Tags: sylus x reader, Sylus comfort, Sylus being the man. Self indulgent fic, slight angst
Everyone knows that life has its ups and downs but what are you supposed to do when it's all been down for you? Everything you built fell apart - not all at once but slowly like a well built sandcastle- slowly but surely. And all you can do is watch softly begging for God to not let it all crumble.
You didn't want anyone to know of your failures. You didn't want anyone to worry either so you did what you did best. You put on a mask- made of smile and well thought out outfits. No one really noticed till Sylus. He was too observant for your liking. You didn't even know how he knew but here he was at your door looking at you like someone tore open his heart.
"I was correct. Something was wrong, do you want to talk about it?" He reached forward wiping a tear that escaped from your eyes without your consent.
"I am fine-" your voice crumbled into a sob just like that damn sandcastle. And without wasting a single moment he held you. Cradling your head against his shoulders- letting you weep into his shirt. He held you tightly as if to absorb all your sorrows to him instead
"It's ok. I'm here now. Cry as much as you want my love it's ok. I'm here. You can lean on me" he cooed as he picked you up and into the apartment, closing the door with his feet. Worry was creased onto his brows as he softly patted your back. He didn't ask nor pressure you to say anything, just held you softly telling you to let it all out. He sat with you there until you calmed down, softly caressing your hair.
When you finally looked up at him with puffy, tear stained eyes he couldn't help himself from leaning down and kissing those eyes he loved so much.
"How long were you keeping all that inside yourself? hmm..? Whether you are sad, angry or upset don't hide it away from me kitten. I'll always be there for you to lighten your burdens. I'll always be there for you no matter what happens. I hope you know that." He said while bringing a cup of water up to your lips.
"I do know that. I just didn't want to show you how weak I am. How much of a failure I am."
"And who exactly said all that nonsense to you?" His eyes shined a murderous gleem
"Nobody. I learnt that from life. Everything I tried to be fell down crumbling like a sandcastle Sylus."
"If you allow me I'll help you build your sandcastle up again, if you'd let me I'd build you a whole kingdom. All you need to do is lean on me. No human is made to go through life alone sweetie." He said while slowly and carefully tracing the lines in your palm as if he was reading them.
Honestly you didn't know how to respond to that. You didn't want to. So you stayed silent. Sylus placed a soft kiss on your forehead as if to say 'you don't have to respond'. So both of you sat there finding solace in the silence.
Now you knew life has its ups and downs but Sylus knew that when it's down it helps if someone is there.
you did not know what came over you. maybe it was a burst of cuteness aggression, or a overwhelming sense of longing, but one moment you were both reading peacefully on his unfairly comfortable bed, and the next you were pouncing on him like some feral cat.
you whined as you kissed his forehead, his cheeks, his jaw, your heart exhilarating at the sound of his deep laugh running free. his hand abandoned the book he was reading to clutch at your waist, his crimson eyes closing as you peppered his entire face with insatiable little kisses.
his breath hitched as he felt your teeth chomping down on his cheek, and he couldn't help but burst out laughing at the hungry growling sound you imited.
your arms wrapped around him, snuggling into his jawline as you cooed. he could feel your adoration, how could he not when you held him so? his own arms tugged you closer, head tilting down to breath heavily on your shoulder, nose nuzzling to the side of your neck.
“i love you so much,” you kissed his cheek, cupping his face lovingly, so gently. he felt a shudder ran through his body, his neck tickling from your wandering touch.
crimson gaze hazy and full of adoration. messy silver hair and relaxed eyebrows. lips parted so temptingly and cheeks flushed like cherries.
“mine,” you breathed with certain clarity, your eyes devouring him in every sense of the world.
sylus felt like melting into a puddle. such mushy feelings should be considered illegal. it wasn't until you touched your forehead with his that he realised he was panting, staring at you with longing.
he hummed, deep but weakly, for the pain in his chest felt deliriously addictive. “yours,” he rasped out, holding you warmly and close. “i adore you, my beloved.”
and the kiss on his lips was soft and lingering, as if you could feel the tightness of his chest, as if you could physically see the love brewed between you and him.
Cw: Allusions to suic*de, depression and self isolation.
Authors note: this is purely written in self interest if you aren't comfortable with it please don't read it. There is nothing gory but just sad.
Sylus had not heard from you in three days now. It might not seem like much to anyone else but knowing the relationship between you two, it was unnatural. It was completely unheard of. Something was wrong. He tried texting, he tried calling, he tried emails, letters, mephisto and even hacking into the security system of your apartment. But to no avail. Mephisto found all your windows locked and curtains drawn shut. The security cameras never showed you leaving your apartment.
Sylus feared the worst. By the afternoon of the third day he was in front of your door. When you didn't open the door for the doorbell or knocking, his desperation took over. With a flick of his wrist he opened the door, his evol swirling around him- as if to shield him from anything he might find in your apartment. A few steps is all it took for his keen ears to pick up on the sound of you crying from inside the house. A few steps is all it took for him to start sprinting towards your broken voice, for his heart to beat like a war drum- ready to lay waste to whoever hurt you.
Sylus might have unintentionally broken the door off the hinges if it wasn't already wide open. When his eyes fell on your crumpled form his heart broke into a million little pieces. There you were curled up in the corner of your bathtub, softly crying. Your eye shot up to him.
You didn't want him to see you like this. Weak, broken and pathetic. You wanted to reach out to him so many times over the last few days, you wanted to hear his voice, you wanted him to find you. But not like this. Not like this.
His step faltered for just a second before he scrambled to your side. "What is it my love, are you hurt? Where? What happened? I'm here. Tell me what happened? Wh-" His voice was strained trying to be soft enough to comfort you and to suppress the vengeance bubbling inside him again whatever or whoever hurt you.
"Sylus- " it was all you could manage before fully breaking down sobbing into his open arms. He picked you up off of the tub and held you close to him. Confusion plagued his mind as he tried to figure out what was wrong.
"Look at me my love, I need to know if you are hurt. Please, y/n- please " his voice cracked as he he held your face tenderly trying to get you to respond.
All you could do was weakly shake your head. And all he could do was hold you closer.
After a while when you had calmed down a bit, you tried to wipe off the tears soaked into his shirt in a desperate attempt to erase the pathetic picture you painted for him. "I'm sorry, I ruined your shirt" you croaked
"Are you really worried about a silly shirt right now kitten?" He said wiping the rest of your tears off of your face. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"
You didn't respond. How could you respond. What would you say.
"You know, I was worried that a little kitten got hurt and was hiding away to lick her wounds. It seems like I was right to worry." He said wiping the tears that stained your cheeks.
"I'm sorry." You whispered, your voice broken beyond even your own recognition. You couldn't look at him so you looked at the object previously in your hand that was now laying at the far end of the bathroom
"Wh-" Sylus followed your eyes to see the glinting object on the floor.
A knife.
His blood turned cold as the realisation hit him. You were drowning in much more than you had let on
"Kitten? Why is there a knife here" his normally smooth voice wavered - begging for you to prove his assumptions wrong. But you didn't.
You didn't speak, rather couldn't speak. Silent tears rolled down your delicate features.
"Y/N answer me. Please wh-why?" He choked
"I am tired Sylus. I'm so tired. I wasn't made for living. I wasn't meant for all this. I don't deserve you- I'm sorry" you finally met his eyes wildly looking for some forgiveness and all you could see was him falling apart.
And all he could see was you vanishing from his arms. He softly covered your eyes- which were too wild and restless, too hurt, too hopeless for him to bare. He placed an ever tender kiss on your forehead and he whispered "Rest. I'm here for you. We'll be ok. I'll make sure of it. Life will bow to our whims my love. You can rest and as long as I live, you won't have to worry about what is, has been and will be. I'll always be here, with you and you, with me." Tears silently fell from his eyes, tearing his soul apart to see you drown and it is then he vowed to give you everything you could ever hope for and more.
Thank you to everyone for the kind words from this fic. I hold your words really close to my heart and I'm just so glad I could help some of you guys. I re read yalls comments and tags whenever I feel down. I love y'all
i love the idea that sylus cannot take his eyes off you. like its physically impossible for him not to track your movements when youre in the same room as him. admire your figure when youre close. let his gaze flit over each wrinkle and line on your face when you emote. committing you to memory. carving your image in the creases of his brain.
and he’s shameless about it.
you catch his eyes and he grins like a wolf, beckoning you near and placing his hands on your thighs, on your waist, on your arms. anything he can touch, anything he can use to pull you closer, closer, closer.
“i like this,” he’d say, fingers ghosting over your outfit, your hair, your lips, your cheek, the jewelry on your neck, the circle around your wrist. something specific to point out, to vary every time. when he really means he likes you— beautiful, stunning, heart-stopping you. he’ll say anything— an excuse to see you flush, roll your eyes, smile because of him.
he’ll stare. he’ll drink you in and get drunk. he’ll fall to his knees at your command. as long as you let him, as long as you like. he will, gladly, keep his eyes on you.
I'm like 97% sure Sylus cried when he found MC again. And he sobbed after he held her in his arms again (when she fainted in the story during the "first" meeting)
Cw: Allusions to suic*de, depression and self isolation.
Authors note: this is purely written in self interest if you aren't comfortable with it please don't read it. There is nothing gory but just sad.
Sylus had not heard from you in three days now. It might not seem like much to anyone else but knowing the relationship between you two, it was unnatural. It was completely unheard of. Something was wrong. He tried texting, he tried calling, he tried emails, letters, mephisto and even hacking into the security system of your apartment. But to no avail. Mephisto found all your windows locked and curtains drawn shut. The security cameras never showed you leaving your apartment.
Sylus feared the worst. By the afternoon of the third day he was in front of your door. When you didn't open the door for the doorbell or knocking, his desperation took over. With a flick of his wrist he opened the door, his evol swirling around him- as if to shield him from anything he might find in your apartment. A few steps is all it took for his keen ears to pick up on the sound of you crying from inside the house. A few steps is all it took for him to start sprinting towards your broken voice, for his heart to beat like a war drum- ready to lay waste to whoever hurt you.
Sylus might have unintentionally broken the door off the hinges if it wasn't already wide open. When his eyes fell on your crumpled form his heart broke into a million little pieces. There you were curled up in the corner of your bathtub, softly crying. Your eye shot up to him.
You didn't want him to see you like this. Weak, broken and pathetic. You wanted to reach out to him so many times over the last few days, you wanted to hear his voice, you wanted him to find you. But not like this. Not like this.
His step faltered for just a second before he scrambled to your side. "What is it my love, are you hurt? Where? What happened? I'm here. Tell me what happened? Wh-" His voice was strained trying to be soft enough to comfort you and to suppress the vengeance bubbling inside him again whatever or whoever hurt you.
"Sylus- " it was all you could manage before fully breaking down sobbing into his open arms. He picked you up off of the tub and held you close to him. Confusion plagued his mind as he tried to figure out what was wrong.
"Look at me my love, I need to know if you are hurt. Please, y/n- please " his voice cracked as he he held your face tenderly trying to get you to respond.
All you could do was weakly shake your head. And all he could do was hold you closer.
After a while when you had calmed down a bit, you tried to wipe off the tears soaked into his shirt in a desperate attempt to erase the pathetic picture you painted for him. "I'm sorry, I ruined your shirt" you croaked
"Are you really worried about a silly shirt right now kitten?" He said wiping the rest of your tears off of your face. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"
You didn't respond. How could you respond. What would you say.
"You know, I was worried that a little kitten got hurt and was hiding away to lick her wounds. It seems like I was right to worry." He said wiping the tears that stained your cheeks.
"I'm sorry." You whispered, your voice broken beyond even your own recognition. You couldn't look at him so you looked at the object previously in your hand that was now laying at the far end of the bathroom
"Wh-" Sylus followed your eyes to see the glinting object on the floor.
A knife.
His blood turned cold as the realisation hit him. You were drowning in much more than you had let on
"Kitten? Why is there a knife here" his normally smooth voice wavered - begging for you to prove his assumptions wrong. But you didn't.
You didn't speak, rather couldn't speak. Silent tears rolled down your delicate features.
"Y/N answer me. Please wh-why?" He choked
"I am tired Sylus. I'm so tired. I wasn't made for living. I wasn't meant for all this. I don't deserve you- I'm sorry" you finally met his eyes wildly looking for some forgiveness and all you could see was him falling apart.
And all he could see was you vanishing from his arms. He softly covered your eyes- which were too wild and restless, too hurt, too hopeless for him to bare. He placed an ever tender kiss on your forehead and he whispered "Rest. I'm here for you. We'll be ok. I'll make sure of it. Life will bow to our whims my love. You can rest and as long as I live, you won't have to worry about what is, has been and will be. I'll always be here, with you and you, with me." Tears silently fell from his eyes, tearing his soul apart to see you drown and it is then he vowed to give you everything you could ever hope for and more.
Cw: Allusions to suic*de, depression and self isolation.
Authors note: this is purely written in self interest if you aren't comfortable with it please don't read it. There is nothing gory but just sad.
Sylus had not heard from you in three days now. It might not seem like much to anyone else but knowing the relationship between you two, it was unnatural. It was completely unheard of. Something was wrong. He tried texting, he tried calling, he tried emails, letters, mephisto and even hacking into the security system of your apartment. But to no avail. Mephisto found all your windows locked and curtains drawn shut. The security cameras never showed you leaving your apartment.
Sylus feared the worst. By the afternoon of the third day he was in front of your door. When you didn't open the door for the doorbell or knocking, his desperation took over. With a flick of his wrist he opened the door, his evol swirling around him- as if to shield him from anything he might find in your apartment. A few steps is all it took for his keen ears to pick up on the sound of you crying from inside the house. A few steps is all it took for him to start sprinting towards your broken voice, for his heart to beat like a war drum- ready to lay waste to whoever hurt you.
Sylus might have unintentionally broken the door off the hinges if it wasn't already wide open. When his eyes fell on your crumpled form his heart broke into a million little pieces. There you were curled up in the corner of your bathtub, softly crying. Your eye shot up to him.
You didn't want him to see you like this. Weak, broken and pathetic. You wanted to reach out to him so many times over the last few days, you wanted to hear his voice, you wanted him to find you. But not like this. Not like this.
His step faltered for just a second before he scrambled to your side. "What is it my love, are you hurt? Where? What happened? I'm here. Tell me what happened? Wh-" His voice was strained trying to be soft enough to comfort you and to suppress the vengeance bubbling inside him again whatever or whoever hurt you.
"Sylus- " it was all you could manage before fully breaking down sobbing into his open arms. He picked you up off of the tub and held you close to him. Confusion plagued his mind as he tried to figure out what was wrong.
"Look at me my love, I need to know if you are hurt. Please, y/n- please " his voice cracked as he he held your face tenderly trying to get you to respond.
All you could do was weakly shake your head. And all he could do was hold you closer.
After a while when you had calmed down a bit, you tried to wipe off the tears soaked into his shirt in a desperate attempt to erase the pathetic picture you painted for him. "I'm sorry, I ruined your shirt" you croaked
"Are you really worried about a silly shirt right now kitten?" He said wiping the rest of your tears off of your face. "Do you want to tell me what happened?"
You didn't respond. How could you respond. What would you say.
"You know, I was worried that a little kitten got hurt and was hiding away to lick her wounds. It seems like I was right to worry." He said wiping the tears that stained your cheeks.
"I'm sorry." You whispered, your voice broken beyond even your own recognition. You couldn't look at him so you looked at the object previously in your hand that was now laying at the far end of the bathroom
"Wh-" Sylus followed your eyes to see the glinting object on the floor.
A knife.
His blood turned cold as the realisation hit him. You were drowning in much more than you had let on
"Kitten? Why is there a knife here" his normally smooth voice wavered - begging for you to prove his assumptions wrong. But you didn't.
You didn't speak, rather couldn't speak. Silent tears rolled down your delicate features.
"Y/N answer me. Please wh-why?" He choked
"I am tired Sylus. I'm so tired. I wasn't made for living. I wasn't meant for all this. I don't deserve you- I'm sorry" you finally met his eyes wildly looking for some forgiveness and all you could see was him falling apart.
And all he could see was you vanishing from his arms. He softly covered your eyes- which were too wild and restless, too hurt, too hopeless for him to bare. He placed an ever tender kiss on your forehead and he whispered "Rest. I'm here for you. We'll be ok. I'll make sure of it. Life will bow to our whims my love. You can rest and as long as I live, you won't have to worry about what is, has been and will be. I'll always be here, with you and you, with me." Tears silently fell from his eyes, tearing his soul apart to see you drown and it is then he vowed to give you everything you could ever hope for and more.
I DONT WANT SEX I WANT SOMETHING SWEET DOMESTIC I WANT TO READ ABOUT HOW THEY LOVE ME UNCONDITIONALLY I NEED TO READ ABOUT HOW WE ARE THE REINCARNATED LOVE ITSELF AND HOW THE CONECTION BETWEEN US IS MORE POWERFUL THAN ANYTHING
It's rare, but occasionally Sylus gets you mad. And the victim of your rage isn't him... but his bank account — specifically, the black card he's given you to use.
"Serves him right. I hope you go broke," you bitterly muttered, purchasing whatever comes to sight.
Usually, you're adamant about not using his money, specifically this card, despite his constant reminder to use it without guilt.
But when he finally comes home, days without warning or contacting you, with his clothes covered in blood and face full of exhaustion, that breaks the camel's back for you.
The result —
A new dining set, this time plated with gold. -$5k.
A new set of diamonds and pearls. -$9k.
A new Camaleonda sofa set. -$25k.
A Hästens bed set that you'll be using alone. -$150,000k.
So when Sylus gets a phone call asking if these purchases were fraudulent or if he would want to lock his card in case it was stolen, he chuckles while he taps his finger on his desk, smirking.
cute. so so cute.
He informs the banker on the other line, “No, run those purchases through."
"But sir, are you sure...? Whoever this is, they've also purchased 100 kitty plushies?"
Unfazed, Sylus responded, "That’s just my future wife throwing a tantrum. She’s cute, no?”
"I-I see."
How adorable and naive were you to think this would ever bother him — no, it excited him even more whenever you decided to challenge him, especially when you didn't allow him to touch you ever since he's gotten back.
And before he ends the call, he orders, "Send me a list of what she purchases, and make a transfer into that account so she could spend more."
Not too long after, you receive a text from him.
From: Don't You Dare Get Weak And Call Him First 🔪
I expedited that bed, Kitten.
But why don't we put it to good use and give your new plushies a good show, Sweetie?
Tonight.
Sylus saying he signed for the rewards in the notifs just made me think of being the mail carrier that has to go all the way to the N109 Zone, go up to this huge, imposing mansion/base, knock on the gd door and be like hi yeah can you sign for this please
And big, Most Wanted Criminal Sylus has to be like sure and take the nearly-dried-up pen and clipboard and sign on the line for MC's stuff
Funnier still just imagine the package is really big so he's like put it in the garage. And this huge underground garage opens up and you gotta back the truck down into it and open up the back and get the dolly and set it down in this huge collection of cars and bikes and be like okay all good to go and get in your truck ans drive away like nothing happened
I drown in my love for the unloved, grotesque, pathetic little things on the verge of death. I pray for mercy on their souls , silently hoping someone would see me and do the same.
Also, babysitting Mephisto while your neighbor, Sylus, is out on business. You confide in Mephie how much you miss his owner, unaware that the devious little crow is reporting everything you say back to Sylus. But he also feels bad for you, and maybe he likes you, so he brings you miscellaneous trinkets he snags from his adventures outside to comfort you. Eventually, he comes to your apartment with the very person you’ve been pining for, and Sylus wears the widest, shit-eating grin because he knows. You’re in the early stages of your relationship, where you still play hard to get, so seeing that he’s on your mind as much as you occupy his is refreshing.
Me reading another person's writing: Oh they missed a period there, no worries mistakes happen :) Three adjectives in a sentence? Adverbs for days? No worries I love descriptions and this story is fire.
Me seeing the same thing in my work: Wow am I illiterate? Am I actually ok? Who the actual fuck told me I can write so I can go and curse their entire family for the time it took for me to carefully craft this GARBAGE.
I wrote this because I really needed to feel a little loved today and if a man isn’t going to do it, I’ll write it for myself. It’s deeply self-indulgent but this is the kind of love I want. Not just any love, but the kind that is all-consuming and unwavering. I’ve never been in love, nor have I ever truly felt loved and as I approach my 30s, I’m feeling it! Maybe this kind of love is unrealistic, maybe I’ve read too many stories that paint devotion in impossible hues. But if I were to be loved, this is how I would want it.
Sylus had always found the quiet unsettling.
His life had always been loud and chaotic, dangerous even. His past life, too, had been filled with sound, of dragon wings beating through the skies and fire roaring over cities. When those cities came for him, their shouts resonated through the air, filling his days with a cacophony that became his white noise, his comfort.
Now, the sounds of guns blazing and motorcycles purring were his norm. Days were his nights and his nights were chaos, loud chaos. He was used to it, thrived in it even.
Silence usually meant that something was wrong. That something was building and chaos would erupt soon. Silence was deadly.
But right now, in this moment, with you curled up against him, chest rising and falling, he thought maybe he could learn to love the quiet too. This moment of peace was far too precious, too perfect that he’d be willing to wage war on anything that dared to break the stillness.
Poor thing.
You’d fallen asleep so quickly, curled on his lap. Your body warm and trusting, your cheek pressed against his chest. He could feel the soft puffs of your breath against the skin bared beneath his robe, the way your fingers had instinctively curled around the fabric at his waist before going slack.
It was too much. Too tender. Too perfect.
His heart squeezed dangerously, threatening to burst with emotions he hadn’t allowed himself to feel for milenia. Still, he couldn’t take his eyes off you.
His hand moved on its own, trailing down your spine, smoothing over the curve of your back, fingers brushing lightly over your hair.
Each tiny shift came with the softest little noises of contentment, sounds he wanted to bottle up and keep forever.
This is what love feels like.
He’d experienced it before, with you. Love that was shouted from rooftops, that set cities aflame and was declared loudly, passionately.
But this was something else. Quieter. Deeper. Unassuming. An entirely different kind of love to the ones he'd experienced before.
It crept up on him in the silence and wrapped itself around his heart, squeezing tightly, narrowing its focus to only you.
It wasn’t a sudden, violent force, like a city razed to the ground.
No, this was entirely different. It was the moment that lobster realised that the pot was too hot to survive, the only choice was to surrender.
And in the end, wasn’t that feeling of giving in a relief?
His throat tightened. His eyes stung.
Sylus exhaled softly, shaking his head gently. “You really do trust me, don’t you?”
The words were barely more than a breath, a desperate attempt to preserve the quiet of the room, but they made that grip on his chest tighten imperceptibly harder.
You had no idea what it meant, how it affected him, to have you like this. Warm and safe in his arms. Completely unguarded.
Completely his.
He scoffed lightly, remembering the way you had first met in this life. The fear, the hatred in your eyes, the anguish in his.
“You're impossible,” he murmured, his voice even quieter now, almost reverent. “You know that?”
You stirred slightly, nuzzling into his warmth, but didn’t wake.
“Of course you don’t. You have no idea.”
Another sleepy noise escaped past the pout of your lips, and he smiled, warm and soft.
A little while ago, Luke and Keiran had knocked on the door, the soft sound enough to make a frown crease between your brows. They’d entered to find a glare fixed on them, red piercing eyes telling them that whatever they had to say could wait.
They left quickly, smart enough to forget the sight before them.
Sylus’ fingers traced idle patterns along your arm, his touch featherlight.
You’d tell him off, if you were awake. Tell him to start his day. Order him to tend to Onychinus. You were so selfless, so giving. You’d put anything and anyone else before yourself.
Luckily, he had no such ideals.
Somewhere, far away, the world still existed. There were people waiting for him, needing him. Things that needed his attention, his approval. None of it mattered.
There was no past. No future. Just this.
Just the steady rhythm of your breathing. Just this moment, stretching infinitely, like a dream he never wanted to wake from.
He was selfish when it came to everything but you. And even then, he was still a little selfish.
He would keep anyone waiting, if it meant he got to hold you, like this. He’d run his business into the ground for the taste of your lips.
He had, and would again, raise entire continents to the ground to ensure your safety, uncaring of anyone that resided there.
Yes, he was selfish.
And he didn’t care.
A quiet sigh left him. He didn’t deserve any of this. Did he? He had ruined too much, burned too many things and left too many ghosts in his wake. Yet, here you were. Pressed against him, completely at ease.
His throat constricted. How? How could something as good as you ever belong in the arms of someone like him?
No he didn’t deserve it, but he would keep it anyway. A dragon’s nature was to hoard.
His eyes roamed your face, memorising everything. Each freckle. Each eyelash. The soft curve of your lips, parted just slightly with sleep. He reasoned that you had to have been made by some higher force. That somewhere, there was a god that claimed you proudly as their creation.
He was torn by that. By the idea that there was something or someone else out there that had a right to you. But you were a masterpiece and it was the only way you made sense.
So if there was a god, let them bear witness. Let them take notes. That his devotion, his heart was offered in quiet surrender to that creation. To you.
Slowl, with infinite care, he raised a hand to cup your cheek, brushing his thumb over your lips in a barely-there touch. Soft. Delicate. Sacred. He wanted to kiss you, but he wouldn’t. Not yet. He wouldn’t wake you.
Instead, he leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours, your breaths’ mingling, breathing you in. You smelled warm, like sleep and something sweet, something inherently you. He shut his eyes, just for a moment, letting the sensation settle in his bones.
And when he pulled back he just stared.
Memorising you. Worshipping you.
It had been a long time since he said those words to you.
Reluctant to break the sanctity of the precarious relationship the two of you had, he’d kept them inside. But here, in the hush of the night, with you deep in sleep, he could be honest in ways he never could before.
“You have no idea how much I…” He swallowed, tilting his head back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling, willing away the fullness that threatened to spill from his eyes. “How much I love you.”
A single tear dripped down his cheek, tracing a glistening path, evidence of his quiet confession.
His heartbeat increased, loud and strong in the quiet of the room. He willed it to still, wished he could make it stop beating lest it wake you from your slumber.
And then-
A sleepy hum.
A shift of your body.
And a murmured, drowsy, “Luh you too.”
His breath stopped.
You were barely conscious, probably didn’t even know what you were saying, but his chest ached all the same. A deep overwhelming ache.
He looked down to see your bleary, unfocused eyes gazing back at his. Heavy with lingering sleepiness and slow blinks.
Your hand cupped his face and swept away more tears that had fallen from his eyes.
Hands wrapped around his shoulders, holding him tightly, like you were afraid he would let you go.
Silly thing, he would never let you go.
Your head nestled into his neck and you pressed a soft kiss to his racing pulse.
“Love you, Sylus.”
His arms tightened around you in response, pulling you closer, needing the physical closeness to ground himself, to remind himself that this was real.
Your breathing deepened again, soft breaths tickling the skin of his neck in a way that promised he’d have a patch of condensation there in a little while.
He didn’t care.
“I love you too,” he whispered into the silence of the room.
His arms flexed around you slightly. His heart, beating a pattern just for you. A silent vow.
This, the two of you, would never be a fleeting moment. It wasn’t something he would allow to slip through his fingers like smoke, something he would lose in the chaos of the life he led.
No.
This was eternal.
He would build up a world from dust to ensure your place by his side. To keep you safe, protected, his.
No matter what happened, he would never let this go.
Never let you go.
And just like that, he let the silence have him.
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Well, that was a diary entry disguised as a fanfiction. Enjoy 🥺
Ever since marrying Sylus, (Name) had perfected the art of slipping out of Sylus’s iron grip without waking him.
She had to—her work started at 7 AM, and he only went to bed at 5.
Carefully, she eased herself out of his embrace, moving like a trained assassin. The moment his arms loosened, she slid away, only for Sylus to stir slightly, his brow furrowing as if already missing her warmth.
(Name) quickly grabbed a pillow and slipped it into his arms. Like a cat seeking comfort, Sylus instinctively buried his face in it, relaxing again.
She stifled a giggle. Too easy.
With her temporary victory, she tiptoed out of the bedroom, heading to the kitchen for her usual morning coffee.
Sitting on a stool, she let out a content sigh as she took a sip—
Only for a familiar black and red mist to suddenly swirl around her waist and coffee mug.
Before she could react, her cup was gently pulled from her hands and placed on the counter.
And then—she was lifted into the air.
"—Hey!" She yelped as the mist effortlessly maneuvered her out of the kitchen, down the hall, and back into the bedroom.
Before she knew it, she was back in bed, wrapped snugly in Sylus’s embrace.
A deep, sleepy chuckle rumbled against her ear.
"Did you think you could escape me so easily, kitten?" Sylus murmured, his voice husky from sleep.
(Name) huffed in amusement, pressing a hand to his chest. "Sysy, I have to work."
"Mmm… no." He buried his face into her neck, arms tightening around her as if she were his most treasured possession.
She sighed, knowing there was only one way out of this.
Leaning in, she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.
Then another.
And another.
By the fifth kiss, Sylus groaned, reluctantly loosening his grip. "Fine. 10 more minutes."
(Name) laughed, victorious once again.
"Deal." She snuggled into his warmth, knowing full well she’d have to escape again soon.
This was inspired by an art drawing from twitter, and i had to write it as a hc for my mc's version LMAO THIS IS WAY WAY TOO CUTE AND SO SO SYLUS CODED i love marriage life imagines w sylus, i love my man so much i hope u guys could tell
I think we need to utilize multilingual Sylus more. He admits to knowing so many languages and learning them to have less loose threads, but you cannot tell me he would not charm you with them
Sylus speaking lowly in your ear when you're waking up, soft things, sweet names, but it's all just sounds that roll off his tongue like music to your ears
Teaching you a language so he can speak with you "in private" during business meetings. Holding you in his lap and asking you while still in the room with the dealers/clients if you like something, if you want something more, etc
Purring foreign words of lust against the skin of your shoulder as he pulls you close, his mouth sucking, biting, teasing your neck with delight
Visibly lighting up with excitement when you learn a new language without him knowing. If your first words in the language are something teasing him, he'll smirk and tut and respond back in that language that "You should be careful what you say, sweetie. You never know who'll understand it"
You purring foreign words of adoration into his ear while sitting in his lap. Sylus groaning and pulling you closer, encouraging you to say more
Sylus translating things for you when he takes you on vacations in different countries. Teaches you the proper etiquette and manners there, too, though he may just let you fall into a blunder or two first for his own amusement
Sitting on Sylus' face and he's speaking five different languages as he moans and praises and begs for more because he's so drunk on you he can't remember how to speak english
Sharing a phrase of endearment or affection between you two, something simple like "I love you" "I can't wait to see you" etc, that you say to each other all the time for no reason than to say it
