Wife?!
Pairing: Sylus x MC
Summary: When you receive a call in the middle of the night after an exhausting mission and are met with overwhelmed twins and a drunk Sylus, you were tempted to kick the three to the moon. All you want is getting some sleep!
Luckily, a delicious apology awaits you in the morning.
Author's note: This idea is so random. I don't remember how late it was when I had it, but I would be pissed if I were in MC's situation - and being Sylus wouldn't save you. I need and love my sleep XD
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You had just fallen into your well-deserved sleep after a successful hunter mission when your dream was interrupted by a loud noise. Hoping it was merely a glitch in her brain, you ignored it, but it did not stop. The tune was all too familiar and with a groan, you rolled over to where your bedside table was. Your phone fell silent and upon checking, you noticed the missed call from Sylus. The nerve of that man! To call you at 3:40 AM, when you had gone to bed merely an hour ago!
“That will have to wait until morning, sweetheart.”, you mumbled and yawned. “Right now, sleep is the priority.”
Just as you rolled over again, the phone began chiming again and that was the last drop. Briefly, you saw it was Sylus again before answering the call.
“Sylus, do you know how fucking late it is?! You have a nerve calling at ass in the morning, when I just got back from a mission! I will not come over now, whatever it is can wait until morning when the sun is high in the sky, because that’s when I will be awake. Or find someone else to go to the auctions with!”
The line was silent for a second and you sighed inwardly. Just as you were about to end the call, an unexpected voice meekly answered.
“Um, I’m sorry for the disturbance, Miss Hunter.”, Kieran said and you almost dropped your phone.
“Kieran? Oh my God, I’m so sorry for shouting at you. What do you need? Why are you calling from Sylus’ phone? How do you even have his password?”, you asked and felt like crying. Before Kieran could explain anything, a loud commotion was heard from the other side of the call.
“Boss man, please calm down. Kieran, save yourself!”, you heard Luke distantly shout.
“What on Earth is going on?”
“Boss man was at an auction, ack, and we’re trying to - I thought you’re holding him back - get him to - boss man, please calm down - calm down. Hold him back!”
“I’m trying to!”, Luke wailed in the distance.
“Is he hurting you?”, you asked, wide awake and already on your feet. The question tasted wrong in your mouth. Sylus would never harm the teenagers, not even if he was mad with fury.
“I almost wish he was.”, Kieran grumbled. “It would be better than this. Ahh, the boss man has found me!”
“Kieran!”
“Hello, kitten.”, Sylus slurred through the phone and you froze.
“Are you…drunk?”, you tonelessly asked. You had never witnessed him drink more than one or two glasses. Sylus didn’t seem like the type of person to get inebriated.
“Only a little bit.”
“‘Only a little bit’ in a different reality, perhaps.”, you sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.
“Do something, Miss Hunter.”, Luke shouted from somewhere in the back. You felt your irritation spike. Now was not the time for tomfoolery. You were exhausted and just wanted to go to bed.
“Sylus, are the twins still near?”
“Yes, kitten.”
“Where exactly?”
“On the floor and against the wall.”
You exhaled through your nose. You had to play your cards well.
“Sylus, dear, could you do me a favour?”, you asked sweetly. You cringed mentally at the knowledge that the twins were still present.
“Anything, sweetie. What do you need?”, Sylus eagerly asked and a pair of embarrassed groans were heard.
“Please free the twins from your evol. It is late and they should be in bed. And you, dearest, please get ready for bed as well.”
“...No.”
“What do you mean ‘No’?”, you sputtered. You were beginning to resign yourself to getting no sleep tonight.
“No to the latter.”, Sylus clarified. “I’ll come to you.”
“Absolutely not! Do you hear yourself? You cannot walk in a straight line!”
“I can.”, Sylus slurred.
“He can’t.”, Kieran laughed and you heard a smack followed by a grumbled “Ow” from Kieran.
“Sylus, be reasonable, okay? We can see each other tomorrow.”
“I’m coming now.”
“If you put your drunk ass on the motorcycle, you’ll get no kisses for a month.”
“Kitten!”, Sylus said, utterly scandalized. “You wouldn’t be so cruel.”
“Watch me.”, you grumbled. Somehow it was not going as well as expected.
“I’ll call the chauffeur.”, Sylus suddenly said.
“You. Are. Not. Leaving. Your. House. You’re wasted and an easy target for your enemies. Do you want me to worry, Sylus?”, you asked, sounding close to tears and not everything was faked. You would be terribly worried about him, and on top of that, you have always been an easy crier when you were frustrated and you blinked to keep the tears at bay. Any more of this and you'd break down crying and then there was no force in the world which could stop Sylus. Keep it together.
“I’ve had an exhausting mission.”, you started dangerously calm, “I went to almost two hours ago and had one hour of sleep when the twins called me. If you must, call a chauffeur to get me. You, Sylus, go to your room and prepare for bed. For sleep. When I arrive, I don’t want to see a soul walking around, am I clear?”
“Yes, Miss Hunter.”, Luke and Kieran simultaneously said.
“Fine.”, Sylus grumbled.
Done with the world, you fell back onto your bed. Who would have thought drunk Sylus was a chore to deal with? It’s probably because I’m sleep-deprived. I was a bit harsh. I’ll apologize tomorrow.
You packed only some essentials and spare underwear. The journey to the N109 zone was over quickly - probably because you napped in the back of the car. You thanked the chauffeur and bid him a goodnight.
The inside of Sylus’ home was quiet. Not one soul was in sight and you quickly made your way to Sylus’ bedroom. Carefully, you opened the door and spotted Sylus sitting on the bed. He had managed to rid himself of his shirt and shoes before seemingly falling asleep. You bit your trembling lower lip and inhaled shakily to get a grip before you would burst into tears of exhaustion and frustration. You'd just have to wake him, tell him to get rid of his trousers and use mouthwash for a semblance of dental and oral hygiene.
However, the universe seemed to hate you that night. Before you could reach out and shake him awake, his fingers closed around your wrist with the precision of sobriety.
“Don’t touch me.”, Sylus slurred, though he sounded a tinge more sober than before. You’ve got to be kidding me.
“What?”
“You…cannot touch me. Only my…wife can, so get…lost.”, Sylus mumbled almost incomprehensibly as sleep threatened to overtake the drunk man.
Wife? Wife?! For a second, you genuinely thought there was someone else out there, a secret you weren't supposed to know about. Sleep-addled brains were astonishingly susceptible to nonsense, for you knew there was hardly anyone more loyal than Sylus. The twins themselves had admitted that you were his first relationship and that it had seemed as if he had been waiting for someone.
This meant that there was only one candidate for this ‘wife’: you. Your face burst aflame at the implication and you hastily turned 180° to hide from him. He considered you his…wife? He wasn’t considering proposing already, was he? Your relationship was still relatively fresh and while you did date with the intention of settling down at some point, it was still far too early. Gods, would you have to reject Sylus’ proposal?
You fled into Sylus’ private bathroom and splashed cold water in your face. Calm down, don’t overthink this. He’s drunk. It’s a slip of the tongue of the drunk man who I am currently in a loving relationship with. Don’t overthink, don’t overthink.
Once you deemed yourself composed enough, you grabbed the mouthwash. Sylus opened a lazy eye. His wariness was the last straw. You burst into tears.
“Go fuck yourself.”, you sobbed. “I really don’t have the nerve to deal with this right now. Just let me go to bed.”
You threw the mouthwash at him, grabbed your bag and slammed the bedroom door shut. There were more than enough guest rooms, and tonight, you would have to use the one you had been unofficially assigned to in the beginning, before you and Sylus started dating. It was strange. The bed seemed too big for one person, but you didn’t think too much about it. Seconds after your head hit the pillow, you were out.
In the master bedroom, the alarm bells were ringing in Sylus’ head. He groaned as his head was swimming. You were crying. Why were you crying?
“Kitten. Sweetie.”, he mumbled and wobbly rose to his feet. He stumbled out of his bedroom through the corridor. His feet carried him to the guest room, but he didn’t enter. Clumsily, he slid down to the floor, his back resting against the door. Tucking his knees against his chest, Sylus let his head fall into the crook of his elbow and succumbed to the welcoming unconsciousness.
When he opened his eyes, he ran a hand over his face. His head was pounding and his body was stiff. With a quiet grunt, Sylus pulled himself to his feet. The fact that he had been in the same position meant his kitten was still asleep. Carefully, he opened the door and peeked inside.
You were sprawled out on the bed and seemingly still fast asleep. Sylus snuck into the room and knelt down next to the bed, simply admiring you. His crimson eyes were impossibly tender and he ached to kiss you, but he didn’t want to wake you and his mouth tasted filthy. His expression darkened when he spotted the remnants of dried tear tracks on your cheek catching the light. While his memory was fuzzy, he knew he was the culprit, the reason for your tears and Sylus loathed himself for it.
Sylus left the room and went to his own. His head was still pounding, but he ignored it and cleaned up. Once he was showered and his teeth were brushed, he went to the kitchen. The twins were already there.
“Morning, boss man.”, they simultaneously greeted him.
“Lower your voices, will you?”, Sylus groaned and downed a glass of water.
“Miss Hunter was quite aggravated yesterday…today.”, Kieran bluntly said and Sylus scowled at him.
“Very helpful, thank you.”, he sneered and grabbed the ingredients for waffles. “Where's the strawberry sauce?”
“We don't have any.”, Luke said and twirled his seat. “I think Miss Hunter finished it a few days ago.”
“Then go and buy a new bottle!”
“On it, boss man.”, Luke saluted and sprinted out of the kitchen.
Soon, the smell of fresh, warm waffles filled the kitchen and spread through the house. You blinked and your joints popped when you stretched. A glance on your phone showed you the time: 11 AM. You groaned and slumped over. It smelled so good, but you were still a little tired.
“Damn it.”, you cursed and got up. You brushed your teeth and combed your hair a bit to get rid of most of the bedhead. You stayed in your pjs when you left the room.
The sight you were met with melted your heart. The table in the dining room was decked with sweet-smelling waffles and every topping imaginable. A pot of coffee stood next to a pack of milk. One of the twins was attempting to fix the flowers in the vase standing at the centre of the table. The other was helping Sylus clean the kitchen.
“My, is today an important day? Or is this an apology for what my poor, exhausted soul had to go through a few hours ago?”, you snickered and the three men jumped.
“Miss Hunter.”, Kieran exclaimed and almost knocked over the flowers. “Please accept this as an apology for -”
“Any day with you is an important day.”, Sylus smoothly interrupted as he entered the dining room.
“Charmer.” you sighed and shook your head. Walking over to him, you cupped his face and planted a fat kiss on his lips. Stunned, Sylus dropped the clean bowl in his hands.
Embarrassed, the twins turned away. You really had their boss wrapped around your finger and as much as they liked the Hunter, they didn't want to see their boss this love-struck. They were still teenagers, after all.
Sylus chased your lips when you pulled back and caught your bottom lip with his teeth. He smirked triumphantly, and you blushed when he pulled you back into another kiss. Fearing he might get carried away, you tapped his cheek and Sylus huffed in annoyance, but complied. The small pout was adorable.
“Time for breakfast!”, you cheered and clapped your hands in delight. “Why is there only one plate, though? You cannot expect me to eat all of this?”
“These waffles are for you, of course.”, Sylus said, his arms crossed in front of his chest. He arched his brow at the glint in your eyes.
“Well, since they’re mine, I can do as I please, right? And since this is an apology, I can do as I please as well.” You patted the seat next to you. “You three, join me, please? There are more than enough for all of us.”
The twins cheered and before Sylus could say a word, they stormed into the kitchen, grabbed a plate and plopped on their seats. Despite their crow masks, they seemed more like happy dogs. You chuckled at the thought. At your expectant look, Sylus also took a plate from the cupboard, put the bowl back and sat down next to you.
The N109 Zone was dangerous and shrouded in darkness no matter the hour. People fended for themselves, for human bonds could be exploited. Sylus’ house was not a welcoming abode with its dark walls. Red was the only colour to be found beside black and perhaps grey. It was cold and empty despite the treasures along the walls.
Yet this morning, none of that cold and emptiness was to be found. The dining room was warm and happy and Sylus dazedly stared at you as you happily munched on your waffles. He still had to redeem himself, but it was a beginning.
However, duty called and the twins grabbed a few more waffles on their way out, ignoring Sylus’ glare in favour of your amusement. With you present, they knew nothing would happen to them. Sylus was aware as well and mentally grumbled at the growing cheekiness of the twins. They were being spoiled.
“Bye, boss man. See ya, boss lady.”, they shouted and slammed the door shut behind them.
“Oh my, another new nickname.”, you chuckled, a rosy hue on your cheeks. “That must be my…sixth, I believe.”
“Six?”
“Mhm. Kitten, Sweetie, My lady, Miss Hunter, boss lady and…wife.”, you coughed and Sylus almost choked on his spit.
“And where have you heard that last one?”, he asked, sounding relatively composed compared to the internal chaos. Your blush darkened.
“You called me that yesterday. You were asleep when I arrived and upon waking you, you didn’t recognise me. ‘You cannot touch me. Only my wife can, so get lost.’ Your words.”
Sylus ran a hand over his face and vowed never to get that drunk again. Meanwhile, you grew nervous and began rambling.
“It is reassuring that even in such an inebriated state, you would be faithful. Not that I doubted your loyalty - I would never, please, what a thought! - but I also have to admit you caught me off-guard. I mean, our relationship is still fresh, really fresh, and I do love you but I don't know whether I could marry already as it is a massive step in life -”
“Kitten.”, Sylus interrupted before your voice was the equivalent of a steaming teapot. “Breathe.”
“I am.”
“You weren't. Not properly.” Sylus sighed and sighed. You weren't sure whether you were imagining it, but it seemed as if there was a faint red colouring Sylus' cheeks. Suddenly, he grabbed your chin and forced you to meet his eyes.
“I do plan on marrying you, kitten. Be it tomorrow, next month or in 5 years. I don't care. However, you will be my wife one day - if it is your will.”
Your brain short-circuited. This man would give you a grey head in a few years. Gently, you took his hand off your chin and laced your fingers together.
“Well, I'm afraid that nickname will have to wait a bit.”, you softly said and Sylus smirked.
“That isn't a no, kitten. Why deprive me of calling you ’wife’ already?”
“Because we aren't married.”
“Unnecessary paperwork.” Sylus waved the argument away and leaned closer, your lips almost touching. Both exhaled in relief when the distance was bridged at last.
Wife, wife, wife…Please allow me to be your mate once more.
