go. The warmth of his hands lingers on your clothes. It looks strange to see such a big, imposing man with that little applicator in one hand and the jar held in the other, both dwarfed by their size. "I thought I was promised a reward," he says as he gathers clay on the silicone and sets the jar aside. He glares without any malice down at you. "After I was being so good."

You smile, amused by his antics after the day you had. Self-care like this was a rare occurrence, and absolutely necessary tonight. "Fine. Don't let it be said I'm someone who goes back on their deals."

"I'm glad you understand, sweetie."

He takes his time, after all that. He brushes hair from your face, though it's securely held back just like his is. His knuckles caress your cheek softly, trailing down to your jaw. Calloused fingertips trace the angle of it, where his index finger curls just under your chin, and his thumb graces your lower lip.

Chills run down your spine in anticipation. The hairs on your arms stand on end, waiting eagerly. He knows it, too. He knows you, the damn bastard. Knows just how much this effects you.

With his hold on your chin, he gently tilts it up, lifting your head to be the perfect angle, as he finally leans down. Your eyes flutter shut. Your heart races so loud in your ears.

Something cold touches your cheek, startling you out of the moment with wide eyes. The applicator hangs just in your periphery.

"Hey!"

He catches your mouth suddenly, silencing whatever insults you were prepared to throw his way. All of them are forgotten as his tongue licks into your mouth. Thoughts dissipating in the wind as he lifts your chin just slightly higher to give him even more access. And if that wasn't enough, the appreciative groan he breathes into your mouth makes you forget about the mud masks entirely.

He pulls away slowly. You're chasing after his lips for more without thinking about it; you can feel his grin as he grants you one more. His thumb brushes soft circles into your chin, coaxing you back to him. When your eyes flutter open, he guides your head to the side and begins spreading the dollop he left on your cheek around.

"Don't worry, kitten," he hums. "When I'm done, you'll get a reward, too."

You look at him from the corner of your eye, praying he can't feel how warm your cheeks have become. You're sure he already knows. "A reward like that?"

Red eyes flicker to yours with an amused quirk of his eyebrow. "You can be greedy. Ask and it's all yours."

"Including you?"

The drying clay cracks at the corners of his mouth as he smiles. He guides your face back toward him, leaning down until his every breath ghosts over your lips. "I'm always at your disposal, my beloved."

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[snow-snowball]

🧸ྀི A man! 🧸ྀི

What lads men doing for you?

characters: Sylus; Xavier; Zayne; Rafayel.

a/n: English is not my first language, so I apologise for any mistakes. Requests are open!!!

It's New Year's Eve in four days. I would love for you to decorate my Christmas tree!

warnings: Mentioning clubs, drunk people, clingy men, kids, not highly toxic jokes.

Sylus:

• He won’t let you feel uncomfortable.

• Is the club music too loud? Sylus will throw out the DJ to lower the volume.

• Is the company unpleasant? He will wrap his arm around your shoulders and lead you away.

• Is some guy staring at you strangely? Sylus will take care of him without hesitation.

• Today was another visit to the club. You didn’t give Sylus a heads-up, and now you regret it. You’ve had too much to drink and are struggling to walk. It feels like you might break your ankles in these heels. Leaning against the wall of a tall building, you touched your hot face with an equally warm hand. Your eyes struggled to make sense of the figures around you.

• “Hey, gorgeous! Need some help?” a strange male voice called out. The stranger stood too close, his hands already reaching for your shoulders when suddenly, black and red threads wrapped around him and lifted him away.

• “Keep your filthy hands to yourself.” Oh, that voice—you could recognize it anywhere. Your man arrived just in time, as always. You heard the man's screams, the crack of bones, and Sylus’s heavy footsteps. “Here I am saving you again, kitten.”

• “Sylus?” You swayed and fell right into his arms. “I missed you so much!” To be honest, Sylus likes it when you’re drunk because you become quite clingy. “These stupid heels hurt! Can I take them off?”

• He supported you with one hand while the other removed his shoes. Then he crouched down and placed you on his knee. Sylus began to take off your heels and slipped on his shoes instead. “Is this better?” he asked, gently standing while holding your heels.

• “Oh! So comfortable!” You clapped your hands joyfully, and in response, he leaned down to kiss you on the forehead.

Xavier:

• He always walks ahead of you, shielding you with his broad back.

• As one of the top Hunters, Xavier takes on the most perilous missions. When you join him on assignments, he turns into a protective hen. “Hold on. I’ll check it out.” Or “Shh, there’s someone over there. I’ll handle it; you stay put.” Or “Don’t interfere; I’ve got this.” At first, it stung, making you feel like a burden. But that couldn’t be further from the truth! Xavier just wants to keep you safe and sound.

• His worry for you even led him to argue with his superiors. When they refused to make any changes (Xavier believes you should get easier tasks), he got angrier than ever before.

• It seems that Hunter has everything under wraps, but when it comes to his beloved, he just can’t keep his emotions at bay.

• He protects you even during casual strolls. Xavier is always alert, ready to take on any threat just so you’re okay.

• When unfamiliar guys approach, he draws you in closer and shoots them a cold glare. With that displeased look, he wards off anyone who dares to come near. “Wow, you’ve really got a jealous streak!” you chuckle, watching him shoo away yet another suitor.

• “Jealous?”

• “Well, it’s when you think that someone you care about might go off with someone else. You’re deeply attached, and you feel a pang when someone tries to steal your partner. Something like that.” You smile awkwardly, realizing how silly it sounds.

• “Yeah, probably.” Xavier’s words hit home. “I’d protect you from anyone in this world.” He gently brushed your cheek and pulled you closer. “Especially from men who have their eyes on my treasure.” His soft lips brushed against yours. Through that tender kiss, he tries to convey what he can’t say aloud.

Zayne:

• This doctor won’t let you lift anything heavy.

• Heading to the store? He’ll tag along to haul all those bulky bags for you.

• Want to move the couch to make the room look nicer? Better step aside. Zayne will handle it all.

• Right now, you’re secretly trying to drag heavy boxes filled with useless junk up to the attic without your husband knowing. But you miscalculated the distance from the wall and crashed into it, sending the boxes tumbling. The racket alerted your husband, and he surveyed the scene with a disapproving look. “Why didn’t you call for me?” First, he helped you up, then you both gathered everything that tumbled out of the boxes back inside. After a heavy sigh, he stacked the boxes and lifted them effortlessly. Once everything was stowed away in the attic, Zayne came back down to you. “So, why didn’t you tell me?”

• “You were busy working, and I didn’t want to bother you.”

• “And that’s why you thought it was a good idea to do this on your own? Y/N, you’re my woman. You shouldn’t be doing all the heavy lifting when I’m around.” He pulled you into his chilly embrace, but the warmth of your body soon turned it cozy. “You could’ve hurt your back or worse.” Zayne pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

• “Sorry for worrying you.”

• “It's all good,” he sighed. “But don’t let it happen again. The mother of my future children needs to stay healthy.” He smiled and ruffled your hair.

• “Mother of your future children?”

• “You thought you could get away from me? Not a chance. I want to build a family with you. I want kids, and only with you.” Zayne's words made you blush. Despite his serious nature, he loves to playfully tease you just to see the flustered look on your face.

Rafayel:

• He always opens doors for you and pulls out your chair like a true gentleman.

• This man is far too glamorous and sophisticated for this world.

• Today, like usual, he decided to take you to the most upscale restaurant. You’ve realized time and again that in his suit, Rafayel is just too hot to handle.

• He loves it when your outfits match; it shows everyone around that you’re a genuine, loving couple.

• As he opened the car door, he waved his hand gallantly, inviting you to hop in. You laughed, lifted the hem of your dress, and slipped into the car.

• Once you arrived, the artist was the first out, opening your door and helping you out. Wrapping your arm around his, you beamed and rested your head on his shoulder. “Today, you’re glowing with happiness—it’s nauseating,” your husband joked, pretending to feel ill.

• “Oh, you rascal! I’m just…” you turned away, slightly embarrassed. “I’m just happy to have you with me.”

• “Ah, that’s it!” He said, holding the door open and ushering you inside. “How adorably sweet!” The artist chuckled, and as you made your way to the table, he pulled out your chair, sat you down, and scooted you in. “In that case, order whatever your heart desires, babe! Let’s blow this card’s limit!” He slapped the table, placing his credit card beside your hand.

• “Wow, what a surprise!” You feigned amazement. As you browsed the menu, you sneaked glances at your man. Rafayel met your gaze. “Why are you staring so hard?”

• “I love you.”

• “What?”

• “I said, ‘hurry up and order.’ I’m starving over here.” You noticed his ears turning red, and with a giggle, you intertwined your fingers with his. Rafayel looked at your hands, half-lidded eyes taking in the moment. He brushed his thumb over your knuckles and gently raised your hand to his lips, kissing it. “I want to spend my life taking you to fancy restaurants.”

© 2024 do reblog, but don’t copy or publish my work on other platforms, or translate (without my permission) into other languages. Any coincidences are coincidental! The dividers belong to me! If you want use them, just tag me: @alexvolleyball

[akunya]

"somewhere only we know.”

pairings: dragon!sylus x m!reader

summary: thinking out loud, you begin to wonder how things would be under different circumstances.

tw: slight angst, sfw, fluff, MYTHIC SPOILERS.

notes: truthfully, the gender here isn't specified. however all of my fics are written with a male!reader in mind. do with that as you wish.

"Do you think, in another life.. We would still be together?"

Your voice cracked as you watched the petals whisk away. The soft grass swayed with the wind, a gentle comfort as you clutched it in your palm. The clouds swirled as you both sat in silence, staring at the sky in a comfortable quiet.

It was just the two of you together, in your secret little place that Sylus had brought you to that day. You found yourself asking to be flown back there often. There was something so calming about this side of Tarus, so serene, it nearly felt unreal every time you two sat here.

Sylus was the first to break the tension as he looked down at you with an amused smile. "Together?" His tone was teasing, but not enough to ruin the atmosphere the pair of you made for each other. The dragon was about to make another teasing remark until he caught a glimpse of your clenched fist.

"You know what I mean."

The slight tremble in your words struck his heart with guilt. He wished, for once, he didn't try to poke at you so often.

There was another long portion of silence between you two. Taking a flower into your palm, you fiddled with its petals, the delicate red smooth under your fingertips. Worried you made things awkward, you dug your feet into the ground to pick yourself up - almost, that is, until the man next to you began to speak.

Barely above a whisper, your eyes met for the first time that evening, looking at him with an emotion you couldn't quite describe. "I think so," Was it uncertainty? Fear? Relief? You didn't know what you expected from his answer, nor did you expect one in the first place. You felt as though he was staring into your soul, his red pupils shining in the warm tones of the sunset. A part of you wondered if bringing it up at all was foolish.

"..Yeah. We would be."

Blinking, you let out a heavy sigh you didn't know you were holding. A small chuckle left your lips. "I wonder what it would be like. Would we look the same?" You wondered aloud. It would be amusing if you were the taller one in the relationship in your next life, however, a part of you knew that was never going to happen. Your gaze went back to the sun as it set behind the mountains of Tarus city, the hues creating a cascade of orange and yellow across the sky.

"What does it matter? I wouldn't mind. Unless, you prefer if this fiend always has horns." Sylus nudged your side playfully, your laugh making butterflies swarm in his stomach. Sylus with his draconic features were like the cherry on top. Once scared, you grew to adore the rough scales of him the most, finding yourself caressing the smooth surface with your thumb on nights alone with him more than once. "The horns are a nice touch. I would miss them a bit." Looking back at him, you inched a bit closer, testing your luck to see if he would retract from your closeness.

He would not. He never did, not from you.

Taking his silence as a cue to continue, you started up your thoughts again. "We could have our own home together. It doesn't have to be big." You imagined a quaint little cottage in the middle of the forest. Small, but big enough for the both of you, adorned with treasures and trinkets from your past adventures. It was remote, but that's how you would want it: away from everyone else. Just you and Sylus in your own trove, shielded from the harsh outside world. After all that you have been through, you didn't really yearn for something lavish and grand.

"A small home isn't bad." Sylus found himself imagining too as he listened intently to your thoughts. He rarely let his mind wander and think about such trivial things, but this once he could make an exception. Thinking of a divergent future than what he was destined for always seemed futile. In the end, there was nothing he could do to break the curse he was born into. He was a monster, destined for his death by your hand, even if you didn't know it yet. And that was how the world saw him.

But, if it was for you, he could entertain your fantasy a bit.

"Is there something you want, Sylus? If we could be somewhere different."

You looked up at him again for answers. His throat tightened, looking down at how hopeful you were. So innocent, so pure.

For a moment, he had forgotten all of the crimes you had committed. Your hair flickered with the wind as the sunlight framed every part of your face beautifully. The outfit that matched his ever-so-cliche has never looked so right before. If he had no idea who you were, he would have thought you were an angel descended from the heavens, a blessing to bring some ease to his wretched timeline.

Maybe you weren't his arch-nemesis. Perhaps, his destiny wasn't as harsh as he thought it was growing up.

Maybe death wasn't so bad, if it were by your hands.

"So long as you're with me, I don't care about anything else." The dragon's words were taut. Fiddling with a flower in his claws, he twirled the stem mindlessly, letting it float away with the wind that brushed against you both of you.

Leaning against his shoulder, you didn't bother fighting them when your eyelids started to feel heavy. You didn't need to question or ask anymore. He was right, in the end. Sylus didn't care for moving either, watching the sun slowly set and cast the city in darkness once again.

If you two were together, that would be enough.

[lilyinavalley]

Intimacy

NSFW! - Explicit

Sylus x reader Ao3 Ao3 versione italiana Contents! Romantic fluff, use of honey and oils during sex [Masterlist]

On the top of a solitary hill there was a man, he was sitting on the dry grass, its yellowish stems stung his bare feet.

The hill was completely covered by brambles, not even the man was spared, they twined around his limbs, his horns and also his tail, the thorns pierced his flesh and blood dripped out slowly.

Nonetheless he didn’t show any sign of pain, his expression was serene and his eyes were shut closed, it was as if he was sleeping, but he wasn’t.

He was waiting.

On that lonely hilltop, where time never seemed to pass, he became a prisoner of death, who patiently waited to be freed.

He only had one certainty, it didn’t matter how long he would have to wait, because he was sure, that one day, the unbreakable bond he shared would bring his split soul back to her, as it belonged.

So it didn’t matter if he had to sit there for years, centuries or millennia, because in the end, he would find her again.

The winter outside Linkon was way colder and harsh, the snow hadn’t stopped since morning.

She was sitting in the niche window of a wooden chalet, a mug of hot chocolate with whipped cream in her hands, keeping them warm.

“You’re already up”

A sleepy voice came from behind her, apparently the ever so generous owner of the house decided to wake up.

“Yeah, did you look at the time?”

She turned her head while taking a spoonful of cream to her lips, a joking expression on her face. Sylus hummed softly and looked at the cuckoo clock on the wall, the hour hand was almost at the eleven and as the seconds hand reached the 12 a carillon music invaded the room: on the centre of the clock there were 3 little windows, one in the middle, slightly bigger, and other two on its sides. The small ones opened together and from the right window came out a small parade of wooden figures that danced in couples, tracing a semicircle to reach the left one. As soon as the dance reached its end, the window at the center opened with a bang, a small cuckoo rushed forward and sang three times, after that, it retuned inside and there was silence once more.

“See, as usual you woke up early!”

She said with an ironic tone and chuckled a little.

“If you want some chocolate I left some in the pot on the counter, the whipped cream’s in the fridge”

With a naughty grin on his face Sylus approached her, dipped a finger in the cream and then smeared it on the corner of her lips.

“Ops, you’re dirty here”

He got closer and closer, leaning on the bench she was laying on with a knee.

He caressed her cheek with the back of his clean hand and then raised her head gently holding her by the chin.

He kissed the tip of her nose, her cheekbone and then he slowly licked away the whipped cream. He distanced himself just enough to look at her in the eyes.

“This is much better, sweetie”

“Silly”

She put down her mug and held his face with her hands.

“I love you” she whispered.

His eyes softened and she captured his lips in a gentle kiss, swallowing the words he was about to say.

“Do you have any plans?”

She said with a luscious gaze, a remain of the sweetness they just exhanged.

“Yes, actually, will you indulge me for today?”

“Well, sure but I want to take you to a place first”

Sylus chuckled and got up, having reaquired her personal space, she took her chocolate again and took a sip.

“My kitten’s getting bolder and bolder by the day”

“I told you, Hunters don’t like being passive”

The snowmobile was speeding through the trees, the way ahead was cloudy as they were going up the mountain, the freezing wind felt like thin blades on their skin.

The woman drove skillfully with Sylus hugging her tightly from behind.

“How long is it going to take?”

Sylus half-shouted in her ear, trying to defy the loud noise of the engine.

“I didn’t take you for the impatient type”

“I’m not indeed, but your audacious driving’s making me”

He said while holding her a little more tightly.

She turned her head sideways to meet his eyes for a second.

“Don’t tell me the big bad Onychinus’ leader is scared”

“Look. Forward. Kitten.”

Sylus said with concealed urgency.

She turned her head and avoided a fir that was getting too close smoothly.

“Everything’s under control, hold tight and enjoy the ride”

He refrained from answering.

Once they reached the top of the mountain, it was no longer possible to see the landscape below. The rugged terrain had been replaced by a plain of white clouds, from which only a few peaks managed to break through and touch the blue sky.

"Here we are, we’ve arrived. Did you enjoy the journey?" The woman asked with a wry tone. Sylus looked at her with a smirk and raised an eyebrow. "Absolutely, sweetie"

In front of them stood a sort of house carved into the rock, with its only wall facing outward made entirely of darkened glass. "Come on, let’s go in."

She took his hand, and together they entered through the black glass door. Once inside, it seemed as if the exterior blended seamlessly with the interior. "Cool, right?"

The little house consisted of a spacious room with a king-sized bed and a small bathroom. The lit fireplace was enough to warm the tiny dwelling.

Sylus moved closer and closer to her until she was seated on the soft white duvet. However, she was not one to be intimidated and, as soon as she could, she pulled him closer by the collar of his heavy snow jacket.

"This room doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Are we here to do what I think?"

On the nightstand next to the bed there were small colorful bottles containing various scented oils, and on the other side, an open jar of honey with a wooden honey dipper already inside.

"Do I really need to answer that?"

The hand on his collar moved to the zipper, and with a decisive motion, she pulled it down, revealing a black turtleneck underneath. She slipped her hand beneath the garment and traced his chiseled abs with her cold fingers. "I’ll take that as a yes."

Sylus didn’t wait any longer. He gently laid her back on the bed, capturing her lips in a passionate kiss as he began removing her heavy winter clothing, leaving her in her lingerie. At that point, before she could catch her breath, he moved to her neck, leaving a trail of light kisses, and then pulled away entirely to undress himself.

Now left only in his boxers, he looked down at the woman lying before him. His gaze couldn’t help but fall on the red lace set she was wearing—sensual without being too provocative. "Do you like it?" She asked in a sultry tone, sliding her fingers over a strap and lowering it just enough without revealing too much of her chest. "Very much, but don’t take away the pleasure of letting me remove it."

He grabbed the hand that was lowering her bra, and brought it to his lips. His crimson eyes lit up as he leaned down to her navel. A faint moan escaped her lips, and as he moved upward, only a breath separated them. Goosebumps had caused the baby hair on her skin to tickle his chin.

When he reached her sternum, he grabbed the honey dipper, dripping with thick liquid, and let it pour over her chest. The woman shuddered slightly at the contact with the cold substance.

The difference in temperature didn’t last long, though, as the warmth was restored by the man’s tongue. "Delicious. Would you like to taste it too?"

He returned to devouring her lips without mercy, and as their tongues intertwined, the honey passed to the girl’s mouth. When they parted, she licked her lips to remove the residue. "Too sweet for my taste"

Sylus rose gently and, with one hand, unclasped her bra, sliding it off her arms and tossing it to the floor. He grabbed the honey dipper again, this time using it on both of her hardened nipples.

He began to suck on them incessantly, alternating with gentle bites. The woman’s mind was completely clouded by desire; her wide eyes could no longer focus on anything, and her head spun from the intense pleasure the man was giving her.

Then he went lower again, and when he slipped a finger under the lace of her panties, she stopped him.

“Slow down a bit. It takes two to tango you know?”

Catching him by surprise, she reversed their positions. Now she was in control. She grabbed a purple bottle from the nightstand and brought it to her nose.

“Mmm, bergamot. Let’s try this one.”

She tilted the bottle slightly, letting the oil drip in a thin line onto his chest. After pouring a generous amount, she spread it with her hands, thoroughly massaging every inch of his abdomen. Then, she moved lower, pulling down his boxers.

His member was already fully erect, with a bead of precum trailing down its tip. The woman ran her oiled hands down his thighs, and finally, she wrapped them around him.

Sylus surrendered to the mattress, his breathing now ragged. When he was about to reach his limit, he took back control, pinning her beneath him once again and swiftly removing her panties. He kissed her lips, her neck, her collarbones, her breasts, her stomach, and then her femininity.

She moaned, letting go of all inhibitions, clutching tightly to the man’s shoulders and leaving nail marks on his pale skin.

Her throbbing core was driving her mad, her heart pounding relentlessly against her ribs.

When she was about to reach her peak, she called his name in a breathless voice, and Sylus moved back up. He took both of her hands, interlocking their fingers, and captured her lips in a confirming kiss, which she returned.

A smothering heat filled her abdomen. He began to move slowly and precisely, their breaths syncing. Gradually, his pace increased, becoming more intense.

He never took his eyes off her, not even for a second. Every single thrust was measured to hit her favorite spots, adjusting his rhythm based on her expressions. His every action was to fuel his beloved’s pleasure.

“Sylus…”

“… Is something wrong?”

“Thank you… for always indulging me.”

“Kitten, you don’t need to thank me. Every desire of yours is mine as well. Whatever you wish to do, I wish to do too, and every will of yours is also mine.”

There is no love purer than mine.

They smiled at each other and exchanged a chaste kiss. Then, they reached their peak together.

She fell asleep shortly after; the sun was still high in the sky, and snow drifted slowly to the ground.

Sylus remained awake, lying on his side and watching the peaceful face of his beloved.

Nothing will ever separate us again

He thought to himself, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face.

[vilhelios]

-; SWEET MUSIC PLAYING IN THE DARK.

your poor, overworked, singer-songwriter boyfriend has not been having a good time with comeback season. thankfully, he has you, his muse, to kickstart his creative processes—sadly, that means he's going to write yet another love song about you in his group's newest album.

CW: k-pop idol/group au! fluff, fluff and more fluff! mentions of xavier, zayne, sylus, and caleb ; not beta read, small text, all lowercase letters.

“and this—” a kiss to the jaw. “—is part of—” another kiss, a shiver jolting down your spine at the feel of his lips against your pulse point. “—your creative process?”

it’s almost embarrassing how small your voice is now, loud in the silence of rafayel’s little studio. your hands clench and unclench around rafayel’s white shirt as he peppers kisses up and down your neck, not a single sliver of your exposed skin remaining unkissed. (after all, he’d say, he must drown in every part of you.)

“hey, every artist needs their muse.” rafayel shrugs, his hands at your waist grabbing at the warm flesh there, a teasing yet grounding touch. “i just need to be appreciating said muse to get the lyrics flowing in my head.”

before you can say much else, he nuzzles his face against the crook of your neck, and he practically melts into you as he breathes in your comforting, familiar scent. like fresh laundry, citrus, honey; he recognises it as the new perfume he bought for you just a few months ago (oh, god bless royalties and good album sales… he gets to spoil his little darling). a happy little sigh leaves him as he nuzzles against you again, shifting to let your bodies melt together in a happy little pile on his office chair—you’re just what he needs after a stressful day of brainstorming new lyrics and melodies with zayne and sylus, banging his head against the wall designing concept art for the new album’s cover, and being dragged around the dance studio (half-dead and limbless) by caleb and xavier.

“yeah, i know…” you sigh, and move your hands upward, fingers curling in his soft purple hair. luckily enough, he hasn’t had to dye his hair yet, what with linkon’s netizens finding his hair to be a particularly lovable part of his charm. (they’d be right; also up there are his big, beautiful eyes, and his impressive vocal range.) there’s a beat of silence, and then you speak up again, pressing a kiss to his hair just as he presses one in kind to your throat; “are the lyrics popping up in your head…?”

“hmm.” rafayel hums, almost like he’s thinking about it. “no.” he says, simple as that, and chuckles when you groan in exasperation. “all the ones i can think of wouldn’t fit the theme. and sy would actually kill me for making us sing another ballad that was clearly inspired by you.”

(they’ve released two albums and five eps, rounding up to about 50 songs in their discography… a good chunk of the love songs rafayel got his hands on in the production process felt like individual love letters written and sung just for you. It’s starting to reach a point where some of the smarter hunters—as their fandom is called—have deduced that at least one of the boys is in a relationship.)

“really?” you raise an eyebrow at him, hand moving to pinch his cheek, “well… if it’s anything like your usual songs about me… I can agree that it doesn’t match the theme.” you pull back a little—which elicits a whine from rafayel—to look at his current getup, which he’d been too lazy to change out of after the photobook photoshoot: a crisp white shirt, black pants, and leather chest harnesses. his hands, idly rubbing up and down your sides, were adorned in black leather gloves. all in all, an attractive outfit that’s trying to encapsulate a “bad boy”, mafia vibe. “i'll have to side with sy on this one.”

“even mafiosos can sing about how they’d love their darling in every universe, y’know.” rafayel hums, leaning back to rest his head properly on the chair, eyes trained on your face. his hands continue their idle smoothing down your sides, touch gentle and warm through the layers of fabric separating your skin. those beautiful indigo-pink eyes hold that heartbreaking softness in them, and it makes you want to gently run your thumbs under the dark circles under his eyes. (you never noticed, not until caleb pointed it out, but he only ever looks at you this way.)

rafayel’s next words are soft, without the characteristic teasing and filled with something akin to reverence: “what’s the harm in another song?” he whispers, leaning up to press a kiss to your cheek, "it’s just another universe to profess my love to you in, my darling muse.”

a/n: ... i saw rafayel in a harness, blacked out, and thirty minutes later this was ready on my word document. uhm. so those cards huh... (i have. enough pulls to secure you. but please come home early rafayel). reupload bc I FORGOT HOW TO TUMBLR??? and forgot tags 😭

[fortunekookie07]

hii can i request a highschool au, where sylus is the scary but popular jock x nerdy/normal reader😫 thank you!!

Not Just The Girl Next Door

Nonnie, I absolutely adore your request. Because you brought it to me. Thank you sooooo much for trusting me to craft your desire. Love you for it.

I am immensely sorry it took so long. I hope I haven't disappointed you. I struggled with this one a bit, and not because your request was hard, I didn't want to deliver a cliché. I rewrote this one a couple times. If you want to see the unfished alternate, let me know.

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Sylus, how could one name make your heart feel full of giddines? Put those butterflies in your stomach and make your brain mush?

He'd been your classmate since preschool. He even lived on your street. How could one person be so close and yet so far out of reach?

You never minded his teasing, he'd never taken it too far. After all, it was to be expected. Many times, you'd examined yourself just to count all the things you saw as flaws.

Unruly wild red curls hung around your face and trailed over your shoulders all the way down your back to your hips. Your mother absolutely loved your hair. You'd lost count of how many times she'd begged you not to cut or change the color.

The round glasses perched on your nose framed your face nicely, but you hated their necessity. If only you'd gotten your mother's perfect vision. You had yet to win the debate on trying contacrs.

If only you were taller, being the shortest one in the senior class was irritating. People often mistook you as a freshman and sometimes you knew it was on purpose.

Sylus had been the one to start the jokes. While the rest of your classmates were getting taller, you didn't. The only thing that has grown was your curves. Your mom liked to say that you had the perfect hourglass figure. One that you worked hard to hide. Being teased for having no boobs as opposed to being well-endowed was much better.

It was easy to hide with the schools mandatory uniform. Button up white collared shirts, a sweater vest in dark blue or gold. For the girls, a pleated plaid skirt in the same colors. The boys could wear black or dark blue pants. During the winter months, a black jacket could be worn.

As you stood in front of the mirror, examining your appearance, you could hear your mother calling you from downstairs. "Are you ready yet? You need to be leaving now!" You scrambled to shove your feet into shoes while trying to smooth your hair back so you could braid it. "I'm coming, mom!" You shouted back to her, tying the end of the briaid and scooping up your bag.

"Have a good day." She said, kissing your forehead and then pushing you out the door. It was windy today. Spring was just around the corner. Hurrying to your car, you quickly started the engine just as your phone rang. It was Tara.

"Hey girl!" She answered with her usual bubbliness. "Can you pick me up? My dad confiscated my keys this morning." You knew instantly that she had a story and had gotten into trouble again. "Yeah, I'll be there in three minutes." Her sigh of relief had you shaking your head.

Tara was extremely outgoing and well liked. It was a miracle that she had picked you, the quiet introverted girl with her nose always in a book as best friend. But that had been the case from the first grade till now. She tended to get into trouble with her dad a lot. He was always trying to calm her down and teach her patience. He wasn't mean, just very strict. Sometimes, he would compare the two of you. About how well-behaved you were and your much quieter nature.

She really tried sometimes to play the role he wanted, but it was hard. It was her nature to be loud, rowdy, and very outgoing. Maybe this was why you were friends. You balanced each other out.

Fifteen minutes later, you were settled into your first period English class waiting for the teacher. He was running late as usual. He had a knack for being perpetually late. Around you, you could hear whispers and the scratches of pens as people scrambled to do the homework from last class.

Ever the one prepared for class, your books and notebook sate neatly on your desk. No one was paying you any mind. Too focused on their own affairs. Well, you thought no one was watching you. How wrong you were.

"Well now, look here. The little Kitten is all ready for class." His deep baritone voice sent shivers down your spine. Sylus hadn't used your actual name in years. Ever since the day he'd dubbed you Kitten, that's all he would call you.

He swooped in and grabbed your notebook. Dodging your hands as you scrambled to get it back. "Give it back." You said, trying to remain calm. Getting angry or showing your frustration only spurred him on.

"Then jump for it." He said a smirk on his face as he held the notebook high in the air well over his head. He knew you couldn't get it. Your short stature would never allow it. What he didn't count on was your resourcefulness. Or the fact that you were agile.

Swiftly, you stood from your seat and climbed onto your desk. Anger fueling your actions. You jumped for it, fingers just barely brushing the spine as he changed the way he was holding it.

Forgetting yourself and where you were, you lunged, throwing your full weight at him as you jumped higher. This time, you managed to grasp your notebook. It would seem your mom's insistence on dance classes was not useless.

Sylus stumbled as your full weight pushed him back. He clearly wasn't expecting you to throw yourself at him for the notebook.

"What's going on in here?" The sharp voice of Mr. Reynolds snapped you back to reality. The position you were now in was clearly inappropriate for a classroom. Your body was firmly pressed against Sylus. His hand pressed firmly against your waist. He was practically laying on the desk with you on top of him. Still holding the notebook with your hand tightly grasping it as well.

The look in his eyes was a mixture of surprise, amusement, and something you couldn't quite name.

Mr. Reynolds sharply called your name, and you scrambled back to standing. Face bright red with embarrassment. How you wished the floor would swallow you whole. This had to top any embarrassing moment you'd ever had in your eighteen years on this Earth.

Seeing how mortified you were, Mr. Reynolds turned to Sylus. "Explain yourself right now!" He was angry, face turning red as he glared.

"Just having a bit of fun. Just a joke." Sylus said nonchalantly. His ears were slightly red. Was he embarrassed, too? "Detention, both of you, go right now." He pointed to the door, shaking his finger as he did so. "I do not allow such nonsense in my classroom. If I ever see this level of disregard for school decorum again, I'll have you both expelled. I don't care if you are the star player or the top academic student. I'll not have it!"

Snatching your notebook from Sylus' hand, you scooped up your books and walked to the door, footsteps heavy with dread. Never, not once in all your years of school had you been in trouble. A teacher had never reprimanded you before, never mind yelling at you.

Your eyes burner with unshed tears. This was all his fault. You tried hard not to cry. You would not let him of all people see you shed a tear. A quick glance beside you, he looked completely unphased. How could he be so calm right now?? Anger took over.

"This is all your fault. Why can't you just leave me alone? I'm not a toy for your amusement. I do not exist to entertain you when you're bored." You chest heaved as you finally said what you'd always wanted to. "See me, Sylus. I am not your Kitten. I'm a person." Despite your best efforts you were crying now.

Tears slipping down your face as you finally told him all the things you'd wanted to say for years. You'd stopped walking, and so had he. His face had a broken expression as he stood there helpless while you cried. "See me." You said in a begging tone.

He stepped closer to you, gently pulling your glasses from your face. Using his sleeve, he wiped the tears even as they continued to fall.

He stared down at your face, puffy from crying, nose red. Cupping your cheeks as he looked down at you. You couldn't name the expression in his eyes. It tore at your heart.

How much you wanted something you were sure you couldn't have. Sylus could pick any girl he wanted, so why would he choose you? The small girl, the one who was always studying. Who didn't wear makeup or pretty jewelry. The one who hid herself away instead of showing off what she had. Why would he choose you? With a heart of gold, a fierce loyalty to the few friends you have and a deep love of your family.

Still wiping your tears away with his thumbs, he finally speaks. "Silly girl, why are you so silly? I've always seen you. How can I not see you?" His expression was tender gazing at you like he held the most precious thing in the world.

"You always make fun of me. You're always calling me short and teasing me for never handing in assignments late. For always being top of the class. You called me four eyes in primary school. You pull my hair and hide my books." You sniffle loudly, finally your tears have stopped.

He sighs loudly, breaking eye contact as he hangs his head. "For someone so smart, you're incredibly dense. I hope you know that." He looks at you again. "Have you never heard that a guy will pick on the girl he likes? I don't know how else to get your attention. You're not like other girls. You don't follow after me. You never talk to me unless I start. I've never seen you at any of my games. Tell me how I'm supposed to bring you back to my level?"

He's looking at you earnestly now, but your brain has disconnected. Surely he didn't mean that he liked you. You must have misheard him. "Wh-what did you say?" You stutter out after a minute of silence.

Sylus sighs deeply again. "Words have no effect, I see." He tilts your face upwards more, and before you can react, his warm lips steal yours. If your brain was disconnected before, it's completely offline and mush now. Unable to think of anything, slowly, your hands come up to grasp the lapels of his jacket, crushing them in your grip.

You stand on your toes so he doesn't have to lean down so far. In the back of your head, you're glad he took your glasses off. The lenses would be fogged up now. Pressing yourself closer, you give in. Your lungs are starting to beg for air, but you never want this moment to end.

But end it does, he pulls back, and you stare deeply into his red irises. The depth of his emotions is swirling around, trying to pull you in.

"Do you understand me now?" He asks quietly, watching you intently.

"Why me?" You mumble quietly. "Why not you? I've always been drawn to you. Ever since we were kids. You're like a flame that burns just for me. I don't want to be apart from you anymore. Don't pull away from me now." His voice is not more than a whisper, but it still pierces your heart.

The sincerity in his voice sends you over the edge. Your face burns red again, and you hide it in his jacket. "Is this going to be a habit of yours?" He asks, chuckling as he wraps his arms around you. "Shut up." You mutter against his chest. "We're still in trouble and have detention." He comments, and you freeze. You'd forgotten that detail.

"I'm still mad at you for that." You say stepping back. He grasps your hand and leads you to the office laughing.

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I'm so sorry again for the long wait. I hope you get all the fluffy feels out of this that I tried to pack in.

If you want to read my original draft, message me. If you want to take a different route and finish the one I started, I will relinquish it. Just let me know.

[rintarosluvr]

𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊

Sylus x Reader

Topics: angst (sorta), flashback on how Y/n and sylus met, they are 14/15, basically teenagers being teenagers, she doesn't like sylus (let me cook!), sylus comforting Y/n

Note: happy new year! hope y'all enjoy this chap as well!!

Word count: 5k

Chap.1

Chap.2

A loud crash shook you awake, the sound rattling the stillness of the early morning

The faint glow of dawn seeped through the thin curtains of your bedroom, painting the walls in muted shades of blue and gold

The soft rustling of the ocean breeze carried through the slightly ajar window but it wasn’t enough to drown out the commotion outside

The door to your room creaked open as Leanne peeked her head inside, her hair messy from sleeping

“Y/n…” she called, her voice filled with worry

“I know, I know” you grumble, rubbing your eyes as you sit up, the wooden floor creaked slightly beneath her as she stepped inside

“I thought your old neighbors moved out?” she asks, glancing toward the window as if trying to see what had disturbed the quiet morning

“They did. The house has been empty for a while” you mumble, tossing your blanket aside and standing up

“Then why did I see people moving in?” she asks, her confusion evident

“What?!” you exclaim, rushing past her and heading for the stairs

Leanne follows as you storm through the cozy living room, where Vanessa and Kaori are already waiting by the open door

The salty tang of the ocean air hit you immediately, the sound of waves crashing faintly in the distance

“She’s finally up” Vanessa mutters, leaning against the doorframe

“About time” Kaori sighs, stepping aside as you push the screen door open and head outside.

The morning sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the sleepy coastal neighborhood

The old house next door loomed next door, it’s once faded blue paint now looking refreshed

“Did you call any of my parents?” you ask as you stride toward the house, your bare feet brushing against the dew covered grass

“They didn’t pick up” Vanessa replies

“Great” you mutter, pushing open the rusty gate that separated the two properties. It creaked loudly, drawing a wince from you

You make your way up the short pathway, bordered by overgrown shrubs and press the doorbell. The faint sounds drifted from inside the house, quickly silenced by the chime of the bell

A moment later, the door swung open, revealing a boy about your age. He leaned against the frame, his expression casual, his white hair slightly disheveled as though he’d just woken up

“Can I help you?” he asks, his raised eyebrow matching his amused tone

You blink, momentarily thrown off by the easy confidence in his posture “This house isn’t supposed to have anyone in it. So, if you would kindly leave…”

He smirked, crossing his arms as he leaned further against the frame “My parents just rented this house. So that makes us neighbors” he says

You narrow your eyes, skeptical “And where are they?”

“Out with your parents” he replies without missing a beat “They told me they had a daughter my age living next door”

That sounded exactly like something your mom would say... You sigh, the tension in your shoulders easing slightly “I guess you’re in the clear Just try to keep it down, yeah?”

“I’ll try my best” he nods as he watches you.

You roll your eyes and step back

“What’s your name” he asks, tilting his head in curiosity

“Y/n” you reply curtly

“Nice to meet you, Y/n I’m Sylus”

You nod, turning on your heel to head back toward your house. Your friends fall into step beside you, their curious glances making you bristle

“He’s staring at you” Leanne whispers, a teasing grin tugging at her lips

“I have a boyfriend” you mutter, your tone clipped as you focus on the gravel crunching under your feet

“There’s nothing wrong with admitting your neighbor is good looking” Kaori shrugs, her tone light as the sun glinted off the ocean waves in the distance.

“Whatever” you mumble

[Three Days Later]

“Okay, kiddos, everyone take a seat!” your teacher says as you make your way to your usual spot at the back of the classroom

The chatter among your classmates gradually fades and the bustling energy settles into a calm quiet

“We have a new student joining us today, Please give a warm welcome to Sylus, who officially transferred yesterday''

Your attention shifts to the new arrival. Sylus stands tall, exuding a composed confidence. His eyes sweep over the room, taking in the curious faces

When his gaze lands on you, he nods slightly, a small smirk tugging at his lips, You narrow your eyes, returning the look with mild annoyance

From the desk in front of you, your boyfriend leans back slightly, his tone low “You know him?”

“Found out like two days ago, that he’s my neighbor” you explain with a sigh “Thought he was one of those kids sneaking into abandoned houses or something”

“And he knows you’ve got a boyfriend, right?” he presses, his expression serious

“Probably not” you admit, leaning back in your seat “Didn’t talk to him for that long”

He nods, clearly mulling it over before turning his focus back to the front of the classroom

“What was that about?” Vanessa whispers, her eyes darting between you and your boyfriend

“Don’t know, it’s weird” you shrug, brushing off whatever that was

“Sylus, you can take a seat next to Eydis” the teacher says, motioning to the empty chair near the window, Sylus strides to the seat with an air of ease, his smirk lingering as he passes your desk

As he sits, he casts another glance your way and you fight the urge to roll your eyes

During the break, you and your friends sat near the soccer field, the ocean stretching out in the distance

The sun glinted off the waves and a gentle breeze carried through the air, Your friends gathered around the picnic table, chatting and picking at their snacks.

Leanne broke the momentary silence, her voice playful like she was interviewing you “So, what do you think about your boyfriend being jealous of Sylus after just three classes?”

“It’s annoying” you mumble, unwrapping the vending machine snack in your hands and taking a bite

“I bet” Kaori chimes in, leaning back on the bench and shaking her head

“You should’ve seen his face when Sylus called my name after the teacher asked who he wanted to partner up with for class” you sigh

Vanessa raises an eyebrow “Maybe he’s jealous of Sylus’s looks?”

“Well, I’m his girlfriend” you say firmly “He doesn’t have anything to worry about”

“True” Vanessa nods, popping a chip into her mouth as the conversation shifts to other things, but the unease about your boyfriend’s jealousy lingers in the back of your mind

Above the distant sound of the waves, the faint cheers from the soccer field and the chatter of other students fill the air, grounding you in the moment as your friends laugh and joke around

“Wassup!” a familiar voice cuts through your thoughts. You turn your head, spotting Kazuo strolling over with his usual relaxed demeanor “What’s with your boyfriend acting all competitive toward the new guy?” he asks, raising an eyebrow as he leans casually against the table

“I honestly don’t know and I don’t want to know” you grumble, rubbing your temple “Everything is pissing me off at this moment”

“Might have to do with Sylus talking to him before class” Eydis says, suddenly appearing and sliding into the bench between Kaori and Leanne, helping himself to their snacks

“What?” you ask, genuinely caught off guard

“He didn’t tell you?” Eydis looks surprised “Well, I asked Sylus about it, and he said, ‘Your girlfriend is very pretty’ which is bold, I can’t lie”

You groan dropping your head onto Vanessa’s shoulder “Are you kidding me?”

“Nope” Eydis says, shaking his head as he munches on a stolen chips

“So he asked for your name a few days ago and stalked your social media. I respect the effort” Kazuo nods

“I don’t” you snap

“Well, we’re on the field” Eydis says, standing up with Kazuo “See you later”

As they head off, Vanessa nudges you “Are you going to talk to Sylus?” “No” you shake your head firmly “Who knows what he’s up to”

“Seems like he’s into you” Kaori says with a shrug “Like, a lot”

“Love at first sight” Leanne teases, a mischievous grin spreading across her face “How romantic”

You toss a piece of candy at her, earning a laugh “I’m joking!” she says throwing her hands up defensively

The ocean breeze swirls around you but instead of calming you, it only reminds you of the whirlwind Sylus seems to have brought into your life

“See you guys tomorrow!” you wave at your friends from across the train station

“We’ll be calling later!” Kaori reminds you as their train pulls up

“Sure!” You chuckle, popping your earbuds in, getting ready to start your music, but before you can, someone sits down next to you on the bench

You look up “Why are you sitting here?” you ask, glancing around at the mostly empty station

“Because I want to” Sylus says with a nonchalant shrug

You frown “Did you really go up to him and tell him his girlfriend is pretty?” you ask, unable to hold back your curiosity

“Yeah” he says, shrugging again like it’s no big deal

“Why?” “Wanted to tell him the truth,” he says casually, as it’s the most normal thing in the world

You narrow your eyes at him “Well, he’s jealous thanks to you”

“Then he doesn’t deserve you” Sylus says, his gaze locking with yours

You blink caught off guard by his bluntness “Just shut up”

He chuckles softly, clearly entertained by your reaction “If he breaks up with you, it’s his loss, really”

You raise your eyebrows, incredulous at what just came out of his mouth. It’s as if your one year relationship doesn’t hold any weight in his eyes

“If you were my girlfriend, I wouldn’t let you go for anything” he says, his tone sincere, with no trace of his usual smirk. He looks like he means every word

You don’t respond. Instead, you plug your other earbud in and start your music, hoping to drown him out

[Saturday]

“Do I really have to go?” you sigh, trailing after your mom as she moves around the living room searching for her bag

“Yes” she says without looking up “I already told Mrs. Qin we’d be coming over”

“What about my plans?” you protest, hoping for an out

“You don’t have any plans. If you did, you would’ve told me days ago,” she replies

“I don’t like him” you grumble, slumping against the wall

“Has he done anything to you?” your mom asks, already knowing you’re talking about Sylus

“Yeah, sabotaging my relationship” you mutter under your breath

“Oh, Y/n” she sighs shaking her head “He only told your boyfriend you were pretty. There’s nothing wrong with that”

“So if some woman came up to you and told you Dad was handsome, you’d be fine with it?” you challenge, crossing your arms and watching her reaction

“It’s good to know my husband is handsome” she shrugs

You groan and throw yourself face first onto the couch cushion, muffling a frustrated scream into the fabric

“Are you done?” she asks, raising an eyebrow as you peek up at her “If so, go get dressed. You’ve got fifteen minutes”

You huff dramatically but drag yourself upstairs, as you trudge up the stairs, you pull out your phone and tap into your group chat

The phone rings a few times before Leanne picks up, her face filling the screen as she spins lazily in her chair

“What’s up?” she asks, tilting her head in curiosity

“I need a way out” you groan dramatically, flopping onto your bed with your phone hovering over your face

“Out of what?” Kaori’s voice cuts in as her face pops up in the corner of the screen

“My mom is dragging me to Mrs. Qin’s house” you explain, letting out a long, exaggerated sigh. “And guess who’s gonna be there”

“Sylus” Vanessa guesses, her screen lighting up as she joins the call

“Ding, ding, ding” you deadpan “I swear, my mom is on his side at this point. She even defended him for calling me pretty to my boyfriend”

“Damn, Sylus got your mom wrapped around his finger too?” Leanne laughs, spinning again in her chair

“Not helping” you grumble, glaring at her through the screen

“So what’s the plan?” Kaori leans closer to her camera, her expression serious like she’s ready to strategize

“There is no plan” you sigh, flipping onto your back “She’s giving me fifteen minutes to get dressed, and I don’t have a single excuse not to go”

“Just fake being sick” Vanessa suggests with a casual shrug

“Tried that last time” you reply, groaning again “You know it won’t work twice”

“Well, you could always just… survive it” Kaori says, throwing her hands up as if it’s the most obvious solution

“Not the advice I was looking for” you mutter, shooting her a halfhearted glare

“You’ll be fine” Leanne says reassuringly

“Text us updates!” Kaori adds “We need the gossip”

“You guys are useless” you laugh despite yourself “Well, I gotta go” you add as your mom’s voice rings out from downstairs, calling your name

With a resigned sigh, you end the call and drag yourself toward your closet, already dreading the evening ahead

“On my way back from practice, I bought flowers for you both” Sylus says, handing your mom a bouquet with an easy smile

“Oh, how sweet” your mom says, bringing the flowers to her nose for a sniff “These are lovely”

Sylus then hands you a smaller bouquet. You narrow your eyes at him, your lips pressed into a thin line as his mother watches the interaction with interest

“Thank you, Sylus” you say with a strained, fake smile “How nice of you”

“You’re welcome” he nods, his tone surprisingly polite

You glance down at the bouquet in your hands, your irritation slowly fading when you notice they’re your favorite flowers

“Seems like stalking paid off” you mutter under your breath, making sure only he could hear you

“It did” he chuckles softly, clearly amused by your reaction

You roll your eyes and grip the bouquet tighter, silently praying for the ground to swallow you whole. God, why this?

“Your boyfriend has yet to do this” she whispers, her tone sly as she gestures to the bouquet

Yeah, that’s it. If the universe doesn’t end you right now, you’ll simply die, The last thing you want is your mother comparing Sylus to your boyfriend

Soon after you all move to the table, it was beautifully set, with steaming dishes of food that smelled amazing

You sat across from Sylus, who seemed perfectly at ease, laughing and chatting with your mother and his mother

“So, Y/n” Mrs. Qin began, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, “how do you like having Sylus as a neighbor?”

You forced a polite smile “It’s… fine. Quiet, most of the time”

“Most of the time?” Sylus interjected, raising an eyebrow “When have I been loud?”

You shot him a look “You’re not as quiet as you think during your practice in the garage with your boxing”

Sylus raised an eyebrow, a sly grin spreading across his face “Ah, so you’ve been listening to my training sessions?” he teased, leaning back in his chair, clearly enjoying the banter

You fought the urge to roll your eyes “It’s hard not to hear the punching bag rattle at all hours” you muttered, trying to sound casual “It’s like a drumbeat for the neighborhood

Your mother cleared her throat, clearly picking up on your tone. “She’s just adjusting to the change, Mrs. Qin. You know how teenagers can be”

Mrs. Qin laughed, nodding. “Of course, of course. But you two seem to get along well enough” Her gaze turned to Sylus “Have you been helping her with anything? Schoolwork, maybe?”

“Actually” Sylus said “I’ve been helping her boyfriend understand his priorities”

Your fork clattered against your plate as you dropped it, glaring at him “That’s not what happened”

“Oh?” Mrs. Qin asked, her eyebrows lifting in amusement “What did happen?”

Sylus leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying the attention “Let’s just say I had to remind him how lucky he is”

“You mean by making him jealous?” you muttered under your breath, quickly, shoving a bite of food into your mouth to avoid further questioning

“I think it’s sweet that Sylus has taken such an interest” your mother chimed in, giving you a pointed look “He’s such a thoughtful young man”

You resisted the urge to groan, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on you. Sylus smiled at you across the table, completely unbothered. You, on the other hand, were counting the minutes until this dinner was over

“So, do you attend any after school clubs?” Mrs. Qin asks, her gaze bright with curiosity

You nod, swallowing a bite of food “I do, the dance club”

“That’s interesting” she says with a smile “You cheer too, right?”

You raise an eyebrow, surprised “How did you know that?”

“Sylus mentioned it” she replies

You glance at Sylus, who gives you a small, knowing smirk

“Oh yeah. I do, it’s fun” you say

“I’ve seen them walk together after practice. It’s nice of him to wait for you” your mom chimes in, clearly proud

You almost choke on your food at the mention of that “Oh really?” Mrs. Qin asks, glancing between you and her son, clearly intrigued

“Yeah, it’s kind of late when she finishes” Sylus says with a shrug and you swear you can feel your blood pressure rising

“It only happened twice” you say quickly, wanting to downplay the situation

Sylus raises an eyebrow “Which is still a lot”

You give him a tight lipped smile, wishing you could find a way to shut him up

After dinner, both mothers decided to clean up, suggesting that you and Sylus hang out in his room while they took care of the dishes

You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of parents would let that happen, especially with how teens have been lately

But here you were, walking behind him to his room after he held the door open with a grin “Ladies first,” he said, gesturing for you to go ahead

His room was painted in deep red, with black curtains draped across the windows, a few medals hung on the walls, along with several trophies scattered around and to your surprise, a cat lounged lazily on the bed

You crouched down to pet it, letting your fingers gently stroke its soft fur

“It’s a boy” Sylus said, leaning against the doorframe, watching you

You smiled, continuing to pet the cat “What’s his name?”

“Shadow” he replied

His cat looks up at you lazily, flicking its tail before rubbing its head against your hand

You smile, enjoying the softness of his fur “He’s cute” you admit, giving the cat a gentle scratch behind its ears

Sylus shrugs “He’s more like a cat than a pet, really. Just hangs around when he feels like it”

You stand up and glance around his room, noting the trophies and medals scattered on shelves “You’re really I to boxing, no?” you ask, gesturing toward his achievements

“Yeah” he says with a slight shrug “You could say I like competition”

You nod slowly, eyes flicking to one of the gold medals hanging on the wall “Seems like it’s working out for you”

“Some things do” he responds, his tone unexpectedly serious for a moment

You take a seat on the edge of his bed, still trying to wrap your mind around the idea of spending time in his room

It felt… different. Something about the space felt both inviting and oddly intimidating

As you sit there, Sylus steps closer but the way he’s looking at you makes you realize just how much he’s been watching you since you stepped into the room

You feel the air shift between you both, an unspoken tension hanging in the air

“So, what do you usually do in here?” you ask, trying to break the silence

He smirks, leaning against the desk “Nothing interesting. Just training, games, and… occasionally making people mad”

You raise an eyebrow at him “Sounds like you enjoy the last one”

“Guilty as charged” he replies “You should try it sometime. Might be fun”

You roll your eyes, not taking the bait “I think I’ll pass on that one”

“So how long have you been with your boyfriend?” Sylus asked his eyes watching you intently

The question caught you off guard “A year” you answer, trying to keep your tone neutral

He nodded but didn’t say anything more, letting the silence hang in the air for a moment

“What? You don’t have a girlfriend?” you question raising an eyebrow, still leaning back and absentmindedly petting Shadow

“No” he replied simply, his gaze shifting away from you for a second “If I did, it would’ve been known”

“Got it” you nodded, the air between you suddenly thick with something unspoken. You watched as he sat down in his chair, settling into the silence,

You grab your phone, relieved for something to distract you, It buzzed a few times and you unlocked it to check the notifications from the group chat

Leanne: “Y/n, spill! What’s going on with you and Sylus?”

Kaori: “I swear he’s flirting with you, just admit it!”

Vanessa: “You okay over there?”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, texting back quickly “Nothing’s going on. He’s just being a pain”

You could feel Sylus’s eyes on you as you typed, but you didn’t look up. It was easier that way

[The morning after]

“He was just staring a lot, like he was observing me” you tell your friends the next day, trying to make sense of Sylus’s behavior

“Maybe he was in awe” Vanessa shrugs, a teasing grin on her face

“I don’t know” you shrug, not quite convinced “It was a bit weird when it was just the two of us”

“In an awkward or like a comfortable way?” Kaori asks

“Both, I guess” you sigh feeling the confusion from last night all over again

“And he gave you flowers, your favorite ones, that’s cute” Leanne adds, trying to lighten the mood

“I’m just trying to figure out why he always does the things he does, waiting for me and now the flowers” you mumble, your thoughts tangled

“Well, that gotta wait, your boyfriend is coming and looks mad” Vanessa says, her tone shifting as she spots him walking toward you

You turn around to see him approaching, a frown already forming on his face

“Hey, can we talk?” he asks as soon as he reaches you

“Uh yeah, sure” you nod, feeling the tension “See you guys in class” you call to your friends, who nod and watch you walk away

You follow your boyfriend down an empty hallway, feeling the weight of the moment

“Are the rumors true?” he asks as you both slow down, his voice tense

“What rumors?” you ask, genuinely confused

“You and Sylus having dinner last night?” he asks, his eyes searching your face for an answer

“Oh yeah, was forced to go by my mom” you reply, trying to keep things light but sensing the storm brewing

“And the flowers he gave you?” he presses, clearly not letting it go

“Couldn’t really throw them away” you mumble, feeling uncomfortable “Why are you questioning me right now?”

“I don’t like him” he admits, his voice low and serious

“And I do?” you mumble under your breath, trying not to sound hurt

“It seems like it” he sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration

“Are you kidding me right now?” you narrow your eyes at him, not knowing how to handle this

“What am I supposed to think, you’ve been spending so much time with him?”

“Not by will” you say, your voice edged with frustration

“Right” he mumbles, his eyes narrowing “Maybe we should take a break”

“What? Just because of what happened last night? Are you serious?” you ask, your annoyance creeping in “Whatever, I don’t have the time for this. Text me later or something” you say, turning on your heel and walking away

Sylus watches you enter the classroom, clearly annoyed, with a hint of concern flickering in his expression

You take your seat with a sigh, trying to shake off the tension

“What happened?” Kaori asks, noticing your mood as soon as you sit down

“He wants to break up because of what happened last night” you explain, keeping your voice low

“Because of a dinner you were forced to go to? That’s crazy” Leanne says, disbelief in her voice

“Tell me about it” you mumble

[3:42PM]

You felt like crying when you saw the text message from your now ex boyfriend after school

The words stung, he broke up with you so easily, letting his insecurities about Sylus tear everything down, for a guy who had barely been around for a week, it hurt more than you expected

“You’re fine, Y/n” you whisper to yourself, trying to steady your breath “He doesn’t deserve you”

Breaking up with you over some other guy? How weak was that? The thought gnawed at you as the frustration and disappointment built up inside

You let out a deep sigh, pausing your music, trying to compose yourself

You had ditched cheer practice, too tired to face it all, the last thing you wanted was to pretend everything was okay when it really wasn’t

You wanted nothing more than to be home, away from everyone, to just curl up and cry your eyes out, the weight of everything, the breakup, the confusion, the frustration was too much to carry right now

You just wanted to shut the world out, tune out all the noise and let the tears fall without worrying about anything or anyone

It felt like everything was falling apart and all you wanted was to escape for a while

A pair of shoes stops in front of you but you refuse to look up, already knowing who it is, of all people, he’s the last person you want to see you like this

“I’m not in the mood today” you mumble, keeping your gaze fixed on the ground

He doesn’t reply right away but instead, he sits down beside you. “He’s an idiot” he finally says

You scoff softly glancing at him.“You know this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t talked to him, right?”

Sylus doesn’t smirk or offer a cheeky comeback, For once, his face isn’t wearing its usual confident expression. Instead, there’s something softer, almost unreadable in his gaze

He looks at you for a moment longer, his eyes tracing over your glossy eyes and the way your teeth sink into your lip, an obvious attempt to hold back the tears threatening to spill

You look pitiful, like a cornered kitten, trembling but still trying to hold its ground, Vulnerable, but stubbornly defiant, yet he doesn’t smirk or wear that cocky, self assured expression you’ve come to expect

If anything, there’s something unfamiliar in his face. Concern? Sympathy? His lips press into a thin line and the sharpness in his eyes softens, just enough to make you doubt if you’re imagining it

The silence stretches, heavy and taut, until he finally speaks, his voice lower than usual, as though afraid to shatter you entirely “You look like you’re about to cry”

“And whose fault is that?” you snap, your voice cracking slightly as you glare at him

Sylus sighs, leaning back against the wall behind him, his gaze never leaving your face “Mine, I guess. But I wasn’t trying to ruin anything for you. If he can’t handle someone saying his girlfriend is pretty, maybe he wasn’t worth your time”

“That’s not the point” you mutter, looking away “It’s the fact that he got so insecure over something so small”

He tilts his head, studying you like you’re a puzzle he’s trying to figure out “You deserve someone who doesn’t crumble at the first sign of competition. Someone who can see how amazing you are and not let their ego get in the way”

You blink at him, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone “Why are you even here?”

“To make sure you’re okay,” he says simply “And to remind you that his loss isn’t your fault”

You let out a shaky breath, the tears threatening to spill over “I don’t need your pep talk right now, Sylus”

“Maybe not” he shrugs “but you’ve got it anyway”

His words settle over you like a strange kind of comfort and for a moment, you let the silence between you stretch, letting yourself feel just a little less alone

“You have a fever” your father says, pulling his hand away from your forehead, his brow furrowed with concern

“Don’t worry, I can still go to school” you insist, attempting to sit up

“Not happening” he replies firmly, gently pushing you back down by your shoulders. “You’re staying home”

From downstairs, your mother’s voice calls for him, He looks back at you “Alright, if anything happens, call me, yeah?”

You nod l “Sure”

Your phone rings just as your dad leaves the room and you pick it up without much enthusiasm

“Are you running late?” Vanessa’s voice comes through the speaker

“No, got a fever” you mumble

“Wait, what?! You’re sick?” Leanne chimes in, sounding alarmed

“That’s what my dad said” you shrug, even though they can’t see you

“We’ll come by after school” Kaori says decisively

“Fine by me” you reply, too tired to argue

“We gotta go, class is starting” Vanessa says hurriedly

“Okay bye” you say, hanging up as they rush off

You toss your phone onto the bedside table, letting out a tired sigh

Sylus watches as your parents exit the house, your dad shutting the door behind him

“Y/n is sick today” your mother says, glancing at Sylus “Would you like us to drop you off at school?”

He shakes his head politely “No, thank you. I’ll be fine”

As your parents head toward the car, Sylus hears your dad speak “That’s the boy who gave you and Y/n those bouquets of flowers?”

“Yes” your mom replies with a smile “He’s very sweet”

Sylus doesn’t react but his gaze drifts up to your bedroom window, the soft pink glow from your bedside lamp spills through the curtains, faintly illuminating the room

He lingers for a moment, then turns on his heel and starts walking, his thoughts quietly preoccupied

You scroll through your laptop, looking for a movie to kill some time. Being sick is the worst, it means you’re stuck doing nothing but trying to distract yourself from how miserable you feel

A knock at your window makes you pause, your frown deepening as you push the laptop to the side, shoving the curtain away, you’re met with an unexpected sight

“Sylus?” you say, your voice muffled through the closed window. You slide it open, the warm air brushing past you

“Why aren’t you at school?” you ask, confused

“You’re sick” he replies

“How do you know?” “Your mom told me before they left” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing

You blink at him, then glance down “How’d you even get up here?”

“I climbed” he says with a shrug, as if scaling your house was completely normal “Here”

He sets a bag on the windowsill

“You went to the store?” you ask, raising an eyebrow

“You ask a lot of questions” he sighs, shaking his head as if you’re exhausting him

“Do you blame me?” you mumble, eyeing the bag

Sylus gives you a small smirk but says nothing, leaning casually against the frame like he has all the time in the world

You open the bag, checking its contents, a container of soup, a few snack, a bottle of water, and a drink

You look back up at him, ready to say something, but the sight of him stops you short

The sun behind him casts a golden glow, lighting up his features in a way that seems almost unreal, his hair catches the light and his calm expression contrasts with the casual way he leans against the frame

You feel a strange sensation stir in your stomach, not unpleasant but unfamiliar

You’re not sure if it’s the fever messing with you or something else entirely “Why’d you do this?” you ask softly, the words leaving your mouth before you can stop them

He meets your eyes “Because you need someone to take care of you” he says simply

Chap.3 >

[sinnabarmoth]

The LI's Sisters

I had this idea for a headcanon and can't stop thinking about it! If the LIs had a sister how would that sister interact with MC/you? I also came up with names for all of them just because I could!

Zayne: Zayne has a younger sister by about 2 years named Eviana who is just polar opposite of Zayne. Where he's sorta quiet and serious all the time Eviana is loud and high energy. You met Zayne and Eviana at the same time when you were kids. Eviana immediately called dibs on you as her best friend and would not let Zayne hang out with you two and whenever you did hang out with Zayne she was constantly blocking him from you. Then they moved away and you didn't see them again until you were adults. Eviana was the first to reach out and you got reacquainted with Zayne sorta through her and shortly after started dating him which kind annoyed Eviana. But in that way that your friend says she thinks your brother is hot and you look at him and see just an annoying creature.

"You're in love with my brother?"

"Yes."

"Really?

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"She's sure, Evi."

"No one's talking to you, best friend stealer!"

Xavier: Xavier and his sister are actually twins, his sister's name is Izarra. Now you met Izarra way before you met Xavier. You two went to the same university and met in class, became quick friends, you were also co-workers at this part time job at a little on campus cafe. She's a lot more bubbly and extroverted compared to Xavier. You knew that Izarra had a twin brother but you didn't really ever see pictures of him so you didn't know what he would look like outside of being a male version of Izarra. So when you met Xavier and started dating it wasn't until Izarra was trying to make birthday plans with you that you realized the boyfriend you had been telling her about is also her twin brother.

"What do you think of going to a club for my birthday?"

"Sounds fun! Wait, your birthday is the 16th, right?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Dang it. That's my boyfriend's birthday too!"

"You're kidding. You know I've never actually met this super hot boyfriend of yours now that I think about it."

"Oh right, here's a picture of him. His name is Xavier."

"...that's my brother."

"What?!"

Rafayel: Rafayel has an older sister named Damita who is a lot like him, has a lot of sass to her, a bit dramatic, but is more mature in that way being the eldest sibling/sister makes you. You met Damita before Rafayel when she stepped in to scare off a creepy guy hitting on you at the bar. Damita actually introduced you to Rafayel because she thought you two would get along really well. Despite introducing you two and being happy that you are dating she likes ragging on Rafayel and finds it hilarious when she ends up cockblocking him.

"Dame! You cannot keep barging into my house whenever you want!"

"Oh? Because you're busy making your masterpieces or because you might be fucking?"

"Both!"

"Hey, be nice to your big sister."

"She is only 14 months older than me! We are practically the same age!"

"And yet the only way you got a girlfriend is because of me."

"I'm gonna come to your house in the middle of the night and steal your wi-fi router and all your towels. I swear to god I will do it!"

"For fuck's sake..."

Sylus: Sylus has an older sister that is like 5 or more years older than him named Juno. Juno is 5' 11" naturally but 6' 4" when in stilettos, basically a carbon copy of Sylus personality wise with a resting bitch face that is absolutely terrifying. You didn't even know Sylus had a sister until he was lying in bed with you and he got a text from his sister telling him she was dropping by for a visit. Honestly, that is the only time you saw Sylus get close to scared. Juno adores you, spoils you when she stops by for visits, even flirts with you and you're not sure if she's joking or legitimately trying to steal you from Sylus.

"This shade of lipstick is absolutely perfect on you, my darling. Makes it hard to resist such pretty lips."

"Thanks for buying it for me. I normally wouldn't pay that much for a single tube of lipstick--"

"Think nothing of it. A beautiful girl like you deserves to splurge. I mean, when was the last time you went bra shopping? I bet you're long overdue and I could come with--"

"Juno, stop hitting on my girlfriend right in front of me."

"I'm just offering to take her shopping. No need to be so defensive." leans in closer to you, "But if you ever do decide my baby brother isn't doing it for you--"

"Juno! Knock it off!"

[wolfofcelestia]

I’ve noticed some criticism from players who played the game less then a week.

So basically complaints are :

The relationship pace is inconsistent

The mc is cringe and their dialogue choices are awful

Focuses more on fan services

Doesn’t have a good story plot

Imo I don’t get story plot complaint because we haven’t even began yet with the crazy stuff we basically in the “get to know them phase “

I feel like these really bad takes are only coming from people who don't know what otome games are. LADS has had huge exposure lately that anyone and everyone has taken a peek into the game and, if they aren't the target audience, they're gonna be loud about how this game isn't catering to them

But I feel like a big chunk of these people were drawn in by Sylus. They saw him, made their horrible takes about him, and started saying the entire game is bad due to them not understanding a single thing about Sylus's character or the game itself

>the relationship pace is inconsistent

This is just a newbie take not understanding the separation between the main story and "your" version of the boys in the cafe. Sylus's intro in the cafe was a little abrupt, I can say that, but aside from that, you'll start to see how they change when you raise their affinity levels. Of course, the people who shit on the game won't bother to play long enough to find out what the game really is about

So really, their opinions hold absolutely no weight or value here

>the MC is cringe

Honestly MC was one of the reasons why this game gave me a good first impression. It was when she threatened to leave Zayne on the road because he doubted her motorcycle driving skills. If people can't appreciate MC, they don't deserve to be in the fandom. Yeah I said it, I'm gatekeeping this game 😤

>doesn't have a good plot

This is definitely a sign of someone who tried the game out for a day or two, got stuck, then decided to yell about how shitty they think it is. The main story is time locked so it would take you about two weeks to read. But even then, the main story doesn't contain all of the story. I'm guessing people who complain about the story not being good never read any of the anecdotes or myth stories. Hell, even any of the cards

>focuses on fan service

I'm guessing that most of what they know about the game is from the fandom itself. Yes, we have a lot of thirsty fans here and we focus on what we want to do to them but... Honestly that's every fandom. And this is an otome that caters to the female gaze. If they actually learned about why we like the boys and why we thirst over them, they'll find full essays, analyses, and heartfelt love letters dedicated to the boys

But all they'll want to focus on is the boys in towels or something and complain about the game being too sexualized

Like. So we're gonna ignore all the games that cater to the male gaze huh? The moment a male character shows a bit of skin or does something suggestive, suddenly it's too sexualized? We're not in church here. God forbid women would want sexual fantasies with their romance fantasies too

If all we got was fanservice on pretty models with absolutely no personality, no lore, and no reason for us to be attached to them, this game would not be the huge success that it is today

If they don't appreciate media that's catered to the female gaze, there's literally a whole world full of other media out there for them to consume

Literally, just ignore and block all these bad takes. They're making themselves look like idiots for complaining about something they know nothing about. They'll step into a puddle and say "the ocean is shit" because they just want something to complain about

Especially when something is catered specifically to women

And especially when it's gaining huge success

[kfaem]

Tied || Sylus Qin Love and Deepspace

pairing: Sylus x MC (Luna Do) cw: child experimentation, violence. future established relationship, spoilers for the chapter 9 (obviously) notes: just some headcanons/theories i guess. i started writing this a while back but never really got to it. im sorry that this kinda sucks. i finished writing this when i was a few drinks in and proper grammar kinda skipped my mind lmao tags per request <3 @iwillpissyourpants @lizzetmv

It was hurting again, that familiar ache in her chest that usually made Zayne tense up. She glanced in the mirror of her lover's bedroom, gently pulling down her shirt to look at the scar right over her heart.

The scar had long since faded, hidden from a far away glance but oh so noticeable when she was looking for it. She always wondered why the scar looked so...unprofessional, like her surgeries were all done in some kind of cheap lab. Grandma would never tell her, just brushing her off and repeating the same line she's heard all her life. "That's what it looked like after the attack happened, sweetheart."

When she met Sylus and his team, including a former researcher who was apart of her Grandmother's team all those years ago, it all came together. The lab that remained untouched on the outskirts of the N109 Zone, the weird, dated technology that was ripped from the walls and thrown all over.

After she gained the Aether Core and memories came to her, she could never look at Grandma the same.

"Josephine, they're not as weak as you think they are, if we keep them linked to the same machine for just a bit longer-"

"This is no longer a medical research trial, we're torturing these children and you know it." Josephine, a woman in her late 50's couldn't bare to see the barely moving heart monitors, the scarce beeping giving her nightmares. "Even if they're bound together- what life will they have?"

Sylus was about 13 years old, newly orphaned due to the wanderer attacks that brutalized his home. Luna was 9 years old and the only survivor from her neighbourhood. Sylus clenched his jaw, wanting nothing more than to rip all the stupid wires off of himself, but then she squeezed his hand, turning her head to him. "Sy?"

"Yes Lune?" He whispered, not wanting to attract the scientists outside the door. "Don't talk too loud remember? They get mad whenever we interrupt them."

"...I know." She whimpered in response, her tiny hand holding his even tighter than before. "Sy?" He hummed. "Are we gonna die here?"

"I don't know, maybe." Is what he considered saying, but he knew better than that now. "No Lune, we're gonna be just fine." He was lying to himself.

The lab door opened and both scientists entered the room, one going towards the desk and the other towards their charts. "We should follow through with the implantations tomorrow while the girl is still in good health." The man spoke with certainty, glancing over at Josephine who nodded. "Have we properly decided on...where?"

"Last I recall, we agreed that the boy was to receive the core in his right eye and the girl in her heart." Sylus tensed, realizing that this man was talking about him and the girl beside him. "However, the girl's implant is significantly more likely to go array, we'll have to line up a suitable candidate if she dies during or after the surgery."

Luna began to shake, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. She couldn't speak. Not when Sylus told her not to.

"Tomorrow at noon should be an adequte time to begin the girl's implant, the boy will be much easier and shall require less time."

"Sweetie?" Sylus's deep voice pulled her out of her thoughts, she looked into his crimson eyes, and the scar that she never noticed until after her memories came back to her. "You've been staring in the mirror for a while now, is everything alright?"

Luna let go of her shirt, forcing a smile in her reflection. “Yeah, just… thinking.” Sylus hummed in response, wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his chin on her head. Luna tightly gripped Sylus’s hands, feeling comfort in his hold. “Can we go back to the lab soon? I just… want to see it again.”

His eyes peered up at their reflection, a sudden glaze coating his usually sly gaze. He moved his hand up her body, slipping it under her shirt and letting his fingers run along the scar over her heart. He sighed, closing his eyes. “It took longer than they anticipated, you weren’t responding well to the Aether Core or any medications they were forcing into you. When they brought you back into the laboratory, you were as good as dead.” His chilly fingers continued to touch the scar, and the skin around it.

“Sylus-“ Luna whispered, feeling the slight trembling at his touch.

“They wouldn’t tell me what was happening, I was sedated and taken back for my own surgery. Once I awoke, you were connected to all sorts of machinery.”

“You were… awake?”

“Barely.” His voice turned hoarse as he recalled the long forgotten memories. “I tried calling for you, the one researcher, Eric, decided to separate us.”

Luna held his hand tighter, watching as his eyebrows furrowed. “What happened then?”

“The Evol linkage appeared, a force so strong that the scientists couldn’t break it- break us, apart.” Sylus ran his free hand down her waist, pressing his lips to her neck. "He was angry and expressed the desire to permanently separate us."

"They...wanted to kill one of us?"

"You, specifically." He hummed, "they said you were weak after your surgery, weak enough that they wanted to reharvest the aether core." Sylus turned her around, his arms pulling her to his chest. "But we don't need to revisit those memories, we're here now, together."

"Right," Luna whispered, pulling him closer. "Thank you for staying alive."

"Only for you, my love."

[ramonathinks]

i just know sylus would be head over heels for you ! hhhhhh i just know sylus loves girls who get wet pussies from sucking cock. he likes the enthusiasm that comes from a woman who truly loves a dick in her mouth, shit goes right to his balls. soon as he feels between your legs and finds just how soaked you got from throating him - he's grinning and sinking his fingers inside - kissing you hot and filthy. the wet slosh of him pistoning his fingers in and out of your hole audible and loud - "you want this dick?" and you nod, whining and gripping his arms, "yeah? tell me where." 

i heard aot school castes would be animated, if so i cant wait to see goth mikasa and eren and nerdy armin 🫶 need eren so thick n full inside me rocking me back n forth on his fat cock - gripping his neck n hair n rutting myself on his dick. need him rutting into me. need him to pin me down n fuck me until my brain turns off. need to drag my nails down his back while he bites my shoulder

have a good weekend too bae < 3

-🎀

he’s very much on being vocal and i love thatttt, he wants you to tell him how bad you want it🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙊 ugh like i need him.

& i miss daddy eren so much ☹️ it makes me sad cause he madeee me ugh, i would love to see nerdy armin ik he’d be a good tutor to me especially since im terrible at math, ah i miss a good college au ><. AND STOP CUASE i need him to just let me keep bouncing on it 💪🏾