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Lads sylus x fem reader!

Camping with a billionaire

Summary: A camping trip where the only thing wild is how far Sylus will go to keep Sweetie comfortable.

Note: Hello mortals!! Hope you guys are great and I just wish that I get more salary this month... magically!!!!!

You spent an entire week showing Sylus cute camping videos where couples struggled to pitch tents, burned marshmallows, and laughed under the stars. You were determined to have a "real outdoor experience." Sylus listened in complete silence, occasionally nodding while secretly texting someone. By the morning of the trip, a luxury RV the size of a small apartment rolled into the driveway, complete with marble floors, heated bedrooms, a chef's kitchen, and better Wi-Fi than your apartment.

"Sylus... that's not camping."

"It has wheels. It's outside. I'm adapting."

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You walked around the RV three times hoping a tent would magically appear from a hidden compartment. Instead, you found a cinema room, an espresso bar, and a bathroom larger than your childhood bedroom. Somewhere deep inside, your dream of sleeping on the ground quietly packed its bags and left.

"Where's the tent?"

"Why would I voluntarily sleep in fabric?"

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The campground went completely silent when the enormous RV parked beside a family using a tiny two-person tent. Children pointed. Parents stared. One old man slowly removed his glasses just to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. Sylus casually stepped outside holding a mug of coffee like this happened every Tuesday.

"Everyone's looking at us."

"They're admiring my parking."

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You insisted on gathering firewood yourself because "that's part of camping." Sylus watched you struggle for exactly twenty-three seconds before a helicopter appeared overhead carrying neatly bundled premium firewood. The pilot saluted before flying away. You simply blinked at the sky.

"...Did you order firewood by helicopter?"

"You looked tired."

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Your backpack contained instant noodles, canned beans, and snacks. Sylus revealed a private chef preparing steak, fresh pasta, and handmade desserts. Somehow the chef had already learned your favorite tea without ever meeting you.

"I packed ramen..."

"Keep it. Emergencies happen."

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You proudly unpacked your sleeping bag, determined to use it at least once. Sylus quietly replaced it with silk bedding that probably cost more than a car. When you tried putting the sleeping bag back, he folded it with suspicious respect and stored it away like a museum artifact.

"You're ruining the experience."

"I'm upgrading it."

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When it got dark, you wanted to tell ghost stories around the fire. Sylus agreed... until hidden speakers turned on automatically, soft lanterns illuminated the trees, and warm blankets appeared from somewhere. Even the ghosts would've felt too comfortable to haunt anyone.

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You found a mosquito near your arm and prepared for battle. Before you could even slap it, tiny discreet insect repellents activated around the RV. The mosquito changed direction so fast it looked personally offended.

"Did you declare war on bugs?"

"I don't negotiate with terrorists."

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You wanted to roast marshmallows over the campfire. Sylus handed you imported handmade vanilla marshmallows because apparently normal ones weren't "balanced in flavor." You rolled your eyes while secretly admitting they tasted incredible.

"You're such a snob."

"A well-fed snob."

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You pointed excitedly at the stars, expecting Sylus to admire the sky with you. Five minutes later, an astronomer arrived carrying a high-powered telescope because Sylus wanted you to "see them properly." Even the moon seemed confused.

"You hired a scientist?"

" In case you wanted their names"

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You wanted to fish for dinner. Sylus rented the entire lake "just in case" someone disturbed your peace. You caught one tiny fish after two hours while he applauded like you'd won an Olympic medal.

"It's literally this big."

"Greatness isn't measured in centimeters."

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When you complained about being cold, Sylus silently wrapped you in his jacket before quietly increasing the RV's temperature. He pretended nothing happened while checking every five minutes if your hands were warm again.

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You woke up expecting birds chirping outside your tent. Instead, you smelled fresh croissants and coffee because breakfast had somehow been prepared before sunrise. Camping with Sylus apparently came with room service.

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You insisted on hiking a difficult trail. Halfway through you admitted your legs hurt, but your pride refused to quit. Sylus quietly crouched in front of you without saying a word, ready to carry you the rest of the way.

"I'm not that tired."

"You're already climbing onto my back."

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By the end of the trip you realized you had technically gone camping, but somehow you had also watched movies in reclining seats, eaten five-star meals, and slept under Egyptian cotton sheets while parked in the forest.

"Next time... actual camping?"

"We'll compromise. I'll remove one chandelier."

wc: 880 gn reader, dissociation, hurt/comfort

Something feels wrong, but you just can't quite put your finger on it. You're close to tearing your hair out at the sensation, your body filled with adrenaline for an unknown reason that just won't fade.

You thought things were finally going fine for once, but it only takes a moment for that good inertia to flip and send you spiraling. You don't even know what it was.

Sylus told you to find him when this happens. ... You can't remember if Sylus is supposed to be home. Is he out on a deal?

Which room does he hang out in the most again?

Where did you leave your phone?

…

Frustrated at the information you need so easily slipping out of your grasp, the only thing left for you to do is get out of here.

And so you do. You set out into the hallway, disoriented and barely recognizing what should have felt like home. You're too dizzy with unease, your ears ringing, unable to orient yourself in the colossal mansion that feels more akin to a maze. You clutch at your sleeves as you wrap your arms around yourself, trying to calm a racing mind that just won't listen to logic.

You slump against the wall of the hallway after a few minutes of searching, your head spinning and your heart picking up speed in your chest. What's wrong with you? What's going on? Where is Sylus?

"Sy," you call out softly, your eyes blurring with tears. "Sylus? R'you there?"

You're met with silence. Of course, stupid, stupid, he wouldn't hear you in this giant house. You must look really foolish, calling out to no one. You press the heels of your palms into your dampening eyes, letting out a little whimper followed by a soft hiccup.

You sink down the wall, your knees against your chest, and your torso slumped against them. You should've just stayed in your room. You resign yourself to your fate of sleeping against the wall tonight, since you doubt you can get up.

... Though, not much time passes before a voice pierces the fog surrounding your mind. You look up, your vision blurry, and are met with concerned red eyes and soft grey hair, the figure slightly out of breath. He's never out of breath.

"There you are," Sylus murmurs once your eyes focus on him, relief softening his features. "Sweetheart, what happened?" His breath hitches slightly when he sees the wetness in your eyes and the wobble in your lip. "Oh, shhh, it's alright. You don't have to tell me now. Come here."

"Sylus," You sniffle, reaching up for him and allowing him to pull you up into his arms. You hide in the crook of his neck, squeezing your eyes shut and blocking out the world around you. "My head hurts,"

Sylus hums in response, holding you steady against him to avoid jostling you too much as he begins to walk. "I'll make sure to grab you some pain medication. Have you eaten?" When you shake your head no, he doesn't scold you; he just holds you a bit tighter against his chest. "Some food too, then."

You're not sure how long it takes, but you eventually feel him shift you in his grasp, sitting down with you safely cradled in his lap. You feel his thumb brush against your cheek in an attempt to coax you from his neck, but you shake your head no, tightly wrapping your arms around his waist to ensure that you stay right where you are.

"I feel really dizzy," you mumble against his skin, the soft, familiar texture comforting against your lips. You clench the fabric of his sweater in your fists, trying to steady yourself. "Got lost in our own home, Sy, I don't know what's wrong with me… Everything feels so far away except for you."

"Focus on me, then." You feel the vibration of his voice in his chest against yours, his arms adjusting to hold you more firmly against him as he contemplates his next words. One of his hands is pressed against the middle of your back, underneath your shirt, the other against the base of your neck. You rise and fall with his broad ribcage as he breathes slowly, his exhales brushing against your hair. You let yourself melt into him, your hands relaxing their hold on his shirt.

You can't feel anything, but maybe that's okay for now. Maybe this faraway, empty feeling is okay, since you have someone to ground you. Someone to hold your string, so you don't float too far into the atmosphere. You trust Sylus; you know he won't ever let you go.

"Okay," you whisper, pliant in his hold. "I will,"

He hums, satisfied, and you let your mind go until all you can feel is his touch, his body against yours, the soft sound of his breaths, his thumb slowly rubbing back and forth against the skin of your back.

"Sleepy?" he asks quietly, and you nod, only just realizing it. Now that you're relaxed, your mind can finally recognize how truly exhausted you are. "Rest, sweetie. I'm not going anywhere. We'll still be here when you wake up."

it would be so fun to purposely ignore his "leave me alone i'm busy" signals and just poke and prod at him and giggle when he ignores you for like an hour straight. the little tick in his brow when he grits his teeth and tries not to give you the reaction you're clearly craving. like a little crow nipping at a bigger bird and flying away at any hint of retaliation

But in the middle of the night, while dressed in your pajamas and clearly upset? He's only worried.

"What's wrong?" He locks the door, walking over to gently cup your face. Your eyelashes flutter as you almost immediately relax at his touch, leaning into his warmth.

"I can't sleep. How long until your shift is over?" Your arms wrap around him, melting into his hold. He rests his chin on your head, rocking you side to side.

"Not till the morning. You should go home and rest." You make a noise of disappointment, pulling away from the hug with reluctance.

"I can't sleep at home. Can I just sleep here?" He glances over at the couch that he's slept on quite a few nights. It's comfortable enough, especially for your height, and he keeps a blanket on it for this very reason.

"Okay. Come on." He guides you over, probably hovering more than he needs to as you lay down, covering you with the blanket. He adjusts the decorative pillow under your head, but it's really just to admire the way your face has relaxed, no longer exhausted.

When your breathing evens, he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head before reluctantly pulling away to go back to his desk.

But first, he shuts the big light off, instead using the lamp next to his laptop. He'll be called away soon, likely for a consult or an emergency surgery or something like that.