a/n - as a melting brit i need some way to cope with the heat
xavier
you spend a lottt of time sleeping together. like literally sleeping.
he stocks up on ice cream, watermelon and other cold snacks
he's terrible with the heat and will be out of it for 90% of the time but if you ask him he'll say he's completely fine what do you mean heat what heat there's no heat
you're worried he's like actually going to melt
constantly suggesting you two take cold showers together
gets pouty when you say it's too hot to cuddle
he spends so much time sat with his face directly in front of the fan - you find him asleep with a huge chunk of (now warm) watermelon hanging out of his mouth
I just think his blushy sticky face would be sooo cute
zayne
heaven sent
angel
blessing from above
you tell him he doesn't have to use his evol because you're worried about the backlash but he reassures you it's fine
really he's just happy to have you clinging to him all the time
he'll definitely tease you about how you're glued to him but he won't actually do anything to stop you
he doesn't really use his evol much for himself but he'll use it for you
the heat is also an excuse to have So Much ice cream
will sit you down and cover you head to toe in sunblock. sometimes in a sexy way, sometimes in the way a parent does their child before letting them run off on the beach
you think he's going to wear less clothes but actually. uv protective body suit under his shirt and shorts. got you, idiot.
rafayel
god he will not shut up
constantly complaining about how he's melting
he'll complain if you don't want to cuddle because of the heat but he'll also act like you're trying to kill him whenever you DO want to cuddle despite the heat
basically he's impossible
you need to sit in silence because otherwise you'll piss each other off
but he uses any opportunity to take you to the beach for the cold water
the heat is also an excuse for him to be naked a lot
he will steal your hand-held fan and drain the battery you gotta catch him
please pray for thomas in this very difficult time.
sylus
he's so dramatic just to annoy you
will not let you get out of cuddles just because it's too hot (depending on your condition of course. he won't actually let you overheat he's just annoying)
he runs so fucking hot you're scared for his health
he's definitely more irritable even if he tries to act like the heat isn't affecting him
he sighs and groans more than he'll admit if asked and his patience for the twins' antics is waning
as for you, he probably puts you in air jail when you get too cheeky around this time
he learns quickly that now is Not the time to rage bait you (the silent treatment makes him sick to his stomach)
dragon probably huffs steam out of his nose
caleb
he's still up and at 'em somehow
teases you when you avoid doing things because of the heat
will happily take on any tasks you can't
you kinda have to chain him down to make sure he's actually taking care of himself and not over working himself for your sake
especially makes sure you're still eating if the constant heat makes you too tired to shop for groceries/cook meals
he's secretly monitoring how much water you're drinking and WILL make a big deal of it if he feels you're not drinking enough
you also pay extra attention to taking care of his arm during this time (he tells you it's fine but still likes the attention)
has so much sun protection gear it's hilarious - he goes out looking like one of those guys with the shades and huge sun hats and sunblock smeared all over his face and down his nose
a/n - this is so silly I'm sorry. more a/n at the end :P
The moment you walked into the room you saw it, the way Zayne's nose twitched in the air. Once, twice, examining, determining, locating. You.
He smelled you before he saw you, his head swivelling around from where it was buried in documents to find where this new scent was coming from before his gaze found you.
“Everything alright?” you asked innocently, doing your very best to suppress your smirk.
“Do you... have desserts with you by any chance?” he answered your question with a question, his choice of words somewhat hesitant. You could see his eyes scanning for any familiar looking bags from one of the bakeries you frequent that you may be carrying.
“Is that all you want me for nowadays? Desserts? For shame, Doctor Zayne,” you teased, smiling as he rolled his eyes before approaching you.
“That’s not what I meant, I’m just sure I can smell chocolate coming from...” he trailed off as he reached you, his nose involuntarily sniffing you before he caught himself.
The two of you stood in silence, your husband clearly embarrassed by his own actions.
“What was that...?” you started slowly, breaking the heavy silence, ensuring your gaze looked as wary and accusatory as you could muster.
“I’m beginning to realise that was... wildly inappropriate,” he cleared his throat as he avoided the wide eyes you stared at him with. “My apologies-” he was beginning to say before you erupted into laughter in front of him. You just couldn't hold it in anymore.
“I’m sorry I’m messing with you, baby,” you wheezed, gathering yourself again amidst his confusion.
“I don’t think I follow,” he replied, eyes narrowing as he waited for you to elaborate on your mischief.
“I got this new cocoa set, shower gel, lotion, all that stuff. That’s why I smell like chocolate. There’s no microaggressions here, I promise,” you pursed your lips as you tried to suppress a second outburst of laughter while watching relief flood through him. “I’m glad to know it works though!”
“Mmh, that,” he drew you close, suddenly burying his nose in your neck and breathing you in deep. “It does. It works terrifically, in fact,” he murmured, practically groaning as he took in your scent, the vibrations and warmth radiating from him making the hairs on your neck stand up.
“Later,” he muttered. “Send me the link to all those products. I’ll make sure you never run out,” he continued, voice just slightly huskier as his palms firmly traced your figure before settling at your hips.
“Why later? Can’t I send it to you now?”
“We’re about to get quite busy now, aren’t we, sweetheart?”
a/n - I got an ad for cocoa scented body products and thought to myself 'damn zayne would go crazy over this stuff' and then remembered I'm black and was like 'haha. wouldn't it be funny if. ha.' anyways. this is self indulgent just because I'm never above an 'is it because I'm black?' joke. it's an expression of love.
edit - to clarify, I do 100% believe zayne would be so respectful and sensitive towards a black partner and would educate himself at every possible turn. you're just a troll here that's all lol
⁀➴☕︎ | Papa!Sylus does not tolerate disrespect towards his wife
Based on this ask! Hope you enjoy<3
You're gently clipping kitten clips through your daughter's hair when your son barrels into her room. Wordlessly, he starts upturning the pillows on her bed, patting around the comforter before he moves on and starts looking through her nightstand.
"What are you looking for, hon?" You ask him, squeezing your daughter's cheeks and grinning the same grin she got from you back at her in the mirror "Do you like it?" You whisper to her, to which she nods happily.
"My..." He's too focused on scrounging through her drawer to properly answer before he gives up, shutting the drawer with a bang and startling the both of you "My bike keys. Have you seen them?"
Delicately upturning your daughter's face till she's looking at you, you coo at her "Have you seen the keys, baby?" When she giggles, you're laughing with her as you coo at her "No, I don't think you have"
"Mom" Your son sounds exasperated and you finally focus back on him, standing in the middle of the room, impatiently tapping his foot against the floor in clear agitation.
"You really thought your baby sister hid them?" You ask incredulously "What did the twins say?"
"They haven't seen it" He's pacing now before he stops by her playpen, upturning the plushies and toys in pursuit of his keys "Wouldn't put them above hiding it here though" He mutters under his breath but the words carry over to you anyway.
You set your daughter down who immediately crawls over to her big brother at a rapid pace, happily babbling as she reaches him, pulling at his jeans "Why are you looking for them anyway? Don't you remember you lost all bike privileges last month?"
Your son finally stands straighter, sighing "Dad obviously didn't mean that. He's always saying stuff..." Looking around for other possible hiding spots, he trails off "... that he doesn't mean"
You cross the room to where he's now set his eyes on your daughter's dressing table, gently grabbing his arm and turning him to face you "You've just stopped limping. You really need a break from riding your bike"
"The Doc cleared me for driving already" Huffing, he's still eyeing the dresser and clearly distracted wondering whether his troublemaker brothers really hid his keys in their sister's mansion of a room.
"We've not cleared you yet" You emphasize softly "The last incident could've been a lot worse and you know it"
Groaning because he believes he's tried to get through to you guys thousands of times over this, your son runs his hands through his stark white hair. Unlike his father, his crimson orbs run cold "But it wasn't" He stresses as he picks your daughter up and carefully places her in her crib.
"We're not going to sit around and wait for when it will be" You let him go and step back, immediately rearranging the stuff and picking up the toys he'd tossed around "You will only get your bike privileges back after you've proved to us that you're responsible enough to handle it"
You're too busy clearing up the space that you don't notice he's stopped moving around now, his face twisting into one of restrained irritation as he looks at you "You did it" He accuses "You took my keys"
"Yes" You straighten up now, returning a fallen plushie back to its correct position "Short of trashing your bike, this was the only method to get you to stop and consider the consequences"
"Consequences?" He repeats, incredulity clear on his sharp features, ones he inherited from his father "I walked around with a cane for two weeks, Mom. You really think I don't know what the consequences are?"
Sighing, you finally turn to face him "No. You don't. Not if you're already itching to go again. Your driving is rash and unsafe, for other people on the road but especially for you. Until you learn that, you can commute with your brothers"
He scoffs at that, as if the very notion is unthinkable "Just give me a bicycle at this rate"
"That can be arranged" You tell him but at his thunderstruck expression, you sigh again "Darling, I know that this sucks but this is for your own good"
"What? Taking any shred of freedom I have away from me?"
Raising three teenage boys with a penchant for danger and adrenaline was not easy at all. Especially with your patience stretched thin between their antics "Taking your freedom would be grounding you for your recklessness after the state we found you in, but the most we're doing is taking your bike away. Don't make me regret it"
Even his sister's incoherent babbling and happy squeaks is not enough to distract him as he stands there, fuming. Reigning your own irritation in, you cross the room to him finally and caress his arm as you give him your best placating smile "If you show us that you can be responsible in the next few weeks, you'll get your keys back faster than you know"
He's quiet, unresponsive for a few moments as you squeeze his arm to cheer him up but then his quiet voice carries over "Just because you sacrificed your freedom to be with Dad, the rest of us also need to be subjected to the same punishment?"
Your hand falls off his arm as you take a step back. It was true. To be with your husband had meant giving up a lot of things. But you'd never let that translate into your children being subjected to a life of hiding, having to give up the opportunity to be raised like other children. For him to accuse you of that when you'd bent over backwards to make their lives as uneventful and normal as you could, made your heart sink. Did your children really feel this way?
You're still trying to keep your anger at bay and compose yourself as you try to form a response. Your son stiffens next to you, back going ramrod straight as if bracing for impact.
"Speak to my wife that way again and you'll find out what a life without freedom really looks like"
Sylus' voice is so low it sends shivers running through you when you feel him come up behind you. He bypasses you completely, going straight for your son and leaning close till he was eyelevel "You're not disrespecting just your mother here, you've disrespected my wife. Don't you know what I do to those who scorn her?"
Your son can't bear to hold eye contact, looking nervous and lowering his gaze as Sylus whispers something to him. You're watching how his entire body goes rigid in fear as his father steps back "All this for your bike?"
He's too scared to respond, you can tell. You step up to his side to explain but your husband is not having it "Sylus-"
"No" He gently interrupts, before turning back to his son and tossing his keys at him, not as playfully as he usually would "The kid wants a ride? He's going to get one. Meet me in the garage in five minutes"
Your son slides an apprehensive look towards you and is about to leave when Sylus' low voice stops him dead in his tracks "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Gulping, he turns back to you. The keys jingle in his palms as he fists them. He's pale from fear at getting caught talking to you that way, but he's terrified for the talk that's coming after "I'm sorry, Mom"
He's out the door before you can respond and you turn to Sylus, dubious at how he'd behaved. Said man acts like he didn't just threaten his own son as he lifts his daughter out of the crib and coos at her "You can't talk to him that way!"
"And he can?" Sylus shoots back, his tone conversational as he kisses his daughter's cheeks.
"I was going to address it-"
"No" Sylus carefully holds his daughter in one arm as he turns to you "This is not behavior that we address. This is when they need to be put in line and made to understand the sacrifices you made for them to have the kind of life they do now" Putting an arm around you, he pulls you close and kisses your forehead "They can't get away with talking to their mother this way. More importantly, my wife"
"He shouldn't be riding his bike" Your brows furrow as Sylus puts his daughter back in her crib, before tucking your head under his chin and pulling you close.
"I've got this, baby" He pulls back to look at you, and those crimson orbs that all your children shared had come from this wonderful man, with his glowing eyes and wicked mouth. The love of your life "I'll make sure he's being careful"
With a final kiss to your forehead, he's pulling away to join his son when you call out behind him "Stay safe!"
Your parting words are still keeping him warm by the time he reaches the basement garage where his son is waiting by his bike, parked next to Sylus' own. He's already wearing his helmet, in clear hopes that this will help brace for impact of the storm that is his father.
Wordlessly, Sylus puts on his helmet and gets on his bike. Every moment stretched thin without a single word from his dad has your son nervous as he watches him rev the bike once, the engine roaring.
Sylus turns to look at his son once before he pulls his visor down and takes off. Your son's right behind him, the unspoken command to follow clear.
Both of them tear through the city, driving at a much lower speed than what they would usually, cruising past neighbourhoods and districts as the sun follows them into the sunset.
Your son is intently watching the back of his Dad's head, trying to figure out what exactly is going through his mind. Contrary to what most people deduced, he wasn't a mama's boy. He always felt closer to his dad. Like he didn't need a lot of words to express what he felt and Sylus just knew.
Even now, as they climbed around a hilltop, he could tell that just because he'd taken him out for a drive, everything wasn't back to normal. No, his clearly veiled threat that he didn't want you to hear earlier still rang clear in his head. This wasn't a way to help you calm down. Sylus needed the drive probably as much your son did.
After all, your son had inherited the love for riding from your husband.
They parked their bikes by a viewing spot that was blessedly empty, watching as the sun faded into hues of orange and blue over the city. Sylus takes his helmet off, hanging it over the rearview mirrors before turning to look at his son who was doing the same.
Unlike the older Qin, his son wasn't as good at acting aloof and unbothered. His foot tapped nervously on the tar before he caught himself, found himself knocking anxiously into the side of his bike and stopped abruptly, ran his fingers through his hair and looked around apprehensively before his gaze settled on the way the lights around the city lit up one by one. When he finally turned to look at his father, he found him already studying him quietly.
"You don't know the horrors your mother has faced to be able to give you this life. If you can't be grateful for it, unlearn that bullshit and do right by her yourself before I feel the need to step in"
Your son sighs. He screwed up big time. He lied.
He was a mama's boy.
Sylus tredges into your bedroom a couple hours later when you're sitting at your vanity and doing your skincare after a shower to calm yourself down. The twins caught wind about their eldest brother being in trouble and answering their questions on top of worrying for your son drained all your remaining energy out of you.
"Well?" You ask, going over to where Sylus is pouring himself a stiff drink and downing it in one go "What's the verdict?"
Sylus falls back into the couch and takes you with him, hugging you close to his body and sighing like he felt the entire world's weight on his shoulder "He lives"
"Sylus!" You pull back and smack his shoulder which breaks a chuckle out of him.
"He's fine. He handed over his keys himself and is serving his sentence by baking your favorite cookies before he comes up here to apologize again" That makes you smile as you wrap your arms around his neck, sinking into his warmth again.
"You did good" You praise, playing with the short hair at his nape "What did you say to him?"
Sylus' attention strays from where he'd been drawing mindless patterns into your skin, taking on a faraway look "Nothing too serious. He's a smart kid"
At your unconvinced look, Sylus complies "If it helps, I didn't scold him. He heard an earful for the way he talked to you but.. he's been cooped up at home all these weeks and that translated into today's episode" As an afterthought, he adds "Plus, the twins are not easy"
You groan "I sympathize with him, I really do"
Sylus laughs before he's quiet again, tightening his arms around you, lips resting against your temple "Told him that if he needed to go on a ride, he knows where to find me. And he'll only get his solo riding privileges back once I clear him safe"
"When will that be?" You muse, because you knew your husband.
"Never" You laugh quietly into his shoulder, knowing he's half kidding but also half serious "I should take away all his privileges simply for having talked to you that way"
Your fingers have stopped playing with his hair now, sinking deeper into the tufts of his hair and scratching his scalp as your hot breath whispers into his ear "Because no one disrespects your wife?"
You can feel the smirk spreading on Sylus' face as he pulls back to look at you "And lives to talk about it" At your evident frown, he amends "Unless they're blood related, in which case we concede with minimal punishment"
"What do you do to these...perpetrators?" You're not being slick at all, especially as your hand unbuttons his shirt with ease.
"Bad things" His lips ghost over your pulse before he's peppering kisses along your neck and jaw.
"What kind of bad things?" Your hands pull away at his shirt to feel his burning skin beneath your palms, running your fingers over the ridges as his stubble rubs against your skin.
"What was that saying about curiousity and a kitten?"
"It was a cat" You correct, moaning when his lips covers yours to reprimand you mouthing off to him with you hastily pulling away because you're far from done "There's not the full saying"
Sylus is simply humoring you now as he helps you out of your night slip, baring you completely for him "Is that so?"
"Don't you know satisfaction brought it back?" The innuendo is not lost on him, especially as your hands go to his belt buckle "Are you up for the challenge, Mr. Qin?"
Wordlessly, Sylus lifts you in his arms and drops you on the bed, very much up for the challenge as he simply rolls up the sleeves of his unbuttoned shirt. And because you're a glutton for punishment, you can't help but push his buttons "Yes? No? Maybe so?"
Sylus foregoes playing into your bait by grabbing you by the calves and dragging you to the edge of the bed as you squeal, throwing your legs over his shoulders, getting ready to show you how good he can satisfy this kitty.
I'll try not to complain too much after this but i feel so bad not just for his fans but even moreso for everyone involved in making him. HE WAS ALREADY MADE!!!!
his design had been finalised, he had been animated, various of his stories had been written and animated, his combat model had been animated, he had voice actors in each language record content for him and I'm sure there's so much more. and it's all gone. several teams worth of people and their blood sweat and tears went into creating him but none of it matters anymore. I can't believe it honestly.
infold are an enigma to me. when black/darker skinned players complained about not being able to see our mcs (something that literally doesn't even affect any other players so fixing it won't cause any problems and will keep everyone happy) they doubled down and said they don't give a shit and it took them ages for them to even slightly fix the lighting for some memories. and that's not the only time they've doubled down against players' complaints, they've done it plenty even with their other games.
but for some reason this time round they've folded like a lawn chair and removed an entire character from the game and story completely, AFTER announcing him and getting a good portion of the playerbase excited for his release. I cannot wrap my head around this. I'm so sorry valko girlies :(
sylus would absolutely not do well with insect bites he would scratch the shit out of them no matter how much you tell him not to. there is no kind of cream or ointment or gel that will relieve him of the itch. he'd be like a pet that figures out how to remove its cone with how he bypasses every kind of barrier you put up, medicinal or physical, just so he can scratch that damn bite
I honestly haven't really decided if I'll ever add valko to any multi posts I make just because as things stand I'm personally not very interested in him and I'd rather not force myself to write anything potentially ooc for him. ofc that could very easily change as time goes on but for now I'm not so sureeee
caleb is so weird you'd text him complaining about bug bites while he's away on a mission and he'd lament the fact that he can't chew on your skin and leave marks on you
all these valko think pieces omds guys people are allowed to like him and people are allowed to not gaf or, dare I say, dislike him who the hell actually cares!
sylus thinking everything you do and say is the cutest funniest most charming thing in the world all the time.
you're with him in a meeting, his commanding presence dominating the atmosphere, no one dares to so much as move a facial muscle without his prompting. until you crack a corny joke. the other attendees can't believe the gall you have to not take the discussion at hand and your company seriously, what with the leader of onychinus being in your midst.
they tense, waiting for him to snap. but instead sylus breaks out into what takes them all a moment to process as a smile. wait, it doesn't stop there because they're pretty sure that noise he's making is him... laughing.
they're all stock still, not sure what to make of the scene. is this all an act before he mercilessly gets rid of you? their eyes all shift between one another before sylus speaks again.
"isn’t she just the funniest?" he sighs dreamily, his attention half heartedly shifting back to the Non-You's in the room.
they're still not sure what's going on exactly, scanning, processing, analysing. is he serious? surely not. right?
"you all agree, right? she's very funny. right?" his voice dropped an octave, his darkened tone and gaze clearly harbouring some kind of threat.
well, that confirms it.
his question is then answered with a series of forced awkward laughs and vague mumbles of agreement from around the room before he turns back to you with an impressed smile.
see? everyone agrees. you're just soooooo funny.
(he wants you really really bad)
a/n - found my post about sylus zendaya laughing at everything mc says because he wants that cookie so effing bad and then this happened. bye bye.
like i really wish they switched up his appearance a little more but instead he ended up looking like Sylus and Caleb's lovechild😭
I saw some people say they wish he had a more feminine sort of look and I think I agree wrt my own preferences. wish he was a little prettier you know, a little more standout. like while I love the boys, I do think lads lacks in diversity when it comes to the designs relative to other otomes and I can see why non-players aren't moved by their designs/say they're samey. I feel like the 6th LI was a wasted opportunity to do so much more
taking fem rafayel's strap and she's so teasing and patient until you're so wrecked and delirious on her cock you beg her to nut in you and she stills in disbelief before she loses it and fucks you into the mattress. breeding kink unlocked!
