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LaDS. Husband Sylus x Wife Reader

Love practically overflows on your wedding night with Sylus. Who could blame you when he is so easy to love?

991 words. fluff, newlyweds, sleepy kisses, suggestive (if you squint), lots of love, f!reader, cross-posted on ao3

a/n: I was debating between writing a Xavier ficlet and a Valko fic, but I ended up getting this done first LOLLL I hope y'all enjoy this fluffy piece :3

dividers by @pxrce-lain | ao3 link here

In an attempt to blink away this blissful night, you’re taken back to a few days ago when you were having coffee with Tara.

“The fruit vendor asked me about you,” Tara said, sipping her coffee as though this wasn’t groundbreaking news. “He says he has a shipment of strawberries he wanted to hand you.”

“Ridiculous. I don’t even like strawberries.”

“Says the woman who ordered a strawberry acai.”

Three times.

Three instances where Caleb Xia felt afraid of the person you were.

In truth, he couldn't quite measure the fear the way a normal person could. He'd seen it all. He's faced off Wanderers that could shred you to pieces without much effort. He's survived several assassination attempts, only one taking his arm in the process. He'd drifted into the inky black darkness of space and came back out the same.

But watching someone like you fight with an Evol that volatile and destructive like it didn't cost you a single thing was exhilarating. The way you moved was wild and unpredictable. Too wild. Too unpredictable.

You fought like you had nothing to lose.

And wasn't that terrifying, when he knew that you had so much to lose. You had a family. You had friends. You had dreams and aspirations with a full life ahead of you. And yet, you were choosing to fight like you never had them to begin with.

What made you so twisted that you so willingly chose to throw your life away?

The second instance was understanding that you were not at all what you seemed. He thought he knew you. Cool. Relaxed. Kind. You got along with almost everyone you met. Your emotional maturity was almost envious. Nothing quite got under your skin as you brushed off insults and complaints with a roll of your eyes and a shrug of your shoulders. "Some people are always going to hate you no matter what you do. So, you might as well just learn to live with it and enjoy your own life." You said once over a dinner date.

Caleb thought he knew you. He truly thought he knew the levels of your anger. He knew when you got annoyed. He knew when you were frustrated. He knew when you just wanted to vent and rant about someone at work. He knew what triggered you. He knew what actually pissed you off.

But to see the true scope of your anger wasn't a violent outburst of power. It wasn't an explosion that led to a fist fight. It wasn't bloody knuckles or busted lips or broken bones. It was so much colder, with malicious intent as you attacked not with your hands but with your words. You didn't speak to intimidate. You weren't trying to win an argument.

You wanted the person that dared to fully piss you off to break.

Vulnerabilities. Secrets. Insecurities. It didn't matter. You hit below the belt. You stabbed them in the back. You threw their mistakes back in their face. Caleb realized you paid far more attention to people than you let on. You knew what would hurt them the most and sat with the knowledge like it was ammunition you weren't ready to use yet.

How terrifying that the person that people looked towards as a friend and confided in was the one person they never should have trusted? That you were willing to set the bridge on fire while they were still crossing just to watch them fall.

Caleb couldn't pretend he wouldn't have done the same thing. He couldn't sit there and judge you when he was just as messed up as you were. The true terror that lied within him was knowing you could easily turn on him and you knew, very down in the depths of your heart, what could absolutely destroy him.

The final instance was when she came back into his life. When the life he lived with you, sharing a part of his home and even a tiny speck of his heart with you, would end.

Caleb knew the day would come that he'd put an end to the relationship he built with you. He just didn't expect it to happen so fast. He never told you, but you never needed him to.

He prepared himself emotionally, mentally and physically. He wanted to give you one final day filled to the brim with excitement and happiness before he delivered the news, because he was so sure that you were going to hate him.

Nothing he did prepared him for your reaction.

He sat you down and told you he was ending things. He revealed the truth to you about the woman he truly loved and how much it meant to him to be with her. He told you that he never loved you.

But you didn't react the way he imagined you did. You didn't scream or yell at him. You didn't tear him apart with your words. You didn't do anything. You just checked your phone, laughing to yourself about something before pocketing it and smiling that you should pack your stuff then.

He thought that you were simply in denial. He thought that you hadn't fully processed his words. He genuinely believed that you were just doing this to fuck with him at this point. He thought... He thought he knew anything about you.

But as you smiled at him, joked with him and teased him that the least he could do was help you gather your stuff from his place, he realized the true terror of someone who could play the part of someone so perfectly human. There was nothing in your eyes.

Your smile reached your eyes. Your voice carried the same casual tone. You responded the way you usually did. You moved like you always did as you packed your stuff. But Caleb couldn't shake off the creeping dread of being in the presence of something so eerily inhuman.

Just how often did you pretend? How long did you keep up the act? How could you so appear so seamless as you went about his home, mulling over what constitutes as yours if you both bought it together. You murmured to yourself as you weighed the pros and cons of taking something with you that you really liked but wouldn't use that often now that you didn't have use for it.

"Aren't you angry?" He whispered behind you as you packed the few articles of clothing you brought in a box, more concerned with the arrangement than the elephant in the room.

"No, not really. Don't you remember what I told you when we started dating?" You looked over your shoulder, smiling at him like you always did. Like he was the only one that deserved to see a smile so full of tenderness and love. That he was the one person that knew the real you. "None of my relationships last. You're just another one that was never meant to be."

How much of it was real? No, he knew it was real. He knew the way you took his face in your hands to pepper kisses all over it that it meant something. He knew that when you looked at him, you saw someone that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. He knew that you meant every whispered confession of love into his skin. He knew that you meant every compliment.

Damn it, he knew that you loved him when you held him through his worst moments. Every single time his hands were stained with blood, you took them in yours without fear or disgust and told him that they brought you so much comfort. Every shared laugh meant something. Every look meant something. Every kiss meant something.

The terror wasn't that he felt he was tricked. He wasn't.

It was the fact that the moment he betrayed you, you severed your ties. You didn't even flinch as you took all those moments you shared with him and lit them up without a second thought. In your mind, in your heart, they no longer meant a single damn thing.

He wasn't a friend. He wasn't a stranger. He was something you were tolerating and playing nice with until you were done with him.

And that hurt far deeper than he could ever imagine.

Confessions in the Rain

Zayne had to admit to himself that he was tired. He couldn't even remember how you had gotten to this point in the first place. It was like the universe had set you to forever misinterpret him. Yet there you stood, face red in anger and eyes watery from un-shed tears.

"Why don't you just admit you hate me already, Zayne? I don't understand how you could even say that to me. I'm doing the best I can." Ahh, there it was. A single tear had escaped your control and was rolling down your cheek.

a/n: was eating tons of sweets earlier because i was kind of sad, and that inspired this ficlet lol (and the new sylus solo too ofc!)

dividers by @pixopix | ao3 link here

If Sylus is used to anything, it’s the sight of the unworthy falling to their knees.

While the job as the leader of Onychinus is riddled with spontaneity, it has become rather repetitive. The wails of those who seek his death as death seeks them instead, the attempts at pity to find more time to use for other potential betrays… Sylus would quite like to be used to anything else besides that. 

So, when he arrives home with exhaustion written all over his face, he finds the twins eating snacks he’s sure he nor the chef purchased. “What’s with all the candy, Luke and Kieran?”

Luke is the first to explain. His face, still boyish despite his responsibilities, is a smug grin with candy all over his lips. “Boss-woman gave it to us!”

“We helped her with some of her groceries and she gave us free candy!” Kieran follows. His smile is less smug and more… grateful? Sylus doesn’t quite know how to describe such a warm expression, for all he’s seen these past few days are desperate tears and cold emotions that inevitably come with a fate as dark as what Sylus has given them.

“Ah,” he says with a nod. “And where is my Boss-woman?”

“Right here!” 

The twins continue eating their candy when Sylus turns around. You’re in your pajamas with an ice cream cone in hand, gleefully putting your hands up in the air like happiness has consumed you whole. Sylus doesn’t get a chance to breathe before you trap him in a tight hug and place kisses all over his face. He’s not used to this, the love that overflows from you or the sight of the twins simply enjoying their food like their lives are anywhere near normal.

“I see you’ve made a home in Onychinus’s base,” he comments when candy, chocolates, and snacks alike appear in his periphery. “I’m honored, my love.”

“They helped me with grocery shopping,” you tell him. “They didn’t misbehave one bit!”

Sylus raises a brow. 

“That’s because I gave them a grocery list and focused more on sticking to it.” You sigh, and Sylus can tell what emotion is on your face: contentedness. “Goodness, I’d tell them I needed bread and they’d hand cupcakes as though they’re worthy substitutes.”

He can’t help but let out a grin of his own at that. “Sounds like a headache.”

“A lovely one.”

You hand him your ice cream cone to share, and he takes a small lick of the dessert. Shy, as though he’s trying to be accustomed to a life with sweets and not anguish. But even the leader of Onychinus can fall into the temptation that sweets bring, and so he allows himself to consume more of it.

He could get used to this.

any form of interaction is appreciated. take care :)

a/n: heavily inspired by @abyssyby's works! thank you for inspiring me <33

dividers by @pxrce-lain | ao3 link here

When you look at Sylus with glossy eyes, he immediately knows that you’re up to no good.

“I just washed my face,” he says when your index finger is inches away from his cheek, “and I pride myself on having good skin.”

“Oh come on, I gave you that skincare regimen!”

Sylus smirks. “But I paid for it, so I win.”

Those glossy eyes turn away from him and land on the ground, and your arms that were once so eager to reach for him now cross on your chest. He feels his soul break at the sight, but he finds no right course of action to make up for his mistake.

So, he chooses to do what he does best.

“Beloved,” he coos, encircling his arms around your waist from behind and burying his face in the crook of your neck. Now he is one with you, and he can feel your frustration tenfold. He can also hear your pleasant laugh you try to hide with the blankets and see the side of your mouth slowly curving into a smile.

“Are you still mad at me?” he whispers huskily on the skin of your neck. There is distance in the movement and hesitation in his lips, waiting and waiting and waiting for an answer. For your forgiveness.

But to his surprise, all you have as an answer is a gentle poke of his cheek.

You got what you wanted, all because Sylus let his guard down.

“You sly kitten,” he says, impressed. “You know just how to get me, don’t you?”

You nod with a smile that can undo him for the rest of his lives. He allows you to sit on his lap where you can poke his face all you want.

any form of interaction is appreciated. take care! :)

a/n: this xavier ficlet can finally see the sun lol. enjoy :3

dividers by @pixopix | ao3 link here

“You’ve made such a mess, starlight.”

The words barely register as you come down from your high. Labored breaths and cloudy thoughts are all you are at the moment when Xavier looks at you with a smug smile and soaked, ruined lips.

“Bold of you to say,” you retort softly, to which he responds with a laughter so melodious it wakes you up from your reverie.

With little kisses on your cheeks and sweet nothings accompanying the marks on your skin, Xavier begins to sit up. Little whines escape your lips, seeking the warmth of his skin and the love in his gaze, but he chuckles and assures you that he’ll be back.

“I’m just going to grab a towel, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Then we’re going to watch a movie.”

A movie? Sleepiness creeps up on you, but you’re not passing up a chance to watch some cheesy romance and talking to Xavier about the cute scenes. Maybe you could even rile him up with a remark or two, but with how tired you are…

Oh.

Your exhaustion disappears when you catch a glimpse of Xavier’s back as he bends down to grab your clothes off the floor.

Bold red scratch marks color his skin, the artwork a testament to your love. You have to blink to register that yes, they look like the remnants of shooting stars and yes, you were the one who’d placed them there.

Possessiveness wells up in you. He is yours and yours alone.

“Xavier…” 

He turns around, his arms holding all of your clothes and even the heels you had worn when you came to his apartment. “Hm? Do you need anything?”

You.

You shake your head, smiling. “No. It’s okay.”

He tilts his head, suspicious, but he doesn’t say anything more. In what seems to take only a second, clothes are neatly folded and placed on the nightstand, your heels are… somewhere, and Xavier comes back from the restroom with a towel in hand and snacks in the other.

“Let me know if you’re uncomfortable, starlight.”

But when he bends down to place the bags of chips on the floor, the sight of his back becomes clear again, and you realize you wouldn’t trade this view for anything. 

“Xavier, does it…” you turn to your side as though the darkness of the room doesn’t already hide your blush. The only light seeping in is from his bathroom, but the door basically hides it all. “Does your back hurt?”

“Not really. I mean, I got good exercise out of this.”

“No! I meant-” You bury your face in your hands, shyly trying to dodge the conversation you had initiated. “Nevermind.”

“Oh.” You can hear the realization in his tone, amusement creeping in soon after. “Are you talking about the marks on my back?”

So much for dodging the conversation.

But your star doesn’t make fun of you or make you feel even more embarrassed. Instead, he gently pries your hands off of your face, and with a smile, he murmurs, “It’s okay. I liked being marked like that.”

“Hm?” You succumb to the softness of his hand as he cups your face. Sleepiness becomes more of a losing battle now that you’re so relaxed.

“You should do it more often, but…” Xavier rubs the back of his neck. “Only if you want to, of course.”

Tiny sparkles of light surround his body as he clears his throat sheepishly. 

There are no words to be said to that, your answer only coming the next time you make love to him. The only sounds for the rest of the night are your soft affectionate whines as Xavier cleans you up and the comfort movie he puts on before you both head back to bed.

Thank you for reading! Any form of interaction is appreciated. Take care :)

LaDS. Husband Rafayel x Wife Reader

Parenthood can be quite exhausting, leading you to direct your frustrations towards a person so dear to you. Fortunately, Rafayel understands you more than anyone else and knows just how to make you feel better.

1,245 words. domestic fluff, you have two children, unconditional love, hurt/comfort, f!reader, cross-posted on ao3

a/n: Now THIS one made me cry as I was writing it. To be reassured by such a doting lover is such a dream I wish I could have in real life. Oh Rafayel, why aren't you real? (P.S The title is a reference to Robert Burns's poem "A Red, Red Rose.")

dividers by @angeliicide | ao3 link here

Popcorn walls appear like stars when exhaustion is palpable.