#lnd fluff

Gentle ways

"Love is kind, love is fair."

Way the Lad Men show their love for you.

Fluff x corny

Ft: Sylus, Caleb, Zayne, Xavier, Rafayel

An: Ive spent days making this, hope it was worth it 🥲

SYLUS

𓅂 He knows how capable you are when it comes to defending yourself. Yet, he knows that you won't always come out unscathed. He tends to all the wounds you receive during your failed missions, his lips slowly grazing every bruise and cut that marked your skin.

"I should have been there.." He frowns, wrapping the gauze around your waist.

𓅂Anytime you complain about your body being too stiff, he's already there- taking off your clothes and massaging your shoulders and feet with essential aromatic oils he once stumbled on during one of his weekly shopping sprees.

𓅂 He loves to dress you up. I mean, he'll keep an entire closet full of dresses that cost more than your apartment, just for you to wear them in events.

𓅂You're uncomfortable in your heels? He's already got the counters tucked under his fingers as he lifts you off the ground using one arm. Anytime you complain about being too heavy for him he simply looks at you like you've gone nuts.

"Darling, why do you think I work out so much?" He smirks.

𓅂You had a bad day at work? He already knows. By the time you come home, he's already sitting on the sofa, the coffee table displaying all your favourite drinks, snacks and dvds.

"A little birdie told me that a particular kitten could not enjoy her day.." His hands glide through your soft locks, wiping the tears off your cheeks as you vent to him about the amount of work that you had to deal with.

𓅂 Anytime you both get into an argument, he'll always make sure to find ways to make you talk to him first. For example, he'll purposefully tighten all the jars you have, hide away your weapons or shoes, and always place the remotes on the highest shelves that only he can reach.

CALEB

→You always found it hard to braid your hair- often getting confused between which section to bind first. Eventually, you stopped trying all together, choosing to wear a simple ponytail instead. But he noticed.

So, he learned it for you. It became a sort of routine that every morning, you'd sit in front of caleb while he'd braid your hair with the most serious expression on his face.

→whenver your out for your missions, caleb will secretly steal one of your perfumes-specifically the perfume you wear around him- and spray it on his shirts to feel closer to you during the night. Heck, if he could he would buy a life-sized body pillow with your face on it

→makes it his life mission to carry your bags. He's been doing this since middle school and he still does it. Even if you've got a dozen bags, he'll never let you hold a single one.

"You don't have to do this caleb!" You'll try to protest, trying to grab a few bags from his grip but he'll simply shake his head.

"I want to, Pips. Plus, if I let the pretty lady carry all the stuff then what kind of man would I be?"

→ He wears your lipstick stained kisses to work without even realising. It takes him a very long time to remove them, mostly because he doesn't want to but after negotiating with himself for about ten minutes in his personal bathroom, he reluctantly rubs it off, still leaving a smudge of red on his cheekbones on purpose.

→You both share the same Spotify account so any song that has been catching your ear recently? He's already listening to it on repeat.

→He loves it when you do his makeup. If there is a particular make-up style you want to take on but you don't have a person to try it on? He's already sitting between your legs-which are straddling his thighs as you tower over him. He's holding your waist to keep you upright, occasionally wiggling his eyebrows every time you make eye contact with him.

"Do I look pretty, Pips?" His lashes flutter close as you apply the eyeliner on his lids.

"Like a million bucks."

"Don't be upset when your friends start saying that I look even better than you."

ZAYNE

⛄You moved into Zayne's apartment just six months after officially announcing your relationship. Living together with different schedules sounds harder than it is. By the time you would get up to begin your day, he would already punch in his arrival card.

It started off small but soon, your fridge was covered in post-it notes, smothered in doodles and notes about when they were going to be back by the night signed off with "I love you"s.

⛄Whenever you both are cuddling together, his hands would always rest under your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin against his cool fingers.

⛄Always plans dates during his off-days. No matter how hectic the week has been for him, he'll make sure to plan an entire day of sightseeing and activities with you.

⛄When you got a cavity because of your delayed visits to the dentist, Zayne cut off all the sugar there was in the house. He even stopped going to his favorite pastry cafe until you got your tooth filled which you thought was practically impossible since he never gave up sugar.

⛄Zayne loves karoke nights. He would much rather attempt to sing a temu version of "Blank space" than be stuck filing reports till midnight. He also loves hearing your voice, feeling it serenade him to sleep.

⛄ You know your getting an earful whenever you end up in the ER. Somehow, Zayne always volunteers to treat you himself even if he's got a major surgery coming up next.

Even if you got a minor sprain, he's already got his glare on his face- ready to give you another lecture on how to "look down while walking".

XAVIER

⭐ Ever since you started dating Xavier, you always gave him handmade gifts for all your anniversaries. One day, whilst searching for the new game CD you'd planned on playing with him, you stumbled upon a big box filled with all the charms, notes, flowers that you had crafted for him.

⭐ Everyone knows that he isn't the...best of cooks but yet, he still insists on helping you in the kitchen whenever you try cooking for him. Luckily, he obliges to help with simple tasks like cracking eggs or whisking the batter.

⭐ He will run out of work if it means spending time with you.

"Xavier are you busy? I was wondering if we could check out-"

"No I'm not busy at all." He yells whilst fighting off a wanderer.

⭐He's always got his hands around your waist. Even if you both are standing in a grocery store, he'll wrap his arms around them, giving it a gentle tug towards him.

⭐ He's a huge biter He loves to nip at your ears whenever your back is facing towards him. He'll randomly see you and the first thought that enters his mind is that he has to bite you. You honestly don't mind anymore, now becoming immune to his attacks.

RAFAYEL

🪼When days come along when both of you are seeking an escape from the world, you'll secretly sneak off to an isolated beach to camp. Rafayel would be busy fetching for sea shells while you'd be setting up the tent.

"Do you think we'll be able to hide for long?" You'll whisper under the darkness of the night, only to your lemurian. "Even if we don't, at least we were able to catch a breath from all this noise."

🪼You're too exhausted to even talk? Rafayel has already got you nestled in his lap, rubbing small circles on your back while he picks up the paintbrush in between to mark his canvas. You'd occasionally steal glances at his masterpiece, letting out small hums of approval.

🪼His hand always finds yours in a huge crowd, tucking your intertwined fingers inside the pocket of his suit as he faces the buyers of his paintings. While he's busy talking, his thumb would rub your knuckles as a way to let you know he's almost done.

🪼 He will always pretend to be scared while watching a horror movie when in reality, he knows that your more afraid than him. During every jumpscare he's already got your head buried deep into his chest as he curses at those monsters for "scaring his bodyguard".

🪼All his old sketchbooks are filled with your portraits, and every new book of his has a page filled with all your poor yet adorable doodles of Rafayel - which he looks at whenever he feels lonely.

You never took Sylus as the shutterbug type. He rarely ever appeared in or took any photos, the times he did were big occasions that you have hung up on the walls.

Your first anniversary, your promise rings, engagement, wedding, honeymoon. The little memories captured, framed and lined up along hallway and console tables. You were always the one handling the camera, trying to catch the joyful moments between you and your husband. 

There’s a recent addition to the photo collection. The birth of your daughter, a new family member who has singlehandedly changed the way you and Sylus view life itself.

Not only has she changed your status to parents, or unlocked a new protective side from the both of you but now Sylus has never put down a camera ever since you woke up again from giving birth.

Your daughter is laying on her back on her little playmat, a normal activity for a baby who’s only a few months old. Sylus however, is documenting the occasion as if she isn’t in this position everyday. 

“Come on baby… Roll over for papa?” Sylus tries to coax, camera rolling on his phone in one hand and his car keys jingling in front of her with the other. The baby reaches out with her small hands for the keys, making sounds of effort and kicking her legs to give the illusion she’s about to make a move.

“Yes, yes! All you have to do is turn your body. Turn your body,” he says slowly. He read once that repeated phrases are especially beneficial for a baby’s development and it’s all he does now. 

“Roll. Roollll…” 

The baby only laughs. Laughs like she’s finding her father’s attempts funny so she won’t do it. Sylus frowns. He’s been doing this every single day for about two months, trying his best to help his little girl finally move on her own. 

“You’ve been awfully energetic,” Sylus comments. He watches the pair of tiny legs kick at such a speed that her body starts sliding up the playmat. Sylus grabs a foot and tugs her back down to her original place.

“You could at least move this way,” he complains, gesturing a roll-over sign. “Instead of speeding away from me.” He places his phone down, now just sitting and staring at his daughter. 

Sylus grabs a banana, her favourite fruit. Even though she can only eat it mashed up, she still recognises the fruit in its true form. Her arms are outstretched as long as she can, not even a ruler’s length. 

“Nuh-uh. This is for papa,” he says softly, taking a bite from the banana. She lets out a small shriek for no reason, chewing on her balled up fists. Sylus could spend hours doing nothing but simply watching her move and look around with those eyes that she inherited from you. 

She rolls to her side, arms still outstretched. Then, like in slow motion, she tumbled over onto her stomach. 

Sylus freezes. He almost drops his banana.

“She did it… She did! Baby! You rolled over!” He cheered. You’d think he has just won an award or got a promotion. No, his little girl finally rolled over onto her stomach.

She lets out a cry of triumph, followed by delighted giggles when Sylus hoists her up and starts to celebrate the victory. 

You get a call.

“Our daughter has rolled over successfully today,” he reports, beaming.

“Oh, that’s amazing! Ugh, I hate that I wasn’t there to see it,” you groan, slumped over a desk succumbing to the paperwork.

“It’s fine, sweetie. You know I never put down my camera. I have–” he pauses when he realises. He had actually put it down.  “I didn’t get it on camera.”

Sylus looks at his daughter, the two of them blinking at each other as he comes to the realization. 

He picked up his camera and didn’t let go the entire next day until he caught her rolling over again. 

sylus x fem!reader

summary: luke and kieran rope you into spending christmas at the n109 zone (and kissing their boss).

cw: fluff, soft!sylus, kissing under the mistletoe, luke and kieran being idiots, found family

wc: 2.7k

a/n: merry christmas eve/christmas my lovelies!! some fluff for the holiday season! here's to hoping sylus turns up under our christmas trees :)

also on ao3!

Somehow, you’d ended up in the N109 Zone for Christmas.

It wasn’t like the barrage of texts from Luke and Kieran had weighed upon your decision, the rapid influx of messages from the twins demanding your presence for Christmas. That coupled with the image of Sylus alone on Christmas night hadn’t made your stomach churn and heart ache at all.

The year had been a tumultuous one. Wanderers, disturbing visions and wanted criminals had you on edge these past few months, so perhaps unwinding with said, now somewhat mellow, wanted criminals was warranted in some way. 

Caleb || 夏以昼

keys: smut (🔫), fluff (💚), angst (🍏)

mdni with posts that contain smut.

I’ll Just Be Here

Pairing: Sylus x MC Genre: pure domestic fluff Warnings: none WC: 367

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"So… you want to stay here."

"Yes."

"With nothing to do but just watch me work."

"You'd be correct."

For all the daylights he could muster, Sylus couldn't wrap his head around the fact MC was willing to stay here as he works on his motorcycle doing nothing.

"Do you… not want me here?"

"No no, stay if you'd like. I don't mind." Sylus turned away to hide the not so hidden blush that had started its way up his neck. Worried that he was coming off as cold wasn't his intention. Heck, if MC wanted to stay here forever he would be more than thrilled. 

MC quietly giggles in the back. Who would know a surprise visit was the thing to catch him off guard. 

They only recently made it official that they are in a relationship. Girlfriend and boyfriend. Something Sylus thought would only happen in his dreams. Though they had a rocky start (maybe a bit more than rocky) he was glad to just be near her.

"What are you working on?"

"I'm working on my motorcycle."

"Is there something broken?"

"Not necessarily, just a quick change of the sprocket and a few custom touches"

As the minutes bled into hours, Sylus would work while talking aimlessly with MC. Conversation would go from topic to topic with no real end in sight. They could be talking about the brake pads one minute and be in a heated debate on the best methods to cook eggs. 

Throughout their conversation Sylus would sneak quick glances when MC was occupied in her thoughts. Her hair cascading down the side of the bench as her eyes traveled aimlessly around the room. The occasion frown washing over her when she started thinking long and hard on Sylus' burning questions. Oh how he just wanted to kiss it away.

"I don't think it would be useful to have such elaborate names for all those colors. Who really cares whether cherry red is better than apple red. What if I just want dark red and cherry and apple are used up?" He couldn't hold his amusement as he let out a soft laugh. There wasn't anywhere else he would rather be.

Ft. Sylus

Tags : slightly suggestive, teasing, kissing, pet names (ofc)

Sylus

Every Tuesday was auction night.

While most of the world would be under the covers, Sylus' mansion would erupt in a soft golden glow as the night lamp from his room would fill the large but empty space of his bedroom. He would slowly awake in the middle of the night, adjusting his dark night robe as he'd walk out of his room with a matchbox, silently taking out a matchstick before striking it hard against the rough cardboard until the warmth of the fire would tingle against his skin.

His fingers would work meticulously, lighting each candle-holder stuck on the walls. His hot breath blows against the flame, finally making its dancing go quiet.

He would then spend a majority of two hours getting himself ready. Combing back the wet strands of his hair, only leaving back a thick grey string of hair on his forehead. He would hum a low tune under his breath as he'd smooth out any wrinkles on his suit, probably trying to drown the silence suffocating his room.

And by 2 A.M. he was gone.

But once you came into his life, taking over his mansion, his bed and his heart, things became like a routine for Sylus rather than a chore to complete.

Now, auction nights were shared, and so were those little moments you'd spend getting ready in under orange glow of the evening.

As you'd apply your gloss, Sylus' fingers would dance around your waist, tightening the loose strings attached to the back of your silky, maroon laced gown which hugged your body like a cool thin blanket. Soft melodies would echo past the thick walls from the vinyl record player in the study.

You sung out low tunes under your breath, back against the bathroom sink as you calmly adjust his tie with dainty fingers that he'd occasionally take a nip at.

"Someone looks quite handsome for an auction." You'd mutter, smirking under your breath.

"What was that, kitten?" He leaned his body against yours, lowering his head till it was in front of your glowing red cheeks. His hands would trap your frame in his, placing themselves on the cool white marble of the sink. "Could you share it with the audience?" His lips curled upward, showing off his white pearls. You pout, "I said, someone is showing off his looks tonight." He'd laugh, placing a gentle yet pinching bite on your cheek. "I think it's you who seems to be the one showing off." His large hands cupped your hips.

"My..what a sight for sore eyes.." he'd tease, his gaze would be locked on your body, eyeing his way up your curves and dips to the dark red gloss on your lips and to the pink blossoming your cheeks.

Now, instead of the suffocating air he'd spent years trying to silence, it finally settled in your giggles and yelps as Sylus lifted you off the floor, spinning you around like you were his world.

Which you were.

when he gets home, and he sees you lounging in the big, big sofa, surrounded by plushies that have accumulated from all the time you both spent at the arcade back in linkon, looking all cozy under the blanket, he drops everything before he drops his entire weight on you. sprawled up on top of you, with his uniform still on, the size of his body engulfs you, and caleb has always run like a furnace, the kind that warms you up from the inside. the size of him and the weight were familiar, one that you cannot win over so easily without a fight (because have you seen him? body built upon years and years of persistence, muscles on display as if they’re sculpted by the gods) but strangely, despite knowing this fact, surrendering to him is easy. because caleb has always been gentle with you, because caleb has always put you and your comfort first, because caleb would not compromise on you. so, when you have the farspace colonel as as your personal weighted blanket, body a little too big for the sofa to accommodate the both of you, his legs jutting out, you welcome him by wrapping his arms around neck, resting on his back.

you’d let out half a chuckle and half a huff, surprised by the action but doesn’t fight it, instead you let him be, until you realize he’d fallen into your stomach face-first and had worried he couldn’t breathe that way, so with all your strength, you try to coax him to adjust his position, move his neck, get him to a better position, but he just whines, and you want to melt on the spot. “jus’ need you,” he murmurs, voice rough, and like a puppy, he nuzzles into your stomach instead, feeling brush of hair tickling through the fabric of your shirt.