Hi! I'm the anon who requested "hcs for Lads Caleb, Rafayel, Sylus, and Zayne comforting female reader (no distinctive features) because she had a bad day".
Don't worry about it! If anything, I'm sorry that you had been trying to write for a month all because of my request 😅
Thank you for telling me and even offering me to request something else too! I really appreciate it so I'll take up your offer!
I would love to request something else but I want to check with you first if you think you can write it because I don't want it to happen to you again!
Can I request hcs for Lads Caleb, Rafayel, Sylus, and Zayne spoiling female reader (no distinctive features) with things she likes please? Like Zayne buying cookies, Rafayel watching movies, Sylus buying plushies, and Caleb cooking a favourite meal
Sorry again about your other request!
In order to make it up for you, I decided to write short stories instead of hcs :)
Sylus isn’t the type of man to respond to provocations. He’s been around too many people who are all bark and no bite to know better when someone hurls insults at him to get a reaction out of him.
However, when the twenty-something year old man with caterpillar mustache taunts him at the pier, well, Sylus couldn’t help himself.
“Sylus,” You struggle to maintain a polite smile at the clerk who is smirking at your husband, “You don’t have to do this!” you hiss but Sylus just ignores you.
“So, all I need to do is knock down those four pyramid bottles to win that giant teddy bear, correct?” Sylus asks as he slides the amount needed to play the game.
The clerk nods his head, firmly, confident that Sylus would lose.
Annoyed at being ignored, you grab onto the plastic shotgun in Sylus’ hand, “I don’t want just the teddy bear–I want all of them!”
An astonished scoff can be heard from the clerk but both you and Sylus ignore him. Manic glee fills Sylus’ eyes as he meets your challenging stare.
“Oh, kitten, you shouldn’t have said that.” Sylus purrs, sending a delicious shiver down your spine.
Not less than ten minutes later and Sylus has knocked down all the pyramids and then some, having played six rounds.
With a snap of his fingers, the mountain of plushies evaporates into crimson smoke, “I’m sure Luke and Kieran will take care of your babies.” Sylus tosses a cunning smirk at the clerk. Serves him right for provoking Sylus.
“You’re unbelievable.” You mutter.
“Yet, you still married me.”
Zayne receives your text messages just as he’s about to head down to the cafeteria for his dinner break. He’s on call tonight and he’s barely getting started.
You usually don’t text him when he’s on call, knowing that you’d distract him and worry him but today’s different. Work was a total nightmare. No one was being cooperative. Your boss was being rude. And on top of that, they got your coffee order wrong.
The bathroom had been your safe haven throughout the day, having to go there to smother your sobs and pull yourself together. You honestly didn’t mean to text Zayne but you needed some comforting, even if it was a simple I’m sorry.
So, imagine your surprise when you hear the key being jammed into the keyhole and the door to your apartment being opened to reveal a disheveled Zayne.
“I got here as fast as I could!” Zayne is panting as he distractedly discards his shoes, “I have to go back to the hospital soon but I got you these!”
Zayne’s chest is heaving dramatically. He’s standing in front of you, concern written all over his face. “Your favorite.”
He pushes three boxes of your favorite cookie from the bakery down the block, “I’m sorry I can’t be here but maybe the cookies will help?”
You stare at Zayne in disbelief. Never mind the fact that he wasted his dinner break to come here to see you, but the fact that he bought three boxes of cookies, each box having a dozen cookies in them. A single box of those cookies is expensive as is, so the price of three is astronomical!
“Zayne–” Guilt weighs down heavily on your heart but Zayne is having none of it.
“I know I haven’t been home often because of work and I wish I could stay here, in your arms, to comfort you but–”
“It’s okay!” You plant a big, fat kiss on his cheek, “I’m so glad I married you.”
A huge smile breaks on Zayne’s face. Just as he’s about to lean in to steal your lips, his phone goes off, he sighs loudly.
You’ve always known that Caleb is such a mother hen; always worrying about you and nagging you about the simplest things.
Don’t forget your jacket!
Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
All those traits are quadrupled when you’re on your period.
You usually get annoyed when Caleb is hovering all over you when all you want to do is rot in bed until you’re done with your cycle.
This month, though, you appreciate Caleb’s caring nature. For some reason, your period decided that this month is the month of gluttony. No matter how much you eat, nothing is ever enough!
And Caleb is more than happy to provide.
You wake up this morning wearing one of Caleb’s old shirts.
The dining table houses a plethora of breakfast dishes, both western and eastern.
“Good, you’re awake!” Caleb greets you with his contagious sunshine smile.
“I hope you’re hungry! I might have gone overboard with breakfast.”
You inch closer to the table, “You could feed an army with his.” you snort.
Caleb pouts. But it quickly goes away when you poke his cheek.
“Okay so, we have chocolate chip pancakes and waffles. Some beef bacon and a side of scrambled eggs. Mixed berries. Over here is a plate of your favorite, jian bing, and napa cabbage tofu soup!”
Caleb is beaming by the time he’s done listing today’s breakfast menu. If he were a pup, his ears would be upwards while his tail wags rapidly in excitement.
There’s a look in Caleb’s eyes, as if he’s asking you, I did good?
“Caleb, you did such a good job I could marry you again.”
Caleb is over the moon at your compliment.
Every little moan of delight, every little compliment, every ruffle of Caleb’s hair, has Caleb radiating and smiling like the love struck fool that he is.
“You’ve never watched Harry Potter?” Rafayel’s eyes are as wide as saucers as he stares at you in disbelief.
A shrug, “My dad didn’t like those kinds of movies so he never let me watch them.”
“But what about now? You’re an adult now you can watch whatever you want!”
You thought about Rafayel’s question for a bit before answering, “I don’t know…I guess I wasn’t interested enough to watch it.”
Because after work on Friday, you return home to a newly remodeled living room.
“Raf…” His name falls from your lips in a whisper as you slowly make your way further into the living room, “What did you do?”
“Ta dah!” Rafayel holds his arms open wide, gesturing to the state of your home.
There’s a thick blanket covering the hardwood flower. Some throw pillows are tossed here and there. And in the center is a pair of matching pajamas. The coffee table is pushed to the far wall. On top of it is an assortment of candies, drinks, and other snacks which are all Harry Potter themed. On the wall is the infamous Hogwarts insignia; the lion, the raven, the badger, and the snake.
“I’m…” You chuckle in awe and in disbelief, “speechless.”
“The good kind of speechless, I hope.”
You simply nod your head, not knowing what to say.
Rafayel beams at you, “Okay. Go wash up! We’ll watch the first movie and then take the sorting hat quiz to see which house you belong to. I’m a Ravenclaw by the way but some quizzes, the bogus ones at least, say I’m a Hufflepuff. I think you’d be Slytherin. Or maybe a Ravenclaw like me…”
Nothing Rafayel said made any sense to you. It’s as if he’s speaking in a different language. But, there’s excitement in the air and it quickly infects you.
You quickly wash up and wear the matching set of pajamas with Rafayel. By the end of the first movie, you’ve finished an entire box of tissue. Why didn’t anyone tell you that Harry lived such a sad life?
“Okay!” Rafayel’s finger slams on the space bar on his laptop, “This will…only take…a few…There! So your house is…”
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