𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ i only write for sylus and valko ! my works are originally designed for my mcs. they are mostly hurt/comfort since sylus gives me peace (even though i want to smack him... affectionately) so i wanted my fellow girlies to read them too, so i'll adjust them to x reader genre╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯
𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ i do not accept requests! i write to cope.
𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ masterlist ⋅ sylena notion ⋅ rafaeleanor notion ⋅ vgen (i make art for living!)
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genre & cw: hurt/no comfort | self-indulgent | wrote it in a whim to cope | anxiety
Living alone sounds so lovely; you can have space by yourself, decorate it with your interest–let your home be the safe space that you always want! However, when chores piled up while you're sick, it's not so fun anymore.
There have been some dirty dishes on the sink for 3 days now, your laundry is piling up, you haven't changed your bedsheets for 2 weeks, there are leftovers in the fridge, and your bathroom stinks.
Everything is overwhelming. You don't know where to start.
You just cry.
You open the Love and Deepspace app. You went to the ‘Quality Time' feature and set a 30-minute timer. With your swollen, puffy eye and tear-stained cheeks, you watch at Sylus clean his gun for a good 15 seconds. You chuckle, a smile forming on your face. It's silly to think that you were crying your eyes out 10 minutes ago, then now you're smiling because of a fictional character.
You shift your gaze out the screen, then your smile vanishes as worries get a hold of you again. You released a shaky sigh and said with a trembling voice. “Okay, let's get this shit done.”
While you were busy, Sylus carefully set his gun on the table. Then, he slowly raises his head to get a good look at you. Your tears fall as you pick up the clothes on the floor. With hands occupied, you wipe your tears with your shoulders. His heart sunk and chest tightened by watching you doing your best despite being on your limit.
Oh how he wishes he could break the screen right now so he can be with you.
How he wishes he could wipe your tears and embrace you tightly...
But all of those wishes are impossible.
He's just a fictional character behind that goddamn screen.
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A/N: ending kinda rushed... it's been a while since i wrote something.
Sylus isn't perfect.
Sylus isn't a superhuman.
However, I refuse to talk to someone who cannot keep his silly antics. This someone pledged to me and swore his devotion that he wouldn't bother me while I'm cleaning. Yet here he is, using his Evol to push the cup farther into the shelf, making it hard for me to reach it.
I'm in my luteal phase and I can feel my blood boiling. I shot him a glare, hoping it would bore a hole to him.
“Need some help?” he confidently leans on the doorframe as if he's done nothing wrong.
The audacity of this man.
I'm mad. Really, really mad.
I said nothing, then proceeded to fetch a stepstool to reach that freaking mug. It was covered in dust, so I washed it in the sink. The cold water touches my hands, calming down my nerves and forgetting my roiling emotions momentarily. However, they became agitated again once I sense Sylus' footsteps approaching. I flick my wet hand, spraying him some soapy water. Then I set the mug on the rack, letting it dry.
“You went overboard this time, Qin Che. So don't talk to me.” I said in a stern tone, not even sparing him a glance as I walked past him.
The color from Sylus' face drains upon realizing what he had done. He usually enjoys bantering with you, especially when he gives you courage. However, with that coldness, he instantly knew it's a different kind of anger. He crossed the line this time. He didn't hesitate to follow you to the lounge area, and immediately kneeled before you.
“Kitten–”
“Are you done making me a plaything?” You said while gazing at your nails, an act to avoid Sylus’ gaze.
“Sweetie, look at me.”
“Am I a clown to you?” Your voice trembled slightly. “Does making me look stupid fun and entertaining?”
“Sweetie…”
“You–” You bit your lips before you could say anything hurtful. You release a heavy sigh instead.
“I understand why you're angry,” Sylus' knuckles brush against your knees as if he's testing the waters, to see if he can initiate a physical contact. You gulp, hesitating whether you'd welcome him or not. Nevertheless, you didn't budge. Still, you're avoiding his gaze, afraid that he'd see right through you. The corner of your eyes are already stinging.
“You are not a clown, an entertainment, nor my plaything. I have overstepped it this time. I am really, really sorry.”
As soon as he finishes his sentence, you couldn't hold back any longer–you wrap your arms around him and your tears come flowing. Sylus was taken aback for a bit, then embraced you back.
“Ow,” Sylus groaned as you lightly smacked his broad back and pinched him.
“Payback…” You sniffled.
“Am I forgiven?”
“Yes, but I'm sleeping in the guest room.”
Sylus' heart sank again; he really overdid it this time and it will take a long time (depending on your mood) to regain your trust again…
genre & cw: hurt/no comfort | angst | injury, not explicitly described
prompt list used.
You open your eyes and see a white ceiling. You looked around, wondering where you were. You're wearing a hospital gown, and something is wrapped around your waist; it's fresh gauze. The odor of antiseptic tickles your nostrils, followed by a wave of memory–the voice of a stranger rings in your ear, “for Sylus.” Then something pierces you, and fear follows. You were stabbed and are now in the hospital.
“You're awake,” A man with white hair enters the room–it's Sylus, and how could anyone not know him? He is the most feared figure, a wanted man in your city, and also your lover. However, with your current situation, resentment slowly rises within you.
“How are you feeling?” He carries the same usual air as he spoke, cool and composed. You searched for any hint of worry and concern in his face, but you saw nothing. Emotions start to boil–sadness, disappointment, and fear.
You scoffed at him, rolling your eyes, then muttered, “I almost got killed.”
“I got in time before he could stab your heart.” He set a chair next to your bed and sat on it. His gaze stays on you as he speaks again, “I already dealt with the vermin, don't worry.”
“‘Don't worry’, you say?” Brows furrowed, you turn your head to his direction. Then, your tone rises, spewing fear turned into anger.
“You always speak everything so lightly!” You hurled a pillow at his face and he did nothing to dodge it, he welcomed it in fact. “Sylus, I got stabbed because your enemies seek revenge on you!”
“I have it under control.” Sylus said, but you were overtaken by your anger to hear him.
“And now they are all on me since I'm involved in your life!” You shouted. “You… and your stupid status.”
“My beloved...”
“I believe all of the tales of our past–I clearly remember all of it! But I'm not that kind of person anymore, Sylus. Today, in this life, I am just an ordinary person.” You feel like splitting in half, your soul seems to be untangling from him–it's like clawing your chest with your own nails until your heart is exposed. You haven't even noticed that you're crying and gasping for air.
“You're too dangerous for me…” You grip the sheets impossibly tighter, your nails digging into your palm yet the pain grounds you. Sylus, frozen in fear, watched you cry out your heart. His heart was clamoring inside his chest; each beat is a blade that sever his soul from yours, it's torturous. Despite this, he accepts it, whatever your decision would be.
“I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”
And that sentence sealed the deal.
Your souls are now separated.
“Is that final?”
You said nothing, your eyes are glued to the window. Clenching his jaw, Sylus withholds his emotions as you give him silence.
“It always comes back to this with you, doesn’t it?”
“Why can’t you just learn to let the fuck go.”
“Did it over occur to you that I never wanted this to begin with?”
“Why can’t you just look at me for one god damn second!”
“Let go of my hand.”
“I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
“Why are you — saying all these things —”
“You know what? I was wrong. You never really meant anything to me. You’re broken, you’re beyond fixing, you’re not something I want to take the time to handle. Simple as that.”
“You’re a god damn mistake, that’s what you are.”
“I never wanted anything to do with you to begin with.”
“This, us, was a fucking mistake and I should have known the second things went further than planned.”
“I can’t do this anymore.”
“I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”
“If anything, you were a fucking waste of time.”
“I just don’t feel anything anymore.”
“Looking at you I see nothing but something I need to put an end to.”
“Oh? Really? You thought we had a future? What gave you that idea.”
“Is this even going anywhere?”
“Why can’t we just talk about it —”
“Does it ever occur to you that I am done talking? That I am done with reflecting upon my words and action? Can’t you just take a fucking hint that I’m done with you? I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”
“We’re through. I don’t want to do this anymore.”
“You were broken to begin with.”
“How am I supposed to ‘love you’ when I never had feelings to being with.”
“Haha, I don’t know who gave you THAT idea, but we’re not an item. We never were.”
“I’d like for you to leave now.”
“Just get out. Get out and leave me alone.”
“Why are you — saying all these things??? Where did they come from???”
“If you never were happy to begin with, how come you never told me?! I would have listened, I would have helped —”
“I don’t need, or want help, what I want is for you to get the fuck away from me.”
“You’re damaged goods and I can’t find the patience to take on you as a project.”
“You’re the kind of crazy I don’t want to deal with.”
“Lately you’ve become a burden, and I can’t handle it anymore.”
“If you’d just leave me alone, that’d be great.”
“Oh come on, the second we got to know each other, the due date were already set on us. We were never meant to last forever. Our relationship had a deadline, and now we’re at it; so, what you gonna do?”
A/N: ending kinda rushed... it's been a while since i wrote something.
Sylus isn't perfect.
Sylus isn't a superhuman.
However, I refuse to talk to someone who cannot keep his silly antics. This someone pledged to me and swore his devotion that he wouldn't bother me while I'm cleaning. Yet here he is, using his Evol to push the cup farther into the shelf, making it hard for me to reach it.
I'm in my luteal phase and I can feel my blood boiling. I shot him a glare, hoping it would bore a hole to him.
“Need some help?” he confidently leans on the doorframe as if he's done nothing wrong.
The audacity of this man.
I'm mad. Really, really mad.
I said nothing, then proceeded to fetch a stepstool to reach that freaking mug. It was covered in dust, so I washed it in the sink. The cold water touches my hands, calming down my nerves and forgetting my roiling emotions momentarily. However, they became agitated again once I sense Sylus' footsteps approaching. I flick my wet hand, spraying him some soapy water. Then I set the mug on the rack, letting it dry.
“You went overboard this time, Qin Che. So don't talk to me.” I said in a stern tone, not even sparing him a glance as I walked past him.
The color from Sylus' face drains upon realizing what he had done. He usually enjoys bantering with you, especially when he gives you courage. However, with that coldness, he instantly knew it's a different kind of anger. He crossed the line this time. He didn't hesitate to follow you to the lounge area, and immediately kneeled before you.
“Kitten–”
“Are you done making me a plaything?” You said while gazing at your nails, an act to avoid Sylus’ gaze.
“Sweetie, look at me.”
“Am I a clown to you?” Your voice trembled slightly. “Does making me look stupid fun and entertaining?”
“Sweetie…”
“You–” You bit your lips before you could say anything hurtful. You release a heavy sigh instead.
“I understand why you're angry,” Sylus' knuckles brush against your knees as if he's testing the waters, to see if he can initiate a physical contact. You gulp, hesitating whether you'd welcome him or not. Nevertheless, you didn't budge. Still, you're avoiding his gaze, afraid that he'd see right through you. The corner of your eyes are already stinging.
“You are not a clown, an entertainment, nor my plaything. I have overstepped it this time. I am really, really sorry.”
Silence envelopes you two as he finishes his sentence. The ticking of the clock felt longer than usual and each breath was suffocating. You glance at him, surprised to see his eyes on you. He looked very sorry, like an abandoned pet and you immediately felt sorry. You couldn't bear being cold to him, especially after that apology.
Oh, how couldn't you love a man who can own up his mistakes?
You furrow your brow and pout to mask your smile, then you wrap your arms around him, and your tears come flowing. Sylus was taken aback for a bit, then embraced you back.
“Am I forgiven?” Sylus whispered before kissing your shoulder. His rich voice melts away the remaining anger in you.
“Yes, but…” You lightly smack his broad back and he flinches as you pinch his waist. “Payback!” You withdraw from the hug, expecting a frowned face on him. Instead, he's smirking like usual.
“Ow,” Sylus groaned. He doesn't sound nor look hurt at all.
Masochist rascal!
An idea pops in your head–this one's gonna make his whole being step back, you thought. You pressed your lips to stop yourself from smiling.
prank idea: dressing up as a lamp in sylus' bedroom. you swear you met his eyes for a moment, but he doesn't acknowledges your existence. are you being pranked? did he turn the tables around? you got tired standing, then you hear his laughter when you leave the room. it's loud laugh. i guess you won?
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Something glimmered on the floor that caught Sylus’ attention, it's a heart locket necklace. His lips curve into a mischievous smile as he picks it up.
“Some kitten left her gift out in the open.”
His fingers gently pry open the locket and what's inside surprised him; his smile vanished and his eyes widened slightly. He was expecting a photo of you and him, but there's two adorable animals instead. Their eyes are so black and round, they have the most innocent look.
They look silly in Sylus' eyes however.
“Where is it…?” You step in the scene in such a timely manner. Although, you are covered in sweat and obviously in a state of panic. Sylus walks up to you at a slow and calm pace. His footsteps finally draw your attention to him.
“Sylus! Have you seen-”
“This?” He shows you his hand, the necklace you've been looking for is resting on his palm.
“Oh my god! Thank you!”
A content smile instantly forms in Sylus’ lips after seeing your relief.
“Mephisto must have stolen this from me…”
“No, kitten. It was lying out open, on the carpet. You misplaced it.”
“Hmph, you're on Mephie’s side now I see.”
“I’m just stating a fact, I’m on no one's side.”
Meanwhile, a certain mechanical crow is in panic due to losing a stolen treasure…
⋆.𐙚 ̊ your emotions weigh you down. sylus is willing to carry it with you.
genre: hurt/comfort | written in 2nd pov | you are sylus' tenant
You made a mistake and you're bubbling with anger, all directed to yourself. Your mind gnaws you relentlessly, as if you are constantly pursued by something unknown, and the path you're in is dark and endless. You are left with little sleep and your thoughts race as soon as you wake. The clamoring inside your chest made you feel nauseous. With all these bottled up, you finally snaps and your “ugly side” slips out in your workplace. You showed strong emotion; you raised your voice, brows furrowed, eyes burning with rage, and your nails digging to your palm. You lashed out. Your co-workers know you as the quiet, meek, and overmodest one, so seeing your sudden outburst was contrary to their eyes. Their stares felt like the weight of the world and their silence is their judgement; it crushes you. You want to shrink yourself into nothingness as shame grips you tightly.
Today is your day off. The sky is tinted with pink and blue hues, contrasting what you feel. The emotions yesterday persist despite the new day–you don't want to see the world right now. Crying is your only way to release this weight in your soul yet tears don't come.
The desire to stay in bed and loathe yourself all day grows stronger. Despite this, you force yourself to get up because you only have yourself–your chores won't do themselves. But then, when you least expects it, the doorbell rings.
“It’s still early dawn, who could that be…” You step out of bed, but then freeze upon seeing your reflection in the mirror. Your frustration distorts what you see; despite looking normal, you think that something is wrong with you that makes you ugly. Nevertheless, you make an effort to look presentable before heading downstairs before covering the mirror.
Upon peeking through the peephole, you saw a man with striking features; it’s your landlord, Sylus. You open the door, but you don't let him in yet.
“It hasn't been 3 months… are you here to collect my rent?” Whispering kept the frustration from escaping your lips; however, some words you spewed still left a sharp impression. Sylus felt it, but he chose not to speak about it.
“No sweetie. Can’t I visit my property?”
You squint your eyes and glare at him, debating whether you should let him in. You truly don't want to deal with anyone in your current state. However, that wasn't even an option. You are merely renting his house, which he has the right to and you also agreed to his terms that he's allowed to come by whenever he wants.
To put it simply, you are compelled to let him in.
Hesitantly, you let him inside. He confidently strides in, then changes into available comfortable slippers; the pink, fluffy one. His eyes quickly scan the entryway. He said nothing about the scattered shoes and slippers; everyone can have a messy home sometimes, he thought before going to the living room. The couch dips as he takes a seat. The soft pink decorations contrast his all-black and leather fashion style; however, you are too absorbed by your negativity to notice it.
You go behind the kitchen counter before asking him a question. “Water? Coffee? Anything?” He was quick to notice your languid tone, but he decided not to question you about it. Yet.
“No need,” he answered promptly. His voice is stern as usual.
You really want to lie in bed and drown in your emotions for the rest of the day, but you can't stand to be idle, especially when someone is around; his commanding presence compels you to get up and move. So you start cooking.
You prepare to heat the pan, pull out leftover rice from last night, then open a canned meatloaf. You chop some onion and garlic then tosses them into the heated pan, the aroma wafts in the air. While dicing the meatloaf, a heavy sigh escapes your lips. You can't tell if the onions or your frustration causing your eyes to sting.
You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that you flinch when you finally notices Sylus already standing next to you.
“That was a heavy sigh,” he examines your troubled expression with his upper body leaning closer while still respecting your personal space. His eyes narrow upon seeing the redness of your eyes. “Is something troubling you?”
You attempted to glance in his direction, but then quickly averted your eyes back to the pan as you met his gaze. “You’re reading me again too much, please don’t mind me.” You clench your jaw, fighting the urge to crumble in front of him.
You turn off the stove after tasting your fried rice, then tiptoe to reach for the plates on the shelf above your head. Sylus, given his tall stature, easily snags it before you could. He hands it to you, but he held onto it when you tried to take it. His actions led you raise a brow, then he speaks again as your eyes meet.
“I can't stand that.”
You nervously gulp as you try your best to maintain eye contact, “Why?”
“You know why, I already said it.” Sylus carefully places down the plate after you let it go, it softly clinks as he puts it down on the counter. His eyes never leave your face. “I care about you.”
“Also, a part of me feels heavy. I suspect you're the reason.” His hand instinctively ghosts over his chest.
“I..” your nails dig deep into your palm as you let out a shaky sigh, “I’m sorry…”
“Apologizing won’t cut it, sweetie.” Sylus takes another plate from the cupboard and transfers the fried rice onto the plates. You wanted to move, but her bubbling emotions kept you frozen. Guiltily, you watched him set the table in the dining area.
“Tell me about it while we eat. Let me carry your burden.”
genre: fluff/crack | written in sylus' perspective.
A/N: kittens!!!! you're not boring, sylus would love your quirkiness–even if you're not aware of it. he'll find something interesting in you ♡
“AAAHHH!!”
That familiar scream made my eyes flick open. My hand instinctively grabs the gun under my pillow and I quickly get on my feet. I tightened my grip around my gun, grounding myself as I prepared myself for the worst case scenario. My heart is clamoring inside my chest, but this is nothing new to me yet I can't shake off the dreading feeling inside me–that something bad might have happened to her.
I found her in the living room with a book in her hands and a bucket of popcorn on her lap. She is in an obvious state of shock; mouth agape while her eyes are glued on the book, she hasn’t yet noticed my presence. She doesn't seem to be in pain… but why did she scream?
“What's wro–”
“He was fucking his mother!?” My sentence was cut short by her gasp. It took me a minute to process what was happening. She screamed because of the book’s plot…? I look at her dumbfounded; the more I think about it, the more I want to burst into laughter. I held back, but I know I have a dumb smile on my face. Her gaze shifted on me a few moments later, finally noticing my presence. Her expression went from shock to sheepish.
Cute.
I want to squish her badly.
“Oh, Sylus! I’m sorry I screamed, did I wake you up?” Her pitch became softer. She closes her book and places the bucket of popcorn on the side table before making a space on the sofa. She pats the space next to her, inviting me to sit next to her.
She reacts loudly in unexpected ways, it's so interesting to watch her. Nothing gets old when it comes to her and I could never have a boring day with her by my side.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ your mind is deceiving you, but you have sylus as your anchor.
genre: hurt/comfort | written in 2nd person.
CW: panic attack. süicide ideation.
A/N: i wrote this when i couldn't manage my anxiety... rereading this feels nostalgic. sylus, my peak comfort.
It all started with a tiny crack. you kept yourself busy, believing that occupying yourself with tasks and maintaining a routine would make you forget what's gnawing your mind. This went on for days, you held up a façade of a natural smile and contagious laughter.
However, everyone has their own limits. After a long day, you crash onto your bed as fatigue hits you like a truck. That tiny crack has evolved and you finally shattered into pieces. Even if you tried to pick your pieces up, you would only hurt and bleed. Your hair has knots and tangles that annoy you; a couple of strands are caught between your fingers whenever you comb your hair. To cope with your overwhelming frustration, you pulled your hair, but it only caused pain.
Everything went blurry, then your head hit the pillows. Chills crawled into your spine, and your limbs went numb as fear began to seep in, then your breathing became shallow. You tried all the calming techniques you knew, but nothing seems to placate you.
Finally, an unexplainable impending doom brews in the back of your mind.
Death sounds so sweet; it's an easy escape yet you are afraid of the consequences.
Your phone lights up, slightly illuminating your dim room. It looked like a tiny glimmer of light at the end of a tunnel, and you desperately reached for it, hoping for salvation.
Your blurry vision couldn't read the caller name, but you answered it anyway.
“You finally answered my call,” her heart skipped a beat as she heard a recognizable voice on the other line, it's Sylus. “You haven't contacted me for a while, I thought you've gone missing. I was about to send Mephisto to look for–”
"Help..." You pleaded weakly. His heart drops as he hears your broken voice. There was a moment of heavy silence at your end, then it got interrupted by your sobbing.
"Stay put, I'll visit you."
You stirred up as the mattress dips when Sylus takes the space next to you. Your mind still toyed with your vision; for a moment, you saw a towering figure–black as a void with red orbs–ready to devour you, but then everything became normal when the faint moonlight illuminated his face.
There was no need for words. He held you close, tightly securing your tiny frame around her firm arms, then hums your favorite tune despite being off-key before rocking gently. You cling to him and lets yourself feel his warmth. The reverberation coming from his chest soothes you, eventually steadying your triggered state. A hint of deja vu dawns you.
A millennia ago in another timeline, a girl with tear-stained cheeks is adorned with gemstones and gold. She is peacefully resting in the fearsome dragon’s arms. This creature purred as he nestled his beloved while his tail traced circles along her skin. The firewood cackles; the warmth of a nearby bonfire keeps them extra warm on a cold night.
Sylus places a kiss on the crown of your head as he feels your grip loosens, then his gaze fixates on you.
"Feeling better?"
You nod, “yeah.” Your voice is still weak. Sylus gives you room to move, his eyes never leaving your face. Then, he found your hands. He fiddles with your fingertips, still cold. He gives it a few squeezes before nuzzling against your palm.
“You keep staring at me,” You weakly whisper, your lips slightly pouting. You rest your head on his chest and your lashes flutter as your eyes dart around the room, avoiding his gaze. “Do I look pathetic?”
“You do; a poor, crying kitten, wet in the rain.” Sylus retorted. When you were about to look dejected, he spoke again. “Who I picked up and took care of. Now she owns me and she's my most prized treasure.” His warm breath tickled your skin while he kissed your knuckles so tenderly, then used his finger to lift your chin and made you look into his eyes. You gulped as you saw his soft gaze. He wipes your tear-streaked cheeks with his thumb.
“She will have bad days at some points of her life, but storms don't last long. I know she will come back even stronger.” Warmth spreads across you instantly when he tucks your hair behind your ears before his fingers outline your face.
“You believe in me too much.” You pout. Sylus smiles, then taps your puffed cheeks.
“I do.”
Your heart skipped a beat and eyes widened as if you heard these words for the first time. You two held eye contact for a moment, your gazes speaking for themselves. Then, you frown the moment you burst into tears once more. Sylus holds you close.
“That's unrealistic, Sylus. No one will tolerate a mentally-ill person, like me.” Your throat tightened and it made you struggle to speak, but he understood your words.
"No. Stop spouting nonsense, sweetie.”
“I will not give up on you, even if you break apart many times. I'll gather up all of your pieces and help you to get back on your feet because you are important to me and I believe in you.” His hands traced circles on your back as he whispers into your ear. His presence alone is your anchor; combined with his words, it pulled you out of the hopeless pit of your mind and freed you from the grasp of your false self. Your tears keep on flowing and you clings onto him tighter.
“You’re stronger than you think. You are capable, but that doesn't mean you can do anything by yourself.” Sylus intertwines their hands together, then says. “That's why I’m here.”
You felt like exploding because of your overwhelming emotions; your sobs grew louder, and your tears kept on going. Your grip on his hand tightened. Sylus didn't mind even if your nails dug deep into his skin. He holds you, and continues to be your anchor.
A broken glass doesn't mean the end of it. Leaving it as it is might do more damage, and picking up it might cut your skin. However, with careful hands, it can still be mended with gold and repurposed with something brand new. You will return the following day even more resilient because Sylus believes in you. If you can't, he’ll be there. Always.
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⋆.𐙚 ̊ sylus is 30 years old. can you believe it? time to tease him!
genre: just fluff & mischief | written in 2nd person.
“Good morning, Mr.Sylus.” You prop your chin on your palm while your eyes rest on your beloved boyfriend’s sleeping face. You have a playful smirk on your face whilst your other hand traces the bridge of his nose. Sylus lets out a sleepy grunt before catching your wrist; his grip on you isn't tight, and it never will be, then he presses his lips against your palm. His warm breath tickles you. His lashes flutter as he finally wakes.
“How is life being 30?” You said as you adjusted your position on bed, your tone was overflowing with mischievousness. Your grin grew wider as your eyes softened; your expression is a mix of admiration and mischief.
“It hasn't been long since my birthday ended, yet you're already making fun of me for being 30?” Sylus said, his voice sounded husky. It was kind of sexy. You only responded with an even cheekier grin, then a giggle followed. This fueled Sylus' cuteness aggression. The corner of his lips curved into a playful smirk and it sent a danger signal to your brain. However, he was still holding your wrist as captive, so you couldn't run away.
“I see that your mischief isn't over, kitten. Come here!”
“Eek!!” You squeal as he pulls you close to him, then cages you around his firm arms. The room is filled with giggles as you two tousle on the bed, pillows and plushies falling off. Meanwhile, Luke and Kieran could hear you two behind the door. Their post-birthday prank has gone cold...
⋆.𐙚 ̊ sylus is fed up with your silliness, but somehow... he misses it?
genre: just fluff & mischief | written in 1st person.
“Kitten, may I remind you that my face isn't your personal squeeze toy?” Sylus says as he closes the book he's reading. His commanding voice reels me back to the present; we were chilling on the couch, just doing our own things, then I got bored. My instinct tells me to admire him. However, my way of admiration is very physical… So, it led me to squish, caress, and poke his handsome face.
“Hm?” I blink my eyes a few times, trying my way out by playing innocent. My hands are still cupping his face and he's now looking at me. His brow is slightly furrowed and his eyes are narrowed, indicating a slight hint of annoyance.
“Don't play dumb now,” he seizes my hands and gently gets them off from his face.
“Am I bothering you?” My voice came out like a whisper.
“Yes.”
“I- uh…” I stuttered with words for a moment, guilty for what I’ve done. “I’m sorry, I went overboard,” I created a distance away from him, then continued on my little bubble.
From that moment, I went on with my days without bothering Sylus. It’s not like I’m avoiding him, I’m just respecting his personal space. I still talk to him from time to time, ask him about the ways around his manor, and that's it. If he's not available, I’d ask Luke and Kieran. To be frank, I am still fairly new with this place; it’s a really large house and you could get lost if you don't have someone to guide you. I spent my days familiarizing myself with the nooks and crannies of his place.
While I was exploring his base, I could feel a pair of eyes watching my back. But I concluded that it might just be the security cameras around, so I didn't think about it too much.
I came across a room with several displays of his various collections. I was in awe of his tastes–from vinyl records, vintage gramophone, precious gemstones, abstract figurines, you name it all. They all look expensive to me. My way of admiration suddenly shifted and I could only look at them with my curious eyes. I don’t want to damage them, they cost more than my life.
I want to ask Sylus how he acquired all of these.
Maybe through auctions.
Man, he’s so rich.
I continue to observe every detail of each of his collections; I saw the gramophone’s tiny cracks and scratches, letting my mind wander how this invention endured the passage of time. My eyes sparkled like how gemstones reflect the light in different angles, their various cuts distinguish them from one another. It was breathtaking.
When I was about to move onto the next display, I briefly saw Sylus’s reflection on the glass. Before I could turn around to face him, he already trapped me in his arms.
“You haven't been bothering me for the past few days… Not a few, actually it's been a week.” He whispered in my right ear. His warm breath tickling my skin and his rich, deep voice is giving me goosebumps. “Are you avoiding me?” he followed.
I watch our reflection on the glass. My stomach did somersaults when I compared our sizes. I look so tiny.
“You said that I’m bothering you, so I’m just respecting the bossman's personal space.” I huffed.
“So you took it personally.”
“Well, you said so! Your words are the law here in N109 zone, I must abide.”
His grip around my waist tightens, then I heard him grunt. I find this the perfect chance to tease him back.
“Are you sulking? Our bossman is sulky?” I tease while squeeze his face with my thumb and index fingers. But then, my actions quickly backfired at me as he spun me around to face him. He catches my chin with his fingers, then lifts up my face to look directly at him, and his other hand is on my lower back, pressing me closer to him.
“What if I am? How are you going to compensate, sweetie?” His fingers trace my face. “Just so you know, I am very picky.”
“I… Uh…” I was lost for words again. I hope he doesn't hear my heart beating quickly.
“Can't make a decision? Alright, I already have something in my mind.” My eyes followed him as he lowered himself which confused me a little. It was a little too late when my gut told me to run as he hoisted me up, lifting me like a sack of potatoes. I let out a squeak when he adjusted my position on his shoulders.
“I’ll have you for the rest of the night.”
“Eek- Sylus- I swear to god– put me down! I’m not done admiring your collection!!” I protested while smacking his broad back with my fists, but it didn't budge him. I prop my chin to my hand, pouting, then I helplessly watch our reflection fade on the spotless glass display case as we leave the room.
