Scenario; Sylus helps you calm down a panic attack, fluff, comfort
Word count: 740 words
Warning: description of panic attack, use of pet names (sweetie, kitten)
Edited version on AO3.
You couldn't breathe.
Panic gripped at your chest so tight, it squeezed out the air inside your lungs.
In your mind, you kept telling yourself it was okay over and over again, like a mantra.
You kept trying to remind yourself of your own grounding techniques, the ones that would work every time you were alone.
But you weren't by yourself this time. You craved Sylus' touch, craved his voice like you had never craved it before. All you wanted was to see him, have him tell you it was okay.
You were shaking heavily as your legs carried you towards his office where you found the door slightly open, the gentle melody of a vinyl record drifting out of the room.
Usually, you'd rap your knuckles against the door before you entered but there was just this tightness in your chest, an inexplicable urgency.
When you burst into the room, Sylus' eyes lifted from the stack of documents he was holding to meet yours.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" he questioned, instantly standing up.
The stack of documents he was analysing was instantly discarded onto his desk and in a few quick strides he was standing right in front of you, catching your hand which reached out for him within his gentle fingers.
As you told him what had triggered you to the best of your abilities, tears started flowing down your cheeks heavily, blurring your vision and making it hard for you to focus on the crimson eyes which gazed back at you attentively.
He listened to you closely, low encouraging hums rumbling from his chest, a big hand cradling your chin, the pad of his thumb wiping away the heavy tears as they kept falling from your eye.
"Oh, kitten," he cooed and even through the tears you could see his eyes soften.
Their usual cold crimson was warm, a vermillion ocean, so deep and tender.
You squeezed his hand and he let you, without a flinch, his thumb tracing over your knuckles back and forth at a slow, mindful pace.
"It's okay. You're okay," he reassured you in a low tone.
You sobbed and choked all at the same time, the emotions flooding you far too great.
"I c-can't breathe," you told him miserably, gripping onto him like a lifeline.
"Yes, you can. Come on, kitten, breathe with me."
The steadiness in his deep voice was soothing and you felt it in your racing heart.
"Come on, breathe in," and he did it with you, taking in a deep breath at the same time you attempted to.
When you shook your head, assaulted by another wave of sobs, he kept catching your tears, squeezing your hand in his.
"Shhh, it's okay. You're safe," he told you, gentle and firm. "There's no rush, take your time."
You wanted to close your eyes and focus on the slow stroking of his thumb over your knuckles but you were terrified he'd slip through your fingers if you did.
"I'm not going anywhere," he assured you, as if he could read your thoughts.
Sometimes you were thankful for his ability to predict just what was going through your head, through your heart.
"Come on, breathe with me."
Sylus wasn't demanding but his tone was firm, always steady, like an anchor.
"Deep breath in, can you do that with me?"
And you did, shakily so, along with him.
"Thatβs it, good. Now out, slowly."
And you let out the air trapped inside your lungs, feeling his warm breath against your wet cheeks as he breathed out along with you.
"Come on, you can do it again. Deep breath in."
And he kept coaxing mindful breaths out of you, his hands never leaving you, eyes locked onto yours the whole time.
When you were finally able to breathe on your own, he reached back for the box tissues on his desk, plucking a few out. Always keeping a point of contact, with his hand still within yours.
"My sweet little kitten," he cooed, turning towards you again.
With a gentle touch, he helped you clean the remains of tears and snot off your face.
"How about we go get you some snacks and huddle up on the couch? We can watch that movie you mentioned?" he offered, thin lips curved by a small, gentle smile.
"What about your work?" you questioned, already being led out of his office.
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sylus with a partner that loves to read (this is so self-indulgent, sorry):
he would buy you your own home library with a ladder, a comfy chair, and so many shelves
you want a book but it's out of print/in another language/hard to get in your country? he'll give it to you over breakfast, just saying that "he has his ways"
loves to read with you while one of his new records plays in the background
keeps track of your favourite authors and pre-orders their new books for you
loves to listen to you talk about books and how excited you get (especially if it was a book he recomended)
also enjoys when you read to him
would read to you if you asked (he could read the phonebook and it would sound heavenly)
he would buy you the best pens if you like to annotate your books
he obviously encourages you to use his card to buy books (or whatever you want, just use his card~)
the employees at the bookshop love his black card you (they will never go bankrupt <3)
bonus:
if you introduced him to the wondrous world of fanfiction he would be very interested (and tease you a bit) (but his ego would probably skyrocket...and it's already so big)
Sylus with a partner that's just burned out. You got the grades, the degrees, but you hate your job and the corporate environment as a whole. It's soulless and exhausting. For so long you've been focused on achieving instead of living. So he decides to take matters into his own hands and (somehow) convinces you to quit. He has more than enough money to pay for anything and everything you want after all.
It's a big change, but you get accustomed to it after a while. Especially because it seems that Sylus can't get enough of spoiling you. You finally let him take care of you and he is determined to use that opportunity.
Breakfast in bed instead of rushed mornings. So much time for your hobbies. Sleeping in his ridiculously soft bed for as long as you want. Traveling wherever and whenever. Being able to spend more time with him. Falling asleep in his arms while one of his new records plays in the background. Going on shopping sprees, clothes, books, whatever you want (as long as you use his card).
Spending the days in the N109 Zone, which has turned into your haven of comfort. You never get bored, despite how much free time you now have. Sylus made sure of that. There are shelves upon shelves of books, a sewing machine with a wide range of fabrics, a TV that connects to any channel you want all over the world (he definitely did this legally), and of course Sylus who focuses all his attention on you the second he gets home.
And suddenly life doesn't feel like a never-ending to-do list anymore.
