Just imagined Pregnant! reader being approached by the twins with adoption papers one quiet afternoon while waiting for Sylus to get home from whatever mission he was on.
Like they’re just lounging there, reading to their belly bump and the usually two mischievous guys that always have something up their sleeves are now nervously approaching them and stuttering about talking about something “super important” to them. Reader stops reading and slowly takes the papers and one of them tries to remember the speech they were going to give while the other shuffles around the room like a nervous wreck and by the time they actually get to the point, the other twin pops up with this big as poster board and balloons that says “Will you adopt us?” In bold colorful letters.
And when you finally put two and two together, you’re just a bawling mess because of course you would want nothing more but to adopt them but they think you’re saying no but you correct them and everyone’s crying and Sylus just comes into the house confused because he has no idea what’s going on but when told, he just sighs and smirks lol
I can't stop imagining the LADS boys with kids. Mainly because of the "Plushies I gave her; plushies she gave me" trend. I CAN'T, I CANNOT, I DO NOT HAVE THE ABILITY TO CAN XD
Enjoy!
-Seven
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Rafayel ❖· ────── · ·
Rafayel is as much of a child as he is a man
I think that Rafayel would have a son.
Right now, the two of you aren’t planning for another child, but Rafayel wouldn’t say no XD
Rafayel would be super fun and silly with your son
He would be overly dramatic when your son presents a new drawing of craft to him
“Here, papa,” Your son presents a painting of the ocean to Rafayel, “I tried the oil paints this time.”
With a hand at his chest, Rafayel does a big gasp, “What a masterpiece!”
Your son giggles
“I should present this at my next art exhibit!”
Please, as much as he exaggerates his reactions, he would have those painting and trinkets buried with him - that’s how much he loves your son
I imagine that one day as you’re cooking, they’re in the living room and Rafayel has your son’s hand enveloped in his own, guiding him as he paints.
It reminds you of that time in his studio in Greensprings after you promised to see the lanterns together
“What should we add next, kiddo?”
“Hmmm.” Your son taps the paintbrush on his chin, “What about some birds?”
“Heh, like the ones that stole your chips the other day?”
“It wasn’t the birds! It was you, papa!” he jabs the paintbrush at Rafayel’s chest
Rafayel lifts his hands up in surrender, “What do you mean? I’m innocent.” He chuckles as your son pouts at him
More often than not, the two of them are covered in paint, or whatever art supply they used. It ends up to be a whole load of washing for you >:(
Your son definitely loves the ocean just as much as his father.
When you were pregnant with him, he would kick in your belly whenever you were swimming or submerged in water.
As a toddler, he would kick his legs and squeal every time the waves washed over him
Rafayel would have his hands under your son’s arms, stabilising him so that the waves wouldn’t push him over
Now at six years old, he’s diving under, collecting shells and chasing fish,“Momma, look at this shell.” He lifts his small palm carrying a pink shell, his pearly whites beaming up at you as he smiled, “You can have it, momma, orrrrr, maybe I can make it into a paint with papa later.”
It’s late afternoon and your son is knocked out on the couch from spending the entire morning at the beach.
You and Rafayel get started on dinner
Rafayel comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Thank you.” He presses a kiss to your shoulder.
“Huh?” You pinch your brows and chuckle a little as he nuzzles your neck, “What for?”
He takes a deep breath, “I don’t know, just… For our son, for being my wife, I’m just happy, I guess.”
You chuckle lightly, “I’m happy too.” You turn around and pinch his cheek, “A little jealous that he takes after you so much, but happy.” you offer a bright smile.
Before Rafayel can lean in, his arms are jerked away from your waist
Your son is pulling at Rafayel’s arms, “No, papa! Momma is mine!” He’s leaning all the way back, using his entire weight as leverage to pry Rafayel’s body from yours, “Go away, papa!”
Rafayel scoffs, “Yours?” He raises an eyebrow, “Tsk.” He clicks his tongue and hauls your son over his shoulder, Your momma was mine first, you jellyfish!”
Rafayel's fingers jab at your son's sides, and the sound of your son’s laughter fills the kitchen “Hahaha, pa—haha-papa! Stop!” He’s got tears in his eyes but the biggest smile on his face.
“Nope!” Rafayel pops the ‘p’ and continues to tickle him, “I gotta show you who’s the big fish in this tank, pipsqueak.”
You shake your head and put an hand at your hip, the other one pointing the spatula at them, “Alright, enough, or both of you aren’t getting dinner.”
Sylus ❖· ────── · ·
Sylus has a daughter, a son, and another on the way!
He’d spoil them ROTTENNNNNN. I mean, he buys you dresses, gives you his black card to spend as much as you want, what more would he do for your children? Or rather, what wouldn’t he do for them?
He would definitely be the type to let your children learn how to do things on their own, even if they are clearly struggling. He lives by the ‘they’ll never learn if they don’t do it themselves.’ idea - he literally says "I prefer the cold and things that make me strong."
Although, he would yield after a little while when they’re clearly upset and wailing, but more often than not, with some gentle encouragement, he’d get them to figure out how to do it themselves - climbing thing, opening boxed, pulling out chairs, etc.
It gets a little troublesome since they become explorative - he often has to use his Evol to reign them back in. Although, the children squeal in delight when they’re lifted into the air and land in their father’s arms.
Mephisto is surprisingly gentle with your little ones, keeping his claws and beak out of range because it could hurt them, but also because they wouldn’t hesitate to grab it XD
Luke and Kieran are often on babysitting duty so that you and Sylus can go out - Honestly, this is why you have another baby on the way. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Sylus would totally hum to your belly, always off-tune, but he definitely would.
ANYWAY
Today, you’re out on an errand and your baby boy is absolutely crying to bits so Sylus and your daughter are trying their best to calm him down
Sylus has your daughter on his shoulders as he changes your son’s diaper. Your daughter has her hands in his hair as she makes silly faces down at her brother to try and distract him from crying.
By the time you come home, it’s quite late and you find that they are all sprawled out in the middle of the living room floor, toys scattered about and a kids show playing in the background.
Your son is splayed out on Sylus chest while your daughter is on her stomach, across Sylus’ stomach XD
You chuckle a lightly at their positioning
The lack of sleep must have finally caught up to Sylus, huh? You think
As you come closer you realise that your son is awake - he’s cooing with a fist in his mouth, drooling all over Sylus’ shoulder.
With a little difficulty, you kneel down onto the floor to slip your son out from Sylus’ arms. Slow and steady… The last few times you’ve tried, Sylus’ eyes would snap open, on high alert -because who would dare try to take his precious angels.
Anyways, you decided that Sylus probably needs the sleep, especially since you’re pregnant again, he’s been so on edge
You cradle your son in one arm, and with the other, you run your hand through Sylus’ hair - which he subconsciously leans into.
Then, you lean down to place a light kiss on your daughter’s cheek, although leaning down has become a challenge in itself with your growing belly.
With the support of a nearby armchair, you stand yourself up.
You make your way over to the cushioned rocking chair in the corner of the room, cradling your son to your chest to feed him.
Just as he finishes, your daughter’s slowly sits up from where she was laying. She rubs at her eyes and blinks sleepily - a vibrant red, like her father’s, peeking through.
She looks around the room and gasps in delight when her eyes land on you, “Mama!”
She takes a few steps to you and then stops midway to look back at her father. She hurriedly grabs the throw blanket from the armchair and throws it across her father, uncaring of whether it covered him properly or not.
“Hi, mama.” She greets you as she climbs to sit in your lap
“Hi, sweetie.” You gently caress her face, “How was your day?”
“Mmm…” She quirks her lips, “Well, little bubba was crying a lot, like, a lot, a lot.”
You chuckle as she spreads her arms all the way apart.
“But I missed you." She nuzzles into your shoulder, "Daddy did too, he kept looking at the clock.”
Hehe, ever the observant girl your daughter was.
“Aww, I missed you, and daddy, and bubba as well.” You press little pecks to her face and nuzzle your nose with hers to which she giggles. Like tinkling bells in the wind.
Zayne ❖· ────── · ·
I feel like Zayne would have a son and a daughter. Your son would be quite a few years older than her though
Some days, Zayne would take them to work, subtly showing them off to his colleagues
Greyson never misses the opportunity to pinch their cheeks and ruffle their hair, “They both look like a mini Dr. Zayne."
Zayne may have all those awards and trophies lining his office walls, but his pride and joy will always be his children
He may not outwardly express it, but he absolutely cherishes them - reading them bedtime stories, tucking them in with the lightest kiss upon their foreheads
I imagine your son would be very studious, having read most of the books occupying the shelves of Zayne’s office. He would be quite curious, exploring the hospital and asking the doctors all sorts of questions that they themselves do not even have the answers to.
He would be your little gentleman, learning from his father, pulling out chairs and opening doors.
Your daughter would probably be a little shy, always having a fist clenched on her daddy’s clothes or holding onto his hands, or rather his fingers.
Her big brother wouldn’t hesitate to get her whatever she wanted or take her wherever she wishes - your family’s little princess
As much of a workaholic Zayne is, and as much as he wants to provide for you and your little family, he would have no problems lessening his hours to spend time with you and the children
It doesn’t matter how tired he is from a long day of endless surgeries, he would just as eagerly play with them in the living room
“Here, Dad, have a turn.”
“What is it?” Zayne removes his coat and drapes it over the couch’s armrest.
“Uncle Greyson bought it for us.” Your son leads Zayne over to the living room table.
“Uncle Greyson, huh?”
Your son brushes over the comment and continues to explain the little toy, “You have to take these plastic organs and bacteria out without touching the edges or else it beeps and his nose flashes a red light.”
Ever the steady-handed surgeon, Zayne takes them all out without a problem.
“Daddy,” your daughter clutches at the fabric of Zayne’s dress shirt. “I want to try.”
Zayne beckons her over to stand in front of him where he can support her little hands holding the plastic forceps
On the off chance that you are not with them, Zayne would get them sweet treats on the way home
“It’ll be our little secret.” Zayne whispers, with a finger pressed to his lips
your son and daughter giggle in their seats and happily gobble up spoonfuls of the dessert
It isn’t long before they all start having toothaches and receive a scolding from you
On family vacations, you all end up in a cabin up in the mountains of Snowcrest (at the request of your sweet little angels)
Zayne is more than happy to teach them how to snowboard,
Much to your surprise, as your daughter grew older, you found that she was quite proficient in snowboarding
But there used to be times where Zayne made them little tiaras and crowns of ice and built little ice castle with them using his Evol
Xavier ❖· ────── · ·
Sleeps as much as your newborn son, if not more, and your eldest son has inherited his father’s incredible appetite.
When you’re not at home, Xavier nearly burns the house down trying to make food for them, so once your son was old enough, he opted to learn how to cook - having his father as an assistant because, you know… they need supervision or something XD
Xavier would definitely read them bed time stories
His voice is so soft and mellow, they would fall asleep so quickly
Not much of a surprise considering that Xavier falls asleep at the drop of a hat
But on days when they have nightmares, Xavier would use his Evol to create little bunnies and flowers that float around in their bedroom
and when sleep finally overtook them, he would tuck their blankets around them and whisper,
“Sweet dreams, my little starlight.”
Most days, in your lounge, your younger son would be crawling all over Xavier as he laid on the floor.
“Arghh, the monster’s got me.” he would jokingly say.
Your older son would then come in with a cardboard sword, gently tapping his little brother on the back to slay the monster
Xavier cradles the young one in his arms, “And the hero has saved the day once again!” He lifts the infant up into the air and receives a toothless smile.
“Just like you and mommy!” Your son beams down at Xavier, sword and shield still poised, “You keep us safe from all the wanderers, right? I wanna be just like you and mommy.”
Xavier just smiles - the kind that crinkles the corners of his eyes, “Well, we better start training, huh?” Xavier ruffles your son’s hair.
Although he may not be as well-off as Sylus, he definitely would do his best to spoil them, bringing them to amusement parks, buying them little star lamps for their bedrooms, taking them to the arcade and playing kitty cards with them.
One time, you all went on a holiday to this guest house in the forest. When you asked him how he knew about this place he replied with:
“I befriended the uncle that runs this guesthouse while I went fishing that one time.”
Xavier would take them hiking, showing your sons the most scenic views in the forest
when night time came, all four of you were laying down on a blanket, gazing at the stars
Today, he’s taken you to a cherry blossom park. He’s got your eldest son on his shoulders, and your little one in a baby carrier at his front.
Your eldest son is reaching up trying to grasp at the pink petals some of which fall onto your youngest’s head.
Xavier quickly lets go of your hand, which he was holding, to brush them out of your baby’s face. (he’s using the other one to stabilise your son’s leg over his shoulder)
Just as quickly, he grasps your hand once more.
You squeeze his hand lightly, “Let me take the carrier from you, Xavier.”
“No, it’s okay.” He quickly refuses, “I want to carry them both. It won’t be long before they’ll be too big to do so.”
AHHHHAAA, I'm finally finished with exams, so I'll be able to write more often. Yahooooo ~(˘▾˘~)
But brooooo, the Lads with KIDSSSSS I CAN DIE HAPPY
Pirate! Xavier x gn!pirate!Reader [not proofread]
this is based off my au I created here
Plot: You had joined a pirate crew that was owned by the Association, now this was your first time going on a mission at sea.
@3ardnpc thought you would enjoy~
also may be slightly ooc but its finee-
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The waves were fast as they slammed into the sides of the wooden ship causing the ship to move back and forth as you grip onto the sides, your stomach churning as you are trying to get use to the rhythm of the waves and boat.
As you were trying your best to not let your breakfast come out, the rest of the crew moved behind you, carrying out the supplies to the back of the ship to store, refilling their ammo or sharpening their swords - most had already gotten use to the movement and feeling of sea sickness.
Some newer crew members - such as yourself - held onto the sides to try and get use to the sudden shift off solid stable ground before they headed to do their work.
You had to take a deep breath and slowly loosened your grip from the wooden frame and headed towards the deck, grabbing yourself one of the crates that hadn't been moved yet.
As you attempt to lift the object off of the ground, it barely moved as you pulled it up. What the hell?? You stare at the box to move and push the lid to the side to see what was settled inside that would make this so heavy.
Black balls filled it the wooden crate to the brim before it hit you on why no one touched it yet. Cannon balls. The heavy ammo had to be carried down the stairs at the back of the ship and with the harsh waves moving the ship so much any slip up of dropping it could break- no SHATTER your foot. No wonder why no one had decided to pick it up yet.
Now, committed to this, you grabbed one side of the crate, you attempted to tug it along the ground of the ship, with seeing even the slight movement of the crate, it gave you some confidence to start tugging it slowly along towards the other end of the ship.
As other crew members walked by, some looked with pity at that being your job while others didn't seem to spare you a glance. Yet you couldn't focus on that, you needed to move this box out as fast as you can.
"Do you need some help." Hearing a voice you glance up to see a set of blue eyes watching you. A bandana pushes parts of his hair back - yet keeping his bangs in his face as part of his silvery blonde hair was braided onto the side. He was tall with fair skin that looked like it would burn rather than tan in this sunny weather.
You've seen his face before. Yet you didnt know his name yet. Before you had gotten onto the ship.
You carried the barrel containing apples towards the wooden board that was the only way to get onto the deck of the ship. Planting it down to catch your breath for a moment, your eyes zoned out onto the surrounding area of the town.
Your eyes landed onto a figure settled underneath a tree. His silvery blonde hair gently swaying in the wind. His eyes were shut as he seemingly was resting. His attire clearly reflected that he was a pirate with his white shirt and layered blue attire that would reflect the Associations clothing - yet aspects of his was clearly modified to suit his style.
You could only wonder why he was sitting there and not helping with the supplies before one of your older co-workers called you out to continue carrying your barrel of food.
As you were about to deny his offer, the sudden jolt of the boat caused you to stumble a bit. Clearly you were unable to take this case down the stairs alone. So you slowly nodded. "Yes please.."
The blonde male nods as he lifts the one side of the crate with ease, allowing you to lift the other side - yet he carried most of the weight of the crate. The two of you walked sideways towards the door with the crate in the middle separating you.
The two of you were mostly silent as you carried the crate, you could only glance at him. To admire his softer pretty-looking face. How his bangs framed his face and how soft his lips looked.
He seemed to notice your stares and glances back at you. "Yes?"
"What's your name?" You couldnt help but blurt out suddenly. He didnt seem to expect that sudden question but he smiled gently towards you.
"Xavier." You nod your head a bit, repeating the name softly to yourself so you could remember it. "What is your name?" Xavier would ask you finally.
"Oh. Its...." You would tell him your name and he nods his head, repeating your name as well to ensure he got it right. You could feel your heart slightly flutter at hearing his sweet voice saying your own name.
As you reached the stairs, he went first so he was walking backwards as you walked down the stairs. You directed him the best that you were able to before the two of you finally reached the bottom of the stairs and placed down the box of ammo nearby the cannon allowing you to finally rest.
You glance at the cannon before glancing towards Xavier again who turned his head towards a different direction.
"So Xavier..." He glances back towards you.. You could feel your voice want to disappear for a moment. You wanted to ask him why he was resting outside under the tree earlier. But before any words could come out of your lips again, the ship jolted suddenly, causing you to stumble.
Before you knew it, you were planted into Xavier's chest for a moment as he grabbed you from falling over from the sudden movement. He glances down towards you.
"Are you okay?" You just nodded your head before calls were made from above.
"An Aether afflicted creature is attacking! All hands on deck!" Your captain calls out to everyone. You could feel Xavier's arms move off of you as he steps back.
"Stay down here, its dangerous." As you wanted to argue, the ship was hit by again causing you to stumble and grip onto Xavier's arm for a moment to catch yourself.
He checks you were alright and standing before he had to head back to the deck, leaving you.
You felt the boat shake again and moved to grab onto the cannon that was in the room, half of it was poking outside the ship. You covered your mouth for a moment trying to get use to the feeling of the jolting movements.
You glance at your hands, seeing the slight shake in them as you took a deep breath. You were out here and joined a pirate crew so you could find the Aether Core. Yet here you were hiding out in the ship feeling sick.
How would a pirate like you find the mystical mysterious Core if you were just hiding out here. You took a deep breath once again. You had to get over this sea sickness. No way in hell would you be able to be a pirate to find the aether core if you didn't get over this.
You pulled yourself up towards the staircase again, getting up the stairs you would only be faced what would be considered a beast.
The large tentacle creature was slamming down each tentacle onto the ship causing the ship to shift and jolt. You grabbed onto the side of the wall as you watched your crewmates use their pistols or muskets to shoot towards the beast as small bullet wounds opened up, yet the tentacle beast would slam down a tentacle causing some to stumble and move away causing struggling to regrip their guns to aim.
Your hand moves towards the pistol on your hip, tugging it out of the casing to try and aim towards the beast yet your hands were shaking as you attempted to aim. As you move to shoot the beast, you saw a swift movement.
Xavier was swinging on a rope as a cutlass was in his hand, he sliced the beast causing a painful noise to escape the beast as it moved back slightly. Xavier would grab onto the climbing rope on the side that would lead up to the crow's nest on the top as he waited for another moment to move.
The beast moved closer again giving Xavier a chance to move and swipe at the beast again, yet this time it dodged against Xavier swinging its tentacle towards Xavier where he just would swipe at the tentacle but it just caused the rope to swing more viciously - causing no damage to the beast before Xavier barely managed to grab at the climbing rope.
You glance towards the beast as its tentacles moved more erratically as it was hit by Xavier. The tentacles moved fast up and down causing the ship to gain larger dents into the floor and rocking the ship more and more.
The more the beast moves, the faster the ship will sink. You glance towards the beast. You had to aim for the face, seeing your teammates shooting at the tentacles, it didn't harm the creature that much.
You glance towards Xavier. You put your gun into the holt before you ran in to the deck. As the tentacles moved fast up and down, you slipped beneath a few before you managed to grab the climbing rope. You started to climb up towards Xavier as he swung again around to try and swipe at the beast. You noticed him on his way back and used one of your hands to wave towards Xavier.
"Xavier!" You shouted to watch his head turn towards you. "Pick me up!"
You couldnt see his face fully - and how he hesitated to pick you up. Yet he grabbed onto the climbing rope again, putting his sword away before holding his hand down towards you, pulling you up.
"Xavier. I have a plan. If you harm the tentacles, it doesn't seem to affect the beast. So we need to aim for its face."
"Yes, but it keeps moving back when I swing towards it." You nod and move your one hand - while the other still held onto the rope. You showed him your gun. "I got it fully stocked, 8 rounds. If you are unable to hit it, I'll shoot it."
Xavier glances at your gun."All you gotta do is let me hold onto you while you swing."
Xavier glances back up at you into your eyes and he nods a bit. "Alright."
It was a bit awkward to move, but your legs wrapped around Xaiver's waist as your chest pressed against his. Your one arm wrapped around his neck while your other gripped onto your gun - somehow you needed to aim and shoot with one hand.
"Lets go." Xavier's on hand gripped onto the rope before he dropped. The sudden movement caused a squeal to escape your lips as your face tucked into his neck slightly and your legs and arm gripping tighter as your body pressed against his as you were hoping to not fall.
After a moment you had to move your head- so you couldnt disappoint Xavier by not doing your plan. You look towards the beast as your hand grabs onto the pistol in your hand. You tried to aim and shoot yet the first round misses. You silently swear before trying again as the rope swings back, the second round finally hitting into the cheek of the beast. Xavier grabs back onto the climbing rope. "Good job." He whispered to you softly before he swung off again.
This time you managed to not stuff your head into Xavier's neck as he swung. Xavier's hand that previously rested on your waist moved to reach for his cutlass again and swung towards the beast, slicing its other cheek as you aimed and shot the beast's eye.
The shrieking escaped the beast as it moved back more and more. Tentacles leaving off of the boat as Xavier continued to swing towards the beast with you making shots towards it. As you sat with a final bullet. You managed to aim and shoot it's forehead, causing the beast to fall back crashing into the sea as the wave of water from it's body collapsing caused the boat to get covered in a layer of water, you and Xavier not being able to escape it either as you were soaked while hanging on the rope.
You took a deep breath and sighed as you were glad that chaos was over. You glance back to Xavier, only noticing how you were so close to him as you could feel his breaths on your face. He would slowly swing his body back and forth to make the rope move, pressing against your body so you could feel his warm as he reached and grabbed onto the climbing rope again.
You would climb off of his body, the wave of cold wind hitting your wet body you couldnt help but shiver a bit. You glance towards him, you could only notice now that his jacket and sleeveless sweater had been discarded before he had gotten up onto the rope so his white shirt was mostly clear, and you could see underneath it. So you just turned your head upward to pretend you didnt notice his body.
"Good work." Xavier told you and smiles a bit, his bangs sticking to his face as he moved to tug off the wet bandana from his hair. "I wouldnt have been able to without you..." He softly spoke before he headed down, with you following after.
"Thanks for saving our butts Xavier"
"That was so cool of you guys."
The crew members praised the two of you as you came down from the rope. Some crew members had ran inside to grab Xavier's coat to hand off to him.
Xavier glances at his dry coat and places it over your shoulders. It was slightly [bigger/smaller] than your frame, even if the jacket lacked the sleeves like his sweater, it still made you feel warmer than before, though even if your face wasn't covered it did turn a bit warm from his actions.
"Good job crew." Your captain Jenna congratulated each of you. "With that over, we need to start the clean up. After you all dry off and change."
Her eyes glance over towards the pair that did the most work. "Especially you two. Good work."
You nod and smile a bit, you could feel your shoulders relax a bit though with the suddden wave hitting the ship you grabbed onto Xavier to balance yourself.
The two of you glance at each other before you sulk silently.
You will never get over this sea sickness will you?
I have done this by basing it around the photos of my mc and some friend's mc's with the boys and I'm thinking of opening up commissions for them. I can also make them more customized and such.
I still have to think.
I can also print them to customize journals, etc... but i am EU based, so shipping could be a problem to the US.
I still haven't set prices and such, so we'll see. I just really want to gouge interest and see if it's something worth doing.
TW: mentions of pregnancy (MC is the “them” mentioned), Angst
“Absolutely not.”
The tone of your voice was stern and absolute with no room for debate. The very fact that this was even brought to as a request irks your nerves and makes you second guess even having the wedding at all. You are already stressed with balancing work, accommodation for the guest list and recently, unknown to Sylus, finding out some unexpected news that could change the trajectory of both your lives. The last thing you need is to worry about that person.
“May I know the reason why?” Sylus says while sitting on the chair across from you. “You know why, Sy.” Your response short. He breathes in deeply and closes his eyes before continuing, making sure his tone is not too harsh due to previous failed attempts at asking for said information. “A more detailed reason would be preferred, love.” You finally look up at him from your computer and stare at him. Half of you wants to scream at him, tell him how uncomfortable his relationship to that person makes you feel and to make him choose between you or them but the other half wishes to keep the peace. Why?
Because you know how much that person means to him.
She has worked along side him for about five years now, their lives practically intertwined. If you would have seen them prior to knowing Sylus, you would have thought they were a couple. The way they interact with each other before you enter the room, as if you were interrupting something sacred. Or their small but intimate talks and how he looks at her as if she’s the only person in his world. It doesn’t just bother you, it enrages you. It makes you feel things you have never felt such as jealousy, envy and the worst of them all, uncertainty. Could you tell your fiancé these things? Probably. But do you think he would actually understand? Truthfully? No. Why?
Because he’s blinded by something, something that you can’t see nor stop. And at this point, it’s useless.
Telling him would only cause an argument. You’ve tried before, though you weren’t in the emotional state to do so, and it ended up you both not speaking for two days and you later finding out that he went to a bar with her to cool down. So not only did he not speak to you for two days while in the same house, he went to the very person who’s causing you stress. You almost cancelled the engagement right then and there but was talked down. It was starting to become too much for you and you didn’t want to cause any unnecessary harm to them.
Them being your babies. Yes, you’re three months pregnant and with twins and surprisingly not showing.
So even mentioning this was too much. You take a deep breath before turning to face your Labtop again. “If my answer isn’t enough, I don’t know what else to say.” You respond curtly, it taking all the strength and remaining sanity to keep yourself from snapping. “She will be a guest. That is all I will accept.” He looks at you for a moment, brows creased and jaw tightening just a tad.
“You do understand it is my wedding too, correct?”
“That I do.” You say, annoyed
“Then how is it that I can not have someone who i consider family by my side as my best women for our big day?”
“Is she really just family, though?”
He looks at you with a tilted head “of course, what else would she be?”
“Oh, I’d say she’s Practically your first wife with how you treat her.” You reply without hesitation, your tone condescending.
“What?”
“Is she wedding dress shopping too or did you do that already with her and the dress you supposedly gifted me was from the discarded ones she didn’t choose?” You say, your anger rising.
“….Y/N, stop.”
“Or Maybe I should just be the wedding planner and allow you two secret lovebirds to become publicly official. How does that sound, Mr Qin?” You continue while now laughing and tearing up, years of unresolved feelings pouring out. “Maybe then I can finally stop competing for your love, your time, fuck for YOU!”
“Y/N!”
You shout,“WHY MARRY ME? Why when you can be with her. WH-“
“I DONT KNOW!” He shouts back.
“W-what? Y-you don’t what??”
You stop, eyes widening in shock at not just how angry he is but him yelling at you. He has never even raised his voice let alone yelled at you. And then to say he doesn’t know? So when he realizes, he stops as well, his gaze is a mixture of hurt and utter disbelief.
“You don’t know why you’re marrying me?” You ask, voice laced with hurt and disbelief
Silence. He knows it’s not what he meant but also knew that it wasn’t a lie. Your feelings about their relationship weren’t misplaced. Anyone with eyes would see what she sees and react the same way. Did he love you? Yes. Did he also love her? Also yes, but in a different way. How could he tell you that she was his wife in a past life? How could he expect you to understand how complicated their relationship was and that even though he could completely understand why you would wanting to cut her off that he simply can’t? Before he could respond, you throw your ring and the ultrasound pictures in his face.
“I’m pregnant Sylus. And if you’re going to choose her, just like you always do, then we are leaving.” You stand up as you watch his face go through several emotions from shock to disbelief to happiness and horror. “And I’ll be damned if me and my babies are second choices.” As you walk out of the room, face tear stained and scorned, Sylus sits slumped in his chair, speechless for a moment before quickly getting up. His hand finding yours, stopping you mid packing. He tries to explain but you yank your hand away, and calmly turn to him. Eyes red and your face now void of emotion you say to him, “You have a choice to make, Sylus Qin” his stares down at you, eyes widening. “And this will be your one and only chance to make it. I’m done sacrificing my peace for a man who won’t.”
LADS IMAGINE: How I Feel the LADS Men Would Mourn/React to Your Death
TW: Death, Childloss, Blood, Mentions of torture, Kidnapping
Zayne: You were found in an alley right next to your favorite pastry shop, a gun shot wound to the chest.
He was held up at a work function four hours away when he received the call. You were rushed to a hospital after a call from a concerned bystander heard a gun shot ring out and rushed to see what it was.
You weren’t supposed to be out that day due to running a slight fever from overworking yourself but due to various reasons, you thought it would be faster to get the items you wanted yourself instead of ordering online. Once the ambulance got there, they took you to a hospital that wasn’t the one he works at but it was the closest to where you were and you ended up dying on the table.
It took them 10 minutes to actually attempt to treat you and by then, it was too late. The justice system had failed at catching the murderers and when the funeral happened, a letter mocking you death came with a box of dead flowers.
Filled with rage, Zayne begins to slowly but swiftly find the men who killed you and one by one, take them out in the most brutal of ways. By the time the authorities caught up to him, Zayne was elderly and living alone in the mountains, a frozen tomb carved with his very hands only a few meters away holding your body as its final resting place.
Sylus: Killed by a drunken driver while on your way home to tell him you were pregnant, basically resulting in yours and the babies lives being lost.
Sylus was in the middle of a high stakes negotiation when Mephisto reported it to him that you were in an hit and run. The way this man almost died himself trying to get to the scene was devastating.
The horrible part is that he was there before the paramedics and when he got off his bike and saw you being held together by the streetlight pole he absolutely lost it. Your last words were “we’re pregnant” before dying on the scene. While paramedics and police tried to get to you, others were trying to drag Sylus away. The ultrasound pictures were clenched in his hands as his yells of your name could be heard from miles away. The killer was never found.
It’s said that in later years, he built a garden the size of the taj mahal with a playground attached in yours and the unborn child’s honor and that he sits there everyday for hours just talking to you both and later his body is discovered near your headstones. Later found he died of a broken heart.
Rafayel: He was making a rare appearance at an art exhibition out of town when he found out a crazy fan who worked at the coffee shop near your shared home ended up spiking your coffee resulting in you having a heart attack and dying on your kitchen floor.
Something told him to not go to the event and to send a representative as he has always done but was strong armed into going by his agent. When he found out the news, it had already been three hours after it happened and he found out via the news. Not by his agent, not via phone call or by hospital staff, the damn news channel.
Heartbroken is an understatement when it comes to the pain he felt. Rage, sorrow and utter devastation filled his body and mind. Devastated because you died alone and he wasn’t there to protect you, sorrow because he didn’t listen to his instincts and rage towards not just his agent for strong arming him to go and turning off and holding his phone hostage until after the event but toward the person who took you from him.
People say that his last piece which has now become a part of the greatest art pieces of all time is a portrait of and named after you. The painting is so beautifully tragic that it unsettles those who have laid their eyes upon it. Beautiful because of the color and the contrast between the look in your eyes and how it’s partially unfinished due to him crying so much that permanently damaged his eyes but tragic because your smile never reaches your eyes.
It stays that after he painted it, he disappeared without a trace and only that painting remains. But others have theories that he is the “midsummer killer” who has been killing people who resembles you and takes part of their faces due to him. going mad and leaving a paint stroke on their clothes in your favorite color. But that has yet to be proven.
Xavier: You pass away peacefully in your sleep right beside him and he has no idea until he tries to physically wake you up.
He noticed about a month ago how your energy has been lower than normal but chalked it up to stress and overworking. But when he tries to convince you to rest more, you insist that you’re fine and you promise to fully rest on your day off coming up. He backs off but the feeling of uneasiness won’t shake.
Fast forward to the night before where all you have been doing is lounging and sleeping all day with him. Majority of the day, you’re sleeping in bed and barely getting up unless to eat and use the restroom. He tells you that he’s worried and that you should go to the emergency room because being this tired is not normal but you convince him it’s the ladder. Your last words to him being “I’ll see you in my dreams”.
He never recovers and refuses to sleep. Doctors tell him his body is now dying faster due to the lack of sleep and lack of nutrients but he doesn’t care. As you said, you’ll see him in your dreams so why not speed up the process? He’s found dead inside of your mausoleum, tear streaks permanently staining his face.
Caleb: You were kidnapped and tortured by those who had a vendetta against him.
His job was always dangerous and risky. So he made sure that no one would know that you, his wife, existed. But unfortunately, they found out. You never knew what the nature of his job was but knew it was government affiliated so you respected your husbands privacy. But because of this, your life was taken and it was taken horribly.
They snatched you up while at a vegetable stall. You were buying items for the meal you were going to make to celebrate yours and Caleb’s first wedding anniversary. As you got done paying and started to leave, you were lured by a child and that’s how they got you. Your necklace that he gave you doubled as a gps tracker so when yanked, he receives an alert. Unfortunately, said alert wasn’t noticed until the last moment.
Your death completely unravels him to his core and when your corpse is found, it’s said that six men had to forcibly pry your battered corpse out of his hands. And at the funeral, it is said that he attempted to throw himself into the plot with you, causing an insane amount of damage. The kidnappers were not found by the police until later when their bodies were discovered washed up, brutally beaten and tortured at a lake nearby the city. If not for their names being carved in their chest, they would be unrecognizable.
It’s is unknown where Caleb is now but it is said that after his disappearance, but it is said he is still searching for the ringleader who caused all of this.
The sounds of bones cracking and breaking, guns firing, blood splattering and screams were something Sylus was used too and he’s seen and done just about every horrific thing that can be done to the human body. Nothing, and I mean nothing, scares him. Well, one thing does and it is not none of the things above. It’s something he helped create. Standing at 3ft 1inches with his hair and eyes and your face and complexion….
That’s right, he’s absolutely terrified of a child. Not just any child, his child.
Everyone says they have never seen such a beautiful baby who’s the perfect mix of the both you and him but he swears up and down that the beauty is all you. And those facial expressions and your signature eye roll? No need to inquire on a dna test. You might be wondering why he’s afraid of the baby in question. Well..
That attitude.
His through and through. Especially when it comes to rage baiting and carrying that sassy aura like thier father. Getting The last word? Wanting to get on daddy’s last nerve? This child? Is the all time champion of it and you love it.
He adorably calls your baby a terror. You call it karma with a sweet face.
But at the end of the day, the fear isn’t the attitude but about the world and how they will treat them. He wants his child to grow up in a happy and healthy space, free from any threat and to be able to grow up normal. Sylus doesn’t want you nor the baby to worry about safety. All he wants you both to worry about is what’s for dinner and he’ll make sure that happens because he wants to be able to life long enough to watch that attitude and personality grow and in order to do that, he’ll have to change as well. And change he will.
