hey guys, i've been inactive cuz i go through long periods of writer's block and it takes me a lot to actually get myself to do smth creative 😵💫😵💫 i'll try to get back and write smth soon <3
butttt i was thinking abt my fav trope of transmigration from all the manhwa i read and 👀 thinking abt being transmigrated into a novel you've read and wanting a good ending for the second ml/villain duke sylus so you decide to propose a contract marriage to save him from his bad end.
cliche? yes. do i eat it up every single goddamn time? also yes.
you think you may have cracked the code. you spent months trying to figure it out and you finally, finally understand the reason behind the petnames sylus calls you regularly.
kitten is for when he's amused by your antics, usually accompanied by a smile that lights up his eyes. like when you swear that you can get 3 plushies at the claw machine, he only laughs in that smooth, deep voice of his and says, "well, i look forward to seeing you add to your collection then, kitten."
now sweetie is for when he's feeling comfortable, relaxing at the onychinus base and it's just the two of you blanketed in the dark of night. "sweetie," he calls as he watches you emerge from the bathroom. "come here. let me dry your hair, lest you catch a cold. i'll be the one who'll have to look after you if you do, after all."
when he wants to tease you, and this tends to be in front of your fellow hunters, my partner is what he likes to use to refer to you, as he smiles like nothing's wrong and you panic on the inside, the double entendre not lost on you, hoping none of them catch on to the fact that he's the infamous sylus. "how i know them? of course it's because they're my partner. we often do... business together. i supply them with fresh fruits regularly."
your majesty is what he likes to use when he's being bossed around by you (voluntarily of course, because who would dare order him around other than you). "i see this time's mission was pretty draining," he intones as he hovers beside the bed where you lie exhausted after another gruelling mission. "would you perhaps like some food, since i'm sure you haven't eaten properly? or would you like a massage to relax those stiff muscles of yours? whatever you ask for, i'm at your service, your majesty."
your name is what slips his lips as he lies next to you in the throes of sleep, soft and breathy but still very much him. because even in the depths of sleep, you are the only one he thinks of. he breathes your name like a sigh and mumbles, "that jewel.. would suit them..." and even though you hear your name on a daily basis, you think you might like it best when it comes from sylus because it's him that's saying it.
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thinking about vampire hunter caleb... who just so happens to have been turned into a vampire himself on one of his hunts. he first started vampire hunting after he saw how devastated you were when you lost your parents to them and swore to exterminate the kind that made you suffer.
and so when he gets turned into the very monster he wanted to eliminate, he's disgusted at himself, but more so, scared of how you'd react. he thought of ending himself before he truly became that kind of creature, but he just can't bring himself to leave you behind. you'd already lost so much, he couldn't think about what would happen if he were to be gone too.
so he hides it, carefully, desperately, hoping he never has to reveal this fact to you, because he'd rather push a stake into his own heart than watch your face crumple and distort with disgust and horror at him.
but fate has other plans and he ends up in front of you injured and losing blood quick. your concern has you rushing to patch him up quick, and he can't control the way his instincts tell him to grab you and ravish you right then and there. when you lean closer, his nose is filled with the scent of you, and desperately he tells you to get away from him.
he covers his face, not wanting to show you his fangs or the way his eyes glow eerily, but it's too late.
you've already caught a glimpse of it and you stumble back in shock and... fear. and it feels like his heart shatters physically.
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# how they react to you wiping their kiss off your cheek (prank)
ft. sylus & caleb x gn!reader (separate)
cw: suggestive !
erez's note: this actually turned out to be much longer than i'd expected? i was just gonna write something short, like a para long each, for the both of them but i got superrrr carried away when i started writing sylus' so whoopie? a bit of a short fic for both? honestly quite happy with this piece so i hope y'all like it too, enjoy <3
sylus raises an eyebrow when you first do it. thinking you're being cheeky, he places another kiss on the other side, only to have you do the same thing again, making full eye contact with him. he stares at you for a few moments before, trying to figure out why you're doing this, before he smiles and sits down beside you.
"someone's being fussy," he says as he eyes you from the corner of his eye. "would you care to explain why you're wiping off those kisses like they're contaminated?" you stay silent, continuing to do whatever it was you were doing before he entered the room.
he hums and an idea of his own comes to mind before he gets up and sits on a different couch far from you. you blink, not expecting this reaction from him, and he sits there, almost pretending like you're not there, as he cleans his guns as per his nightly routine. when this continues for a while, you deflate and ask for him to come back and he only says simply, "if you want something, you should know how to ask for it, kitten."
you whine for a bit, asking him sweetly and batting your eyes at him innocently, like you weren't just wiping his kisses off your face. he ignores you until you have no choice but to go closer and stand right in front of him. just as you finish explaining to him that it was just a prank, his arm wraps around your waist and in an instant, you're straddling his waist with barely an inch between you two.
his other arm comes to rest at the nape of your neck, drawing your head closer until you can feel his breath flutter on your lips. he watches your expression carefully, eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips smoothly. his arm that holds you on top of him caresses you with a feather light touch as it traces a path up your spine and he can see the imperceptible shiver that has you leaning into his touch. his lips twitch up in a smirk and he leans in, his voice husky near your ear.
"i guess you just wanted me to teach you how to behave, isn't that right sweetie?"
caleb blinks when he watches you wipe your face after. he doesn't fully comprehend what just happened, and so he tries again, planting another gentle kiss in the same spot, only to watch as you swipe it off your face once again. a small frown mars his normal smiling face and he says with a slightly hurt tone, "hey pipsqueak, i know i was later than i said i would be, but isn't it too much to do that?"
you look at him with a blank expression, while finding his reaction amusing on the inside. he leans in again and presses another kiss, this time a little more forceful, to your cheek and his eyes go wide as he watches you nonchalantly lift your hand and rub it off.
he's starting to feel a bit ticked off now, but he forces on a smile and takes a hold of your hand as you bring it down. "are you mad at me? is that why you're doing this? i'm sorry, so just please, don't wipe my kisses away?" his voice doesn't waver but you can tell the thinly veiled notes of desperation.
you don't respond to his plea, only stare up at him innocently, and the furrow between his brows deepens ever so slightly. "does my breath stink, is that it? i swear i brushed my teeth before i came to bed though—"
you can't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing, and this startles him. he blinks down at you, utterly confused, and you spill to him that all of what you did was just a prank that you'd come across earlier in the day and wanted to try on him and it's like a switch flips in him. he lets out a small scoff and immediately his hands take a hold of yours and press them down into the mattress, sending a gasp out of you. he leans down until his face is all that fills your vision and says something that has your toes curling already.
"pipsqueak, i thought you knew better than to rile me up like this. now i've gotta make sure to leave things on you that you won't be able to wipe off, huh?"
you think you may have cracked the code. you spent months trying to figure it out and you finally, finally understand the reason behind the petnames sylus calls you regularly.
kitten is for when he's amused by your antics, usually accompanied by a smile that lights up his eyes. like when you swear that you can get 3 plushies at the claw machine, he only laughs in that smooth, deep voice of his and says, "well, i look forward to seeing you add to your collection then, kitten."
now sweetie is for when he's feeling comfortable, relaxing at the onychinus base and it's just the two of you blanketed in the dark of night. "sweetie," he calls as he watches you emerge from the bathroom. "come here. let me dry your hair, lest you catch a cold. i'll be the one who'll have to look after you if you do, after all."
when he wants to tease you, and this tends to be in front of your fellow hunters, my partner is what he likes to use to refer to you, as he smiles like nothing's wrong and you panic on the inside, the double entendre not lost on you, hoping none of them catch on to the fact that he's the infamous sylus. "how i know them? of course it's because they're my partner. we often do... business together. i supply them with fresh fruits regularly."
your majesty is what he likes to use when he's being bossed around by you (voluntarily of course, because who would dare order him around other than you). "i see this time's mission was pretty draining," he intones as he hovers beside the bed where you lie exhausted after another gruelling mission. "would you perhaps like some food, since i'm sure you haven't eaten properly? or would you like a massage to relax those stiff muscles of yours? whatever you ask for, i'm at your service, your majesty."
your name is what slips his lips as he lies next to you in the throes of sleep, soft and breathy but still very much him. because even in the depths of sleep, you are the only one he thinks of. he breathes your name like a sigh and mumbles, "that jewel.. would suit them..." and even though you hear your name on a daily basis, you think you might like it best when it comes from sylus because it's him that's saying it.
you think you may have cracked the code. you spent months trying to figure it out and you finally, finally understand the reason behind the petnames sylus calls you regularly.
kitten is for when he's amused by your antics, usually accompanied by a smile that lights up his eyes. like when you swear that you can get 3 plushies at the claw machine, he only laughs in that smooth, deep voice of his and says, "well, i look forward to seeing you add to your collection then, kitten."
now sweetie is for when he's feeling comfortable, relaxing at the onychinus base and it's just the two of you blanketed in the dark of night. "sweetie," he calls as he watches you emerge from the bathroom. "come here. let me dry your hair, lest you catch a cold. i'll be the one who'll have to look after you if you do, after all."
when he wants to tease you, and this tends to be in front of your fellow hunters, my partner is what he likes to use to refer to you, as he smiles like nothing's wrong and you panic on the inside, the double entendre not lost on you, hoping none of them catch on to the fact that he's the infamous sylus. "how i know them? of course it's because they're my partner. we often do... business together. i supply them with fresh fruits regularly."
your majesty is what he likes to use when he's being bossed around by you (voluntarily of course, because who would dare order him around other than you). "i see this time's mission was pretty draining," he intones as he hovers beside the bed where you lie exhausted after another gruelling mission. "would you perhaps like some food, since i'm sure you haven't eaten properly? or would you like a massage to relax those stiff muscles of yours? whatever you ask for, i'm at your service, your majesty."
your name is what slips his lips as he lies next to you in the throes of sleep, soft and breathy but still very much him. because even in the depths of sleep, you are the only one he thinks of. he breathes your name like a sigh and mumbles, "that jewel.. would suit them..." and even though you hear your name on a daily basis, you think you might like it best when it comes from sylus because it's him that's saying it.
thinking about having moved to aedes elysiae as a child and being childhood friends with phainon in cycle 0. you grew up with him, trained with him, followed the flame-chase journey by his side as a fellow chrysos heir, and then you died in his arms.
now khaslana, he spends every single one of the recurrences after that chasing after the traces of you. in the very first one, he asks the phainon of that cycle where you were, desperate to see you alive and well, but phainon only gives him a confused expression and asks who he's talking about. turns out you had died much before you had the chance to meet him.
the next one you're alive but you're no longer a warrior like you were before, you choose to study at the grove. but once again, you perish when the black tide arrives and khaslana could not save you.
some cycles you're alive but eventually die, some you die before ever having the chance to grow up. this continues once, twice, thrice, then 108641 times, as his soul continues to corrupt more and more from carrying all the coreflames. he's unable to change your death no matter how many cycles he goes through, and it remains within him even when he transforms into the flame reaver.
but the cycle where the trailblazer appears is the only cycle where the flame reaver sees any changes. you're alive and you're a warrior again, just like you were back then, and you chase after him with a vengeance. even with most of his memories lost and only his purpose of retrieving the coreflames remaining, he can't bring himself to hurt you even as you fight fiercely against him. even as you drive your spear through him in his final moments alongside phainon.
thinking about having moved to aedes elysiae as a child and being childhood friends with phainon in cycle 0. you grew up with him, trained with him, followed the flame-chase journey by his side as a fellow chrysos heir, and then you died in his arms.
now khaslana, he spends every single one of the recurrences after that chasing after the traces of you. in the very first one, he asks the phainon of that cycle where you were, desperate to see you alive and well, but phainon only gives him a confused expression and asks who he's talking about. turns out you had died much before you had the chance to meet him.
the next one you're alive but you're no longer a warrior like you were before, you choose to study at the grove. but once again, you perish when the black tide arrives and khaslana could not save you.
some cycles you're alive but eventually die, some you die before ever having the chance to grow up. this continues once, twice, thrice, then 108641 times, as his soul continues to corrupt more and more from carrying all the coreflames. he's unable to change your death no matter how many cycles he goes through, and it remains within him even when he transforms into the flame reaver.
but the cycle where the trailblazer appears is the only cycle where the flame reaver sees any changes. you're alive and you're a warrior again, just like you were back then, and you chase after him with a vengeance. even with most of his memories lost and only his purpose of retrieving the coreflames remaining, he can't bring himself to hurt you even as you fight fiercely against him. even as you drive your spear through him in his final moments alongside phainon.
thinking about having moved to aedes elysiae as a child and being childhood friends with phainon in cycle 0. you grew up with him, trained with him, followed the flame-chase journey by his side as a fellow chrysos heir, and then you died in his arms.
now khaslana, he spends every single one of the recurrences after that chasing after the traces of you. in the very first one, he asks the phainon of that cycle where you were, desperate to see you alive and well, but phainon only gives him a confused expression and asks who he's talking about. turns out you had died much before you had the chance to meet him.
the next one you're alive but you're no longer a warrior like you were before, you choose to study at the grove. but once again, you perish when the black tide arrives and khaslana could not save you.
some cycles you're alive but eventually die, some you die before ever having the chance to grow up. this continues once, twice, thrice, then 108641 times, as his soul continues to corrupt more and more from carrying all the coreflames. he's unable to change your death no matter how many cycles he goes through, and it remains within him even when he transforms into the flame reaver.
but the cycle where the trailblazer appears is the only cycle where the flame reaver sees any changes. you're alive and you're a warrior again, just like you were back then, and you chase after him with a vengeance. even with most of his memories lost and only his purpose of retrieving the coreflames remaining, he can't bring himself to hurt you even as you fight fiercely against him. even as you drive your spear through him in his final moments alongside phainon.
thinking about having moved to aedes elysiae as a child and being childhood friends with phainon in cycle 0. you grew up with him, trained with him, followed the flame-chase journey by his side as a fellow chrysos heir, and then you died in his arms.
now khaslana, he spends every single one of the recurrences after that chasing after the traces of you. in the very first one, he asks the phainon of that cycle where you were, desperate to see you alive and well, but phainon only gives him a confused expression and asks who he's talking about. turns out you had died much before you had the chance to meet him.
the next one you're alive but you're no longer a warrior like you were before, you choose to study at the grove. but once again, you perish when the black tide arrives and khaslana could not save you.
some cycles you're alive but eventually die, some you die before ever having the chance to grow up. this continues once, twice, thrice, then 108641 times, as his soul continues to corrupt more and more from carrying all the coreflames. he's unable to change your death no matter how many cycles he goes through, and it remains within him even when he transforms into the flame reaver.
but the cycle where the trailblazer appears is the only cycle where the flame reaver sees any changes. you're alive and you're a warrior again, just like you were back then, and you chase after him with a vengeance. even with most of his memories lost and only his purpose of retrieving the coreflames remaining, he can't bring himself to hurt you even as you fight fiercely against him. even as you drive your spear through him in his final moments alongside phainon.
thinking about having moved to aedes elysiae as a child and being childhood friends with phainon in cycle 0. you grew up with him, trained with him, followed the flame-chase journey by his side as a fellow chrysos heir, and then you died in his arms.
now khaslana, he spends every single one of the recurrences after that chasing after the traces of you. in the very first one, he asks the phainon of that cycle where you were, desperate to see you alive and well, but phainon only gives him a confused expression and asks who he's talking about. turns out you had died much before you had the chance to meet him.
the next one you're alive but you're no longer a warrior like you were before, you choose to study at the grove. but once again, you perish when the black tide arrives and khaslana could not save you.
some cycles you're alive but eventually die, some you die before ever having the chance to grow up. this continues once, twice, thrice, then 108641 times, as his soul continues to corrupt more and more from carrying all the coreflames. he's unable to change your death no matter how many cycles he goes through, and it remains within him even when he transforms into the flame reaver.
but the cycle where the trailblazer appears is the only cycle where the flame reaver sees any changes. you're alive and you're a warrior again, just like you were back then, and you chase after him with a vengeance. even with most of his memories lost and only his purpose of retrieving the coreflames remaining, he can't bring himself to hurt you even as you fight fiercely against him. even as you drive your spear through him in his final moments alongside phainon.
thinking about having moved to aedes elysiae as a child and being childhood friends with phainon in cycle 0. you grew up with him, trained with him, followed the flame-chase journey by his side as a fellow chrysos heir, and then you died in his arms.
now khaslana, he spends every single one of the recurrences after that chasing after the traces of you. in the very first one, he asks the phainon of that cycle where you were, desperate to see you alive and well, but phainon only gives him a confused expression and asks who he's talking about. turns out you had died much before you had the chance to meet him.
the next one you're alive but you're no longer a warrior like you were before, you choose to study at the grove. but once again, you perish when the black tide arrives and khaslana could not save you.
some cycles you're alive but eventually die, some you die before ever having the chance to grow up. this continues once, twice, thrice, then 108641 times, as his soul continues to corrupt more and more from carrying all the coreflames. he's unable to change your death no matter how many cycles he goes through, and it remains within him even when he transforms into the flame reaver.
but the cycle where the trailblazer appears is the only cycle where the flame reaver sees any changes. you're alive and you're a warrior again, just like you were back then, and you chase after him with a vengeance. even with most of his memories lost and only his purpose of retrieving the coreflames remaining, he can't bring himself to hurt you even as you fight fiercely against him. even as you drive your spear through him in his final moments alongside phainon.