𝘿𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝘿𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧 <3
synopsis: You go out to the club with your friends and a creepy man wont take a hint. DD Sylus to the rescue!
wc: 4.4k
tags: established relationship, protective Sylus, domestic fluff, drunk!reader, hunter!reader (only briefly mentioned), violence (inflicted slightly on reader but mostly non-main characters), creepy man, etc
an: one of my favorite things about Sylus is how non-controlling he is. Like he's like please go out and have fun wherever you want and make sure to spend all of my money. god I love him. Happy (very late oh my god) Birthday, Sylus! <3 (This is the first fanfiction ive ever posted and I haven't written in years go easy on meeeee)
The faux leather of the barstool sticks to your thighs as you throw back what you think might be your third shot of the night. Not including the multiple drinks you had downed earlier. You honestly haven't been keeping track. As the liquor burns a path down your throat, you look around the crowded room.
The room is bathed in hues of pink and purple, blending together like a sunset as bright pulsing lights spin around the room. They momentarily blind you every once in a while when they move across your eyes and you eventually lift your arm to cover them. The nightclub you're at was pretty popular and had opened up recently. The crowd was evident of that. People cover the dance floor, swaying and girating to the upbeat hyperpop that pounds out of the speakers. Past the crowd, you could see various seating areas full of even more people at rounded tables and couches with plush seating.
Your friends must still be in the crowd. But no matter how much you look around you can't find them. Before coming over to the bar you'd been dancing for what felt like hours, buzzed and content. That was until your feet started aching from dancing around in your heels and the alcohol was making you unsteady. You'd almost fallen onto the floor at one point and your friends urged you to take a break before you fully face-planted. Instead of sitting down and sobering up, you were now back at the bar, downing shots and putting away a heaping plate of loaded nachos like it was your job. You were intending to take Sylus up on his earlier request.
Your boyfriend had given you his card before you went out for the night. After he'd stopped to admire you in your short dress and stilletos, he handed the black metal card after pullin you close to his chest. He insisted you spend egregious amounts of his money and have fun. He also added in a serious tone that he was more than willing to be your designated driver at the end of the night.
Sylus was so different from your past relationships. Your previous boyfriend was so controlling and loved to comment and monitor everything about your life. He had especially enjoyed telling you what you couldn't wear out and called you horrible names when you wouldn't listen. That relationship had crashed and burned quickly. But Sylus was the complete opposite. He loves spoiling you with his money and attention and always admires the outfits you pick out instead of judging them. He never tries to hold you back or control your decisions. You feel free with him. God, you love him.
You found yourself wishing he was there as the liquid of another drink burns its way down your throat and settles with a warmth in your stomach. When you can't find your friends after looking over the crowd for the millionth time, you give up. Instead you choose to glance at your phone while you sigh and set the empty shot glass back on the countertop of the bar. A notification is lit up on your lockscreen (one of you, Sylus, and Mephisto), sent only minutes ago. You cant help but smile at your phone like an idiot as you message him back.
Sylus <3: Having fun, sweetheart?
You: yesssss eating nchos at the bar. Wish you wer hear.
Sylus <3: Already drunk I see. how did you manage to misspell "here"?
You: atocorrect
Sylus <3: I'm sure it was. Scratch the "I can pick you up if you want me to" now you have no option. Let me know when you are ready to go home and I'll be there.
You pocket your phone after telling him you will and sending a bunch of hearts.
"Can I buy you a drink, beautiful?"
The voice jolts you out of the warm bubble of texting Sylus. Like a bucket of ice water has just been poured on your head. Whoever it was is way too close to your ear for comfort. Close enough that you feel their hot breath on the back of your neck.
As you turn to look behind you, you feel a hand move to the small of your back.
Revulsion coils in your stomach immediately at the man looking down at you. Hungry. As if you are a piece of meat on a stick he wanted to sink his teeth into. You also don't miss the way he openly stares down to the cleavage spilling out of your dress. Typical. His intentions are so obvious he might as well be holding a sign reading "let me fuck."
With a grimace, you pull away quickly and try to get a safe distance away from him. You slide out of your seat when you recoil, his hand thankfully leaving you. What the fuck was his problem touching you so casually like that?
The man has a forgettable face. He is likely in his forties, with dark blonde hair thinning at the top, straight nose, and protruding beer belly. He's also wearing a rumpled suit and loosened tie that looks like it had never seen an iron. Probably a work uniform he didn't bother to change out of before going to the club. He seems like one of those guys that don't understand what personal space is at all. It's very apparent from his persistent touch in his first words to you. And the way he moves closer when you step away from him.
You honestly hadn't wanted to come to the club tonight. It hadn't been your idea of going out. What you really wanted was to just get dinner at a quieter venue while you caught up with your friends you hadn't seen in a while. But your friend Tara had just gotten a promotion at work so you couldn't say no to going out and celebrating with them. Her way of celebrating happened to be expensive alcohol at a club with music that was a little too loud and flashing lights that were way too bright. Now you wish you would have just stuck with them instead of wanting to sit down by yourself for a minute.
"I'm good. Thanks." You slur as you yell over the music. You didn't want to be rude but you also weren't a fan of the casual way he was touching you. Fuck that.
"Come on. I can buy you and your friends another round." He smirked, looking a lot more predatory than the charming smile he was probably going for. So he had been watching you and your friends for a while then, huh? What a weirdo.
"We're good..Speaking of my friends I'm gonna go find them. Have a good one." You give him an uncomfortable smile before you turn towards the dance floor. You focus your entire energy on not falling on your ass as you walked away and somehow manage to stay upright. As you tilt and sway, you could feel his eyes boring into your back the entire way to the dancefloor. Creepy.
When you finally find Tara and your other friends, you decide to put the creepy man to the back of your mind and just have fun. You thought about telling them but didn't want to ruin their mood. You weren't going to let a man ruin your night, especially with just one encounter. You laugh and dance together for a few more songs, swaying to the music as you hug each other and scream the lyrics of your favorite songs in each others faces. Every once in a while you get a feeling of being watched but decide to brush it off. At that point you were having such a good time, the alcohol making you feel euphoric and loose, that you forget about the man entirely.
After dancing for what felt like an eternity but in reality was probably only an hour, you are exhausted. Thoughts of going home and falling asleep in your bed with Sylus was so appealing suddenly. So much so that it had your eyes drooping a little and a goofy smile tugging at your lips.
You say goodbye to your friends, telling them you're turning in "early", despite it already being one in the morning, and congratulate Tara on her promotion again before heading towards the entrance of the club. On the way over, you retrieve your phone out of your dress pocket. When you pull up Sylus's contact, the feeling of eyes watching you returns. You want to ignore it and at first you try to, but it persists. With a deep sigh, you give in and look around. After a moment you spot the man from before staring you down from a few feet away. He's still beside the bar and holds a drink in his hands, slurring a drink quickly through a straw and staring you down like he's stalking prey.
Immediately you avert your eyes. Fuck. Please don't come over please don't come over please dont come over. You repeat it in your head like a mantra as that feeling of revulsion returns, turning the alcohol sour in your stomach. You continue walking, more like staggering, further to the entrance as you dial your boyfriend's number and pray that the man doesn't follow you.
Sylus picks up immediately, and you smile at how predictable he is. No matter what he was in the middle of, he would always drop it when you called. It was sweet.
"Hello, Kitten." You could hear the easy smile in his voice, the nickname he purrs that used to annoy you now causes a kaleidoscope of butterflies to flutter violently in your stomach.
"Hi Sy… will you come pick me up? If you arent busy..." Your words are very obviously slurred and anxious. You lean against the wall as you talk to him, cheeks heating as his voice soothes you a little. No matter how much you talk to your boyfriend, he barely has to do anything for you to get flustered around him. Your mood is ruined however when you glance back and still see the persistant eyes of the man across the room.
"Of course, sweetie. I'll be on my way now. Is everything alright?"
You knew he could hear in your voice that something was wrong. He had always been so good at reading you. like a favorite book he'd read until the spine was soft from every page turn. Every slight shift in mood he recognized immediately. Like the time you'd tried to hide a wound from him. You had gotten it from a wanderer that caught you off guard on a mission. It was a lot worse than you let on and you even hid it from your team and supervisor. But it only took one look at you across the room for him to know you were hurt. Even when you thought you had done a great job hiding it from his watchful gaze.
"Yeah!" you sputter, trying to sound casual. But then you give up pretty easily, sighing. What was the point of hiding from him?
"Um….its just that this man that kept trying to buy me a drink earlier is staring me down right now and he's really creeping me out."
"Are you okay? Did he try anything with you?" You could tell the smile had slipped off his face and his words were coated with concern and an razors edge of quiet anger
"Nonono. I walked away from him pretty quickly after he offered but now he's just staring at me from across the bar…he's being so creepy."
"I'll be there in a few minutes, darling. I'll come get you and escort you to the car." You could hear the edge in his voice, while still keeping it soft for you. He was instantly pissed a man was bothering you when you were trying to have a good time.
you exchange "I love you's" before hanging up the phone. You are just about to head outside when you realize something. You tried to adjust your bag on your shoulder out of habit, but after a moment you realize it's not on your shoulder. You furrow your brow in confusion while trying to not panic and remember where you might have laid it down.
That's when it dawns on you. Fuck. you are pretty sure you left it at the bar earlier. Right where that man still was, eyeing you.
This can't be happening. Of all the things to happen to you, it had to be this. You didn't want to have to interact with this creeper again but you weren't leaving without your bag.
You square your shoulders, resigning yourself to your fate. You had a lot in your bag that you didn't want to part with. Like the card Sylus gave you to go out tonight. There was no way you could face him if you lost it. Yes, it would be nothing for him to replace it but you hate the thought of inconveniencing him.
Sighing, you focused your gaze on the bar as you walked over. You keep a look out for your bag and you're about to ask the bartender if he'd seen it. But it didn't take long for mr creeper to walk over to you.
"There you are. Ive been trying to get your attention from across the room for a while. Looking for this?" The man stands in front of you, clutching the straps of your bag in his fist.
Relief washes through you that it wasn't stolen but it's diluted with a giant dose of apprehension. For a split second you thought maybe you had read the situation wrong. That he was just staring you down and working up the courage to go give you your purse back….? Yeah..even as you thought it over you realized that was unlikely.
"You're a lifesaver. Thanks." You try to keep your tone light and not let any wariness enter it. You reach out for your purse, because his hand isn't outstretched to give it you, when he quickly snatches it awa, a playful smirk on his face.
"ah ah ah. You can have your purse back when you actually have a full conversation with me, beautiful. You've probably spoken, what, less than 15 words to me all night?"
Before, you were creeped out. But now you were just pissed. Why couldn't this man just understand you didn't want him? What gave him the right to your words or your time?
"Sorry? I don't need to do anything. Give me my purse back. Now." you're still very drunk and swaying but you keep grabbing for the purse as he moves it around out of reach from you each time. What a manchild.
After a few second of fumbling around like an idiot, you finally wrench the purse from his grasp. When you do, he grabs your arm hard, almost bruising. Then he pulls you towards him.
"Come on don't be like that, let me buy you a drink and get to know you better, huh doll?" You writhe against his hold and can smell alcohol coating his rancid breath.
"I'm not your doll. I'm taken and I don't want you. Take a hint, asshole. Let go of me!" You pull against his arm but he still doesn't budge. He has a malicious glint in his eyes now. The facade of niceties has faded and he stares at you coldly, grip tightening even more. What the fuck is wrong with him?
"Let go of my girlfriend. Now." A familiar voice rips through the air like a speeding bullet. You look back to see Sylus standing behind you, bathed in the strobing colors of the club lights. You breathe a sigh of relief. Thank god.
"I didn't know she was taken. We were just having a little fun, im sure you understand." He is still gripping your arm hard and you are tugging against him still in a frantic effort to get away. His clammy grip on your arm was definitely going to leave a bruise and was making you want to throw up in disgust and start to panic.
"I believe she just told you. But that has nothing to do with her not wanting scum like you. As I said, let her go." The usual smirk he wore on his face was nowhere to be seen. Instead it was replaced by a look of calm rage so scary that the man stiffened a bit and loosened his hold.
Tendrils of red and black suddenly surround you and wrap around the man's hand, wrenching him off of you harshly. The smoky wisps curl around your arm in a caress, soothing the marks left behind by the man's fingers that had dug into your skin. It makes you smile a little. A power so deadly treating you with such care. After a moment, the wisps leave you and instead wrap tighter around the mans hand.
Finally free, you stumble over to Sylus quicky while you huff a breath in relief. He pushes you behind him with one hand, positioning himself between you and the man. With him in front of you, the man's eyes are unable to bore into you fully like before.
"How dare you touch her."
Suddenly, you hear a sickening crunch as the man's hand jerks into various unnatural angles. The scream of agony that rips from his throat is loud even when muffled by the blaring music. His wrist must be shattered. You honestly cant say you feel bad for him after the shit he pulled, though.
Sylus turns to leave, satisfied with the man's pain as he starts to pull you with him
"Wait." you sway on your feet before sylus steadies you. You brush him off after a second, walking towards the man instead of towards the exit. He looks at you with a mix of pain and confusion as you approach.
Without a word you square your shoulders before rearing back and striking forward with your fist. Your knuckles collide with the mans cheekbone. The contact causes his head to crack backward and he falls to the floor. His eyes are bewildered as he clutches his destroyed wrist to his chest while groaning in pain from the attack. He cowers, waiting in case another blow comes.
"Fuck you."
You turn around and shake your hand out, fist shooting sparks of pain up your wrist from the force of the punch. God, that hurt.
When you look up you notice Sylus looking at you with a little suprise and pride shining in his crimson eyes. His usual smirk has returned and is full of amusement as he holds his arm out for you.
"Well, well. My kitten has claws. Even after way too much to drink."
"Can we go home now, Sy?" People are now openly staring, fear in their eyes at the scene the three of you just created.
"Of Course. After you, sweetie." He sweeps his arm out, waiting to follow your lead. When you start forward you notice the death glare he shoots back at the man over his shoulder. You cant help but feel butterflies at how protective he is.
When he finally gets you into his passenger seat, he reaches over you to buckle your belt while pressing a kiss onto your forehead.
"Are you alright? Did he hurt you?"
"I'm fine. But my arm is definitely gonna bruise…" you say the last part under your breath but he still hears the words. He lifts your arm for him to look you over. At closer examination there are faint marks already bruising where the mans fingers dug into your skin. His eyes widen slightly before hardening into that same deadly look from inside the club. His posture stiffens.
"Im going back. He's not going to be breathing when i'm through with him."
You grab his arm before he can turn. "Sylus no. Lets just leave. I just want to go home" the words leave your mouth as a whine. You are exhausted from a night drinking, dancing, and having to deal with a man that can't take no for an answer. You honestly wouldn't be mad if the man was "taken care of" in that moment, but you didn't want Sylus to make even more of a scene. Those poor people at the club would be traumatized for life if he got his way.
He looks at you like he wants to argue but after a moment of staring into your eyes and seeing the exhaustion there, he decides to honor your wishes and nods. "Alright. Lets get you home, then."
When you pull up to the base in the N109 zone, he opens your door and holds out his hand for you. You take it and step out of the car, trying to stand flat on your feet before pitching forward. Your balance has somehow gotten worse on the drive home. There is an amused chuckle from Sylus as his arm wraps around your stomach before you can fall face first in his driveway. He pulls you back up, hand sliding to your hip while he tucks you against him.
"I got you. Tell me. How much did you drink?"
"Ummmm……I kinda stopped counting a while ago…"
"Can I have a range at least, Kitten? I have to know what I'm working with." His cologne smells of bergamot, cardamom, and leather. The perfect combination that you drink in every time you're near him. It smells like home to you. And it makes it hard to listen to anything he's saying with your body against his and his attentive gaze drinking you in.
"Kitten…focus" He purrs, snapping you back to his question. He repeats it patiently when he realizes you aren't paying attention.
"Maybe..four drinks…. and a few shots?"
"Impressive."
Probably realizing that there was no way you were about to walk to the door on your own, Sylus has a better idea. You try to walk after he has steadied you, you really do. But you don't get very far. You cant help but stumble forward before he catches up to you in a couple easy strides.
"Where do you think you're going?"
With a squeak of suprise from you, one arm wraps around the back of your knees and you are lifted into his arms. Like you weigh less than a feather. In his other hand dangles your strappy heels that you had immediately kicked off when climbing into his car. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck like second nature.
"Insideeee." You whine, blinking heavily. Despite your protests, you dont try to get down. You are so tired and the thought of walking all the way through the base didn't sound appealing at all.
"Let me take care of you, my love. Why walk when you have a perfectly useful boyfriend to carry you instead?"
You dont protest, nodding after a moment and nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. This causes a happy chuckle to burst from his lips
"What am I gonna do with you?"
You bite your lip, thinking of a few things that he could do to you that you definitely would welcome. if you weren't so exhausted. Despite your weariness, your cheeks redden and he laughs again, the sound deep and rich.
"Did you spend a lot of my money tonight?" He purrs into your ear as he holds you closer. You nod again, thinking about all the drinks and food you got at the bar. You list off all you spent, making sure to tell him about the nachos that you definitely are returning for in the future.
"Good. Now lets get my sweet girl to bed, hmm?"
you giggle as you agree, smiling as you feel his lips warm on your cheek. All you wanted in that moment was to sleep in your warm bed with Sylus's arms around you.
He sets you down while he helps you into comfortable pajamas, despite your protests in having to be upright. After you are in way more comfortable clothes he lays you gently onto the bed pulls your covers up for you. He leaves for a moment and you miss his warmth as soon as he's gone. What can you say, you are a needy drunk.
When he returns, he convinces you to down an entire glass of cold water before tugging an expensive leather chair to your side of the bed. He produces a bottle of makeup remover and wipes and pushes your hair out of your face. With a steady hand, Sylus gently starts wiping your makeup off your skin. He has always loved taking your makeup off for you at the end of a night out, loving that he can help you relax and wind down after a long day.
The products he uses from your collection are expensive ones that you had never been able to afford before meeting him but always wanted. When you first got together and he learned that you really loved doing your skin care, he made notes of your skin type and all the things you liked. He took the time to research and buy you the most luxurious products on the market. He even got you a mini fridge when he found you liked to keep some of them cold.
You were always so in awe of how much he loved taking care of you. Even now he makes small affectionate cooing sounds and tells you how pretty you are as he rubs the lipstick off your lips with the warm cloth. All while your eyes flutter and you hold on to the sleeve of his shirt.
You drift in and out of sleep, feeling Sylus's gentle hands rubbing moisturizer in lazy circles into your makeup-free skin. letting out a content sigh, you wrap your hand gingerly around his wrist and plant a small kiss on the tips of his fingers.
Half-conscious and an eternity later (needy drunk again), you feel the mattress finally dip beside you and warm, muscular arms pull you into a familiar embrace. Sylus presses kisses into your hair as he breaths you in, happy to have you home and safe after what happened at the club.
"Goodnight, kitten. I'll make sure to help your through your hangover in the morning."
You make a sound in reply, nuzzling deeper into him. And as you fall asleep pressed against your boyfriend's chest, whispering i love you's to each other before drifting off, you can't help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
(Also that man's body is found days later btw :P)
