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when you download a pdf and it's called like 1328723486basdf12.pdf but then you gently rename it to what it's supposed to be. that's forming a bond with a hurt and wild mythological creature and reminding it who it is.
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There is something almost comical about seeing Sylus in the bathtub.
His long legs resting atop the tiled edge, not that they can't fit. It's his home after all, everything was carefully designed to his likening. "Am I in the presence of adonis?" You grin softly, watching one eye lazily open to look at you. A matching grin tugging at his lips as he shifts his posture slightly. Water runs down his chest in rivets; the entire bathroom is engulfed in steam that lures you in.
"Can't a man relax in the tub?" You swallow your snicker, carefully crossing the distance to stand by the edge. "Oh you certainly can. Just... when you look like that..." You're shameless as you eye him, intentions not quite innocent but full of admiration nonetheless.
"You'd be the easiest victim if I were a siren?" He croons, a grin so wicked that you can't help but roll your eyes. "I wouldn't even need a trap, I fear I just might dive in willingly." You sit yourself on the edge of the tub, hunter's uniform still clinging to your body as you run your fingers through the aromatic bubbles.
"Well, you are more than welcome to join me right now." His head tilts, hair slightly damp from the heat of the room and sticking to his forehead. You can't even form words, nearly melting at the thought of letting your sore body submerge not only into the hot water but into his embrace. "Cat got your tongue, kitten?"
"You could say that... help me?" You pull lamely at your buttons, pouting softly as if to entice him. Though, you already had him hooked the second your fingers half-heartedly tugged. Without a word, Sylus shifts himself. The legs that had been thrown tantalizingly over the tub's edge were now dragged under the water as he shifted to his knees.
Water cascaded down his frame, his hips still carefully submerged below the water's surface as he reached forward with wet hands and began to undo each button of your uniform. "Poor baby, rough day?"
Your mouth stayed partially open, shifting between his face and the water running down his body in beautiful rivets. You couldn't care less that your clothes were getting soaked from his touch. You just needed to feel his skin on yours; feel the hot water caress your body.
Layer after layer falls to the floor, every inch of skin that is exposed is covered by a delicately placed kiss. Your arms are guided around his neck when you are fully bare. Sylus tugs you to him, submerging you both under the hot water as you cling to one another.
"This..." a murmur, soft and sweet next to your ear "...is much better than the relaxing I was doing before." `His fingers trail up and down your spine, keeping you snuggly against him as he presses his cheek to the top of your head. "I could stay like this forever." You manage to mumble out, body already giving into exhaustion as you finally feel safe.
"What's stopping us?" For once, you couldn't think of a single thing to say back. Not one reason seemed good enough. Warm and loved, safely wrapped up in Sylus' arms. The hot bath was just a plus.
I have like actual smut I'm attempting to write. Be gentle on me this is like the first cohesive thing I've written in 4 months ;-; Sylus did in fact come home but he took like 70 of my wishes... including the free wishes though so luckily I still have 95 wishes for the upcoming (rumored) multi ehehe. If I can't find the will to finish the smut I'm trying to write in time for Sy's birthday, at least I have whatever this is lol
There is something almost comical about seeing Sylus in the bathtub.
His long legs resting atop the tiled edge, not that they can't fit. It's his home after all, everything was carefully designed to his likening. "Am I in the presence of adonis?" You grin softly, watching one eye lazily open to look at you. A matching grin tugging at his lips as he shifts his posture slightly. Water runs down his chest in rivets; the entire bathroom is engulfed in steam that lures you in.
"Can't a man relax in the tub?" You swallow your snicker, carefully crossing the distance to stand by the edge. "Oh you certainly can. Just... when you look like that..." You're shameless as you eye him, intentions not quite innocent but full of admiration nonetheless.
"You'd be the easiest victim if I were a siren?" He croons, a grin so wicked that you can't help but roll your eyes. "I wouldn't even need a trap, I fear I just might dive in willingly." You sit yourself on the edge of the tub, hunter's uniform still clinging to your body as you run your fingers through the aromatic bubbles.
"Well, you are more than welcome to join me right now." His head tilts, hair slightly damp from the heat of the room and sticking to his forehead. You can't even form words, nearly melting at the thought of letting your sore body submerge not only into the hot water but into his embrace. "Cat got your tongue, kitten?"
"You could say that... help me?" You pull lamely at your buttons, pouting softly as if to entice him. Though, you already had him hooked the second your fingers half-heartedly tugged. Without a word, Sylus shifts himself. The legs that had been thrown tantalizingly over the tub's edge were now dragged under the water as he shifted to his knees.
Water cascaded down his frame, his hips still carefully submerged below the water's surface as he reached forward with wet hands and began to undo each button of your uniform. "Poor baby, rough day?"
Your mouth stayed partially open, shifting between his face and the water running down his body in beautiful rivets. You couldn't care less that your clothes were getting soaked from his touch. You just needed to feel his skin on yours; feel the hot water caress your body.
Layer after layer falls to the floor, every inch of skin that is exposed is covered by a delicately placed kiss. Your arms are guided around his neck when you are fully bare. Sylus tugs you to him, submerging you both under the hot water as you cling to one another.
"This..." a murmur, soft and sweet next to your ear "...is much better than the relaxing I was doing before." `His fingers trail up and down your spine, keeping you snuggly against him as he presses his cheek to the top of your head. "I could stay like this forever." You manage to mumble out, body already giving into exhaustion as you finally feel safe.
"What's stopping us?" For once, you couldn't think of a single thing to say back. Not one reason seemed good enough. Warm and loved, safely wrapped up in Sylus' arms. The hot bath was just a plus.
I have like actual smut I'm attempting to write. Be gentle on me this is like the first cohesive thing I've written in 4 months ;-; Sylus did in fact come home but he took like 70 of my wishes... including the free wishes though so luckily I still have 95 wishes for the upcoming (rumored) multi ehehe. If I can't find the will to finish the smut I'm trying to write in time for Sy's birthday, at least I have whatever this is lol
I Almost Lost You...
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3.8K words. Lightly proofread. Angst/fluff. cw: hospital, injuries, surgery, Sylus being worried, healing, Zayne in doctor mode
Sylus didn’t get spam calls. He owned the cellphone company his phone was run through and he made sure he wouldn’t get any call that would waste his time. So when he got a call from a local number he didn’t recognize, he answered it.
He knew you were going into the No-Hunt Zone today so he was extra vigilant. Maybe your phone died and were calling from an outpost or borrowing a coworker's phone. You had a bad habit of letting your phone die. So he knew any random phone number to most likely be you.
He didn’t expect a man’s voice on the other line when he answered.
“Is this Skye?”
Sylus’ hand stops writing on the document in front of him. Skye was the name you used to protect his identity from the Hunter’s Association. Whoever was calling, was calling about you.
“Yes it is.” He confirms.
“This is Doctor Li at Akso Hospital,” he tells Sylus he is calling on your behalf. “You are listed as her emergency contact.”
Zayne. Sylus knew him. You’d talked about him often, being a good friend you grew up with and your primary care physician. He was unaware you had listed him as your emergency contact. Later, he will have time to be honored. Now, something had happened and he needed to get to you. He stood, already heading for the door.
“What happened?”
“She sustained nearly fatal injuries on her mission today. She was brought in in time and we were able to stabilize her, but we are taking her into surgery. We encourage you to come and wait for updates.”
He’s outside, on his bike, revving it up by the time Zayne finishes speaking. He tells him he is on his way before hanging up and speeding off.
He gets to the hospital in under ten minutes, ignoring any and all speed limits. He knows which roads to take in Linkon to avoid getting caught. He barely shuts off his bike and doesn’t even bother standing it properly. It falls with a loud clang.
He doesn’t care. He will fix it or buy a new one. Nothing matters right now except for getting inside and finding you.
He scares the nurse at the front desk when he says your name like a threat.
“S-Sir, are you Skye? Her emergency—”
He cuts her off. “Yes. Where is she?”
He doesn’t have time for pointless questions. And they sure as hell better not make him fill out any paperwork. He might just raise the whole hospital if they try him beyond taking him right to you.
Too scared to ask any of the usual questions, she has another nurse lead him to the family waiting room for the operating wing. There are few other families in there, huddled together. Some look beyond worried while others simply look bored. Sylus didn’t know what he looked like, but he knew it wasn’t pleasant. Based on the scared side eyes he was getting.
He didn’t care. And he didn’t sit. Flat out refused when the nurse offered him a seat or a drink. He stared her down as she tried to escape back through the door.
“Tell Dr. Li, I'm here. Bring him to me.”
She tried to tell him Zayne would likely be busy with patients, but he ignored her, leaving no room for argument or excuse. He knew he was being cruel. Better yet, he knew you wouldn’t like him behaving like this. He would make up for it later. Apologize and offer the staff he terrorizes new cars or something else extravagant.
For now, he claims a corner of the room where he can see every little movement. He stands, back pressed against the conjoining walls, and stares at the ‘Authorized Personnel Only’ door.
When Zayne finally comes to see him, he has to break Sylus out of his trance.
“Skye.” He says with a little force. He’d said it a few times already and Sylus hadn’t moved.
This time, his gaze shifted to the doctor. He noticed he looked rather distressed, himself. He knew of his fondness for you. The friendship you shared and the history you two had. Sylus had grown to accept he was not the only person that cared about you. How could he be? You shined everywhere you went. People are drawn to you and the amazing light you give off. But now in this moment, seeing Zayne subtly disheveled, irked him.
Zayne knew who he really was. He was decent enough to keep up appearances in public, but he’d made it known he doesn’t care for Sylus. Doesn’t trust him with you or your safety, given how dangerous of a life he lived. He claimed it was his ‘doctorly concerns’ but even he couldn’t hide behind such a facade. A thick layer of tension was always between the two men.
“What happened to her?”
Zayne lets out a small sigh and speaks quietly. “According to her partner, while they were in No Hunt Zone 14, they encountered a powerful Ignitus Wyrmlord. Stronger than they’d seen before. He was able to take it down, but she was thrown against a tree and crushed under a large branch that fell. She sustained a concussion, several broken ribs, right collarbone break, left shoulder dislocation, and a cracked pelvis.”
Sylus listened intently, not even blinking or taking a breath. Each word was like the sword in his chest all over again. His girl. His precious gem was broken and shattered. She was in pain and he wasn’t there to help her. He would have caught her. Blasted the tree into a million splinters before it ever had the chance to touch her.
Her partner. Xavier. He would be having words with him.
As if he could hear his thoughts, Zayne continued. “Xavier brought her in immediately. If he hadn’t acted as quickly as he did, she likely would have died. But they stabilized her and the operation is going well. I have been getting regular updates from the nurses. She is going to be okay, Skye.”
Despite his apprehension of Zayne as a person, Sylus trusts him as a doctor. He believes that you will be okay. But until you are awake and in his arms again, he won’t be able to relax. Even then, he will just think about how close he came to losing you again.
Sylus nods. “How long will it be?”
“Likely up to three hours. More if there are complications, but things are steady. They will come and get you as soon as she is settled in the ICU.”
He nods again, mumbling something that resembles a thank you and goes back to staring at the door. Zayne understands the conversation is over and leaves the room to return to his work.
Sylus stands and waits. Every time the door opens and the nurse talks to another family, his jaw clenches. Hours pass and when the nurse comes through the door and looks right at him, he’s pushing off the wall and following immediately.
He’s led through the ICU, all the way to the end where they say your bed is. His heart is beating loudly in his ears. All other noises fade and time seems to slow. Like an unmoving nightmare, he is walking as fast as he can, but not getting anywhere. The pathway is so long and you are at the very end of it. Why did they put you so far away? You are the furthest from the nurse’s station. Did they even care if you were alright?
The nurse is speaking to him, but he hears none of it. He’s overtaken her strides now and is finally just a few feet away from your little corner with the closed curtain. He grabs at the fabric and draws it back with a force that surprisingly did not rip the hooks from the ceiling.
And there you were. Bandaged. Bruised. Broken. Your hair is a mess, tangled and dirty. You’re hooked up to IV and oxygen, tubes strung all over the place. And the heart monitor beeps like a cruel mantra.
He walks to your side, scanning over your figure. You seem to be wrapped up efficiently. His heart clenches at the amount of pain you will be in when you wake up. He will make sure you have what you need to ease the pain as much as possible.
He leans down and presses the most delicate kiss on your head, very careful not to make you move even a millimeter.
“I’m here, kitten. I won’t leave your side. I promise.”
Sylus watched you for a long time, finally taking a seat right next to your bed. As painful as this was, he wanted to commit it to memory. To make sure nothing like this ever happened again.
Nurses came in and out regularly, never speaking to him. Nor him to them. He just watched and made sure they did their job properly. In the quiet moments, he would look at his phone to send a few texts. Mostly to Luke and Kieran who were almost as worried as he was. He told them they could come visit when you were awake and settled into your recovery room.
He also sent a few emails, cancelling his meetings and appearances for the next month. Longer, if that’s what it takes. He said he wouldn’t leave your side and he meant it.
He only sleeps when exhaustion takes over. It renders him helpless and forces him into a catnap. The longest it lasts is maybe twenty minutes until another nurse comes in to do their rounds. He curses himself for falling asleep and orders another cup of coffee.
You wake up early the next morning, just when the sun is beginning to peak over the horizon. Sylus notices your breathing started to change just a few minutes before that so he was already watching you, waiting to see a change.
Your brow furrows and a small groan barely leaves your lips. Your body shifts and your eyes flutter open. Sylus is the first thing you see. He’s sitting as close as he can to you, his hand placed next to yours on the bed, touching just barely.
You open your mouth to speak, but he shakes his head.
“Shh, kitten. Don’t speak. You are safe. You’re at Akso. You got really hurt on your mission and had to have surgery. But you pulled through, my brave kitten. You are going to be okay. Here, drink.”
He grabs the water cup on your table and holds the straw up to your mouth. Weakly, you manage to take a drink, but he can tell it causes you pain. But you definitely need the fluids so he encourages you to drink as much as you can.
“Good girl. There we go. You’re going to recover in no time. Your doctor friend will be here soon to explain more to you.”
Hearing that Zayne has been looking after you makes you feel better, but you still have a lot of questions. What you know more than anything is you hurt. Everywhere. And Sylus has been by your side, likely the whole time.
You lift your left hand enough to place it over his. He looks down and notices you starting to tap a pattern against the back of his hand. He recognizes the morse immediately.
X-A-V-I-E-R-?
His lip tugs up. You are always so concerned about others.
“He’s alright. He finished the wanderer and brought you here. I’m sure he will be by to check on you at some point. You are going to be very popular, sweetie.”
You scrunch your nose. Right now, you cannot imagine a bunch of people coming to see you. You are exhausted and in pain. You don’t want to see anyone except Sylus. He chuckles, knowing what you are thinking.
“Don’t worry about that right now. You just need to worry about healing.”
He lowers his head and places a kiss on your hand, smiling at you. You take him in. He looks tired. Really tired. His hair is not tussled in its usual way and there are bags under his eyes. You raise an eyebrow at him and tap his hand again.
Y-O-U-O-K-A-Y-?
He wants to lie and tell you he is fine. To be strong for you so you can worry about nothing while you heal. But he knew you would see through him and he didn’t want to lie to you. He kisses your hand again.
“I’ve been uneasy, kitten. Hearing you were hurt and seeing you like this.”
He swallows, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. He looks between your eyes to see if you really wanted to hear his thoughts. You did, he knew.
“It’s not been easy. I’m not prone to feeling so… helpless. I don’t like it. I had to put my trust in the people taking care of you. It tested all of my patience.”
You try not to feel guilty, but it happens anyway. You know he would have some across the entire world to be with you, no matter the condition. And he wasn’t blaming you for any of it, but the black monster of guilt shrouds you.
His voice brings you out of your thoughts. “But what matters is you are here and you are going to be alright.”
You give his hand the tiniest squeeze and smile at him, tapping again.
L-O-V-E-Y-O-U
He smiles back, placing his other hand over the top of yours. “I love you too, kitten. So much. I’ll be here until you get better. And beyond.”
After that, Sylus calls for the nurse and instructs her to get Zayne and tell him you are awake. While you wait, he helps you drink more water and distracts you with some stories of his day before he was called in. The business deal that went well and the owners that were scared of him, as always. It makes you smile, taking your mind off the pain. As you drink more water, your voice starts to come back a little and you can croak out some words.
Zayne comes in soon after, saying your name with a sense of relief.
“Theres the snowman.”
You can tell Zayne is in doctor mode, but his lip does quirk a little at the sound of your voice.
“You gave everyone quite the scare, miss hunter. We’ve gotten a lot of phone calls about you.”
You playfully roll your eyes. “Y’all are obsessed with me.”
Zayne neither confirms nor denies your accusation. He picks up your chart and looks over it. In truth, he has it memorized. He knew it by heart and studied the notes before he came in. But he needs to keep his hands busy to avoid Sylus’ searing gaze.
He goes over what happened with you and your body. What was broken or out of place and what they did during surgery. You nod along, not knowing many of the medical terms, but understanding the truth of how messed up you are. But also that you will make a full recovery. It will just take a long time.
“You’re lucky to be alive.” He finishes with a more serious tone.
You try to shrug, forgetting you can’t move due to how tightly you are wrapped. “You can’t get rid of me that easily. I won’t be done in by a damn tree.”
“Kitten.” Sylus gives you a look. One silently asking you to be careful and to listen. You sigh and look back over to Zayne.
“I’m sorry I made you guys worry. And thank you for taking such good care of me, Zayne. You and everyone here at Akso.”
“That’s what we’re here for. We are going to move you into a recovery room later today if you remain stable. I’ll be checking in on you regularly. Call if you need me.”
You thank you again and with a push of his glasses, he leaves the room.
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A few days go by, each one a little harder than the next. You’ve been moved into your recovery room. Sylus makes sure you have the nicest in the hospital. You try to insist that a normal room will be fine, but he doesn’t budge.
Once settled in, your pain levels start to go up. They keep you medicated and try everything they can to make you comfortable, but there is only so much they can do. You can barely move, even when using your phone. Sylus helps you send texts or take phone calls.
You like it when people come to visit. It’s a pleasant distraction, however exhausting it is. Luke and Kieran are the first ones. They show up twenty minutes after Sylus gives them the okay. They brought so much stuff, the nurses almost didn’t let them in.
Candies, drinks, plushies, clothes for Sylus, cute handmade cards, and so much more. They crowded around you so much, Sylus had to tell them to give you room to breathe. But you loved every minute. You missed the boys so much and their energy lifted your spirits so much. They came daily after that, always bringing you gifts.
Your coworkers came, one by one. Sylus was especially rigid when Xavier stopped by. But you thanked him for saving your life, promising him hotpot whenever he wants when you are better. Tara fussed over you, as usual, and Captain Jenna assured you would get all the time you needed to heal.
Rafayel comes, complaining his bodyguard is broken and unable to protect him. He makes you laugh with all the newest gossip from his art shows. He leaves you with a little canvas he painted and infused with some of his evol. When you held it, you felt calm and relaxed. You thanked him for it and told him you would be back to bodyguard duty as soon as you could.
Caleb even manages a quick visit between his Deepspace missions. He brings you flowers and bothers Zayne about keeping him in the loop while he’s gone.
You forget just how many people you have in your life and how much they care about you. You are grateful to have such great friends and family. You keep them updated with texts and pictures of yourself as you heal and get bandages removed.
A month passes before you are discharged from the hospital. Sylus doesn’t leave your side for a moment. Even when you tell him to. Beg him even. So he could get some fresh air or something so he doesn’t go crazy. But he insists he is fine. He busies himself with his laptop the boys brought him. He showers in your private bathroom. And he keeps up a little bit of exercise in the room. Mostly pushups and pullups which you enjoy exponentially. Your EKG machine calls you out during those moments.
But finally, you are able to go home. Sylus pushes you out of the hospital in a wheelchair and helps you into his car. You make sure to thank the nurses as you leave and give Zayne as close to a hug as you can manage. You are thankful for them, but you are ready to be back in your own bed.
Sylus drives you back to the base, insisting on taking care of you further, the slowest and most careful you’ve ever seen from him.
“Sy, a speed bump isn’t going to be my undoing.” You tease.
“Precious cargo, beloved. It requires the utmost care.”
When you arrive, the twins come out with a rather fancy electronic wheelchair for you to use. They’ve decorated and put balloons on the back of it. You chuckle and insist you can walk, but all three of them refute you. You shouldn’t be walking with your busted pelvis, after all. So you get on it and start zooming around the house. Admittedly, it’s quite fun.
Sylus is still never far from you, but now he’s allowing himself to go down to the gym or into his office to get some work done. He’s at your side in a second if you call for him.
The first night you are home, laying in bed, Sylus hesitates by the side of the bed. You’ve been looking forward to having him beside you again as you sleep, but you can read his worried mind.
“Sy, please get in the bed. I’ll be okay.”
He sighs, nodding. He climbs in under the covers, laying on his side to look at you. You see a lot of thoughts dancing behind his eyes.
“What’s up, baby?”
He doesn’t answer right away. “I can’t put it from my mind.”
“Put what?”
“How close I was to losing you.”
“Sy—”
“I wasn’t there. You could have died and I wasn’t there to catch you. Like I promised I would be.”
You cup his cheek, making him look at you. “Hey. I’m here and I’m okay, Sy. You will make yourself sick thinking about ‘what ifs’. You can’t be with me every second of the day, but what matters is you were there as soon as you knew what happened. You’ve kept your promise. Never for a second did I blame you for anything, baby. Please, forgive yourself. Be nice to my husband, I love him too much for you to give him a hard time.”
He sighs, leaning into your hand. He kisses your palm a few times and each of your fingers.
“Okay. Okay…”
He moves closer, his arm wrapping around your hips and nuzzling his nose against your arm. He wishes he could hold you properly, but this is more than he’s been able to do in weeks. He kisses your upper arm and looks up at you again, saying your name.
“I love you.”
You smile, your heart full and fluttering. You love when he says it first. He always returns your I love yous, but hearing him say it first and so earnestly is a real treat.
“I love you more, my dragon.”
You fall asleep that night to the sound of Sylus’ purrs. You are home. You are safe. You are healing. And you are so very loved. You know now more than ever.
Sneaky Kitten~
1.2K words. Fluff (a tiny bit smutty) Lightly proofread. MC trying her best to surprise her hubby
It was incredibly difficult to sneak up on Sylus. Impossible, really. Not only did he have a little spy to always keep him informed, but his senses were super human. He always heard you coming or even could smell the perfume you put on that morning.
Damn him and his dragon senses.
But you were determined to catch him off guard at least once. All of your attempts to get him when he was awake failed. So you decided to shift gears and try to get him in his sleep.
You set it up perfectly.
You sent him dinner. A big, hearty meal full of carbs and protein, matched with his favorite bottle of wine and topped with a pint of his favorite ice cream. As well as a cute note to go with it telling him if he doesn’t eat it, you will be really sad.
You also made sure to call him when you woke up. He would be heading to bed soon, finishing up some paperwork or a quick work out before showering. You distracted him by being needy over the phone. Saying you needed his voice and you wanted to hear him touch himself. He was more than happy to oblige and you got a rocking orgasm out of it. A win-win. He would be even more tired after that.
Next you had Luke and Kieran place one of your shirts in his bedroom. You told them to make it look like it was just left by mistake after a sleepover, tossed into some corner of the room that he would surely see. You made sure to wear it over night so it would smell a lot like you. You knew he wouldn’t be able to resist smelling it. He loved your smell. He craved it. It helped him relax. In the privacy of his own room, you knew he would curl up with it as he went to bed.
All this would be just the thing to lull him into a deep, deep sleep.
Sylus slept deeply, but still would wake up at a moment's notice if he needed to. But after all your planning, you are hoping it will get him in deep enough to not hear you sneak into his bedroom.
Luke texts you when he’s sure Sylus is asleep. You drive over, parking outside the garage so he doesn’t hear it opening. You slip inside one of the side entrances and tip toe to his room. The door is closed. You take a deep breath and turn the knob as slowly as you can. It is silent as you push it open.
The room is dark and you see a massive lump lying face down on the bed. The massive lump being your husband, sleeping on his stomach like he always did when he was alone. When your eyes adjust to the darkness, you can see he indeed does have your t-shirt curled up next to his face.
You smile. You love how well you know him and how you can predict what he will do. It almost makes you feel bad for what you are about to do. Almost.
You pad across the carpeted floor, watching him for any movement. When you get to his side, you take a deep breath to prepare yourself to pounce. However, you don’t quite get there. In the silence of the room, you hear a deep chuckle.
“After this, you’ll never be able to refute me calling you a kitten, sweetie.”
You sigh when you see one of his red eyes peeking up at you from his pillow. He’s smirking, triumphant. After all the work you put into this, you still couldn’t get him.
“For fucks sake.”
He tsks, rolling onto his side to look at you better. “You went to a lot of effort, sweetie. It’s too bad you can’t enjoy the fruits of your labor.”
You cross your arms. “Well you could have let me enjoy them.”
“I think the only one with fruits to enjoy is me.”
He reaches out, taking your arm and pulling you to him. You fall over him with a squeal as he cages you in his arms and rolls over so you can’t escape. His weight is pressing you to the bed. You squirm, but his massive body has you trapped.
“I had hoped my sweet wife was just wanting to spoil me with all the treats she left, but I knew she was up to something. Trying to ambush me in my sleep? Such a naughty, sneaky kitten.”
He rubs his nose against your cheek and down your neck. You whine, trying to push him off to no avail.
“The t-shirt was a nice touch. Though I will have to have words with the twins for entering my room without permission.”
You scrunch your nose at him. “I gave them permission.”
“Oh? I didn’t realize you had the authority to grant such permissions,” he teases.
“I’m the bosslady, I can do what I want. Including buttering you up to get you in a deep sleep.”
He lifts his head to look at you. You can see his right eye is glowing just a bit. He loves it when you pull rank. When you boss him and his henchmen around like the proper Lady of Onychinus that you are. He leans down, you think to kiss you, but he bites your cheek, chewing on it. You shriek and can’t help but laugh.
“Syyyy cmon!”
He rumbles against your cheek, releasing it and licking where he bit. It tickles, making you laugh more. Your disappointment from your failed plan fades away. Damn him.
“You’re such an ass.”
“An ass you chose to marry.”
“You begged me.”
“Did I? I don’t remember it that way, sweetie.”
“Then your memory is starting to go, old man.”
He ignores your slight, kissing down your neck. Your eyes close and you lean into him. One of his hands grips your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. You can feel his desire growing between his legs.
“I thought about calling to ask you what you were up to, but I knew your antics would lead you here. Right where I wanted you. In my bed, under me. Won’t you stay with me, sweetie? It’s your day off, after all.”
You whine, trying to resist him. You’d made plans for after your prank to get some things done around your house. Chores you’d been neglecting and errands you needed to run. But your sleepy, warm, and clingy husband was a much more tempting offer.
“You need to sleep, Sy. And I’ve got some stuff to do.”
He grumbles, sounding grumpy. He doesn’t let you go. He presses his hips further into you, starting a slow rhythm.
“Sleep is the last thing on my mind, kitten. For your planned sabotage, I think you should make it up to me.”
You feel yourself growing needy. He cups your cheek and kisses you, sliding his tongue in to claim your mouth. You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. You can’t resist him. You don’t even want to bother trying.
“You’re lucky I love you.” You whisper between kisses.
He smirks against your lips, biting your bottom one. “I tell myself that every day.”
I know he can turn it off and on but there’s still something so funny to me about the idea of Hua Cheng, the walking wind chime, getting jump scared by his stealth lord of a husband. Like Xie Lian is just built to sneak up on him. Cause not only does Hua Cheng have a giant blind spot, Xie Lian’s short king status also puts him outta Hua Cheng’s direct eye-line and he’s been a martial artist since he was like 5. He is now 800, and some change. Like, I know he is silent, and I truly wonder how long it takes Hua Cheng to wonder if he should also decorate his Dianxia in bells so he doesn’t scream and embarrass himself because he keeps getting jump-scared by him.
Morning afters with Sylus must be so... hot.
Like not only are you waking up to Sylus with bed head, morning voice, and bleary eyes. But you're waking up to him fully naked, with the lingering memories of all the physical activities you two had just partook in some odd hours prior...
The evidence is not only present on your bodies - through bruises, bites, scratches, and the occasional carefully placed hickey. But your environment carries the memories too.
Clothes still lying on the floor, decorative pillows still tossed hazardously to the bottom of the bed. Sheets still in a disarray except for where they're dragged over your bare bodies.
You find yourself staring at him, your head still resting on his outstretched arm, eyes lingering on the rise and fall of his bare chest. You want to bury your face in the crook of his neck, much like you had a few hours ago. You want to devour him just as you had last night...
"Your thoughts are quite loud, kitten."
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AO3 authors in the lab creating ships purely for research purposes:
Creating ships for the tax write-off
Creating ships to get that fucking whale.
creating ships to wedge into the Suez canal and disrupt global shipping
They supporting
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Hey…. Hey… Characters covered in blood, okay? You remember characters covered in blood?? You used to love characters covered in blood
“Sylus,” you shifted in his lap to face him, his brows lifted, lips stretching into a smile.
“Kitten?”
You slowly traced the line of his jaw with your thumb, the skin there was smooth from a recent shave. You still hadn’t spoke, just took in each detail your eyes could reach. The bridge of his nose, the lines where his eyebrows furrow and the silvery-white hair that framed them. Beautiful pieces of your lover’s human puzzle.
“I love being here. With you.” Your voice was quiet, but there was no denying the weight of the words that filled the intimate space between you.
“There’s no place I’d rather be, really. I…don’t think I’ve understood warmth until I felt it from your embrace.” You slid your hand into his to feel the warmth you described, it radiated beneath your skin like liquid fire, wrapped around you like it belonged.
“Sweetie…,” Sylus began, your voice broke in to gently interrupt him.
“Do you understand how much I adore you? How long you had to endure wearing the facade of a monster, when you’re the most gentle man I’ve ever met?”
His gaze faltered then, flickering down to your intertwined hands, this thumb idly drawing circles against your skin.
“May I ask what brought this on? These…thoughts. Praises…”
Your body fully settled into him, legs draped over his thighs, head resting on his chest. His heartbeat fluttered wildly, its sound pounding like a drum against your ear. Tracing the veins on his wrist, you hummed thoughtfully.
“I’ve felt this way for a while, now. But..I realized I never really expressed that and I should have sooner.”
The path that led you to these thoughts was one made of gravel. Your reunion with Sylus wasn’t exactly heartwarming, but like a neglected garden, your love needed plenty of water, sunshine and enriched soil to grow again.
And what bloomed was beautiful. Deep, red-black datura rooted themselves in your heart. Those roots sutured the gaps that his thorns had left before. Now, all you knew was the softness of his petals.
Sylus, the man with a floral scented soul, was speechless for the first time. After a moment, his arms tightened around you and he pulled you closer.
“I’m not used to being without a response when you speak,” he murmured before pressing a kiss into your hair. “As long as you know how I feel, that’s enough for me,” you replied.
“Thank you.”
“Your patience and acceptance…the kind words I often feel I don’t deserve, mean the world to me.”
Sylus cradled your face in his hands, he saw every version of you as he admired your features. He would remember them from each lifetime you had spent together, but this current one was growing to be his favorite.
One where your trust was earned, your touch softened and love honest.
“I love you for you, Sylus. Even the rough parts.”
An unfamiliar sensation washed over him, a mixture of warmth and relief. For the first time his eyes stung with tears and for once he let them fall.
“And I love you, in every universe. No amount of space, time or separation will ever change that.”
His kiss was gentle, reverent, maybe even thankful. This moment alone, with you curled into his frame, voices just above a whisper, was the best gift he could have ever asked for.
***
a/n: something sweet for Sylus since his birthday is approaching. I love my sweet dragon. 💛
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not my circus not my monkeys but thanks to my mutuals i know some of the lore
Tumblr is the program guide to the circuses.
All it means when people say “you’re speaking from a place of privilege” is that you’re likely to underestimate how bad the problem is by default because you are never personally exposed to that problem. It’s not a moral judgement of how difficult your life is.
^^^^^^ read it. say it out loud. keep repeating it until you understand.
“why do you do that?”
you furrowed your brows at sylus’ question, your phone was posed between your hands, angling it towards the michelin course that was in front of you, finger on the touchscreen, ready to take a picture.
“do what?”
sylus gestures vaguely to your phone.
“take pictures of the food.” sylus answers, you give him a sheepish smile.
“i like taking pictures of the food before i eat it, i’m immortalizing the visual before i devour it.”
sylus snorts, shaking his head fondly, but he doesn’t say anything more as he lets you take photos of your meal in all angles until you are satisfied.
while you were engrossed in your little photoshoot, you failed to see sylus take his phone out and angle it towards you, waiting for the moment your lips pout in concentration before he snaps the photo.
not realizing that he was a grandpa with technology, the shutter sound caught your attention. not that it mattered.
“sylus, what’re you doing? you should’ve told me! i wasn’t ready.”
sylus looks at the photo he took, lips twitching into a smirk.
“just as you said, sweetie.”
he lifts his head to meet your eyes.
“i’m immortalizing the visual before i devour her tonight, kitten.”
oh.
As per the last post I'm now thinking about how interesting the polarisation of Sylus and Caleb is. What Sylus desires more than anything is not to see MC hating or being disgusted by him again, so he softens his claws and restrains his Aether Core to let her set the pace. He's waited for her for so long. He can't drive her away because of his miscalculated move.
For Caleb, he's not someone who puts his desire over logical priority i.e. MC's absolute safety. He can put up with her hating him as long as she's protected and alive. He never thought he could be loved and wanted by her anyway, so why bother?
The line between desire and fear is so thin. It's really man who would do anything to make you feel safe vs man who would do anything to keep you safe. And I fuck with them both.
donghua gets points from me because this is such an unbelievably cunt way to introduce your protagonist
