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꒰ cw ━━━ discussion of dysfunctional family ✦ quick mention of ill family member ⸝⸝ i neglected to proofread im afraid, kinda goin' thru it if u couldn't tell ꒱
dragon!Sylus who ...
❥ understands that family is ... complicated.
⇢ he reclines on a soft chaise lounge, face relaxed the record player spins a gentle jazz vinyl. his luxurious penthouse bedroom is a choir of scarlets, plush furniture, and velvet and leather textures — a perfect collaboration of his aesthetics, adorned by his hoard of treasures that are neatly lines up in clear shelving units
⇢ his dragon tail flexes near the floor, aimlessly tracing shapes in the carpet. his horns proudly protrude up and his wings remain tucked to his back, fluttering with satisfaction every so often when the music kicks up
⇢ you hate to bother him when he looks so dreadfully blissful
⇢ but who else could you possibly turn to? your family — your so-called blood family — was actively falling apart. no matter how hard you tried to pivot and catch everybody's burdens and drama, it all shattered and cascaded between the gaps of your fingers like fine sand, cutting tiny invisible scars all over your palms
⇢ between the incessant arguing with your parents, a beloved extended family member falling ill, falling out with younger family members who think they know everything and more ... the perfect bubble was popping and the world would finally get more than a glimpse behind the curtain at what your family was like
⇢ no more painfully fake smiles over silent dinners. no more "yes, everything is okay!" -- no, nothing was okay. and somehow it all felt like it was your fault. you clench your fists tightly by your sides, taking a shaky breath in
⇢ "are you planning on coming in or will you remain at the door like a frightened kitten?
⇢ his grand, booming voice shakes you out of your reverie
⇢ your feet move into the room, your toes sinking into plush carpet that mimicked the texture of clouds with each tepid step. you slink up to him, stiff as a board, your fists still balled up as if they were trying to keep your anxiety caged inside of them
⇢ your eyes meet his
⇢ "keep those brilliant eyes on me, won't you, sweetheart? i dont' bite"
⇢ "well," he says after a moment, a subtle tilt to his head as he pushes himself up to lean on one arm, eyes still laser-focused on you, "not right this moment, anyway. seems like it wouldn't be appropriate given your solemn expression"
⇢ you laugh bitterly. "my whole family is biting me in the ass already. join the party"
⇢ he gracefully extends a claw out to you, the slight smile never leaving his face
⇢ "i'm not in the business of dogpiling, especially not to those already in their darkest moments. it's unbecoming and unnecessary. now come, lover -- what is this about your family? are they giving you problems again?
⇢ once again your body moves without you, taking his hand and letting him pull your body flush against his until you are curled up against him. you feel his fingers drift across your lower back as he pulls up the fabric at the bottom of your shirt. delicately, his nails scratch up and down at your exposed flesh, sending chills up your spine. he grins as you shiver with delight, your own hand reaching up to carefully glide across his collarbone and shoulder
⇢ you open your mouth to speak, but it quickly occurs to you that you have no idea where to start. he had finally, successfully coaxed you into telling him when you were having trouble at home. you had gotten used to facetiming him, texting him long paragraph after long paragraph, ranting and raving after one too many sips of his best wine. now, though, in this moment, you just ... look at him. mouth agape like a flounder gasping for air
⇢ your bottom lip quivers, a small squeak escaping your lips. your shoulders sink as you dip your head between the middle of his decolletage, completely lost for words at this point. what haven't you already told him, time and time again? it's like nothing changes. in fact, it seemed that things preferred to get worse before you the next trauma or tragedy -- no space to breathe or heal or process
⇢ you watch as a lone tear makes a break for it, trickling down then splashing on the lustrous red gem that sat beautifully in his chest
⇢ "not a word was spoken ... yet i seem to understand everything with just your body"
⇢ a beat of silence. between sniffles and hiccups, you feel the tip of his tail smooth away a wet trail leaking down your face. one giant wing arches over both of your bodies, lightly fanning your hot face. his thumb finds your cheek, stroking it with a pure tenderness that you have not felt from your own blood in what felt like a very long time
⇢ "i can't fix them for you, my love. i can only offer myself as the family that found you and accepts you for all that you are. myself, the twins and yes," -- he laughs, the joy rumbling in his chest and radiating through his skin to yours -- " even mephisto. we cannot replace the ones who were supposed to support you unconditionally. and we won't try to. they are them and we ... we choose you. i choose you. over and over again in every single timeline"
⇢ " ... please believe me, baby. i love you. i love you so much. if i could devour your pain and pluck it out of my teeth like a pathetic, lowly thing ... i would. i would chase it out of you or tell it to be very, very quiet"
⇢ you smile
⇢ he asks if the wind from his wing is too much. you shake your head slowly. he asks if his tail or his claws are too harsh against your soft, lovely face. no, you whisper with a slight crack. you're perfect
⇢ "hm. as are you," he purrs
⇢ he cocoons you into him, blocking out the rest of the world with his wing until it is nearly completely dark. his hand cradles the back of your head and his wide chest rises and falls against your curled figure. a single scarlet light emanates from above, casting a glow across his and your features
⇢ suddenly, you feel ... heavy. your eyes can barely keep themselves open. you lean up to wrap your arms around his neck and he obliges, adjusting his posture so that your legs tangle, and his body offers a light pressure on top of yours as you drift to sleep
⇢ the tears begin to dry. he knows his job of adoring you with no strings attached will never end, but ... luckily that's quite easy for him. he knows how brave and headstrong you are capable of being -- but one of his greatest treasures, highly valued over all of his measly earthly possessions, is your trust in him so that you may rest and feel peace when the rest of your world betrays you
incoming letter ⋮ i wish i knew you wanted me .ᐟ ꒱
ⵌ to whom it may concern . . .
massive tease!dick grayson x oblivious and insecure!reader golden retriever!wally west x black cat!reader
ⵌ s u m m a r y . . .
dick "we've been a thing for a hot minute. catch up lol" hydrogen bomb vs wally "HUH? WE'RE A THING? IT WORKED?" coughing baby
ⵌ c o n t e n t s . . .
[ songfic ] bad habit by steve lacy ; bullet point imagine format ; i held myself hostage and beta'd
⟢ no gendered pronouns, no y/n, no detailed description of reader's body
⟢ dick's reader ruminates and is self-conscious and clingy but not overwhelmingly self-deprecating ; dick uses a petname over text [ baby bird ]
⟢ wally's reader is standoffish and blunt but not cruel
⟢ reader is unaware of their alternate identities
ⵌ w. c. . . .
dick 1.5k ⋮ wally 1.5k ⋮ combined w.c. 3k
ⵌ p.s. . . .
well, actually, i came up with the concept first, then remembered this song while i was writing, so &hellip it's inspired retroactively. had to backtrack to fit lyrics appropriately, so they do jump around a bit &mdash hopefully it feels natural to read .ᐟ
༝༚༝༚, ℬ ᨐฅ
Dick Grayson
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ︵ . . . who could tell there was something between the two of you before you even knew
✦ he was nice to you one time and from then on you clung to him like sweet on a clementine
he revels in the citrus taste of your need to be near him,
refreshed by your naïveté in this jaded-ass town
✦ seeing as you weren't aware of your own blossoming romance, of course he has to be the leader and take initiative, guide you in the right direction (into his arms)
// no, you're not too good for me . . . funny, you come back to me
✦ sometimes metaphorically — learning your preferences at record speeds so he can tell you exactly what food you're in the mood for and the best places to grab the best bang for your (his, lol you're not paying) buck; memorizing your schedule and fixing his around yours so he can coincidentally be in the area should you need a lift; random texts sprinkled like cinnamon powder throughout the day to remind you to unclench that jaw and relax your shoulders because he knows you're doing it (he's correct)
✦ sometimes literally, with a palm at the small of your back;
fingers smoothly curling around your wrist when you've been separated from him in a large crowd and feel a panic coming on, his thumb swiping over your knuckles while he mouths, 'it's okay. i'm right here'
✦ at the club, shaking his shoulders and hips, hooking his fingers at you, a "come hither" gesture beckoning you out onto the dancefloor with his waggling eyebrows because you've been hunched over the same drink for a hot minute and he wants to see you move tonight. wants to jump and drink and scream the words to every banger that blasts through the speakers
hours pass. your breath heavies and your movements feel like they're pushing through molasses, sweat trickling down your neck. clavicle. further down your chest … damn, he has gotta get you out more often
or have you dance just for him in the privacy of his own bedroom, that'd be good too
darkened, half-lidded eyes observe you salaciously, his bottom lip tucked in as he watches you twirl with your hands above your head. your languid movements falter for a moment when you see that he's watching you …
you timidly shrink under his gaze. 'aht-aht' he tuts, taking your hand and spinning you around once more, your laughter spilling out and reaching him even over the music. your cares fall to the wayside now, the both of you pulling out all the corny moves in this high-profile establishment — the shopping cart, the sprinkler, the robot. top-tier classics, obviously
✦ you look carefree for once
✦ it's nice
✦ takes everything in him not to grab your face, shake you and say "kiss me kiss me kiss me, you dork"
✦ or to grab your ass to deter all the onlookers waiting for a moment to steal you away. technically you're still free game, and it's against his arbitrary made-up rules to intervene until you realize you're his
buuuuut he believes in you
you'll figure it out
eventually
✦ he might be enjoying this a little though
the whole spoiling you stupid in every single way possible, dropping hint bombs and watching you unwittingly absorb the impact, not realizing that something inside you changes every time. not right away. not entirely
// i turn it on, make it rowdy . . .
✦ the one-sided barrier comes crashing down since his lips always find the top of your head or shoulder; when hands clutch and drag you so that you're situated comfortably in his lap like a beloved teddy bear, even around your friends ; ankles crossing around yours underneath restaurant tables. comfortable did not remotely begin to describe your intertwining existences
✦ on the rainiest, most miserable of nights, your thumbs are hovering over the keyboard, fixing to shoot him a text. you rock back and forth, eyes puffy and snot dribbling down your philtrum, deciding if you're willing to triple text him
except he's the one that texts you first, several times, as if he's reading your mind
[ thinkin abt u at work, baby bird, sorry i didnt respond before ]
[ im the worst ikik vote me off the island just vote just vote ]
[ hope you're free in, erm ]
[ an hour-ishhh maybe ]
[ i want street tacos and slushies ]
[ gonna blow up ur toilet </3 but its ok im loaded ill buy you a new one lol ]
✦ it'll be so late … but you'd never sleep again if it meant you would be pulled back into dick's orbit where you belong. his baby bird. snug in the palm of his hand
// . . . then turn around
✦ you've gotten so accustomed to the weight of his presence in your life, you felt like you might float away without his reassuring distinctive scent and clear-sky-over-the-lake eyes. you re-read previous text exchanges that last for hours when you miss him, as if a part of your heart is gone
the ache hits harder when he doesn't respond for days
what does he do again? he said he works for the city … that could mean anything
// . . . and carry on
he always comes back with an apology and a promise to make up for lost time
you always forgive him
✦ wayward anxious thoughts crawl into your brain when dick mingles with other people you consider to be equally good-looking and socially adept
( coworkers, siblings, entire friend group )
( your shy ass is cooked )
✦ plus, he goes away for extended periods of time; sometimes without notice, sometimes at the most bizarre hours
✦ sometimes returning with bruising around the neck, light scratches around his shoulders and back if he's wearing a tank top
✦ it's quite challenging not to let your imagination run wild
who else does he stay up late texting?
what other wallflowers is he luring into a clumsy waltz all night?
who else gets to prettily perch on his lap while his calloused fingertips rake through their scalp?
who else's heart screams until its throat is raw beneath their ribcage at the mere possibility of him loving another?
✦ … oh
✦ a reckoning occurs. a not-comfortable one. an exciting one. a horrible one.
✦ who else … falls in love
with their best friend?
it feels marvelous
you're gonna be sick
[ can you come over sometime this week? i've got some heavy stuff on my mind ]
[ wanna see u now. cool beans? ]
✦ he shows up to your place holding a netted bag full of fruits from the farmer's market he passed on the way
he wears with a fitted black shirt and gray sweatpants and two perfect dimples which bracket an easy-going smile
he looks like a sexy superhero. or is that the rose-colored glasses from your crush on him talking
✦ half an hour passes. the table next to the couch is covered in curling peels of fruit, crumpled-up napkins, and glasses half full. you'd eaten in pleasant silence, his legs tangling around yours as you lounge opposite ways
✦ . . . it's time
✦ 'so —'
✦ 'i … have feelings for you —' you force yourself to blurt out. you successfully look him in the eyes for three whole seconds before you can't take it anymore, suddenly finding the fringe of this decorative pillow far more interesting
'i really like you. sorry if this, uh, feels like it's coming out of nowhere. kinda finding this out recently myself, haha'
✦ aww. you're babbling. you don't know how adorable you are, do you
✦ 'you don't have to reciprocate or anything, i love our friendship the way it is and i would never want to jeopardize what we have now especially because it's probably a silly little crush but i think it's fair that you're aware of —'
✦ he laughs, his smile seeming to light up the entire space around him, even in broad daylight
// you can't surprise a gemini pisces
✦ 'yeah?, he retorts. 'you finally catching up with me?
'i've known for a while
'why do you think i'm so sweet on you?
'all those dates, my hands and lips all over your body in public ... i already claimed you, was waiting for your pretty ass to notice
// fuck around, get tongue tied
✦ 'i - but - you - dates - eh???
'nonononono -'
'nonononono?' he mocks playfully, admiring you through his long lashes with a smirk
'you're sweet to everyone! kind, charming, thoughtful, irresistible'
'mm, i like this. keep goin'.'
✦ a projectile pillow is thrown in his direction. curse his superior reflexes for smacking it out of the way
✦ 'i … i would've made a move earlier if i knew i could be with you. i would've taken a stab at it, even if it scared me'
' nah, i always would've made the first move. i've made multiple, actually. in fact, i turned it into a game to see how long i could pursue you for until you figured out that i was ... well ... pursuing you.'
'ughhh, why didn't you just tell me? i'm … mad that you didn't. i kept moping around, thought you were too good for me'
'it was more entertaining not to, so i bit my tongue for almost, what, three months? it was pretty brutal. BUT i promise to be more
// but i'm not hidin'
'straightforward from now on.
✦ 'and don't talk like that' he scolds, flicking at your knee
'ow ??? what was that for ???'
'that was for talking shit about the person i love. you're the one too good for me and i'm not letting anybody say otherwise, including you. ditch that bad habit'
'...yeah. okay.'
'great!'
'now. kiss me, dork'
Wally West
⊹ ࣪ ˖ ︵ . . . who thought you hated his stinkin' guts the first time the two of you meet
⟢ intimidating hot people are his type though so. be it far from him to not at least take a crack at it
⟢ compliments, letting you have the first bite of his meals and favorite snacks,
attempts at reeling back on his infamous inside-thoughts-turned-outside-rambling, purposefully facing you and including you in the conversation when you get talked over or can't find an opening to jump in
timidly throwing an arm around your shoulder before regretting it and hesitantly pulling it back because you didn't look happy about it. well, you didn't look mad about it either. god you're really hard to read/p>
// please say to me if you still want it; i wish you wouldn't play with me . . . i wanna know
⟢ he paces back and forth, taps his foot at the speed of light, writes out everything he can about you so he 1) doesn't forget, ever and 2) can come up with more creative ideas on how to show how much he likes you so you'd be more comfortable around him. then he can ask you out, with increased chances of you saying yes with enthusiasm and not like you're being held hostage
let's see -- not much for physical touch, not really a talker, you're a bit picky when it comes to gifts, you struggle with accepting favors, and the relief that slacks your body is palpable when you're about to have alone time after a long day ... he's running out of steam here. how can he connect with you in a meaningful and non-invasive way?
⟢ [ wallace ],
you ping him randomly one day. oh shit haha nice. wait. when and how did you get his number?
[ you'll go to the event with me tonight right ]
⟢ he stares at his phone, slack jawed and wide eyed
[ofc i would love nothing more!!!!!]
nope. far too many exclamation points. bring it back, big guy.
[ yeah, ofc! would be more than happy to :) ],
he responds with unsteady thumbs.
⟢ later, he picks you up from your place. 'you look. wow. you look really ... really nice.' he has stars in his eyes as he gives you a once, twice, thrice over
a warm, genuine smile from you. wow.
'thanks', you mumble bashfully, cheeks heated, glancing down and running your hands over your already pristine clothes
⟢ in his car, you politely ask him about his day over the soft pop music drifting from the radio. he stutters through it at first -- idiot, come on, get it together -- but every once in a while at a red light, he catches you out of the corner of his eyes and sees you have your attention completely on him. his breath hitches, and he prays you can't see his face turn firetruck engine red under the passing streetlights. you continue asking more questions, urging him to elaborate while deflecting anything he asks you; you give simple, short answers and turn them back on him with earnest curiosity. he takes note of this but doesn't push. enjoys conversing with you and it gets so much easier
he wants everything to feel this easy with you but
he feels like he keeps messing it all up
⟢ wally pulls up to the venue, gets out to make a beeline for your door, opens it up and offers his hand like a prince charming
his heart buckles. it was only for a second, why does his palm feel naked?
you're standing right there, so why does he miss you so much?
⟢ your hands make a couple more passes over your outfit before you casually link your arm around one of his
⟢ he freezes
⟢ uhhhhhhhhhh . uh . the . uhhh
⟢ ' can't wait to introduce you to my friends, ' you quietly declare, leaning your head against him. your eyes flutter closed for a moment, and he swears he feels your grasp on him tightening ever so slightly
⟢ 'oh yeaH?' his voice cracks. his free hand finds the back of his head and he scratches nervously
// it's okay — things happen for reasons i can't ignore
⟢ 'mhm. i've been telling them about the sweet, annoying, loud, hot, weird guy i fell for,' you continue, pulling him along so that you're heading towards the venue's entrance at a meandering pace. 'i talk about you all the time without even realizing it and they always make fun of me for it
' though i think they're just happy i'm finally dating '
' … yes, wallace, why are you confused. we're together … right? '
⟢ he sputters in pure disbelief, abandoning your linked arm. he throws his hands up. paces. he gestures wildly between yourself and him. he puts a finger in the air like he's about to make some sort of strongly-worded statement before putting it back down. his head lolls back, hands settled on his hips, and he exhales for a long time out of his nose
⟢ ' i
' have been
'TRYING-
your head tilts to the side
⟢ ' to figure out how to make you like me, or even, like, breathe in my direction
' FOR WEEKS-
⟢ ' stop yelling '
his voice softens as he comes close to you, mere inches apart, searching your eyes with desperation in his own. 'and you mean to tell me that ... that we're ... together? like' -- he connects the sides of his two pointer fingers -- 'this?'
no one else would've picked up on the twinkling in your eyes under this cloudless night sky except for him, nor the way the corners of your mouth twitch &mdash you're holding back a smile. he wishes you wouldn't but he'll earn it someday
his breath slows as he watches you watch him back
⟢ ' wally,' you say after what feels like an eternity. he hopes you don't catch his hands clenching closed at you suddenly calling him by his nickname.
'i know it doesn't seem like it because i'm not bouncing off the walls like you. but i get butterflies in my tummy every time we're together. you always extend so much kindness to me, always making me a part of your life even in the smallest ways
'i guess i've been a loner for so long, i forgot to reciprocate the affection … but in my head, i thought you were going out of your way like that because you …'
⟢ 'wanted. me.' your gaze falters. you shuffle your feet and hide your hands behind your back
⟢ 'romantically.'
⟢ he stares at you. he squints
⟢ 'i wish i knew
... you'd felt like this!'
a Certified Wally Smile breaks out on his face, the one that makes his bountiful freckles flourish with the way they stretch over his cheeks.
he laughs, tucking a finger under your chin and bringing you closer to him. your bodies touch, gingerly.
'i thought i was never gonna make a breakthrough with you ... but i guess i did? at some point?'
⟢ 'somewhere between you feeding me treats everyday and the little touches that last just the right amount of time, i suppose.' you nod. wally lets pride quietly bloom inside of his chest as you confirm that his efforts weren't pushing you away
// you always knew the way to wow me
'... and,' you add warmly, sliding your hands and arms around his shoulders, touching your forehead to his, 'the way you let my voice be heard. even if you're the only one listening'
⟢ he can't breathe. his hands, gaining a consciousness of their own in the midst of wally's internal chaos, find your waist and squeeze with tender devotion. his eyes crinkle, smile softens subtly. 'can i ... make it official then? since we're here?'
⟢ he sways your bodies back and forth. you smell the fresh mint on his breath and scrunch your nose with a tiny smile, thinking of him carefully combing his gelled hair back, shaving, and downing an entire tin of Altoids before rushing out of the house. you want to kiss him badly, but you won't say it. not tonight
⟢ ' mhm ' you purr
⟢ ' uhh. ahem. '
' would you. will. can uhh. right so, so what i wanted to ask is. that. i want to. your '
' you have ten seconds '
' do you. wanna go steady. with me '
' are you 80 years old. ask like a normal person '
' i am. trying- '
' you quite literally already know the answer '
' mayipleasebeyourboyfriend.please. '
' mmmm gotta think about it '
' HEY '
' ok ok geez yes '
// go stupid, go crazy;
⟢ he fist pumps and shouts, taking victory laps
// it's biscuits & gravy
⟢ he tells any and all passersby that the two of you are in love and dating
⟢ it's embarrassing but quite sweet nonetheless. you adhere to his side for the evening, opting to tentatively hook a single finger around his instead of hanging off of him like before now that other people are perceiving you
eventually you'll love him more brazenly — you would never want him to question your affections for him
but from what you've gathered from all your stolen glances at him, seeing him beam like a beacon in the night …
// . . . i know i'll be in your heart 'til the end
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the steam in the shower is thick enough to hide in but sylus has a way of finding what he wants. he has you bent over his forearm, front presses up against the wet tiles, ass arched up high, and body slick with your body wash that he loves to use up so much. you’ve gone still as his thick fingers slip in and out of your sopping cunt, taking the time to prep you for his monster of a cock.
“you’re very quite now, sweetie,” he whispers, voice deep and low, and you can easily sense the grin in it. “where did all that big talk go?”
sylus adds a third finger and you find yourself struggling to respond, cheek pressed against the cold tile, eyes rolling back like he’d already fucked you dumb. “i’m r-right.... here,” you gasp, clawiing the tile. you hear him chuckle behind you, that deep rich laugh that has your walls fluttering against his fingers. “good. then pay attention.” he leans down and bites your shoulder hard, leaving behind a mark. you cry out, but before you can move, his large hand comes down to slap your ass with a loud smack, sting hot. “nngh... sy-lus! that’s gonna bruise!” you whimper, brows furrowing at the familiar sensation.
he laughs at your words. “then you’ll have a souvenir to see how thorough i’ll be fucking you.” he slaps your ass once again, even harder to see the red bloom on your skin and your pussy pulse against his fingers. he retrieves his fingers and guides his cock to your opening, and with one brutal shove, slams all the into you.
“oh! g-god..syyy..” you sob, fingering scratching at the grout. he’s so big, pressing against your gummy walls to the max.
“still concerned about the marks, sweetie?” he grunts, hips starting a punishing, fast rhythm. because of the body wash and water, every thrust is slick, sliding in and out with a wet squelch. everytime his hips crash against your ass, it makes a heavy thud that vibrates through your body. sylus starts hammering into your sweet spot, hitting it so hard your vision starts to blur.
“mmmh.. a-ah! s-sylus.. too deep, you’re-!” you moan, your tight walls, clenching around his dick hard. he chuckles at your moans, cute, he thinks, before sucking down your nape, to bite your ear lobe.
“surely, i’m exactly where i need to be?” he mutters, his breath hot in your wet skin. he reaches around, pinching your clit down with his thumb and rubbing it in fast heavy circles while he keeps pounding into you from behind. the feeling is a total disaster for your coordination. you’are shaking, knees knocking together as the tight coil in your stomach builds up as his thick tip abuses your cervix.
“s-sylus, i’m-i’m gonna—come!” you whine out, voice like sweet music to his ears.
sylus hums, letting out a groan as he nears his own release. “look at me,” he commands, hand coming up to grip your chin and turn you toward him. tears are streaming down your pretty face as he presses a soft, sloppy kiss to your pouty lips. his grip on your waist tightens, thrusts becoming, shallow and frantic as presses tight against the obvious bulge low in your stomach. “give it all to me. now, sweetie.”
your whole body locks up. you scream as you fall over the edge, walls squeezing him in tight pulsing waves. the pleasure is so sharp, it makes your head spin. the coil stomach snaps, white hot cum spilling out of you. “good girl,” sylus grunts, driving in one last time before he spends himself deep inside of you, the warmth of seed filling you up.
social media au, period comfort if you squint ; period-haver reader, no genitalia mentioned ; reader got some bite to 'em but they love valko i promise LOL ; reader uses brown skin tone emojis but anyone can read
ⵌ p.s. . . .
i wrote this on july 3rd and am scheduling this on july 7th before i know if valko has been released or not. :] Pray for me. Deadass.
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permission to hug? (valko, fluff/comfort)
academic dishonesty (zayne, um...anti-AI fluff?)
chocolate trip (valko, period comfort/fluff)
pity party (zayne, fluff/angst/comfort)
divider from @thecutestgrotto. i do not allow translations. do not plagiarize or feed my work to ai.
“What are you saying? You reaaally want to quit your job and move to the N109 Zone with me? Say no more, Sweetie~”
Sylus teases as you glare at him in frustration. Your mouth moves, but no sound comes out.
It was certainly the last time you joined the Twins to help with one of their little experiments, since this one left you temporarily without a voice.
While the antidote is still in the making and needs a few more hours, Sylus is using this to his entertainment.
“How unfortunate, Kitten. I guess I’ll have to speak for you today.”
He opens one of his drawers and pulls out a pair of synthetic cat ears.
You already know he’s going to have the time of his life over the few hours.
“You were so adorable when you turned into a cat. How about we recreate that today?” He dangles the kitten ears in front of you with a smug grin.
“Just say something if you don’t want me to put them on you.”
You shoot him a playfully annoyed look, though you don’t really mind.
“What did you want to say? ‘Sylus, you’re devastatingly handsome today?’ Oh, Sweetie, how kind of you to say so.”
Sylus gently places the ears on your head.
“How cute~” he admires you in your new look.
He then fastens a collar with a tiny bell around your neck before scooping you into his arms and carrying you over to the couch, settling you comfortably on his lap.
He pours each of you a glass of wine before absentmindedly playing with the little bell on your collar.
“Say, Kitten… who do you belong to?”
You glance up at him but don’t even bother opening your mouth. Instead, you calmly take a sip of your wine and gesture that you, and your body, belong to yourself.
Sylus smiles amused. “Right… So, when I do this…,” he hooks a finger beneath your collar and gently tugs you closer, “… what are you going to do about it?”
You glare at him and lightly bite his finger, earning an entertained laugh.
“Hm, someone’s moody. What if I do this…,” his hand slowly trails up your skirt, finding its way closer to your core, “… will you finally speak up?”
Normally, you’d fire back with something cheeky just to mess with him, but nothing leaves your lips. Instead, you simply hold his gaze.
“Nothing, hm?” he flicks the tiny bell on your collar, “Listen, it’s your little soundtrack,” he grins. You give him a soft, kitten-like slap across the cheek in retaliation.
Your eyes wander until they land on a notepad and pen on the table. You reach for them and begin writing, but Sylus snatches the notepad away after the first word.
“No cheating.” You roll your eyes and scratch his chest.
“You’re saying you adore me.”
You frantically shake your head.
“Ah… you’re saying I’m ridiculously good-looking.”
Another head shake, though this time you also tilt your head slightly to the side because, he truly is ridiculously handsome.
“Madly in love with me?”
This time, you don’t shake your head. Instead, you let out a dramatic sigh and rest your head against his chest. Even as a joke, you don’t want to deny that one. Sylus’ entire body relaxes.
He carefully removes the cat ears from your head before gently smoothing a hand through your hair.
“Silence doesn’t suit you. The love of my life can’t even tell me she loves me back, so what’s the point?”
You lift your head and press a kiss to his lips.
After a few affectionate moments, you pull back and finish the last sip of your wine while Sylus idly plays with the bell on your collar again.
“That stupid bell!” The words suddenly leave your lips, loud and audible.
He smirks at the sound of your voice, while your eyes widen in relief.
“There she is,” Sylus grins. “The antidote in your wine sure took its time to kick in. Now, weren’t you about to give me a love confession?” he teases.
“Nice try, but you were the one putting words in my mouth. I wouldn’t dare say such nice things to you…” you tease him back.
Sylus smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead, “you’re a baaad liar.”
⇢ he might be in the middle of a meeting and he suddenly feels a tiny thorn lodging itself into his chest. he pauses whatever he was saying, pressing a large palm flat to his chest.
⇢ " … meeting ajourned. something important just came up. keep working diligently while i'm gone. good work today, team." he's already halfway out the door as his sentences trail off.
⇢ he takes longs strides through the building, his sights focused straight ahead. he doesn't hear any of his employees call after him with follow up questions, or bidding him a curious good-bye. they watch as he makes a beeline for the exit
⇢ the fastest way to you is straight through the forest. his feet pound the dirt as he speeds like a bat out of hell through the brush and understorey. twigs snap and small critters scurry out of the way. his heart beats wildly against his chest
⇢ "i'm comin', pancake. hold tight"
⇢ your scent grows stronger as he swiftly approaches your home. the sting of the wind scratches at his throat and eyes but he only pumps his arms and legs harder. sweat cascades down his bulking muscles and chest, and his tanned skin glistens as the setting sun shines upon it
⇢ he blinks away the sweat that clings to his eyelashes as he looks up at your balcony
⇢ there you are. his tail flicks and swishes happily behind him at the mere sight of you — though from where he stands you are only a small dot
⇢ not for long. he bounds up with his powerful legs, catching onto fire escapes and climbing up whatever might be sticking out or hanging down until he can hop over the short wall and land next to you
⇢ " … hi," he says, his tongue slightly poking out as he pants like a dog
⇢ you straighten up from leaning on the banister, eyes puffy and wet. you sniffle, bringing a knuckle up to wipe away at a plump tear that was threatening to fall. "hi," you respond, offering a weak smile
⇢ "i felt it. i felt you were sad. so i came running"
⇢ you frown for a half second. "weren't you at work?" you ask, hugging your arms around yourself
⇢ he laughs, waving off the sentiment. "yeah yeah but … i mean … they got it," he scoffs cheekily, licking a stripe over a fang.
⇢ he saunters towards you with arms outstretched. without a second thought you rush into him as hard as you can, thinking it would make him at least stumble back a little on impact. of course it doesn't. he thinks you're cute for trying though
⇢ he embraces you with a big sweeping gesture, wrapping you up tight in his giant arms. he's so warm … and really sweaty. you can feel his heartbeat erratically thrashing even under his jacket
⇢ "did … did you run here???" you say, muffled against his chest
⇢ his laugh reverberates against your face before he shoves his nose onto the top of your head, nuzzling, inhaling and planting kisses.
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