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Does anyone know any fics where Sylus is SCARYYYYY. like not towards MC, we all know that man would rather die (as he already has) before hurting MC. Scary towards his enemies, i love soft sy but I miss main story sy and feared mafia leader sy, drop ur fic recs in the comments pleaseee<333
xavier x f!reader
synopsis : taming your husband's hair seems to be just as hard as to tame himself; impossible.
tags : fluff, 3rd.myth!xavier, suggestive
wc : 480
White curtains flutter and rustle as a cold morning breeze enters through the open window. You lower your book and smile faintly when the sleeping man beside you stirs, the wind seeming to be an uninvited guest as his head on your lap shifts. Like a moth attracted to light, Xavier moves closer to seek your warmth until all of him is draped on top of you, his arm thrown across your thighs in a gentle hold as if they were mere pillows that he nuzzles against.
“Xavier…” His name is a sweet melody in his ears at the way you whisper it so softly, while one of your soft hands tenderly combs through his hair. Cautious of any knots, you untangle the long blond strands and sweep them all to one side over his shoulder until it flows over the mattress like a silky waterfall. “Honestly, we should consider braiding your hair if you refuse to take proper care of it. A little trim for your split ends wouldn't be bad either. Such a tangled mess…”
The melodic tune of birds chirping outside resounds in your chamber yet it has nothing to hold against the gentle quake of the broad back beneath your hand before a lighthearted chuckle reaches your ears. The arm around your legs lifts, and like a soft paint brush, his pointer finger starts drawing idle shapes along the naked skin of your thigh, making your body respond with a brief shiver.
“Indeed, we wouldn’t want to burden the queen with trivial matters such as my hair.” Xavier speaks softly, his voice laced with a tinge of mockery as his finger wanders lower and lower until it reaches the juncture of your knee. Gently, because he knows that you’re ticklish there, his hand settles on the back of your knee and lifts your leg over his shoulder. “Maybe-” A handsome smirk lifts the corner of his lips when he hears you inhale sharply as his warm breath ghosts along the inside of your thigh. “I should cut it short. It wouldn’t get in my way during fights or… meals.”
“In another lifetime maybe, but-” Your chest heaves in an uneven rhythm as you lean over to gather his hair in your palm. Like the finest fabric of silk, it wraps so perfectly around your fist until you have a firm hold on him. Smiles are exchanged when you pull on it and urge him closer to your center, where you need his mouth the most right now. “In this life, I will make sure to hold it whenever you need. I’ll gladly take care of it in your stead, my king.”
Take care of you.
With one final kiss on your hipbone, the king’s blue eyes gleam with mirth when you throw your other leg over his shoulder as well. “How merciful of you, my queen. I shall thank you properly for your kind gesture.”
And so he does, until the castle starts buzzing with life again, the staff begins the preparations for breakfast, the maids finish warming up water for your bath which you two take together every morning. Until his beautiful mane was a tangled mess again.