* Will not be fazed in the slightest by jump scares
* Comments on the morality (or lack of) of the characters
* “But why did they do that!” You’d say. “Because they’re evil,” he’d reply, deadpan.
* You pretend to be scared and cuddle into him but Xavier knows you’re pretending and doesn’t care
* Any excuse to be next to you
* Likes existential/space horror
* Secretly is like ‘that’s not how you mend a spaceship! These people are going to die!’
* Handles all the snacks like a pro, but you jump and spill some popcorn. He just thinks you’re so cute
* Covers the plushies eyes when something scary is about to happen because you insist
Zayne
* Is scared but can endure it, he knows there are scarier things in life
* Can stand any gore/body horror because that’s essentially his average work day of what he sees in the operating theatre
* Will bring your favourite plushies for you to both hold onto and protect
* “I heard that horror movies are perfect to bring two people together…” he’d say before holding you. “And now we can get scared together.”
* If you are scared, will turn the lights on for you to sleep and will come with you to the bathroom so you don’t have to walk down the dark corridor by yourself, he will happily go first to make sure everything is okay
Rafayel
* Does not want to watch, but will if you want to
* Will pretend like he is okay but wants to appear tough for you
* Buries his head in your shoulder or lap so he doesn’t have to watch
* Tells you the movie you pick is boring, so annoyed you give up, and switch to a horror movie he chooses, and now you’re both huddled together under the same blanket watching in suspense
* “Rafayelll are you scared? Why are you clinging to me?” “What, no I’m not! You just smell so good today.” He shushes you.
* (He IS clinging to you!)
* Every jumpscare gets him the poor baby :(
Sylus
* Used to a certain level of horror and gore
* Flinches at jumpscares but Luke and Kieran have trained him to brace for them at any time
* Keeps an arm around you to protect you while watching
* Orrr makes you sit in his lap, all cosy
* “Kitten how can you say it’s scary if you’re not even watching?” “It’s scary…” you mumble, and he just smiles, adoring you and puts a hand on your head
* Likes slasher/thriller movies
* Every time a character makes a bad decision, you will hear about it
Caleb
* Will suggest the movie and will actively try to scare you throughout
* He only means well though and he’d stop in a heartbeat if you meant it
* Alone, he can watch some really scary stuff, but tones it down to movies he thinks are a little too silly to be scary to watch with you. Those bad horror movies you like to watch together most and make fun of the characters
* “Are you gonna get scared sleeping tonight now?” he'd ask you. “Of course not! I’m a grown up…” “Rightttt. You better sleep with me, just incase,” he ruffles your hair and carries you to bed
Valko
* Is scared but will be brave enough to watch, fear is what all animals have in common, might as well embrace it
* Wants to hold onto you or touch you. A hand around your ankle, a hand on your back or cuddling you outright is a must
* Will find movies online illegally the day they release
* “Valko how did you even get this?! It just came out!” He nuzzles into your neck laughing, “Now don’t you worry, I’ve got my special methods.”
* His special methods are his very own VPN that he designed, specially for accessing the deepest websites without being detected
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The world was ending. And some strange part of you knew this would happen. Humans were quite horrible. They steal, cheat, destroy without care for the planet, nature or natural order. Nothing new for the N109 zone.
The day the world ended was like any other, you and Sylus were getting ready to attend a fancy restaurant dinner together, investigating a target, but that would have to wait. Honestly, it was annoying, you were really looking forward to eating that steak.
“Sweetie.”
Sylus’s footsteps approach and you remain fixed to the emergency broadcast on the tv.
Imminent planetary destruction. T-50 mins.
You only had 50 minutes to live.
Sylus watched beside you, already changed into his suit for the dinner. When he realised what the announcement was for, he lets out a deep sigh and pulls you into a hug.
His warmth envelopes you like it’s the only life left in the world. And it very well may be. The announcement flickers in and out of view before cutting off completely, leaving you and Sylus huddled together under the light of the red emergency lights.
You can just make out his features in the reflection of the smart screen. He doesn’t look afraid.
“Sylus… what do we do now?” Your cheek rests against his chest. His heartbeat was fast.
He swallows and brings a hand up to your head. “I guess… whatever we like.”
Inside, Sylus’s mind was racing. He thought the end mind come, but not this soon. He thought of how he could make you feel okay about this, like there was anything he could do. He thought about Luke and Kieran. Mephisto. Nothing else but thinking of the ones he loves and tried to protect for so long. Not that you needed his protection, you’d kill him for saying that. But he certainly liked protecting you.
“Boss! Whats going on boss?!” Luke and Kieran burst into the room.
“Boss, what do we do?” Kieran adds.
Clearly, they had seen the announcement. Sylus smiles, they had actually thought to report to him.
“I want you both to do whatever the hell you want,” Sylus speaks loudly and clearly.
“But- boss…”
Luke and Kieran let a sadness pass over their faces. They would have to say goodbye, to you but to Sylus especially. They were forever grateful for him. For giving them the chance to live.
“It’s okay,” Sylus says. “I know what you’re both thinking, you don’t need to say anything.”
Sylus opens out an arm, inviting them to join the hug. They barrell into the both of you and squeeze hard.
“Boss?” They ask.
“Yes.”
“Just… thank you.”
“Of course.”
Sylus is a man of few words, mostly. But he tried to keep it together. None of you were crying, but it felt like you were being ripped apart from the inside.
“Now go do whatever you want,” Sylus says after a moment. “And that’s an order.”
“Yes boss,” they nod, and with a double salute at the both of you, they disappear from the doorway. They let out a few yells of freedom, echoing from far away in the mansion.
A minute after the announcement, loud sounds filled the air.
Bombs, fireworks, cars, planes, utter chaos. And Luke and Kieran were about to join them. No doubt, they’d give it their all. The most mischief they could conjure up would happen.
Both you and Sylus smile at the sound of the twins yelling and turn back to each other.
“What about Mephie?” You ask.
Sylus nods, “let’s go set him free.”
You take his hand and go in search for his nest. There were various he created around the mansion, but luckily you find him quickly. Sylus motions to a bedroom and tugs you inside. Mephisto was on the balcony.
Despite the world ending, the air was pleasant. Like Mother Nature wanted to send an apology. One final way to settle the score between humans and Mother Nature. Nature was kind even when humans were not.
You pull open the iron cast balcony door and admire Mephisto’s nest.
Raven’s collected. Even mechanical ones. And shiny things to be more exact. There was a glittering sea full of so many jewels and luxuries that would make anyone a billionaire.
“Mephisto…” Sylus starts but he pauses. How do you say goodbye to your bird? Your pet? Not just your pet but your own creation, your child? The one you engineered and shaped with your own two hands, has been by your side through countless missions an-
“Mephie… you’re free to go anywhere now. We’d just like you to know.” You say.
Sylus just swallows, waiting beside you.
Mephisto jumps up to a higher jewel encrusted branch and tilts his head.
“You’re free,” Sylus says thickly. Why was this the thing that almost broke him?
Almost. He didn’t even want to think about how to say goodbye to you. He pushes that thought deep into the back of his mind.
Mephisto trains his beady eyes on both of you in turn and dips in what looks like a bow. Even he knew the end of the world was here. Spreading his wings in a wide arc, he flaps before taking off in the wind. You both watch him fly over the city, free.
Below, it was smouldering. In less than a few minutes the world really had descended into chaos. Fireworks bursted into the night sky, polluting the air. Flares from the streets below.
“Even Mephie wanted to be free,” you comment.
“He’s an animal after all,” Sylus just says simply, watching the city as the mechanical bird flies out of sight.
He turns back to you and pulls you in by the waist gently. Sylus brings his forehead to meet yours and you both try to relax.
A bomb goes off somewhere nearby and you flinch. Sylus holds you tighter.
“The end of the world… is really noisy,” you can’t help let out a laugh.
It’s either laugh or cry, and you both knew laughing was the option you'd both pick.
“It really is loud,” Sylus nuzzles his forehead against yours. “I just…” You notice his gaze dips to your lips for just a second, and you don’t mind at all. “I just really want to hear you.”
“Where do you want to go?” You ask.
“Somewhere quiet, where we won’t be disturbed,” the corner of his mouth lifts into a smile.
“Hmm… the firing range?”
He takes in your face, looking for any sign of stress or protest. All he sees is devotion.
“Then let’s go.”
He lets you lead the way there, a little hurried to make the most of the time you both have together. Sylus is happy to slip into a silence thinking about you, listening to your laugh echoing in the mansion he built from the ground up. It lit him up like he was on fire, his love for you. And his need followed.
You laugh, looking back at him, and when you reach the stairs, needing to descend, you have the audacity to let go of his hand to take off your heels. He lets you, before scooping you clean off your feet into his arms.
“Sylus!”
“Relax, I’ve got you.”
You can feel his arm muscles harden beneath you, just slightly. He carries you down the stairs and across the ground floor. You watch his face carefully as he holds you. He looks down occasionally to make sure you’re still smiling at him, and you are.
“Take the couch with us, and your record player,” you suggest.
He looks down at you and lets himself smirk a little.
“Of course, kitten.”
The most comfortable couch and his favourite record player trail behind the both of you as he carries you down the final set of stairs. Past the armoury and into the shooting range.
The room was soundproof, of course, and so you focus on the sound of Sylus’s even footsteps on the ground.
He sets you carefully on your feet, keeping you close with a hand around your waist, as the couch and record player settle gently onto the floor.
“What do you want to play handsome?” You ask him. He still looked calm. A man at the end of the world, and he still looked calm.
“Doesn’t matter,” he replies. But you notice he takes a moment to select what you recognise as his favourite record. He puts it carefully onto the turn table and drops the pin before turning back to you.
“Sylus…” you trail off.
“You know I’m not fond of big speeches, but I want to say this...” He takes your hand and brings it up to the side of your face.
The vinyl crackles and the first track begins to play. By the time it finishes, both of you will not exist. You push that though out of your mind as Sylus kisses your hand, bringing you back.
“Lost for words?” You laugh quietly.
“I just want to make them count.” He says slowly. “...I love you.”
“I love you too, Sylus.”
Despite everything, the both of you smile like idiots. All of this just felt so right. The faint smell of gunpowder and steel faded into the background as Sylus kisses you.
Sylus kisses you like you’re the only thing in his world, and you kiss him back like he’s the only thing in your world. And maybe the truth of it was really that simple. Everything was falling apart, but you both had each other. Always. To the very end.
You tug down on his tie so it loosens, and you feel Sylus give in slightly. Hell, he could not care where he was, except that your lips were on his. His favourite vinyl and being this close to you and Sylus had already entered heaven.
Your mouth is hot and deep on his, and you slowly push his backwards. He feels for the couch behind him with one steady arm and finds it, pulling you onto his lap.
He softens the kiss, bringing a hand up to your chest. You both part slightly. Following his gaze, you find your chest glowing red, emanating from his hand. But it came from you. Sylus could feel your bond pulling tighter and tighter between you.
“Our love,” you pant out, finding his eyes. His left eye lets out a red flash, a reflection. Leaning forward carefully, Sylus holds you as you kiss the corner of his eye. It lifts up in a smile, crinkling.
He keeps his eyes on you as he pulls you closer, in front of him, heart racing. He dips his head slightly, but hovers, giving you every option to protest before he kisses your cheek. Once gently. Before moving to your jaw, pecking kisses along it before touching his lips to your neck.
He chuckles deeply at the sigh it produces from your lips. Even that laugh reverberates against your skin and makes you shiver. Sylus takes his time to wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him in his lap, hands steady against your back.
He dives back in so eagerly, so keen to worship you. Every inch of you. If this life with you was going to be over, he wanted to make you feel good one last time. At least before you find each other in your next life.
He sucks at your neck gently as you cling to him. “S-Sylus?”
“Shhh sweetie, I’ve got you. This is where I want to be. Making you feel good.”
The honesty in his words and deep voice sends a ripple through you as he returns to your neck, letting out small laboured breaths against his shoulder. He brings his hand to the top of your dress where he’s left marks on your skin, just above the red glow.
He asks for your permission like he hasn’t seen you naked a thousand times before. And the raw need in his eyes completely undoes you. You could tell his devotion was deep and pure. Here he was, the leader of Onychinus, the N109 zone’s most feared and dangerous individual, below you, before you, and deeply craving you.
You agree, sharing a smile before you lean forward to kiss him. He runs his hands up and down your spine, like he was committing it to memory. He wanted to remember your love and your body on his until the end of time. His fingers find the zip, and he gently tugs it down. You don’t even notice the chill of the air against your back, so warm and intertwined with him.
Sylus traces over your collarbone before slipping his hand deeper, under the top of your dress. You let out a surprised noise that Sylus smiles at. Damn him. But you couldn’t care less, you were already hazy at his touch.
He palms your breast as he kisses the middle of your chest. Sylus gives you one look, to see the look of bliss in your eyes before he replaces his hand with his mouth.
He sucks, keeping your hips close against his.
Fuck. If this is how the world is going to end. It feels so fucking good, you think.
He laps faster, more ardently. Like having access to you only drives him more crazy. Makes his need worse.
“Sylus,” he lets you call out his name as you run your finger through his hair, cradling him closer. Once he’s satisfied, he pulls back, kissing your resonance mark.
Your eyes look down at his, now clouded in a bliss. “I’m just… so hungry,” he bites his lip. His hair is long since ruffled by your hands, and he looks so cute like this beneath you.
“I’m sorry,” he continues, thinking he’s being too much, but you stop him. Push him back onto the couch gently and finally undo that tie. He catches your hands in his, but doesn’t stop you as your fingers trace down his chest. He takes your wrists gently as you slowly unbutton his black shirt and untuck it.
“Good thing I’m a snack.”
“And a tease.”
He doesn’t bother to take off your dress. He could access the most important thing anyway, so he decides to gather the hem in his hands and pull it up gently. The fabric pools against your stomach and chest as he moves you onto your back. You feel the fabric of his coat at your back, and you realise he must have spread it for you to lay on. Sylus was always this considerate, and you feel tears suddenly swell in your eyes.
Sylus’s firm hands find your thighs to caress them. He kneels and leans over you to press a gentle kiss against your mouth, another even softer against your forehead.
He moves back down your body, and gently opens your thighs. His fingers cuff your ankles, spreading you a tiny bit more open than before. You reach down to cover his hand with your own, watching in anticipation as Sylus gets closer and closer.
“Relax sweetie, I’ve got you.”
He presses a kiss right against your entrance and you realise just how wet you are. Sylus nuzzles you gently, but you’re still so sensitive. The fabric was wet and heavy already, his mouth so so warm. And Sylus was already hard.
As he reaches a finger up to the edge of your underwear, you speak out, “Wait Sylus…” His attention was instantly on you. Was this not what you wanted?
“Sylus, are you sure you want to spend your last moments like this?”
His eyes soften as he looks at you in adoration.
“There’s nothing I want more.”
His stare fixes on you as he settles back between your legs. You reach out to swipe the hair out of his face, before he fully pulls back the fabric and brings his mouth up to you, kissing gently.
The sudden sensation makes you inhale, and with every gentle lick and suck, you feel like you can never catch your breath. Like when you miss a step while walking down the stairs, or when your heart skips a beat, you just don’t feel the same for a while.
And Sylus just makes you feel so good. He moans against you, eating you, and it makes you tremble. That this is what he wanted to do with his time. And he fucking loved it.
Sylus was dying a happy man.
Laying against his coat, coming undone on him like this was the only thing keeping you sane right now. As he guides you through the waves of your orgasm, he takes everything from you until you don’t feel like moving.
He comes to lay beside you, letting you wrap yourself around him, wanting to be as close as possible.
It was at this point you realise the vinyl was still running. You recognise it as track nine of twelve.
“You missed your favourite piece,” you point out, utterly breathless.
“It’s okay sweetie, I heard it.” He nuzzles into your shoulder. “Came so well for me.”
You can’t be any more flushed or embarrassed, so you just shamelessly say, “Want you inside.”
“Hmm, what was that sweetie?” Sylus tilts your chin towards him.
“I want you inside.”
“You sure kitten? I’m already satisfied, I promise.” Sylus had already finished from eating you out. “At the sight of you I couldn’t help-”
“I’m the one not satisfied then,” you tease him.
“We can’t have that now, can we?”
Sylus wasn’t going to complain. He’s always been so happy to indulge you, and at the end of the world he wanted to spoil you.
He holds onto your thigh as he rests gently at your entrance.
His only regret was that he couldn’t have planned this out more. Not like he could have predicted when the end was. But he just hoped that you were happy.
Sylus enters you slowly, making sure to ease in.
“Feels so good,” you sigh, and he kisses your cheek, pulling you into the crook of his neck. Your hips move to meet his instinctively.
He inhales and exhales, trying to calm his racing heart but he gives up and just loses himself in your warmth. So fucking wet and warm for him.
“That’s it…” he encourages you, holding you in just the way he knows you like. “That’s it. You’re taking me so well, yeah?”
“Mmhmm.”
Sylus imagines that that this life never ends. That the record keeps playing and doesn’t stop after the final track. But he also knows that his book has already been written. And that your fate is inevitably tied to his. That was more than enough.
“Just wanna be close to you,” you breathe out, hand across his back and in his hair.
“Me too sweetie. I’m right here.”
He strokes your hair, wrapping your body in his arms. You meet his eyes and can’t look away, wanting to memorise every fleck of colour, feeling of safety.
Sylus calls your name softly, “… thank you for making me so happy.” You let out a small sob, senses completely overwhelmed, but Sylus continues, adamant to let you know he loves you. Always and forever. “I love you, and I’ve cherished every moment with you. You’re the light of my life sweetie, don’t forget that.”
You rest your forehead close against his, sure and calm. “I won’t forget, I swear it… I love you Sylus.”
He pulls you closer one last time. The vinyl stops playing.
There was no panic in your eyes as the world ended. And Sylus was relieved to see that there wasn’t. Only pure love. For him.
If humans were so horrible, horrible enough to destroy a whole world a million times over, it didn’t matter to Sylus. He would be just as greedy to know you in every lifetime.
In the end, you don’t remember when the world collapsed in his arms.
It just…
did.
You and Sylus wrapped in each others arms, your minds and bodies made a silent vow, resonating in the dark of a decaying world: this wasn’t going to be the end.
You’d find one another again. And that was a promise.
summary: you don't want to get out of bed, and Rafayel respects that entirely, keeping you company and in high spirits.
tags: wanting to stay in bed, established relationship, domestic fluff, hurt/comfort, caretaker Rafayel, emotional comfort, cuddling, hair stroking, pet names, acts of service, soft Rafayel
wc: 0.5k
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Rafayel is kind with his actions, when you look closely.
“Is my little fishie still in bed?”
Rafayel comes into your bedroom, undoing his tie. A fancy lunch with potential exhibit investors was to blame, and he was glad to be back home.
He smiles affectionately as his eyes come to rest across your figure still in bed, crackers that have been munched on and water sipped from. All brought to your side before he left.
“Mmm hmm,” you reply, not even bothering to move but you raise your head slightly. You watch him take off his shirt and swap his pants for something more comfortable.
“Good, I didn’t miss the party going on in here," he says softly.
From anyone else that would sound sarcastic, but as he gently comes into bed next to you and hugs you from behind, you know he is being genuine.
“Did I miss anything?” Rafayel asks you, joining you to gaze out of the bedroom window together.
“Only a pigeon that flew by.”
“Only a pigeon?” He asks. “That poor pigeon. Just living life and you don’t appreciate it.”
He smiles against your shoulder as you tangle your legs with his.
“And there was a flying insect. I think it was lost because it wanted to come inside.”
“See... it just knew you were in here, and it wanted to be cosy too.”
You nod.
“Would you look after me if I was that bug? Or would you squish me?” He asks seriously.
You laugh and he glows at the sound. “Of course I would.”
“Hey! I knew you would squish me!”
“No! I meant of course I would look after you, silly. I’d make sure to feed you what you can eat. And I wouldn’t put you in a container, I’d let you fly around wherever you please.”
“Then what if a pigeon eats me…”
“Enough of that silly," you twist to poke his cheek playfully. "I will look after you, don't worry." He nuzzles closer into your hand.
"How was your lunch?” you ask.
“So boringgg…”
Rafayel is kind with his words, when you look closely.
This is how he comforts you on a day when you don’t want to go anywhere or get out of bed. He doesn’t think it’s shameful. Everyone feels like that at some point in their life, and if anyone is to understand it, it would be him.
Rafayel will stay with you, keep you fed and hydrated, warm and cosy even when your thoughts are racing. He will ask you silly questions to distract you. He’d suggest you both go for a walk on the beach at sunset, even offering to carry you the whole way. Whatever you feel like, he’d respect.
As the peaceful day comes to an end, you look up at him. “Raf… thank you for looking after me.” Rafayel is half engrossed in reading a fashion magazine but he's still very present.
He looks down at you resting in his lap and stokes your hair gently with a tilt of his head.
“No problem cutie, that’s my job. And for you, my services are free of charge. Remember, because you’re my VIP.”
a/n: big thanks to anon for this wonderful idea <33 hopefully I could do it some justice!
Xavier
* So so very respectful
* Really engages with your history and life stories, so curious about your journey and what makes you, you
* “Can you tell me more about your grandparents, they seem wonderful.”
* Asks about you memories of parents, cousins etc. and random stories
* Is nervous but will happily meet your family and stay with them for a bit
* Is pleasantly surprised with the dynamic. It’s louder in the house than he’s used to, but he doesn’t mind it. Xavier can see it’s a house full of love
* You go looking for Xavier and you’re surprised (but not really), to find him getting along with your family or spending time with your pets or in the garden
* “I can see you grew up so well loved,” he whispers as he holds you close. “I don’t want to leave just yet… can we stay a week longer?”
Zayne
* Before you both go back to your home country, makes and practices the food you love to eat from home
* With his busy schedule he doesn’t cook often, but when when does he makes sure it’s something for you especially
* When he visits with you, is literally in heaven trying the food
* “Oh, so this is how it’s supposed to taste. There’s no way mine can compare to this.”
* Will try any food, no matter what it is because he knows you like it or it’s a traditional dish he wants to try
* And that’s just the savoury! When it comes to deserts, best of luck dragging him away
* Will make the most of being in your home country to access the local ingredients and visit restaurants
* Is so sad when he gets backs and he has to readjust to eating microwaved meals and an occasional sweet throughout his work day
Rafayel
* Knows some basic words and will point to things and name them
* As soon as you’re off the plane is like “Car”, “cat”, etc. and will poke you to tell him he is doing well
* Learns more abstract words too like “love” and would point to you, cute things like that
* Has already searched for galleries in the area where you are staying but will consult you on whether or not they are worth visiting
* Always tells you how smart you are, but seeing you navigate with ease impresses him so much. Whether it driving, walking, transport, you can do it all with ease, pointing out hidden shops and places that only someone familiar would know
* “So my little fishie is both my bodyguard and my tour guide, I’m thoroughly impressed.”
* Holds your hand the entire time, won’t let go. Needs your guidance
* Happily will follow you around to wherever you say is good and asks your opinion on every location
* Feels very honoured if he has the opportunity to wear cultural dress!
Sylus
* Would not be surprised if Sylus already knows how to speak your language
* And would secretly learn more sentences so he can order from restaurants, comment on the scenery etc., all in order to impress you
* Nothing compares to the smile that spreads across his face hearing you hold a long conversation in your language with another local
* He just stands there looking pretty having no idea what you are saying but just listening to your voice, absorbing every word and syllable
* He picks out a few words, but he gives up understanding you
* Sylus understands that you are introducing him, and he nervously and completely out of his depth is able to answer back. Seeing Sylus like that, trying anyway, sparks something deep in your heart
* “Sweetie… when we get back home you’re going to have to teach me some more…” he’d whisper in your ear. “Please?”
* Will actually melt when you speak to him in your language when it’s just the two of you in bed and will ask you to speak it more around him
Caleb
* Does not know how he is going to survive because you are so attractive to him
* Everything you do, day to day, is done with such an ease he kind of doesn’t know how to react
* He is completely aware that he doesn’t need you here. It’s him that needs you to navigate, speak and help him. This challenges him a little at first I think, but he lets himself rely on you
* Will carry all the bags!! Is so happy to be useful
* Especially when you’re at the markets or shopping
* “I’ll let you do the talking… I’m just the muscles,” he laughs.
* If people look at him and speak, he’d ask you what they're talking about: “I hope they’re talking about how amazing I look carrying everything.”
* Tries and fails to not stare at you so in your element. There was such a light to your eyes and voice that takes Caleb aback almost every time
* Just enamoured that you are so so comfortable and happy here
Valko
* Takes photos of you at all times, to the point where you wonder where all those are going to go
* When you develop the photos a few months later, you get emotional all over again, thinking about how sweet he was
* Would involve spending time outdoors in nature, maybe spots you used to camp at as a child, or just anywhere with a nice view
* Loves seeing all the landscapes and sites with you
* “Now just stand right there and look pretty,” he says taking your photo. “I came for the view but there’s another beauty right here in my arms,” he teases you.
* Buys little matching souvenirs from the small towns you visit, where craftsmen make their own jewellery, clothes, grow their own food etc: “Tell the shopkeeper it’s important we get the cutest one’s.”
* Some places you visit, picked out by him, are places you’ve never been!! But you’re both having the best time
“Let’s not move for the whole weekend. I really want to hold you just like this.”
a/n: @bloomaton thank you for your idea of a cosy Sylus fic inspired by this Rafayel one I wrote! This is a little different but I hope it’s still comforting <33
summary: after a long week, Sylus makes sure you spend the entire weekend relaxing in his arms.
tags: established relationship, domestic fluff, hurt/comfort, caretaker Sylus, acts of service, physical touch, sleepy cuddles, wearing his clothes, soft Sylus, pet names, cosy weekend, minecraft longplays
wc: 0.9k
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“You’re not even going to get changed first sweetie?” Sylus’s amused voice drifted across the room, gaze landing on you face down on top of his bedsheets.
“Nope,” you smile.
The Sylus of the past would worry that his sheets are being disturbed. But it was because of you. So that didn’t really count for anything.
As soon as you told Sylus you were finishing early, he let you know that it wasn’t a problem. He was still coming to pick you up. It was a Friday night after all, and you had both decided spending a cosy weekend together would be simply amazing.
You reach for one of the takeaway cups on his nightstand. Taking a sip, the warm hot chocolate fills your senses. Sylus picked you up in his car with them, deciding not to take his RX-116 motorcycle. He wanted you to be warm and relaxed. And the between the classical music playing in the background, Sylus’s steady driving and the hot chocolate, the ride to Sylus’s home was definitely comfortable.
He looks at you to see your eyes closed in comfort.
“Make yourself at home,” he smiles, removing the cuff links from his shirt. He was even letting you drink on his bed - what had gotten into him!
“I think I will.”
He lets out a wonderful laugh, that makes you impatient. His bed already smelt like him, and was super comfy, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted to cuddle with him.
You continue sipping your drink as he takes off his watch, putting into his watch drawer in the walk in closet. He moves out of sight for a moment before coming back with a set of clothes.
“Here, my guest should be comfortable,” he sets it down on the bed for you.
You hardly want to move, but getting changed and getting closer to Sylus is the goal you are happy to move for.
You get changed into the luxurious sleepwear and it’s way too big.
“Sweetie, it fits you perfectly.”
“Hmph. Just because you’re so big…”
He shakes his head in feigned annoyance. “You can get in you know.”
“Good, I’ll get away from your teasing.”
Sylus takes a moment to watch you open his sheets and jump inside. You give him a look and he starts, coming to his own side and getting in.
He opens his arms and you fall into them. So warm and strong, it feels like you could fall asleep in his arms forever. His arms settle around your waist and pull you closer.
“Did you miss me today?” He asks softly.
“So much you don’t even know it. Need to stay like this forever.”
Sylus leans down to your face curled against his chest, and rubs your forehead with his.
“Okay,” he says. “Then let’s stay here forever.”
-/-/-
At some point in the night you get hungry.
“Sylus, can you make me some food?”
“How brazen. Will you be helping me?” he asks.
“… nevermind.”
“The bottom door of the nightstand is a mini fridge. What did you want to eat?” He takes your hand.
“Wait seriously!” You almost jump up to face him. His serious expression meets you. “You’re the best Sylus.”
“I know sweetie.”
Miraculously, Sylus’s bedroom mini fridge has an assortment of snacks, fruits and drinks.
“So you do eat in bed!” You point at Sylus’s shoulder.
“Not really… I just know you like these foods.”
You let out a small pout at his kindness before you both arrange the snacks, sitting up in bed.
Sylus has a massive wall mounted tv in his bedroom. And you plan to take full advantage of it.
“If you want… you can put those bricks on,” Sylus says, munching beside you.
“Minecraft?” You laugh.
“Yes… Minecraft.”
Recently you had been putting on Minecraft longplays on YouTube. They helped you sleep, and Sylus was very content to watch them since you introduced them to him. He grew to love them so much.
The sounds of rain and mining filled the room, at the perfect volume for it to be cosy.
He holds his right arm around your lower back and hip, hand resting on the outside of your thigh. Even with his left non-dominant hand, he was able to feed you whatever you wanted.
His hand automatically caresses you, and you fall deeper into his side.
“You falling asleep kitten?” Sylus asks you.
“Yeah.”
“Come closer and lie down then, you’ll be more comfortable.”
“Yeah,” you mumble.
Sylus gently guides you to lie back, putting a pillow under your head and making sure you’re okay. Your arm reaches out for him and he lies directly behind you. His arm drapes over you lazily and you pull it against your chest, fingers intertwined.
“Are you comfortable?” Sylus’s voice is deep, and he speaks against your hair. It’s huskier than usual.
You smile, “So comfortable.”
Sylus was so warm against you, a personal heater. Minecraft was playing in the background. You were relaxing in Sylus’s bed, in his clothes. What could be better than this?
He moves to kiss your cheek gently, before moving to let his other hand stroke your hair.
“Let’s not move for the whole weekend. I really want to hold you just like this.”
You hum in agreement and he settles down into you closer. His heartbeat calmed you down, as your own moved to match his.
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summary: friends with benefits care about each other more than they realise
tags: friends with benefits, mutual pining, emotional hurt/comfort, implied sexual content, emotional vulnerability, crying, first kiss, mention of general grief/sadness
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You knew it was wrong when you stepped out into the cold night at the beep of Caleb’s car. It was wrong to go and meet him tonight, and you weren’t going to at first. But then he said he didn’t have a good day either. Do two wrongs make one right?
You try to walk slowly so your skirt doesn’t completely ride up your thighs, even though in an hour it would be discarded anyway, lost in the darkness or below Caleb’s leather seats.
He smiles at you with a tip of his head when you get in and you smile back, genuinely so glad to see him. Caleb didn’t know about your pain, and you didn’t know about his. Only that when you were together like this, it didn’t matter. And you didn’t ask. You happily slip into the performance.
“Bad day too?” He starts, reversing out the driveway.
“Yeah, just the usual. You?”
“Something like that. But I’m here to make it better”.
You glance between his lips and his eyes, that were already turned to the road. He slips a hand onto your thigh like he usually does and turns onto the highway. Where was he going tonight? You wanted to ask but the words died in your throat as you start to drown in your thoughts. Your grief.
“You okay?” Caleb asks, worried. “You’re quiet.”
Don’t ask me that, you wanted to say. Don’t ask me that or I’ll spill everything and… I can’t do that to anyone. A further part of your mind thinks, that if you had to tell anyone, it would be Caleb. You knew he didn’t judge, that’s why you did this in the first place - you trusted one another.
You put your hand over his own and nod, “I’m fine.”
Caleb watches your response and doesn’t reply. You knew he didn’t buy it, but you’re pleased he didn’t press for details. Instead, he winds down the windows and turns the music louder. The air blows in on your faces and you look to him beside you. There is something so carefree about how his dark hair flickers in the wind, a sparkle in his eyes.
There was nowhere better Caleb wanted to be right now.
A little after ten, the car turned into a dark car park off the highway, hidden. Caleb cuts the light in the car but doesn’t move.
“You wanna get in the back?” He asks quietly.
You feel your eyes widen. Why was he asking like he cared? Why was he looking at me like that?
“Yeah, let’s go.”
When you get in the back, Caleb just hold his hands out.
“What are you doing?” You instinctively draw back.
“You’re not okay,” he states, voice breaking.
“No Caleb I’m not okay,” your voice raises, and you try to continue but nothing else can come out.
He just sits back, defeated, and you watch him carefully. He lets you touch his chest, drifting lower. He helps you undo his belt, fingers brushing over yours. His eyes never leave yours. Why was he not… he was more reserved tonight. He’s waiting for you to make the moves. You figure he just wants you to take the lead.
You undo his belt and encourage him to take off his pants. Caleb tries to cup your face, but you just look up at him. As soon as you see his relaxed expression and a nod, you move closer.
He runs a finger along your bottom lip and lets out a relaxed sigh as he brings your mouth up to him slowly.
You relax as he places a careful hand on the back of your head, gently running a hand through it, massaging your scalp. It only makes you like Caleb more.
He says your name, not in pleasure. And you stop immediately and look up at him.
“Can you come sit on my lap?”
He helps you up and you straddle him, pants half way down his legs. You can feel him against your tights under your skirt and you feel him get more excited. Caleb wraps his arms around you and pulls you against him. You rock forward, and his breath hitches into your ear. Cute. You hold onto his shoulders.
Suddenly, this all felt too much. The feeling of Caleb hugging you. This whole night had been really slow, it didn’t have that same thirst as the times before.
He tugs your hips flush against his so you stop squirming. You can hear his breathing as he brings his hands up to your face and kisses your hair. It was only until he kept going, kissing your temple, that you realised something was different.
“Caleb…” you swallow. “What are you doing?”
“I can’t do anything if you’re in pain… I won’t,” he replies firmly.
You don’t know how to respond, but Caleb just draws back and looks into your eyes. You look away. We shouldn’t even be doing this, why was he watching me like that.
He calls your name again, and it’s softer. He gives you time, waits for you to turn before looking at you.
Caleb unflinchingly looks into your eyes, flecked with pain. You don’t have anything to say.
“Well aren't you gonna kiss me?” He asks quietly.
A smile forms in the corner of your mouth. “Would you like that?”
“Would it help the pain?” He says desperately.
You take a breath. “Yes.”
“It would help with mine too.” Caleb rests his forehead against yours.
“Are you sure?”
There was so many things you did with Caleb. So many crazy things, but a kiss had to be the thing that somehow felt like taking a big step. More like a leap off a cliff.
“I’m sure,” he whispers, bringing a hand up to the side of your face. “I’m so sure.”
He watches you and leans back slightly. He watches you as your lips follow his and press a light kiss. You don’t need to draw back fully to see his reaction as he wraps you in his arms and kisses you back. Caleb’s kiss is strong and steady, just like his arms, and you can’t help but melt into him in a rush of emotion.
You don’t know when it started, but you’re suddenly crying, and trying to focus on kissing him back. Caleb draws back, sinking lower into the backseat and takes you with him. His eyes look so soft, and when he kisses you again, it’s slow and reassuring.
When he draws back again you try to stop your tears by biting your lip. Caleb is still looking up at you from beneath, like you’re a god, completely unfazed by your tear streaked face.
He pulls you into his chest and you collapse completely into him.
“You can let it all out with me. I won’t judge, I promise.” He brings his hand up to your head, and strokes it, holding you against him.
You bite your lip and shut your eyes. Caleb shouldn’t be able to support me like this. Even though he was the only one to quiet the pain.
“I promise, I promise,” is all Caleb whispers over and over again.
“I’m sorry… you shouldn’t see me like this.” You say, trying to come to your senses.
“I know you only want to show me your good sides. But I don’t want you to act with me.” Caleb says. “Let’s just… stay like this and then I’ll drive you back home.”
You only relax into his arms and nod, bringing a hand up to his chest. You hold onto the fabric as he lets you cry everything out.
All Caleb can think about is how much pain you must be in, and he finds himself wanting to protect you. He wanted nothing more than to ask why you were in this much sadness.
Hours later, you find the strength the get up off Caleb and all your cells scream for him. You didn’t want to leave.
He drove you home, his hand resting on the back of your headrest. He wanted to comfort you still.
He fixes your clothes once again, even though he fixed your shirt multiple times, smoothed your skirt out, since you got up from being entangled. You watch his eyes on you, as he seems to find more and more things to adjust. He was drawing this out. Why?
“If you need a shoulder to cry on…”
Your eyes rise to his, "I’m really sorry Caleb-"
"No. I’ll be here for you."
He wasn’t mad. He didn’t think you were silly.
"I already make you feel good," he winks, trying to lighten the air. "The least I can do is help you feel better."
You nod, before leaving him and heading inside.
You keep thinking that he doesn’t owe that to you. That’s not what you call each other for when you’re insanely touch starved and horny at god knows what hour.
You weren’t wrong to want to see Caleb tonight. That’s all you can think as you slip into bed, not bothering to shower. You could still smell Caleb on your skin and you relax into the sheets. You don’t cry for the rest of the night, you let it all out with Caleb.
You just relax into his smell and you’re asleep in minutes.
Caleb on the other hand, laid looking at his phone on his nightstand before rolling over. He held a pillow to his chest, pretending it was you.
There was so much he wanted to say to you, he just hoped that tonight had been comforting for you. As much as he usually gets you out of your thoughts, he hoped he hadn’t made it worse.
He’d ring you in the morning. He had to know if you were okay. But… he’d give it the night. Just to make sure that when he wakes up, what you did willingly wasn’t a dream. That kiss wasn’t a dream.
"Sleep. You've worked hard today, and I'm proud of you."
summary: After an exhausting day at work, Xavier makes your bath and bedtime relaxation routine extra special.
tags: established relationship, domestic fluff, hurt/comfort, work stress, slight drinking mention, caretaker Xavier, Xavier uses his Evol, light powers, bathing, sleepy cuddles, kissing, teasing, slightly suggestive, praise, soft Xavier
wc: 1.3k
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“Hey! You’re back from work, how was it?” Xavier greets you. You get the vague sense he’s resorted to a microwave meal without you to cook for him, but you are far too tired to question anything.
You come closer, and rest your head into his chest, “Xavie…” you mumble.
“That bad huh?” He says quietly, bringing an arm around your waist.
“Just draining… so so draining.”
You loved social gatherings, but to have a work dinner following a full day of work was too much to handle today.
“Have you eaten?” Xavier asks, eyes carefully watching you. He thinks you’ve been drinking from the way you cling onto him and he thinks it’s so cute.
“Yes I've eaten,” you mumble, muffled by his cosy hoodie.
Xavier strokes your hair gently, “If you want to have a bath, I can run it for you?”
A bath. A bath sounds so nice.
“Yes please,” you draw back and look at Xavier. “If it’s not too much trouble.”
“Of course not,” he kisses your forehead and hugs you softly before leading you into the bathroom. “You should relax after a hard day of work.”
He turns on the water and helps you undress and lower yourself into the water. It was perfect temperature, Xavier had checked. Warm and calming, loosening your muscles and mind.
“Thank you Xavie” you say as you reach out to him with a hand. He’s kneeling next to the bathtub. Xavier takes your hand in his and gently presses a kiss to your knuckles before his eyes rise to meet yours.
You both talk about how your day was briefly, before Xavier leaves you, “Did you want me to bring you anything?”
“Uh… maybe some clothes?” You laugh, looking around the bathroom and Xavier smiles.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got pajama pants and a hoodie ready for you to wear.”
“But does the hoodie smell like you?” You ask raising an eyebrow.
He laughs, “Yes, it smells like me.”
“Good.”
“Anything else you want me to get you?” he asks.
“Uh… actually would you be able to lend me your light?”
Xavier comes back to you and reaches behind the top of your head. When he draws his hand back, a small ball of light floats above his palm. “With my Evol, like this?”
I nod and watch as Xavier closes his hands together, cupping his palms. When he releases, dozens of tiny lights separate from his fingers to fill the room. He turns off the main bathroom light and it’s magical. The lights reflect in the water of the bathtub and cast a soft glow across both of your faces.
“If you need anything, call out to me or message okay?” You agree and Xavier goes back to reheating his dinner. You hear the microwave door and button dial in the distance.
Blending into background noise, you let out some breaths and close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of weightlessness in the water. No one expecting anything from you, you not expecting anything from anyone.
A significant amount of time later, you start to feel warm despite the water cooling down. Gently blinking your eyes open, Xavier lights had gathered around you, providing warmth.
You decide to text him, and hold your phone tight as to not drop it into the water.
You: hey what are you up to?
Xavier: Just sitting in bed, why?
As his reply comes through, the little lights pulse brighter. Some seem to follow your laugh, twining into your hair.
You: What are you thinking about?
Xavier: Nothing really
The lights were interested in settling on your skin, and this gave Xavier away.
He was thinking about you.
And you were thinking about him too at this time of the night. All bundled up in bed, glasses keeping him company. His hair ruffled.
You: Are you thinking about me?
The lights glimmered once again.
Xavier: I’m always thinking about you.
You nuzzle into the small balls of light, wondering if he could feel it. Probably not, but they were just so cute.
You rest against them in comfort for a while before opening up your phone.
You: I’m gonna come to bed now.
The lights buzzed and immediately moved to line up in a little row leading to the bathroom door, like a strip of landing lights.
Xavier: Okay
You couldn’t be bothered to dress your self fully, so you slip on Xavier’s hoodie. It smelt like him and you relaxed into the soft feel. You towel dry the small amount of hair that got wet from the bath before turning back to the lights. They were blinking, showing the way like a little invitation.
Slowly, you pass through the hallway, guided by the small balls of light, lining the ground. As you push open the bedroom door, the lights form an arrow pointing towards Xavier who was sitting up in bed.
“It appears there was a light to guide me here,” you say with a teasing smile while looking at Xavier.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He puts down the book he was pretending to read and looks back at you. Absolutely stunning.
As you pull back the covers and jump in, the room darkens. Xavier must have dimmed the bedroom lamp. There was a trail of light under the covers, like a trail of ants, leading from your side to his.
“Hmmm what’s this,” you slide a hand across the mattress, following the light trail. As the blanket moves you can see more and more of the trail… leading directly to Xavier lap.
“It must want you to follow it,” Xavier replies quietly. There was the slightest bit of mischief in his voice. It was a voice and presence that made you feel like nothing you do could be embarrassing in front of him. That hard day at work was so far away now.
Xavier takes your hand as you move to straddle him. He lets out a noise that seems to say he didn’t expect you to be so bold.
“Are you feeling better now… after your bath?” He asks innocently.
“Much much better Xavier,” you respond tilting your head.
“I know you’re ready to annoy me now,” he says, smiling. “You’re in a happier mood.”
“Then you can be happily annoyed,” you run a hand down the side of his neck gently.
“Then I will be happily annoyed,” he admits.
You pretend to get comfortable on his lap, shifting slightly until you feel his hands gently at your waist.
“Did you enjoy imagining me in the bath Xavie?” you ask playfully.
His ears redden but he wasn’t ready to back down. “I did actually.” His tone drops lower, “But I bet you liked me using my Evol on you.”
“Y-yeah.”
It was always like this with Xavier. Pretending to have the upper hand when really, it felt like you weren’t the one in control after all.
Xavier lets out a quiet laugh at your blush and pulls you closer, rubbing a hand calmly down your spine and back up again.
“You’re tired, you should sleep,” Xavier whispers, almost instigating you.
You can’t deny it though, you were completely exhausted.
“Sleep, and I’ll wake you up with something special.”
Quickly you pull your head up from his chest to look at him, eyebrows raised, “Oh?”
He just smiles that usual innocent smile. “I don’t know what you’re thinking…”
Your lips purse as you shake your head at him. “You know exactly what I’m thinking.”
He just shushes you playfully and pulls you back against his chest. You wiggle around slightly and he tries to keep his arms around you. Eventually tired of playing around, you rest in his arms, back flush to his chest.
The air settles down as you settle into his touch, ready for bed.
Xavier leans forward and kisses your temple so tenderly, over and over again. “Sleep. You’ve worked hard today, and I’m proud of you.”
You murmur a reply. As sleep overcomes you, in that odd state of being half awake, you can hear Xavier talking to you, complimenting you. Kissing the top of your head and your hair gently. Until you finally fall asleep.
Sylus calls your name and you hear it over the wind. It’s gentle and cradles your heart more than you can admit to him.
It’s carried over the wind that is picking up, blowing the tall reeds you stand in about your calves. The reeds are dry and Sylus’s steps crunch as he approaches you slowly. His white shirt crumples like the wings of a butterfly in the wind.
“Sweetie I’m here,” he touches your shoulder and you don’t brush him off this time. You needed some comfort, you needed him.
“How did you find me?” You say to him absently. The storm was rolling in like it always does in this scene. The storm was approaching. Never reaching you, but painting the sky a violent inky black.
“I never want to lose you,” he replies quietly, and you feel the weight of his words.
He must have been worried knowing you left the village without telling anyone to come to the fields. You needed space but you’re suddenly aware he needed reassurance.
“I’m sorry,” you turn to him, failing to not feel guilty. How sweet it is to have something so well loved that it hurts when they’re gone.
His eyes soften into your blank gaze as he gathers you in his arms. You squeeze back as the wind blows your long skirt around your bodies. A careful dragon wing extends to keep you sheltered from the wind.
You hear it flap in the wind, a sigh of leather as Sylus says nothing, holding you to his chest.
“Sylus… could you stay here with me?” You ask, muffled by his neck.
“Yes,” he replies immediately and even that breaks your heart. That he’s willing to be with you. He’s willing to hold you when you’re like this.
You blink back your tears and the wind dries them away. You work together with nature. Your cotton skirt tendrils around both of your legs when you lie together in the grass, hair fluttering in the breeze like grass stems. He clasps your hand and brings it up to his chest. “I’ve got you.”
The air is thick with sadness and storm. Your heart is strangely dormant.
“This is where I come when it gets bad…” you admit.
“Where you went the other week?” He clarifies.
“Yeah.”
You listen to the breeze rustling the dry grass, stare up at the roiling sky steeped in rich thunderclouds ready to break at any time. They won’t anytime soon, as nature controlled them. But they’re there.
“It’s where I wander to when I can’t stop my thoughts. Where I can stop thinking and just… exist away from everything.”
Sylus looks down at you and you swear you see his heart breaking on his face. You stare at the clouds above you instead.
He only squeezes your hand against his chest as he nuzzles your head.
“Then I’ll stay here with you. Keep you company. So this time doesn’t feel so numb.”
You relish into his touch as your eyes flutter closed. Sylus kisses your forehead as you realise this is how you cope with your emotions.
You can’t feel anything, you can barely feel your body laying here. Probably wouldn’t at all if Sylus wasn’t here by your side.
He cradles you, arm around your waist as you both gaze absently up into the clouds.
People would draw figures in the clouds but these ones were thick and heavy. There wasn’t anything to discern, just grey gradients and graphite.
A tear slips down your cheek and Sylus kisses the top of your head. You wanted to cry more but couldn’t. Your heart was too heavy and your mind too full to do that. Your body too disconnected.
“I… feel… really quiet.”
You hope Sylus gets what you mean. And he does.
“That’s okay sweetie,” he responds. “I see you. Don’t feel small okay?”
You squeeze his hand in response. Even that feels like all your effort has gone into the action.
When it starts to rain, Sylus collects you in his arms, sitting, and shelters you with his wing. Water pools around, dampening the reeds, the air, and releasing your heart completely with a sigh.
Sylus keeps whispering to you words of comfort in between the rain pattering on his wings. You sink deeper into him as you relax.
You just had to stick out this feeling of apathy.
“When you want to go home… I’ll fly you.”
It was such a simple phrase that gave you so much comfort. He held you close still, and would wait for you to tell him you were ready to go home.
When you’re ready, you tell Sylus, and he slowly stands up.
“Okay… now hold onto me tight.”
You already are, but you try to settle into his arms, getting ready for the takeoff. Sylus flaps his wings, and the cool wind rustles your hair.
“Are you getting rained on?” Sylus asks. He’s trying to cover you as much as possible, but with the cold air and the storm breaking it was hard to avoid the rain, even if you were flying in the opposite direction.
Sylus keeps you close as he flies you back home.
Inside the cottage, it seems the rain had followed. It was really storming now, the rain pelting down on the wooden roof, but you were safe inside.
Sylus sits behind you on your bed, bringing a clean cloth up to your hair to dry it. His hands work away as you absentmindedly munch on a small helping of bread and wine.
“Damn this bread is good,” you say with a small laugh.
Sylus’s heart leaps, so happy to hear you happy. Even if it was about some random piece of bread.
Sylus let’s out a deep laugh from behind you. He uses the dry corners of the cloth to dry off his own wet hair before resting his cheek on your shoulder blade as you drink the wine. It's sweet.
“Do you want to lay down?” He asks.
You nod. You were suddenly overwhelmed and wanted to say more to Sylus, but felt so tired you couldn’t.
“It’s okay, let me.”
He takes off your soaked boots and changes your wet socks into soft fluffy cotton ones, before helping you inside the sheets and cuddling you from behind. The bed creaks slightly as he readjusts closer to you. You both wiggle closer to the window projecting the now, night sky.
“If you want to sleep, sleep. If you want to watch the rain, I’ll be here beside you.”
Your eyes fall to the open window where a calming breeze and fresh air flows through. Where he holds you feels rewarding, a safe comfort to die for in an unstable environment.
Your arms wrap around his as your body settles down in his touch. Sylus calls your name, soft and unhurried, and you melt under his voice. It’s gentle and cradles your heart.
You turn your neck to look at his face, illuminated in the soft moonlight and reach out a finger to brush the hair out of his eyes.
“I’m right here okay.”
You’ve never felt so vulnerable, but in front of Sylus, seen. Held.
There was a quiet and steady fondness in his eyes as he looks at you, and you realise everything would be okay.
