#lilac.asks

But all sylus can see is a cutie pootie whose trying to be scary but fails

yesss omg...imagine having BOTH yandere hero!caleb and yandere villain sylus after you...poor (lucky) reader!!

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Your trembling hands almost drop the gun as you raise it and point directly at Sylus' chest. Yes, that Sylus. The most feared and legendary villain in the N109 Zone. But you've survived this far competing with him, who's to say you're not strong enough to defeat him?

"You stole my heist the other day," you hope your voice sounds more steady than you feel, but those prayers go unanswered as the words are pitched with nerves.

"Oh? What's this, sweetie? Don't tell me you're ending our little game this quickly?" The ruthless smirk on his face makes your heart beat so fast it's all you can hear. It's the expression he makes when he's about to end someone.

"D-don't think I won't!" You stammer, blinking.

He hums, unimpressed, before extending a hand. You flinch back on impulse, watching wide-eyed as his palm clutches the gun barrel and slowly directs it to aim at his head.

"Here is a much more efficient spot, kitten. You should know this by now, hm?"

You gape, doe eyes darting away from his. Pull the trigger, your mind screams, but you remain frozen, breath seizing as his long fingers just slightly caress yours from where you both hold the gun.

The warmth of his callouses sends tingle up your spine. He steps closer, tugging at the gun. You let out a quiet sound of protest, stubbornly clutching the weapon, and he chuckles as he easily pries it from your grasp.

"Now," Sylus steps behind you, firm chest to your back and lips to your earlobe. You let out a half whimper half gasp, practically fearing for your life now.

"I knew you couldn't bring yourself to do it. You're hardly a match for me," you feel his nose press against your hair, and you realize with growing horror that he's inhaling the scent.

"Though, you have potential. If you agree to be my ally, perhaps I'll be willing to overlook this incident."

Omg the man is not condescending yet so sweet at the same time while we have a mental breakdown over it.

@poserbowser @sylvieisoffline  @anon34570

yess ofc 😍 here's an aftermath/continuation of this drabble. lemme know if you guys want some more, potentially of them actually getting together/more of caleb just chasing lol

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You don’t stray near rooftops anymore.

When you go out on patrols, it’s at a later time at usual, and you stick grounded to the streets, prowling down alleyways and backroads. It’s more dangerous, and you’ve had to shake off a fair share of meddlesome rookie thieves, but it’s better than what you know is lurking over those buildings.

Sometimes, you swear you can feel his intense stare on you, can see a darkened figure looming nearby. You’re quick to press yourself up against a wall, heart pounding as if waiting for him to materialize in front of you. When nothing comes, you realize it’s just your own paranoia.

You haven’t seen Caleb since that day, two weeks ago. You had stood there, trembling and wide-eyed, when he gave that whole earth-shattering confession that’d changed your life. Then you snapped to your senses and ordered him to leave immediately, albeit with a shaky voice. His gaze had narrowed, as if you were an unruly child he was irritated by— and by that point you were sure he was never going to leave— until those eyes rounded dejectedly and he left.

You spent days after that just huddled up in your apartment, villain suit stashed in the back of your closet, wondering what to make of everything.

The confession was one thing. It would be simple if it were a normal crush, but you can tell it is far from that. Caleb seemingly is not one to love lightly, nor let go of things. You saw it in the mania that’d brightened his features, the wistfulness in his voice. He can boast all he wants about being the good guy, but Caleb clearly is not right in the head.

More worrisome was your career. Your achievements as a villainess are undermined in your eyes— how much of your success is due to his favoritism is unknown. You’d pondered what the point of continuing was until you realized you still have bills to pay, connections, and a name for yourself. That much is enough to keep going. You just have to stay off Caleb’s radar.

You should’ve known you couldn’t do that for long.

It’s been long enough since your last major heist, and though you’d prefer postponing another one to lay low, your pesky goons keep bringing up that they want extra bonuses for an upcoming holiday even though you’ve already raised and paid their wages. But, you’re a benevolent boss.

The jewelry heist is familiar and should be easy enough. Your men disengage the locks, loop the cameras, and take out the guards, and soon enough you’ve infiltrated the building successfully. The halls are dark and empty, save for the expensive jewel displays around you— this heist is making you feel like yourself again, and you take your pick as if shopping, swiping gem after gem into a sack. It should’ve been a walk in the park, but all of a sudden, while you’re in the middle of eyeing up a pink diamond, there’s a commotion behind you.

Spinning around, you squint down the darkened hall. The figure looms in the shadows. At first you think it’s him, but then you see it’s only one of your other rival villains, and you visibly sag in relief— which must be confusing for your poor rival. He retaliates by throwing the first punch, and all of a sudden you’re dragged into an old feud when you’d rather be escaping the building already.

Those days off must have taken a toll on your skill, because you’re struggling in the fight, thrown down with a jab to your jaw and a kick to your knee. Your jewel bag clanks loudly to the ground and you scowl in annoyance. Before you can shakily stand, a shot rings out. The man falls to the ground, and behind him is Caleb.

You scramble to crawl away, fear pumping your heart into overdrive. His footsteps start behind you, slow and indulgent.

You’re not running because he’ll turn you in, or kill you. It’s the fact that he won’t, and that scares you more than any villain can.

“Honey, hey, where are you goin’?” Your breaths turn panicked as that cooing cadence approaches closer, as if approaching a scared animal. Before you can clamber to your feet, you’re turned over onto your back, Caleb’s shadow falling over you.

“You haven’t visited me in a while,” he pouts, twirling his gun flippantly around his gloved fingers before holstering it. He looks the same, save for his messier hair and the unmistakably aggrieved glint in his eyes that tells you his offense is not entirely feigned.

Your mouth dries, and you attempt to stand and flee again, but he cages you against him with a strong, vice-like arm.

“Stop,” you huff, but your injured knee buckles, forcing you to lean against him.

“Where’ve you been? I missed you,” and he nuzzles close against your neck, as if reuniting with a lover. A flush rises to your face.

“Get off,” squirming in his grip, you stammer when his arms tighten.

“You’ve been ignoring me, huh? Did I scare you that day?” You squeal as Caleb brushes those lips against your the shell of your ear, breathing in the scent of your hair. The feeling makes you shiver and you jerk against his arms.

“Leave me alone, you’re insane,” you snap, venom dripping from your words. He freezes up terrifyingly, and the temperature drops.

“Stay still or I’ll drag you to the cops right now.”

The threat is hissed into your ear, and you stiffen, paralyzed by the harsh shift in his words that slither like ice through your veins. Caleb inhales, as if shocked himself at his words, before he melts against you, gloved hand cupping your head against his chest.

“Fuck, baby, I’m sorry,” he gasps, heart thumping against your ear. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I just want to hold you, is all. Okay?”

He relaxes when you remain silent, chuckling as if trying to bring back the banter between you two.

“I would never turn you in,” Caleb admits, stroking your hair adoringly. “A jewelry heist, huh? Your villainess act is so cute.”

He continues despite your bristle of annoyance. “If you like gems, I can buy you all the jewelry in the world. A ring, even. You’d never have to steal again. Or you could, if you want to. But I could provide everything for you.”

He pauses his ramble at the sound of sirens approaching. “Guess you should go.” Caleb’s tone is disappointed, and you can tell this isn’t the end of what he has in store for you.

You don’t hesitate for a second as he releases you, snatching up your bag and starting for the window.

“Sweetheart.”

You pause near the exit and turn, glaring daggers at him.

There is so much potentially now that I’m on it Caleb also fits as an omega…. I can see him being so possessive driving other betas and alphas away because you are only his

for reall! The thing I love about Caleb so much is his duality, like that man is a switch through and through. It's kind of a big part of his character, from him being a Gemini to the intense light and dark imagery in his cards.

Caleb as an omega would definitely still find a way to take care of you. He'd clean up, cook, and do all the domestic tasks for you. When you come home, he's clinging to you immediately, grumbling about how you "smell" like other alphas and omegas.

If he can't be a domineering alpha he can still manipulate you through his emotions. You are his alpha after all, so you're the most sensitive to his pheremones. He'd make a nest right on your side of the bed, adding in your old clothes and pillows, if only to pull at your heartstrings so you see how much he misses you. With those puppy eyes, he'd complain how he feels your giving others more attention than him and watch you immediately console him and shower him with affection, hiding his grin against your chest where he likes to bury his face in.

yess, he'd be such a gentle alpha obsessed with taking care of you, even if it means against your will :(

I think being a beta would be worse because you'd know you can't realistically be his soulmate, and you think he won't be as happy with a beta as he would be with an omega. Yet he's willing to defy all the rules for you.

There'd be a whole line of fawning omegas pining after him, yet he wouldn't even glance their way, despite their strong pheremones. His eyes would solely be on you, because even if you aren't as biologically interconnected, he's convinced you're his mate all the same.

(⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）KISSES 💕 I love youuuuu :3