#soft luke

[jcshallenqb]

he is cinnamoroll <3

[doomed2repeat]

I feel like so many people get catered to with the bad boy archetype being everywhere in the media that they can not even imagine that some people think the sexiest thing a man can be for a woman is a down bad pathetic loser. Just weak and desperate. Colin Bridgerton was on his knees, tears in his eyes BEGGING for chance.

Less bad boys, more soft men, thank you.

[snowballseal]

Tipsy Tricks

Sylus X Reader

Summary: You and Sylus agree to focus on work for a little bit, meaning you don't have time to see each other. That is...until you get a panicked call from the twins saying their boss is drunk and needs someone to cuddle with.

Word Count: 1836

Note: FLUFF - Sylus is drunk, but honestly, I feel like he can handle his alcohol well so he does a bit of acting. It's all just to get your attention and he's a little more clingy. Also, Luke and Kieran my beloveds.

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“Miss, we need your help!”

You blink at the sudden shout that comes through your phone the moment you answer it.

“Luke?”

“Please Miss! Boss is not acting himself!”

“Kieran? Wait- hold on, just-”

“Ah! We’re too late!”

“Please Miss, come save us!”

You blink again as the call ends just as abruptly.

What the-?

You stare at the now dark screen for a long moment, just trying to process what happened. It’s late, late enough that you’re already dressed in your pajamas and winding down in bed. The last thing you were expecting was to get such a panicked call from Luke and Kieran.

What were they even talking about? Why do they need saving? Is something wrong with Sylus?

The thought wedges into your chest like a thorn, sharp and uncomfortable. You hadn’t heard from the Onychinus leader - your lover - in a few days due to his busy schedule. Neither of you liked it, but you agreed it was best he just focus on work, and you’d do the same to keep yourself occupied.

Getting a call like this only makes your anxiety skyrocket.

You don’t even bother wasting the time to change, throwing a coat over your pajamas and snatching your keys as you hurdle out the door. 

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“Miss!!! Oh you’ve come to save us, thank you!”

Luke and Kieran throw the door open before your knuckles even touch it. You jump back, chest heaving from having run all the way from the transport station. They look just as frazzled, well, as frazzled as two men in masks can look. 

“What’s wrong? Is Sylus okay? Why are you guys freaking out?” You shoot out questions quickly, grabbing one of the twins by the shoulders. “You guys were infuriatingly cryptic over the phone! Seriously, who calls in the middle of the night like that?”

“We’re sorry,” Luke leans in, trying to rescue his brother from your vicious grip, “We just didn’t know what to do. Boss hardly ever gets like this!”

“He kept talking about you so we figured you could help us,” Kieran insists, ducking away with the help of his brother.

“Okay, but what’s wrong? Is he hurt?” You press for more details, concern only growing. “What happened to make him act weird?”

“He’s drunk.”

…

Your jaw shuts with an audible click, going tense as you stare at them incredulously. Seriously? All of this, all of the panic, the urgency, because Sylus got drunk? You take a deep, slow breath, trying to ease the immediate desire to knock their heads together.

“Let me get this straight. You’re telling me that you called me. In the middle of the night. After I had settled down for bed. Screaming bloody murder over the phone. Because Sylus had too much to drink?”

“...yes.”

“That’s right.”

You close your eyes. Another deep breath. Slowly, the panic that had washed over you recedes, leaving a sliver of irritation and amusement. You really should expect nothing less from them.

“Okay,” you sigh and prop your hands on your hips. The two seem to relax, like they had actually expected you to smack them. Which you might have, if they hadn’t sounded truly distressed earlier. “So why is this such a bad thing? Sylus is an adult, he can handle being a little drunk, but you two are acting like the world is ending. Why?”

“Well you see-”

“Boss gets incredibly physical when he’s drunk-”

“Not in a violent way-”

“Unless he’s around people he doesn’t like.”

“Right.”

You blink slowly at them, “...so?”

“It’s scary!” Kieran crows.

“It’s like having a kodiak bear trying to give you a hug!” Luke adds, curling his fingers in a gesture you’re sure is meant to mimic said bear.

“We love the boss, but we can’t handle him like this.”

“And he kept asking for you! So we called.”

Ah.

You take a moment to really process all of it. Sylus is drunk. Sylus is a touchy drunk…

It’s too good to pass up on

“Alright, boys,” you hum, an excited grin slowly spreading across your lips. You clap both of them gently on the shoulder. “I’ll take it from here. You can go hide wherever you usually do.”

“Thank you, Miss.”

“We knew calling you was the right decision. Please take care of our boss.”

“I’ll do my best.”

The twins skitter off as soon as you let them go, leaving you alone in the foyer. You quietly slip your coat off, hanging it up properly before making your way further into the base. Not knowing exactly where Sylus could be, you check all the obvious places. The bar. His bedroom. The kitchen. All of which are empty.

Finally you come to the den. Each step makes your heart race a little quicker, the thick silence putting you on edge. A drunk person shouldn’t be so hard to find. But as you step into the room, looking over every nook and cranny (despite how large the man in question is), you once again find it empty.

Where on earth could he be?

“My, my, a kitten’s wandered into my home.” You nearly jump out of your skin when an arm curls around your waist, drawing you back against a solid chest. The familiar warmth of his touch is like a balm to your nerves. You glance over your shoulder, gaze meeting a pair of sleepy vermillion eyes, their depths hazy and dark. “You broke our agreement, sweetie.”

You bite back a smile, “Maybe I wouldn’t have had to if a certain someone hadn’t gotten tipsy and scared the boys.”

Sylus huffs, his face dipping to nuzzle into the crook of your neck in an uncharacteristically soft show of affection. His breath is dizzyingly warm against your skin, his nose tracing featherlight along the column of your throat, like he’s breathing you in. It makes you feel dizzy. You clutch onto his arm to anchor yourself, breath hitching when his lips press tenderly against your racing pulse. 

“I’ve missed you.” 

The words are a mere whisper, the sound rumbling through his chest, so deep you can feel it with how his body leans into yours. You let out a shuddering breath, eyes flickering shut.

“I missed you too, Sy.”

So much. You didn’t want to admit to yourself just how much his absence had been wearing you down. Little by little until you could feel the gaping emptiness, like a stream carving a canyon. You were homesick. And it makes your heart flutter to know he felt the same.

“How about we sit, huh?” You suggest softly, and his arms tighten. Turning your head, despite the awkward angle, you press a reassuring kiss to his silvery locks, “I’m not going anywhere, love. I can’t support your weight much longer, though.”

Seemingly appeased, Sylus lets out an understanding hum. In a puff of black smoke, you find yourself settled on the couch, your back pressed into the soft leather with Sylus laying on top of you, his arms still curled around your waist, head resting on your chest. He nuzzles into you like a cat, letting out a long, drawn out sigh.

It’s adorable really. And jarring. While Sylus has never shied away from being affectionate, it’s always been in his rough, teasing way. This feels tender. Vulnerable. While you were originally planning to tease him to no end, you find yourself overwhelmed with a gentle kind of adoration for the man, your fingers softly fussing with his hair.

“You know, I think I like this side of you.”

“Hmmm, is that so?” Sylus mumbles sleepily, his eyes barely open as he gazes up at your face.

“Yah,” you breathe, tracing the relaxed line of his brow, fingers skimming down his cheek to brush the corner of his lips, “You’re acting so cute and docile. Maybe I should start calling you kitten.”

Even sleepy Sylus won’t let that stand. The second your fingers graze his lips, he nips at them, not enough to hurt, but enough to make you snatch them back, inhaling sharply. Heat curls in your chest, matching the heat burning behind his gaze as he flashes you that lazy yet dangerous smile.

“Don’t mistake my affection for passivity, sweetie,” he rumbles, pushing himself up just enough to graze his lips against yours, the smell of expensive alcohol and his rich cologne clouding your senses. “You should be more wary of a man when his restraints are loose. There’s no telling what he might do once you fall for his trap.”

Ah. You hold back a giggle, eyes narrowing up at him with mirth. So that’s what this was all about.

“Trap, huh? Is that what this was? Did you get tipsy and scare the twins on purpose so they’d call me?”

Sylus doesn’t look ashamed for even a second, offering a nonchalant shrug. The way his ears go red, though, tells you that you’ve hit the nail on the head.

“Aw, you did all that just cause you missed me?” Reaching up, you loop your arms around Sylus’ shoulders and draw him even closer. Your lips brush his as you murmur, “You could have just called, pretty bird.”

“And what fun would that be?” Sylus tilts his head, eyes flickering down to your lips. 

He wants to kiss you breathless, the sensation of your lips ghosting against his driving his already muddled thoughts wild. The way you look under him, hair a mess, dressed in such cute pajamas, is a perfectly tempting image, but it’s the fact that he can’t quite think straight that makes him hold back. While getting drunk was certainly a good way to get you here, it was not conducive to anything else he might want.

And simply having you by his side is enough.

You sigh as Sylus presses a sweet kiss to your lips. Unlike most of your kisses, this one isn’t about passion or hunger. Intense, yes, but intense in a way that feels like devotion. It’s reverent and slow, leaving a lingering hum under your skin as he draws away.

“Will you stay?”

Fondly, you rub your nose against his ever so slightly, “Of course.”

“Good.”

Sylus lowers himself back into you, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck. Your arms loop around him, fingers going back to his hair. The silence that envelops you is comforting, the only sound being that of your mingled breath. His warmth covers you so completely, you can’t help but relax, eyelids growing heavier with each second that ticks by. Sylus’ breathing steadily grows deeper, lulling you further and further into sleep. Until you slip under, your lips pressed to his temple as you fall asleep.

And that’s how Luke and Kieran find you the next morning. Cuddled up, with their boss curled around you protectively, like two lounging cats.

You wake up to a notification on your phone.

The picture immediately becomes your new background.

(And secretly, Sylus also makes it his, too.)

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Hope you enjoyed, my lovely fishies!!!

[only-freaking-sunflowers]

I promise you don’t look like my sister? possibly to be completed on your next lunch break?

No lunch break tomorrow because I'm working the night shift, so I'll do this one tonight!! Thanks for thinking to give me workday tasks though Liz xx

“Genuine connection,” Luke repeats. “Yeah, I’d say that’s what we have going on here. I wholeheartedly mean it, though, Anna– if we get into this and you realize it’s not good for you–”

~ WIP Weds ~

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[guadalajarawontdonow]

"think nothing of it."

"no, i'm thinking a lot about it."

[penelopesbridgerton]

BRIDGERTON | "TICK TOCK" (3.05)

[bewaryofpity]

luke's fav thing in the whole world (even more than hockey) is you doing anything with his hair 100%. like, drying + styling it so the curls stay, mussing it with your fingers whilst he's laying in your lap, tugging it, and holding him closer whilst you press your lips against his 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ but especially when he had a bad game or he just needs reassuing, it's grounding.

he’s such a sweet, sweet boy either guiding your hand in his hair or simply dropping hints. but after a bad game? oh he’s desperate for your touch and doesn’t hide it at all.

he comes home moping, head low and shoulder tense, but when he sees you on the couch a sigh of relief leaves his lips. you’re there, ready to take him in your arms and reassure him that everything will be fine, that he has nothing to worry about because at the end of the day you’ll always be there for him.

and luke drops onto your lap, face rubbing into your stomach to hide from the world, yet all it takes for him to forget about the awful game he had are your hands. you and your fingers working through his curls, slowly, making sure to rub at his scalp as you feel the tension leave his body. he whines a little when you stop your movements to tap on his shoulder so he can move up and rest more comfortably. and soon his face hides in the crook of your neck, nuzzling his cold nose into your warm and soft skin. while whispering sweet nothings against his temple, still combing through his hair, he could almost fall asleep, finally content and peaceful after a long night.

[savsverson]

that goofy ass smile on his face oh my god.

[khickuwa]

wintertime warmth. ❄️

a gift for @sentavoarts! @marilukeweek

[padmestrilogy]

the knife padme concept art is cool & fun and i don’t blame anyone for only remembering “padme was supposed to try and kill anakin”, but . to meeeeeee the best and most tragic part of that concept is when padme holds the knife to anakin’s throat, he doesn’t fight back, he lets her.! she can’t go through with it, but he would’ve let her ! padme trying to talk anakin down and get through to him speaks more to the core of who she is (and who luke is, very important parallel here) but anakin being willing to die by padme’s hand in the middle of his murder spree feels so true blue gothic to me, i do mourn that

[iiilllsam]

colin with sleepy baby agatha 🫶 (im in need of some fluff excuse me)

[lilithafrodite]

Penelope: Colin, why is there a frog hopping around the house?

Colin: Well, the children wanted a pet, and I thought…

Penelope: A frog, Colin? Really?

Colin: They named him Sir Hopsalot! How was I supposed to say no to that?

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[salemrph]

Midnight Rain

A/N: Quick Idea. We had a dance with Xavier and Zayne, and the memory of running under the rain with Rafayel. But… what if we put dance and rain together while holding hands with Sylus? I’m getting flustered...

Character: Sylus & Reader/MC/You

Genre: romantic, fluffy

Word count: 933 | Reading Time: 3 min

The first raindrops fell in soft, hesitant pats against the pavement. By the time you and Sylus reached a place to take shelter, the sky had fully blacked out, drenching the streets in silver drops. The neon glow signs from the N109 Zone reflected off the wet ground, creating a dreamy hue around you both. 

You sneeze. You shivered slightly, the sudden chill of the rain mixed with the coolness of the night creeping into your bones. Without a word, Sylus slipped off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders. His scent clung to the fabric, wrapping around you like a quiet embrace. His fingers lingered a little too long at your collarbone before he pulled away, shoving his hands into his pockets with a smirk.

"Guess we’re stuck here for a while," he mused, his eyes flicking from the rain to your face. 

“Can't you just teleport us to the base?” Sylus looks at you confused but amused. 

“That's not how my Evol works…” you’re a little upset because you want to sit her by the fireplace as soon as possible. "But… we can do something else.” 

Your ears twitch, waiting for your boyfriend to tell you the quickest way to get home.

“Dance with me in the rain"

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, but the way his voice dipped into a softer tone made your pulse stutter. "Sylus, it’s pouring. We’ll get soaked."

"And?" He tilted his head, amusement glinting in his eyes. "Is the kitten scared of a little water?"

You narrowed your eyes on him, challenging. "No…!"

Without waiting for a response, you stepped into the rain. The cold was sharp at first, seeping through your clothes instantly, but the moment Sylus followed, grabbing your wrist and spinning you toward him, warmth spread through you. His laughter was rare, but tonight, it was rich and unrestrained, blending with the rhythm of the downpour. 

The romantic moment contrasts with what you were doing just half an hour before. running, hiding, investigating. All of it was just to complete the main mission: eliminating a few of Onychinus’ enemies.

His hands found your waist, pulling you close as you swayed in place. The world around you blurred. Just the two of you in the midst of the storm. Raindrops traced down his cheekbones, clung to his lashes, but all you could focus on was how he looked at you, like you were something worth getting lost in.

You tilt your head slightly, resting against his chest, and without thinking, you start to hum, a soft, random tune that drifts between the raindrops.

"That song…" he murmurs. "Is it something you know?"

You pause for a moment, then smile. "Not really. Just… something in my head."

He hums in response, a content sound that vibrates through his chest. "Keep going."

So you do. The melody is unstructured, nothing more than a passing thought turned into sound. You keep moving under the rain.

Sylus presses a slow kiss to the top of your head. "I…like to hear you sing. You have a nice voice. "

The moment stretched, his breath warm despite the cold. His hands tightened ever so slightly at your waist, hesitant, almost waiting. And then, without overthinking, you reached up, brushing damp strands of hair from his forehead before pressing your lips to his.

The rain became irrelevant. The chill disappeared. It was only the taste of him, the way his lips pressed urgently against yours, the way his fingers curled into the small of your back like he was afraid to let go. Time melted into the storm, into the warmth of his embrace.

When you finally pulled away, breathless, Sylus rested his forehead against yours, his grin softer now. "Told you the rain wasn’t so bad."

You laughed, shivering as he pulled you closer, hugging you. 

—

On the roofs of the adjoining buildings there are two figures sitting in the rain. They don't mind getting wet too much.

"Should we interrupt? Luke asks, twirling his car keys on his finger.

"Sure, go on, the boss will punish you by having to clean the library. Or worse, he'll make you read all the books"

Luke wrinkles his nose "But there are no comics..."

"Exactly"

[whumpypepsigal]

Bridgerton s03e07: “Is everything well?”