Content: Hybrid AU, fluff mostly, domestic stuff, Headcanon-ish format, no beta and not edited, commas placed everywhere, tried to write it as gender neutral as possible, idk… let me know if i missed anything.
Hybrid!Sylus was part of an illegal fighting ring. So far none could find his hybrid specie. His ears, tails and any other hybrid features were cut off. When fighting, other hybrids could latch onto him so his previous owners made the decision to cut them or so you were informed.
Hybrid!Sylus who was rescued by your team from the illegal fights. All ferals were to be put down but you couldn’t get yourself to do as the higher ups ordered. As soon as you saw him bloodied and chained up in the lowest levels of the building, your heart sank and something deep inside you snapped.
Hybrid!Sylus who saw you first and instantly was struck by your scent. Almost all his life he has only known the smell of blood and grime but when he caught just a sniff, his nostrils flared and his mouth salivated. All He could see, hear and feel was you.
Hybrid!Sylus who began to growl and pull at his chains when you got nearer, but surprisingly you didn’t feel treated. Ordering your team to back away and leave you alone with the supposed feral was your best call. you instantly noticed he relaxed his posture but the animalistic sounds didn’t stop.
Hybrid!Sylus who didn’t let anyone near him or you as you transported him out of that disgusting place. Through the whole process of getting him checked by doctors and staff, you had to be there by his side, otherwise he would snap at every and any person or thing.
Hybrid!Sylus who was going to be sent to an experimental facility but you argued that it wouldn’t work. He had already stablished a connection with you and separating the two of you would threw him even more off balance. After hours of talking and waiting, you got the approval to officially adopt him. Sylus was under your care from then onwards.
Hybrid!Sylus who heard everything that was said about him and saw how much you had pressed for him against everyone’s wishes. Even he thought some of your colleagues had good arguments about why you shouldn’t adopt a feral, but alas, you were a stubborn thing. So here he was in a new home with a curious little female and he was not sure what to do with you.
On your part, you also didn’t know what propelled you to make such a bold decision. Now you watched a giant man— wait no, scratch that… hybrid? Yes, hybrid of an unknown species standing in the middle of your living room. What a disconcerting picture this painted…
Hybrid!Sylus who has been your companion for a few months now. He wasn’t as hard to take care as you thought. He seemed calm most of the time and listened to everything you told him. All the growling and aggressiveness from your first encounter looked like a feverish dream. Well, except when a third person was involved. Like the mailman. Poor delivery drivers suffered too and you couldn’t get Sylus to stop.
“Sylus! Stop!” You scolded him, “the mailman is not a threat!” Wrapping your arms around his waist and trying to pull him back inside was the best you have come up with so far.
“How so, kitten? He knows where you live. That’s threat enough for me,” he told you as his red eyes still followed the delivery truck.
“That’s the whole point of a mail delivery system,” you spoke out of breath.
once the truck was out of sight, Sylus finally let you— key words: let you— drag him back inside or more like he walked back inside with you hanging off of him.
Hybrid!Sylus who seemed suspiciously eager to wear a collar with a tag containing his name, yours and your number.
“I think it suits you,” you walked around him, straining your neck a bit so you could get a good look at the red collar around Sylus’ neck.
“So you like me in a collar?” Sylus deep timbre and alluring eyes made you freeze in place. A small smile adorned his lips at your very clear reaction to his words.
“Why are you making this conversation sound so dirty?” You retorted, a frown began to form on your face.
“I merely spoke a few words, that’s all on you, kitten,” with that stated, Sylus smile grew once he saw your face reddening.
Hybrid!Sylus who hated winter. You began to notice how every time it got colder he moved slower than usual and his intake of water decreased which worried you. Such actions gave you clues as to what species he could be, but nothing concrete.
Hybrid!Sylus who seemed to be suffering alone in his room in the cold months and your heart couldn’t bear the thought of it so you relented and allowed him to sleep with you.
Hybrid!Sylus who tried to hide how eager he was for your offer. He nonchalantly nodded as he heard your words but when it was time for bed he was already buried deep in your bedsheets.
Hybrid!Sylus who instinctively seeked out your body heat for comfort and reassurance that a you were near him in the cold nights.
Hybrid!Sylus who in the middle of the night made you his own body pillow. Morning came and you couldn’t move, a heavy body draped over yours and a pair of arms restricting all your movements. Even your lungs began to struggle.
“Sylus? Baby?” your muffled voice barely above a whisper, “Sylus?” As you increased the volume of your voice, you tried to push him off but all efforts were futile. Sylus was pure muscle.
You just laid there for a while and waited for him to wake up which was interrupted by the sudden pressure of your bladder. Now with a real reason to escape your imprisonment, you began to squirm and wiggle with more intensity in between Sylus’ arms. When out of nowhere, you felt a gravelly and hoarse sound. You stopped all your movements as vibrations that shook you to your core soon joined the haunting sound.
“Did you just growl at me?” You asked in disbelief. A bit startled, it made your stomach churn, your chest filled with a warm sensation that expanded up to your throat and cheeks.
“Sorry,” came quick from Sylus behind you. He released you from his constricted grasp just as fast.
“I thought so,” you huffed and jogged to the bathroom not seeing the longing gaze he directed at you. As if you're miles and miles away, yet you're a few feet from the bed and walking barefoot.
Barefoot, he realized. In an instant, Sylus stood up, picked up your shoes and made a beeline for the bathroom.
“Shoes,” you heard him said from your place in the toilet seat. Looking up, you were about to chide him for coming in without knocking but he continued. “The floor is cold,” and just like that you couldn’t be mad at him anymore.
Hybrid!Sylus whose story with you has just began…
AN: well, well, well. Guess what type of hybrid he is. Alsoooo this is my first fic thingy in like 3 years and I’m testing the waters and I wrote out of desperation. I lost my English and I’m this close to downloading Duolingo just to refresh my brain so I’m sosososososo sorry.
AND IF ANYONE HAS RECS FOR LADS HYBRID FF PLEASE SEND THEM MY WAY BECAUSE I CANT FIND MORE AND IM DESPERATE.
LADS men reaction to you only somewhat joking about being too heavy for them
Sylus -
He'll raise an eyebrow at you, staring down at you as you realize the joke fell flat. You try to back peddle, not wanting to cause any confrontation that never helps you feel better about your body anyway, but he simply holds up a hand to stop you with a shake of his head.
"I don't want to hear it, sweetie. I already know the nonsense you're going to say. How about you just come with me right now to the gym instead?"
You don't know how to tell him that saying that truly shattered your heart into a million pieces, so you just follow him in silence instead. You didn't think he would insult you so casually, and you were now trying to brace yourself for the inadequate feelings and self-loathing you were about to experience by having to train at the gym with him.
But... he didn't ask you to do a workout. He didn't tell you to get on a piece of equipment or to lie down on a mat for a physical exercise.
He told you to sit on a small bench against the wall while he went to the free weights close by.
Wordlessly, he loads weights- two- no, three times your weight onto the bar, before moving to lift it. Once. Twice. Again, and again and again-
His eyes flicker over to you at some point, and instead of making any remark or reference to the emotions clear across your face, he flashes you a slight smirk, just like he always does.
"Have I made myself clear, sweetie?"
Zayne -
Zayne will definitely think you're just pretending to be stupid at first.
He will look down at you with his brows furrowed and a small smile creeping on his lips, thinking it's all a joke.
"I lift myself during my workouts fairly easily, and I am capable of lifting a lot more. Quite funny, though I wouldn't make this form of humor a habit. It isn't particularly good for your mental health."
Then he realizes you're actually being serious in what you're saying.
He's upset, to put it lightly, but hes trying not to let it show. Favoring a small frown across his usually firm expression as he studies your face. Your heart will jolt just a little bit when you process just how sad his eyes look though... obviously he's hurt that you would even think something like that about yourself, much less come to believe it as true.
"Allowing a part of your brain to lie to you is not healthy if you don't push back with the truth. And the truth here, is that you are nowhere near too heavy for me to lift or carrying, even for prolonged periods of time. To demonstrate-"
And like it's nothing, he's picking you up and carrying you. His destination is not important, and the protests spewing from your lips fall on deaf ears as you try to gentle squirm out of his grasp. He'll continue to explain why your viewpoint is flawed, methodically and with logic, and in a way that you find yourself unable to argue back.
He doesn't want you to.
He knows you're wrong, and he will stop at nothing to prove it.
Xavier -
He's more surprised at the statement than anything. At first, he thinks you're making a jab at his strength, and wonders if he slipped up in front of one too many Wanderers and now needs to prove himself just to get you to stop teasing him for being 'weak'.
Once he (quickly) realizes that you're talking about yourself, jabbing at your own body and state, rather than at him, it's like a spark igniting in him.
"What? What would ever make you think that? No- that's not right. That's not right at all."
He's immediately going to try and grab you to lift you up, he doesn't care where you both are or what you're doing. Even if you've just woken up in bed and are still relaxing, he's trying to pick you up right then and there.
He stumbles trying to lift you, falling backward onto the pile of blankets and plushies that has taken over his bed. He feels awful, worried that you'll take his misstep as him falling over from your weight, immediately apologizing and trying to sit up and pick you up again before falling forward from the plush surface he's trying to rise on giving out too much beneath him.
You're both a giggling mess by then, and it's obvious to you that he's going to keep trying to prove it to you, just... a bit clumsily so. Several more attempts will be made as the evening goes on, and pretty soon he's showing you just how easily it is for him to lift you up- especially if he keeps doing it over and over and over again.
And he will continue to do it over and over and over again, even after today. As many times as it takes.
Rafayel -
You definitely made a mistake saying anything self-depreciating around him. Especially with how much he likes to prove you wrong in playful situations, this is something similar, but a lot more serious to him.
He'll make fun of you for anything, as long as you know he's just being lighthearted even if he's grumpy or upset when he fires a quip off at you.
But the second you agree with him, or say something bad about yourself- whether jokingly or dead serious- the gloves are off. He won't accept that from you, and he's already on it to figure out how to turn the opinion you've formed of yourself on it's head and into a more positive outlook.
Lifts you up bridal carry while spinning- quite literally sweeping you off your feet while he whisks you away. You would think you were a princess with how he spins around his studio with you in his arms, with no regard to the paintings or projects around him as he dances with you in his arms. And no matter how hard you protest, he doesn't stop until he feels for himself that he's done enough, giggling the entire time.
"Are you really going to doubt a sea god's strength? Geez, I didn't realize you were such a rude human."
He'll hold you up enough to press his forehead against yours, nuzzling against you with a smile, the slightest sadness playing across his expression.
"Man, I must be pretty lousy that you would ever think something like that about yourself. That must mean I don't think to pick you up enough like you deserve. Don't worry, I'll make it up to you by whisking you away every chance I see you from now on."
A seemingly innocent text message leads to a chain of events that turns your entire day upside down… who could have anticipated that?
Hey baby… I’m having the worst day at work. Everyone is really grouchy and I’m struggling to concentrate. Really wish I didn’t have to put up with this today. Sorry for being a downer, I hope your day is going better than mine!! Love you 💞
feat: Rafayel, Sylus, Xavier & Zayne (separately)
tw: female reader, fluff, suggestive, roleplay of kidnap (reader is in no danger), mentions of bomb threats (not genuine and not condoned in the slightest), bratty behaviour (mostly Raf), faked medical emergencies, sorry if I missed anything, Zayne being the most rational of the bunch (obvs)
an: I’d be happy to flesh out and expand any of these if there is interest (especially Xavier’s cause his was real fun 😏) 💖
His phone pinged from across the studio, a sound he could never ignore, especially when it was the tone he used only for you…
With a paintbrush tucked behind his ear, he leapt gracefully from his stool and wiped the dusty remnants of dried paint from his fingers onto his trousers. The white shirt messily—although he might say, artistically—tucked into the waistband was already streaked with the hue of colours making up his latest creation, and a purple smudge darkened the tip of his nose.
Rafayel smiled when your name emblazoned across the screen, but it faltered as he hastily scanned the neat little rows of text. He was full-blown frowning by the time he finished, mood darkened by the idea that there were people in the world that could allow you to feel so badly.
Didn’t they know you were better than they were? That you hung the moon and the stars. Made the tides rise and fall. Without you, their world would be devoid of colour—how mundane.
He wouldn’t stand for it, he couldn’t.
For the next thirty minutes he planned out his strategy. Scribbling ideas down only to angrily score them through when he realised how ridiculous they were. He needed something simple, and most importantly, believable.
A sudden idea popped into his head and he set off before he could change his mind… poor, poor you.
~
You wish you had been exaggerating when you sent off that earlier message, but today truly had been a total clusterfuck. It was barely noon and already you longed for the clutches of sleep that would come when you were tucked up in bed tonight.
The sour mood of your colleagues was rubbing off on you more than you would like, and the dark cloud of negative energy only grew bigger and more dense until it was impossible to see an inch in front of your nose.
Tapping your pen against the edge of your keyboard, you stared where the words should be occupying your screen. A blank document stared back—mocking you. With a frustrated growl, you sank forward with your head on your arms.
“Oh, there you are! Why are you still here?”
The frantic voice of your boss took you by surprise, peering up before jolting upright in your chair.
“Where else would I be?” You asked tentatively, mentally wondering if you had somehow missed a meeting.
“The hospital!! Your boyfriend is in reception bleeding all over the desk! He’s refusing an ambulance and says he’ll only go to the hospital if you take him. Come on, hurry!”
Panic froze your heart. Terror turning your blood to ice in your veins.
Rafayel came into view and immediately, you knew. You were going to kill your dumbass boyfriend for pulling such a ludicrous stunt. What was he thinking and why couldn’t anyone else smell the overwhelming scent of strawberries from the syrup he was claiming was blood?
“My love… at last. I don’t know that I can hold on much longer, please, take my hands,” he enthused, rivalling the most hammiest of actors.
Your lips pursed, and his eyes widened. Despite it all, you played along if only to get the security guard and receptionist to calm down. Taking his sticky strawberry fingers into yours, you cooed in your best impression of genuine concern.
“I can’t believe you didn’t go straight to the hospital, Rafayel. You might have bled out in my office reception, let’s get you out of here. Does it hurt? No, no… I’ll manage,” you reassured the ashen looking security guard whilst squeezing Rafayel’s fingers in a death grip.
He squeaked out a groan of genuine pain, but he deserved it for causing such a scene at your workplace. His bottom lip stuck out in a petulant pout that was only visible to you, corralling him along until you were in the staff car park and able to shove him bodily into the passenger seat.
You kept up the pretence until you were out of sight of the building and any security cameras before pulling over into a side street and cutting the engine without saying a word.
“I was—”
“Trying to get me fired?” you supplied, turning in your seat and pulling wet wipes out of the glovebox by the fistful.
Rafayel continued to look petulant, but the sticky mess smeared on his cheek and neck as well as covering both his hands and the cuffs of his shirt were too ridiculous for you to stay mad.
You giggled, and he side eyed you—cautiously. “You look… good enough to eat, baby. Smell good too.” Leaning close, you licked through the mess of syrup streaked over his hammering pulse point and heard his breathless little hiccup.
“It wasn’t my best plan ever, but it got you out of work, right?”
It was hard to argue with that. You conceded with a nod, starting the engine once more and peeling back into traffic.
“Mhm, true, and you brought me dessert. It’s a good thing that strawberry tarts are my favourite.”
Sylus welcomed the distraction of his phone vibrating from the pocket of his trousers. He had spent the better part of his morning listening to those with more money than sense, bumble through negotiations he had no intention of seeing through to fruition. But even so, he liked to dangle the carrot and see how high he could make them jump. Call it an entertainment of sorts.
“This meeting is over,” he intoned flatly, quickly rereading your message a second time whilst his frustration tried valiantly to leak outward.
The room emptied hastily—much to everyone’s relief—and once alone with his thoughts, Sylus let out a long aggravated sigh. His nostrils flared. His fingers drummed a war song against the enamel of his desk.
He supported your independence with his whole heart but there were times, like these, that he wished you would simply quit and join him in running his growing empire. Whilst he understood your reservations, and he certainly knew that he would be rather indulgent with your time if you worked side by side, he was not purely driven by his dick—only sometimes.
“Luke. Kieran. Get in here,” he called out.
Mere seconds later the brothers appeared, inquisitive though it might be hard for some to tell given the masks. Sylus leant back in his chair, debating his course of action and whether or not you might just explode when he pulled the trigger, metaphorically speaking.
“Yes Boss?” The brothers said in almost perfect unison, mischief evident in their voices.
“I need a favour, and I want you to make it convincing…”
~
This meeting was akin to listening to nails being scoured down a chalkboard, and that was about the most polite way you could put it.
You chewed on the end of your pen, anything to distract from the presentation being blasted at you from the large projector screen on the conference wall. Around you sat your colleagues and superiors, most looking equally bored, although a few opted to sit straight backed and bright eyed—the kiss asses—as you referred to them.
The hands of your watch seemed to move at half speed and you couldn’t believe there was another full hour ahead before you could find some solace during your lunch break.
An alarm pierced through the monotonous voice of the presenter on screen, you and your colleagues glanced around in confusion as it sounded unlike any fire alarm you had been present for. You sat up in your seat, twisting around to see people scurrying past the frosted glass windows until someone crashed into the door as if they had run flat out to get here.
“We’ve received a report that there’s a bomb in the building! Everyone out. Now! Don’t be stupid,” the man who you assumed was a part of security yelled at the nearest girl who had asked to go back to her desk to grab her bag. “Exit quickly and calmly. Don’t go back for anything!”
For someone advocating calmness, he sprinted away looking the absolute contrary to his guidance, but you didn’t have time to muse on it when everyone started to push and shove out of the doorway.
It wasn’t long before the panic and hushed conversations behind hands from the meeting point nearly a block away died down to be replaced by angry tuts and speculation over what might have happened.
There was a growing sense that the call had been a hoax which put nobody in a good mood, and you couldn’t blame them. Your car keys were back at your desk so you didn’t even have the option to leave.
Thankfully, you had your phone and whilst you had been scrolling social media—which was blowing up with the bomb threat news—a message popped up…
Need a ride, kitten?
You glanced around, eyes narrowed for the telltale flash of crimson but found none.
Maybe I do… maybe I don’t. Y’know, I’m surprised you’re not more concerned.
Concerned? Why should I be concerned? There’s no bomb. Keep walking this way, sweetie, you’re getting warmer.
You stopped in your tracks, mind whirring with the implication of his words. He didn’t… he wouldn’t. Fuck, he absolutely would.
Did you call in a fucking bomb threat?! You’re insane!!
Your steps had taken you closer to the mouth of a side street, it was shadowy and you didn’t so much as see Sylus, as you did sense him. The hairs on your neck stood to attention and for all your storming anger, you couldn’t deny the desire and affection curling around you.
“No,” Sylus purred into your ear from behind, looming out whatever blind spot he had stalked you from to rub a hand up your arm. “I didn’t call it in…”
“So it was Luke and Kieran, those two pests probably laughed themselves sick once it was done.”
Sylus tsked gently. He drew you carefully into his chest and kissed the crown of your head, happy to be reunited, even if it was the result of foul play. “Let them have their little fun, kitten. You wouldn’t be here if they hadn’t.”
It was impossible to stay mad, it was really was. Instead, you stood on your tiptoes and cupped his cheek until you could claim his lips, slow and deliberate.
“I hope you won’t pull these kind of stunts when we’re working together…”
His breathing stalled at your quip. Vermillion eyes searching yours for deceit or misplaced humour and finding nothing but truth. Sylus smiled…
“That’s a promise I can’t make, sweetie. But, I can promise you won’t regret your decision for a single second.”
Boredom was not something that Xavier handled well. He needed the thrill of the hunt, the adrenaline of the fight or the total blankness of deep, uninterrupted sleep.
So, perhaps it was serendipitous that you should text him at the precise moment he was ready to tug on his hair with the lack of activity. His smile was short-lived as he read the message, wishing he could somehow help.
Is there a way I could help, my starlight?
Xavier stared at his phone for a few seconds, willing the little bubble to appear that signalled your imminent reply, but after a little longer, he tossed it away and closed his eyes.
A ping made one eye crack open.
Not unless you know someone willing to kidnap me from this hellscape. Lol! Don’t worry about me, I’ll survive 💪🫰
He laughed. What a silly notion. Unless… why was the idea growing on him the longer he thought about it?
Did it make him depraved to want to fulfil that role, safe in the knowledge that not a hair on your head would be hurt in the process because he would be the one pulling the strings?
I mean… never mind. Lemme know if you change your mind. It’s not like I’ve got anything better to do today. See you soon, pretty…
~
Your fingers flew across your keyboard, and to the casual observer it would seem like you were deeply engrossed in your work. The truth was that you were gossiping with a work friend over the IM chat feature.
Stretching your arms overhead, you tilted your neck from side to side until you heard a satisfying pop. It was going to be a long afternoon of very little to do. Maybe you needed to pace yourself if the workload was going to continue being this light?
You decided that some soda might cheer you up, so you took the short trip to the break room and happily procured the last can of your favourite flavour. It wasn’t until you were resettled at your desk that you notice the pink post it note on your screen.
Come to the supply closet. I have something for you.
The old adage of ‘curiosity killed the cat’ seemed to be lost on you as you trotted the short distance to the store room in question, wondering if maybe your friend wanted to continue your conversation without the fear of it being tracked. It didn’t even raise alarm when you discovered the small room in complete darkness.
“Tara? Are you in here?”
You tiptoed to the shelves in the very back, turning when you heard movement, only for solid lead to plummet into your stomach as a hooded figure dressed from head to toe in black stalked forward.
The lower half of his face was covered by a mask and the hood pulled low enough that you couldn’t see his eyes. You wanted to scream, to run or do something but your fight or flight failed to kick in. Instead, you backstepped right up against the faraway wall, watching as the man cocked his head and tightened his gloved fist.
You were inching around the perimeter of the room, closing in on the door and he was letting you. It was as if he were toying with you, waiting for you to make a move before he reacted. There was something unsettlingly familiar about his stature and the way he moved… but you didn’t have time to question it, it was now or never.
Lunging for the door, you made your move but he was faster and stronger. One arm wound around your middle whilst the other hand came up to cover your mouth, the scream in your throat trapped. His body was radiating pure heat whilst you thrashed to escape.
“Calm yourself…”
Only half aware of the words, you more heard the voice and confusion blanketed your thoughts. Your struggling lessened and you thought you heard him chuckle in response.
“You wanted to be kidnapped… right?” Xavier teased, carefully removing his palm to listen to your panting breaths.
“Xav—”
“Ah ah. Hush now. You’re not going to struggle. You’re going to walk with me to your desk, grab up your things and come with me without making a scene.”
Why were you so flushed? Why were your legs trembling from something other than fear? Did your heart have to pound quite so loudly? It might have been a joke earlier but somehow being kidnapped by Xavier had become one of the hottest things to ever happen in your life.
You nodded your agreement, accompanied by a soft whimper and he pulled you back against his body for a moment before releasing you. It was long enough that you could feel the growing bulge in his black sweats. The thought of keeping him in here flitted through your mind, but he was nudging you forward before you could let the lewd thoughts slip past your lips.
“Once we’re out of here and no one is watching…” you purred, letting your hand graze down the length of his stomach and stopping deliberately at the waistband of his trousers. “I’m going to make a break for it, I hope you’re ready to chase me.”
Xavier chuckled, dark and predatory.
“I won’t stop until you’re struggling beneath me, my starlight.”
For the first time in what felt like years, Zayne had a scheduled day off on a day you were due to work. You assured him that it would fly in if he simply allowed himself to relax, but here he was… staring at the wall.
It was barely 10am and every chore Zayne could think of had been taken care of. He even had time to start some dough for a fresh loaf of bread, the batch slowly proofing beneath a dish towel in the kitchen.
He had half a mind to go into the hospital and put his time to better use. At least he would be able to achieve something instead of sitting here, wishing you were beside him. Empty hours wouldn’t feel so bad if you shared them. He never felt bored when you were here.
Zayne’s phone thrilled from the coffee table and one glance told him the message was from you. Expecting a cute little reminder message that he was to rest and relax, he was not anticipating what he read.
It wasn’t like you to complain unnecessarily, especially because you genuinely enjoyed your job, so he knew that it had to be rough for you to send that message.
Can I help?
When you didn’t reply, he went to check on his dough to distract himself from thoughts of you, miserable and feeling demotivated.
I don’t think so, but thanks for the offer. Might skip movie night if you don’t mind… think I’ll go to bed when I get home.
Well now, that was simply unacceptable. Zayne knew from experience that denying your emotions never solved the issue, and clearly he needed to remind you of that.
~
There was a knock on your office door. It jolted you upright from where you were slumped over your desk feeling defeated. A courier peeked inside with a sheepish smile and confirmed your name. Once he was satisfied, he produced a beautiful bouquet of flowers in a frosted glass vase.
“These are for me? Are you sure?”
“It’s your name on the card and on the order slip… so yep! Enjoy your flowers, miss.” The man gave a short salute and left you to admire the beautiful blooms.
Your fingers stroked the velvet petals of midnight pansies and silvery lilies. The smell was gentle and sweet, much like the smile adorning your face for the first time today.
You didn’t need the little card tucked into the display to know who they were from and immediately you pulled out your phone and pressed the call button.
“Do you send flowers to all your patients, Dr Zayne?”
Zayne hummed, thoughtful for a second. “Only the ones that have captured my heart.”
Your grin only widened, he was so sweet.
“I don’t know if you realise how much this has brightened my day, you darling man,” you admitted with a soft sob.
The sound of traffic on the other end of the line caught your attention, and you wondered where he might be if not at home. As if sensing your question, Zayne provided the answer unprompted.
“Then I guess taking you out to lunch might be considered overkill?”
“Wait, what?”
“Look outside,” he cooed.
You nearly stumbled out of your chair in your rush to approach the window that looked down on the busy streets below. From your vantage point you could make out a man with a head of midnight hair leaning casually against the trees in the courtyard. Your breath hitched when Zayne glanced up to where he knew your office was located and tipped his coffee cup in your direction.
“Oh, Zayne…”
“Yes?”
“I’m not going to want to come back after we eat,” you grumbled honestly.
“That’s fine. I planned on you having a minor allergic reaction that will require personal treatment. I already have the story planned out when I call your boss in an hour.”
This man thought of everything and right now, you were eternally grateful of that. Smothering your laughter behind your palm, you started to stuff your belongings haphazardly into your bag.
“Y’know what? I love you and every immaculately planned out thought inside that big wrinkly brain of yours.”
“… I love you too?”
“That was a compliment,” you assured him hastily, practically running for the lift.
“Oh. Well, thank you, darling. I’ll see you in a minute so I can return the sentiment correctly.”
Hello, Beautiful Human being, that satiates my Unhealthy need For Sylus goodness 🖤
If you ever feel bored, and you need some ideas for some Sylus/MC.... I got some ideas/prompts (based on my own Headcanons)....
IMAGINE: it's been two weeks since you/MC got deployed with your Hunter Team, to a different Region/City, to fight wanderers. And it's been Days since the last text message.
Or:... Sylus is anything BUT Happy, about the lack of communication/information about your/MC's whereabouts. And when he finally is Notified you're flying back to Linkon City, a whole Month has passed since the last Text from You/MC.
• Angst/Hurt/Comfort. Injured/bruised up MC. Sylus nursing MC back to health. Maybe a sprinkle of: unrequited Feelings/one-sided Love but it's stupid misunderstandings that lead to that believe. Happy End trough Confessions of Love.
At the end of the Day, anything Hurt/Comfort based Sylus, will quench my thirst until i re-captured my Muse to let me Draw LnDS Fan-Art, is a gift from the gods 🖤🥹
Ps: I've been stalking your Tumblr for my Sylus fix! 🖤🖤🖤🖤
hello there and welcome to my blog! 🤍 @conjunxendurasworld
So I usually do Angst when it comes to Sylus but did a few fluffs recently. I LOVE doing angst which means this prompt is right up my alley lol but I will warn you, there won’t be a happy ending to this one and it will probably end in a cliffhanger lmfaoooo
I hope you enjoy this! 🖤
Complicated
SylusXNonMcFem!Reader
TW: Angst, Arguing, Cliffhanger ahead
You have been practically unreachable for the past month due to the high levels of wonderer activity in several cities and any time that you did get to somewhat rest, you were either too exhausted to check your phone or busy taking extra shifts to help other hunters in that assigned area. Between being pulled away for what seems like every five minutes, to becoming extremely sleep deprived and barely fitting a proper meal in, there’s no way you could keep in touch with anyone and you thought that everyone who did know your occupation would understand that.
Well, everyone did. Everyone but Sylus.
Once he received word that you were back in town, he was more than upset. No, he was pissed. He could understand you not texting or calling him back for a day or two but for a month? He would have been more than content and understanding of your position but you didn’t even send a voice message, voicemail or a emoji and he took that personally. More personally than he would like to admit.
As soon as he received the news, he immediately got on his bike and headed his way to you. Going at speeds four times the limit, he made it to your apartment in record breaking time and without skipping a beat, entered the building and knocked on your door. The shock on his face when he saw that it was open and you were still in your clothes that you wore on the plane was one of anger and worry.
You arrived around 3pm that day and barely made it to your coach before passing out. So you can imagine your surprise when you’re suddenly woken by a familiar deep voice. It was about 10pm when you woke up in your bed and Sylus sitting at your work desk across the room, eyes staring straight at you. “Evening.” He said. Eyes a dark wine color and his legs and arms crossed. Sure you were beyond exhausted but your body immediately sat up, recognizing the anger in his voice and this annoyed you. He was not happy nor was he hiding the fact he was pissed. About what? You were about to find out.
“Ever heard of knocking?” You say with an annoyed and groggily tone.
“Ever heard of locking the door?” He retorted, giving you the same amount of energy you were giving him.
“What do you mean by that?” You say confusingly.
“Your door was unlocked. Why knock when you practically readied the door for me?” “He replied while gesturing towards the door. “Don’t they teach you about this in school? Or are they lacking just like the hunters program?”
You sit there in shock, not realizing how tired you were and how you basically put yourself in potential danger but glare at him for his comment. “You could have called.” He scoffs, giving you a look that further annoys you. “Like I havent tried doing that before.” You look over at your nightstand and pick up your phone to turn it on. You could tell without looking up the growing annoyance on Sylus face and as soon as you saw your lock screen, a multitude of notifications from messages to missed calls and emails covered your screen. Your eyes widen as they scan the screen, taking in all the messages sent by Sylus alone.
“Do you see now why im agitated with you, dear? Even with as busy as I am I still keep you posted.” He says coldly, stare now turned into a glare. “Okay, I get what you mean but god, I was busy! I couldn’t get back to you or anyone else because of how busy I was so you should understand-“ he scoffs once more, making you stop mid sentence.
“What? What’s the problem?”
“You say you couldn’t get back to me yet you made the time to get back to everyone else.”
“Wait, no I-“
“I checked your phone. Don’t try and lie to me, sweetie.”
You look up, pissed. “You did what?!”
Soon, you both are in a heated argument. Cuss words and names being thrown back in forth between each other for an hour. “What are you? My mother? Who the hell gave you permission to go through my phone?” You scream while pacing around the room with your cellphone in hand. “Is that really what’s important right now when you basically ignored me?” He says coldly, head cocked to the side with a snark on his face. “It’s not that you didn’t have the time because you definitely did seeing how frequently you would text caleb and sometimes even the twins.”
“I don’t even remember texting the twins-“
“But you do remember texting Caleb, hmm?”
You scoff, not believing how not just intrusive he’s being but how he touched your property. “Get out” you say sternly while storming towards your door and opening it, glaring at him.
“Now y/n..”
“Get out, you possessive stalker!”
“Now, Sweetie..”
“Im serious, Sylus. You’re acting overally possessive over me and it’s wierd. Aren’t you the same person who said we would NEVER work and not to expect you to be so clingy?”
“Im not-“
Then why the hell are you so worried about who I’m texting and what I’m doing with my spare time, then?”
“Y/N..”
“OUT!”
He would usually try to convince you to hear him out but knew it wasn’t any use. You were extremely pissed off and the last thing you wanted to hear was him either trying to explain himself or him telling you to calm down so he got up and walked out. You slam the door just before he has the time to turn around and say something and lock it. A grunt accompanied by him pinching the bridge of his nose followed after and the only thing he could do was leave. “Text me when you’re ready to talk” he shouts before leaving, making you more upset. What the hell was there to talk about? Him snooping on your phone and practically stalking you? He acted like you guys were in a relationship and it’s starting to mess with your head and complicate the already confusing relationship that you both share.
What is going on and why do you suddenly have this sinking feeling in your chest?
Your head high, hold on, baby--
You ain't tried no drug like me.
[ANYPOV] - Late Night Snack Run
You frustrate him constantly but somehow you've managed to worm your way into his heart.
He finds himself looking forward to your complaints about Mephisto and the inane gifts you buy him. Who knew the leader of Onychinus could have such a soft side?
So when you text him complaining of a late night craving for a hard to find viral new snack, is it any surprise he shows up with it, wearing the Hello Kitty pajamas you bought him.
It seems his kitten has him whipped.
Sylus fic idea I haven't seen yet that I gotta share...imagine reader making a deal with the leader of a RIVAL organization to Onychinus (praying I spelled that right) 👀 like this isn't some NOBODY, this guy has a worse reputation than Sylus and is a mafia boss. Maybe the reader is indebted to him...maybe he saved her life in exchange for help. Maybe he threatened us into helping him, threatened to expose us for not turning Sylus in 👀 the possibilities are endless.
Either way, cue her and dangerous dude (his name is Liam I guess) going to an auction or some event...the reader praying that Sylus wouldn't be there, that he decided to skip it...and then Liam leans in, tells her to not look to the right as he pulls a chair out for her, hand feeling like a gun to her lower back.
You looked gorgeous, but all you felt was fear as you took Liam's arm. You felt ugly on the inside, like you were betraying Sylus by doing this. It didn't matter if Sylus was a criminal, it was wrong. You weren't even dating the man, knew he would probably break your heart like the past men in your life if you gave it to him, yet you still wanted him. Knew the friendship you'd developed with him would be dangerous, yet you did it anyway.
You still want the monster.
Your blue dress mimicked your heart as you walked at a leisurely pace with Liam. Liam was the picture of calm as he looked around the room, head tilted up. Was he looking for someone? You knew he needed to discuss "business" with some "friends," wanted to look at some of the newest gadgets during the weapon's showcase, but that was it. He'd purposely been vague, leading you into a nest of predators with a smirk that only made you question your feelings for a certain crimson-eyed man.
Liam began to speak, voice low. "What would you do if I told you your owner was here? Staring right at us? Sething with rage?" He chuckles as your eyes stay hyper focused on him, too afraid to look elsewhere and meet your internal demise. You analyze him, a giggle escaping as if he told a joke.
"I already told you, it really was just for appearances' sake. You don't believe me?" You raise both brows, smirking coyly. It was all a balancing act of defiance.
"So she says." He murmers with his own smirk, admiring you. "Did he cheat? Adopt another pet once he got bored of you? Don't get me wrong, your ravishing, a sight for sore eyes...but men in this occupation tend to let their eyes stray to other women. They aren't the husband types, too brutish." He explains, as if this was totally normal. As if he was an angel giving you biblical advice.
COULD YOU IMAGINE?! 😭🫖
Anon, I HOPE YOU MAKE THIS INTO A FIC BECAUSE THE POTENTIAL ANGST IN THIS IS ASTONISHING LIKE HELLOO?!?!?
Imagine how pissed Sylus is and not just because you’re being put into this situation (because let’s be honest, he knows you better than that guy and he knows you’re being forced) but that you’re in it because of your ties to him like BRUH
I would read the Fuck out of this! This is such an amazing idea, Anon!
TW: Fluff, A bit of angst, Disagreements, Pet Names, insecurities mentioned, Happy Ending
It’s been about forty five minutes since Sylus popped up at your door hand full of take-out and though you’re both happy to see each other, you couldn’t help how uneasy and uncomfortable it felt. Were you still upset? Definitely. But you couldn’t deny how shocked and happy you are to know he came for you because you honestly thought he wouldn’t. You shift a bit on the tall kitchen stool as you pick at your food, too nervous to look up and see his eyes staring right at you. “You hungry?” You say while still looking down at the contained in front of you. You glance up and see him shake his head. “No need to worry about me. You know I barely have an appetite.” He says while still looking at you, studying your face.
He’s usually straight to the point, not holding back. But for some odd reason, he was walking on eggshells and it bothered you. He said he wanted to fall so why was he not talking? “Sy…” you say while slowly putting your fork down. “What are we..?” The question was expected but still threw him for a loop. “I admit that I haven’t exactly found the answer myself.” He replies earnestly. “But I do know you mean a great deal to me, more than anyone if ever known.” You look up, finally matching his gaze. It was a first. He rarely ever said things like this but you couldn’t deny that it made your stomach do flips.
“I’ve always kept people close enough to use but never close enough to touch me. I’ve just..never trusted people to that degree. But..” he trails off as if thinking of the right words to say next. “You’re different, Sweetie.” His words sounded so sincere that you almost started to cry but then started to remember the many things Alice spoke about. How he had multiple partners before you and how he always seemed to go back to her and your face dropped. “But what about those other women?” Eyes shifting between him and your hands resting in your lap. “Not even close.” He replied softly. “I don’t know what she said to you to make you feel like this, but just know, she doesn’t hold a candle to you, sweetie.”
You both pause for a moment, looking at each other as though words were being said without them being spoken. “What can I do to make you believe me? Tell me, sweetie and I shall do it.” He grasps your hand tightly. “I want you to tell me about every single one of them” The seriousness in your voice made Sylus look up and without hesitation start explaining and answering anything and everything you wanted to know. Was it uncomfortable to hear? Of course but you could feel the insecurities you held previously being lifted away with every word he said. He was never one to sugar coat nor hide so but the time he finished, you didn’t just feel better but also more special than before.
“And Alice?” You say uncomfortably. You’re shocked out how quickly and angrily he started to explain their one relationship. He pretty much said that she wouldn’t let go of him and was only there because someone else invited her. That she was an assistant turned casual fling that ended up being dropped after meeting you. He kept apologizing for what she said and you both even got a bit heated about how everything went down and then came to a truce. “Sy?” You hesitate before you continue. “I want you to not just cut her off but make us official.”
“She’s already cut off but Official? Meaning..”
“Yes, I want us to put a label on our relationship.”
“Will this really make you happy?”
“Yes.”
“And you don’t care how I label it?”
You pause before answering.
“N-no..?”
He smirks making your heart jump. “Okay, but don’t be shocked when I’m more possessive.” He says while kissing your hand. You’re stare at him, not entirely sure whether to be happy or mortified. “What do you mean by that?” You say in a concerning tone, earning a chuckle from him. “Don’t make that face, you act like I’m going to kidnap you and lock you up, sweetie.” He says and you narrow your eyes while correcting him. “But you have kidnapped me once before so..” he laughs and nods his head in agreement. “I suppose you’re not wrong.”
You both smile at each other, air feeling lighter than before. “So are we all good?” You ask. Sylus takes a moment and then gets up, looking down at you enduringly while holding your hand. “Yes, we are good my darling wife.” You completely stop functioning when you hear the word “wife” and stare at him. “Sylus Qin, what did you just say?” You say while looking up at him as he gets up. He just smiles and then pulls out his phone, dialing the twins. You leap up, having a feeling that he was about to do something drastic.
In another language he says, “Hey, begin “Operation: Mrs Qin” “ he says while looking back at you, smirking. “We are starting earlier than initially planned.
-The End-
Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/muvaginger/758557359314550784/okay-okay-angst-stylus-takes-you-with-him-on
Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/muvaginger/758724931933683712/little-misunderstanding-part-2
Your voice is so shrill that birds scatter from a tree overhead.
You’ve created quite a spectacle, garnering a few perturbed looks from fellow hunters in the courtyard. Their gazes are judgmental and probing beneath the flowers’ serenity and the sun’s golden hue. But you couldn’t care less. Not with your chest aching like this.
Tara raises a placating hand, squeezing your arm as sweat beads on her temple. She flashes you a tense smile to dispel the rigidness between your shoulders. She knew you wouldn’t take too kindly to the news. Who would?
“I’m sorry! I know it’s last minute, and I know you’ve been talking about this for ages, but—”
You sigh pitifully, slathering the guilt on thick. Tara visibly deflates.
“—I…made other plans for the evening.”
Your bottom lip wobbles, and your eyes glass over like those of a puppy. You try your best to wear Tara down with a look. One that rarely fails you. Ditching you for a guy? Unheard of!
What happened to bros before hoes?
She laughs uncomfortably, fidgeting beneath your pout.
Whoops! Did you say that out loud?
The more petite woman drags you away from prying eyes into the shade, holding fast to her resolve. “I’ll make it up to you,” whispered at eye level, and she clasps your hands in hers, rubbing reassuring arcs into the clutch of your hands. “Promise.”
You snort inwardly. Like you haven’t heard that a million times before.
Though your heart sinks below sea level, and your stomach churns with disappointment, you nod wordlessly. Tara squeezes your hands once more, offering you a mollified look before abandoning you in the courtyard.
Left alone to nurse your broken heart, you kick an errant pebble, mumbling under your breath.
It seems everyone’s dumped you, favoring themselves over spending time with their favorite co-worker. Initially, they all agreed to attend the Lantern Festival with you tonight, an event that occurs in Linkon every few years.
You’ve seen pictures of it. How beautiful the sky looks, crowded with lanterns that glow like fireflies. Tonight will be your first time witnessing it firsthand. However, one by one, the rain check texts trickled in, and—
Well, Tara was the last person you expected to ditch you. It wasn’t often she got to spend time with her boyfriend, though. You couldn’t fault her—the life of a hunter tended to be lonely. You begrudgingly let it slide just this once.
Exhaling dramatically, you fish your phone from your pocket. Swipe through your contacts in search of someone—anyone—to come with. It isn’t often you have downtime. Your Commander insisted you take the night off.
You pat the two tickets burning a hole in your back pocket. No sense in letting the other go to waste.
You contemplate asking Zayne. He’s usually good company. However, Linkon’s abnormal shift in weather patterns has ushered in a new wave of Wanderers. And, with that shift came an influx of Wanderer attacks, resulting in more casualties. His attendance is out of the question.
Xavier is next up in your mind. Your sleepy little star. He’d be fun to go with. But you haven’t seen him in days. Figure he’s off doing vigilante things, saving children from burning buildings or stealing from the rich in favor of the poor.
Rafayel? Off-limits. He’s out of town setting up some new art exhibits to display his pompous paintings. Besides, you could do without his complaining all night.
You slump in defeat. Is there really no one else? Is this truly the fate you’re resigned to?
You’re thoroughly prepared to throw in the towel when you happen upon your most recent text messages, and a figurative lightbulb flickers overhead.
You hesitantly hover over his name. Butterflies stir in your gut, and you glance around the courtyard as if you’re about to take part in something nefarious. Of course, there is nothing honorable about the alliance you’ve forged with him. Him being Onychinus’ notorious leader, Sylus.
Cue the dramatic piano solo.
He’s practically a goddamn mafia boss, and you’re sure he’ll be busy tonight. Trading weapons with very bad people or contemplating new ways to torture you. You’re convinced a man like him can’t be bothered, especially for something as trivial as a festival in Linkon, of all places.
You snort as you punch the call key with your thumb anyway, your resolve thrown to hell. You half-expect him to forward you to voicemail, the prick. However, you’re startled by his voice bleeding in through the static, and the raspy edge of it makes your head tingle.
“Speak.”
It’s a simple word. A simple utterance that sets your nerves alight.
Swallowing, you clear the phlegm from your throat. Smooth the wrinkles out of your uniform as if he’s standing in front of you, judging. You don an air of nonchalance, ignoring the insistent pound of your heart and your fingers humming with anxiety.
“Well, if it isn’t my favorite criminal!”
His laugh is reminiscent of red wine, and it burns your chest. Creeps into your cheeks, and you’re no doubt every shade of flustered now.
“And if it isn’t Linkon’s most prestigious hunter.” Sarcasm. All of it. “To what do I owe the honor of receiving your call?”
“Just…making sure you aren’t causin’ trouble!” You wince, too overzealous for your liking. It’s a lame excuse, but it’s something to keep the ball rolling.
Sylus scoffs, feigning innocence from the other end. “You wound me, kitten. I deal in more than just illicit affairs.”
You roll your eyes, shifting your weight onto one foot. “Sure you do.” You decide to shift gears. “What are you up to, anyway?”
“Are you stalling?” Sylus drawls. Amusement swims below the depths of his voice. He’s always been able to see through your bullshit despite the short time you’ve been fitfully acquainted with him.
The color drains from your face. You gape like a fish out of water. “Wh-what? How do you—”
You scan the area, seeking a familiar thatch of white hair. Assume Onychinus’ leader is somewhere observing you from the shadows, plotting your downfall. Your gaze settles on a powerline stretched overhead, and—there it is. There’s an unmistakable gleam of crimson nestled beneath tufts of iridescent feathers.
“Say hi to Mephisto for me, sweetie.”
Puffing out your cheeks, you spin away from the crow’s invasive gaze. Figures he’d be keeping tabs on you when you’re most vulnerable. Of course, would he be Sylus if he didn’t?
“Know what? Never mind,” you huff, sounding nothing short of wounded. “Don’t even know why I called you, anyway—”
“Would it have something to do with you wanting to ask me out tonight?”
Words cork in your throat, your mouth growing dry. The eavesdropping son of a—
“Because if you are calling to request my presence at tonight’s Lantern Festival, I would happily accept your invite, Ms. Hunter.”
“Sure, yeah!” you blurt out, ignoring how your nerves explode like solar flares beneath your skin. Might as well get this over with. “I would love to hang out with you tonight, Syl! Glad you asked! Can’t wait!” You end your sentence with a nervous titter, sure you’ve already made enough of an ass of yourself. No need to prolong your embarrassment.
Sylus chuckles again, resigned. “Then it’s settled. I’ll see you tonight, Ms. Hunter.”
The line clicks with finality.
Your body’s a prickling mess as you shove your phone back into your pocket, hiding behind your hands. Your cheeks burn hot, and a smile threatens to break out on your face.
You remember yourself when some hunters meander by, giving you intrigued looks, whispering.
It’s just an outing between friends, you muse, strolling to your motorcycle as the sun seeks refuge behind your back. You throw your leg over the seat, putting on your helmet. The visor fogs as you breathe slow, trying to quell your nerves. Trying to dispel the wild thrumming of your heart in your ribcage, and the relentless twitch of your limbs. You’re shaky as you rev your bike to life, whether with excitement or apprehension, you aren’t sure.
Just friends. Two friends. Friends, friends, friends.
Though, if you are merely that, why, oh why are you so hung up on what to wear tonight as you whizz through the bustling streets of Linkon City towards your apartment?
I really needed this right now lol I’m so glad you send me these because they make my day.
Also FRIENDS MY ASS IMMA SHOW UP AND SHOW OUT FOR SYLUS 👁️👅👁️
You don’t know what compels you to leave the comfort of the guest bed. Just have the urge to move towards the muffled noise carrying through the stilled hallway of his mansion.
The door softly clicks shut behind you. Glacial tiles bite unforgivingly into your feet as you pad over them. You brace a hand on the textured walls to steady you, moving instinctually towards the source of a husky voice and gentle piano keystrokes.
You tug the faux fur blanket snuggly around you, blinking through the bleary haze of exhaustion. Hobble through the hallway like something half-dead. And somewhere between the alcoves and the glowing wall sconces, you hear Luke or Kieran snickering at your plight.
You must be quite the sight, hair mussed and eyes rimmed purple. Drawn from your sleep by the comforting rumble of Sylus’ voice, and it had it summoned to you like a beam of light.
Finally, you reach your destination. Grasp the brisk handle of the door to his quarters, cautioning it open. The swell of noise inside welcomes you, accompanied by the aroma of scorched sandalwood, and it’s warm here. Dimly lit and homely, beckoning you deeper inside.
Off to the left, behind a bookcase, you hear Sylus. Ensnared in a conversation on the phone, his tone hushed and even. You’re sure he won’t mind the intrusion, you muse as you kick the door shut.
Mephisto clicks curiously, watching you with all the intrigue of the world. You pay him no heed, dragging yourself toward the room’s focal point. With a weighted sigh, you collapse onto Sylus’ bed, arms splayed out like you’re making snow angels.
A smile cresting over your lips, you nuzzle into the safety his bed exudes. Inhale the faint under-notes of cologne buried in the comforter, and you exhale wistfully.
Something warm wades through your innards, working like a soothing balm. You find yourself curling into the fetal position, tucking your head beneath the throw blanket you’d snatched from your room.
Fatigue washes over you, beckoning you towards a comforting mistress named Darkness. And you would fully succumb to her charms if not for the mattress dipping below the weight of the room’s other occupant.
His voice seeps through your blanket like smoke, curled around a chuckle. He gently taps your hip, tone amused.
“At this rate, you might as well sleep here with me all the time.”
This is routine, you sneaking into his room to steal his bed when he’s out on business or reading in his study. It’s more comfortable than any other bed in the manor, and it smells too much like him.
You’re too weary to argue as the heat of his body permeates through your blanket, and he molds himself to you, tugging you closer until your rear notches perfectly against his groin.
“Too tired to respond?” asks Sylus. You can hear the smirk in his voice.
You blink sluggishly, offering a noncommittal grunt in reply. Sylus chuckles low, content with stroking your arm through the thick material of the throw blanket.
“Sleep then. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
His promise is enough for you to let go.
His chin settles in the crown of your head. Breath is heavenly as its rhythm, coupled with his steady heartbeat, lulls you into a deep slumber.
so, following the same path as my previous blurb about the aftercare...
sylus is getting ready to dip.
your heart twists. you grab his wrist with beseeching eyes.
"where you goin'?" you ask. try not to sound like a wounded child, but it's hard not to when the man holds your heart.
his mouth quirks. something pulls in his chest. he kneels by the tub once more, drawn to you like an insect to a burning light. smooths your damp baby hairs from your forehead and cheeks, studying your adorable countenance.
he's tender as he gathers up your hand, twining your fingers together. studies them, noting how small your hand is in his, delicate compared to his jaded one. he wants to preserve this version of you for as long as possible.
he kisses each of your knuckles, slow and methodical as his lips move, and you shiver with pleasant tingles.
he catches your gaze. irises flicker like a flame as they dance with a soundless mirth.
"i have some...business to attend to."
you deflate against the tub's rim. sigh disbelievingly, a retort in your throat. he hasn't yet released you, content with acquainting his lips with each detail of your fingers.
try as you might not to show it, disappointment bleeds into your tone. you knew the dream wouldn't last forever. knew he'd eventually leave to get back to the happenings of the n109 zone. doesn't mean it hurts any less to let him go.
"by business, you mean nefarious mafia boss things?"
he huffs a laugh at your cheekiness. taps your nose, sitting back on his haunches. "i teach you one word, and you beat it to hell."
"would i be me if i didn't?"
he shakes with a content chuckle. nimble fingers curl around your neck. smoldering, carmine eyes pan in, curtained by dark lashes. he encourages you into a kiss. steals your breath with its brevity, and when you part, he murmurs all hot against your swollen lips.
"i won't be long. promise."
you're drunk off the feel of him. off the warmth his body exudes, off the distant smell of mahogany he carries. off the way his lashes tremble when his gaze fleets from betwixt your eyes down to your lips.
there's hesitancy in his posture. he presses your foreheads together. chews his lip. he wants to abandon this fight of leaving you. you're so, so pretty. so inviting, and you deserve more loving.
he thinks of how melodic you sounded with your tongue curling around his name like that. with your face screwed up in pleasure as a wave of euphoria hurtled into you. what he wouldn't give to haul you back to bed for some more, much-needed tlc. he'll have plenty of time for that later.
reluctantly, sylus gets up. turns away from the longing in your eyes, fearing he'll cave.
you track his movements to the door before it clicks shut behind him. you're tuned to every sound that comes thereafter until he disappears in a plume of feathers from your apartment.
you turn away from the door until your back meets cool porcelain. the water and suds of your bath slosh lazily about. with folded arms, you slowly sink beneath the water. blow little frustrated bubbles with your mouth submerged below its surface.
you wonder what business could've snatched your boyfriend away so soon with a scowl twisting up your face.
--
at least four hours have passed since he left.
without any wanderers to pursue, you're antsy.
you laze about your bedroom, clad in one of his collared shirts, scrolling through your phone to keep your mind occupied. you haven't heard from him since this morning.
a notification appears in the upper portion of your screen. your tummy flutters. it's a message from sylus. you open it, flopping onto your back, and you're all types of giddy.
it's a shared location. his shared location. no context. just a pin drop on a map. with furrowed brows, you react to his message with a question mark.
'meet me here in 20,' comes his simple reply.
you gnaw on your bottom lip. dredge up his location to see it's a short distance from your apartment.
your mind buzzes with questions as you pour yourself into something comfortable. you don't push the matter with him. he tends to be cryptic like this, leaving you in the dark. you trust him thoroughly. he hasn't given you a reason not to.
lately.
maybe he needs your help negotiating a deal.
--
what negotiations could he possibly be making at an airfield? and in linkon, no less?
you're wary as you dismount your motorcycle, leaving it parked next to a gate. a little way's ahead of you, there's a single, pristine white jet. there's no mistaking that silhouette donned in black beside it, standing at the base of the jet's staircase.
"sylus?" you caution over the howl of the engines. you venture towards him with a hand shading your eyes from the sun and the wind whipping your clothes about.
he wears that customary smugness, mischief hidden behind the dark shroud of his shades. has his hands shoved in his pockets, coat draped about his shoulders. looks all cool flapping in the wind like that, reminiscent of a cape.
he meets you halfway. wordlessly takes your hand, bringing it to his lips to brand the back of it with a kiss.
"what's this about?" you query once you've regained your breath. you dawdle behind him as he shepherds you up the staircase. peers at you over his shoulder from the rim of his shades.
"a gift."
your eyes widen comically. "you bought me a jet?"
he gives you a pointed look. drops his shoulders with an exasperated sigh. you're pulling his leg, he's sure of it.
"no, sweetheart. i'm kidnapping you."
you come to a stop. "syl, you can't kidnap me. well...again. you can't kidnap me again. i'm a hunter. i have a job to—"
"i've already taken care of that."
you blink owlishly at him. confusion mars your features while he pins you with a sincere gaze. "eh?"
"your boss decided to give you some time off." his poker face doesn't divulge his ploy.
"what do you mean time off? syl, did you bully my commander?"
sylus chuckles low in the back of his throat. shrugs, feigning innocence. "i'm simply collecting on a debt. consider it a transaction. nothing outrageous. promise."
your body is rigid with skepticism as he ushers you the rest of the way up the steps into the awaiting arms of the cabin.
Okay, listen….
This is a series. Because HOW HAVE YOU NOT MADE THIS INTO A SERIES? Like this idea could be a damn date in the game THATS how good this is. Like….WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!? 😭
