I Imagine Sharing A Bed With Sylus Is All Fun And Games Until He Rolls Over On Top Of You. That's A Whoooole

I imagine sharing a bed with Sylus is all fun and games until he rolls over on top of you. That's a whoooole lotta man.

Your survival instincts kick in, rousing you awake. You note that you're completely drenched in sweat. Suddenly, it feels as though you've been trapped in a sauna without a way out.

Or even worse, you wake up to go to the bathroom, but you're pinned underneath him. It's the best sleep he's had in a while, so he's not easily stirred.

"Sylus, please, I'll piss myself!"

his up and down look<3

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Floral Blessing Xavier ✨

can we all just take a moment to appreciate how beautiful he is 😩🤌

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Pairing: Sylus x MC / fem!reader Rating: PG-13 Tags: who did this to you, hurt, comfort, hurt/comfort, injury, implied violence, brief violence mentions, angst, canon sylus behavior, blood mentions, kissing if you squint Summary: You barely survived a night on your own in the N109 Zone without the watchful gaze of certain Onychinus leader, but at what cost? Word Count: 1.5k

The dull sound of your door closing was like the snap of a final curtain call falling into place and you slumped against it, relieved to be safely in your own apartment. You had survived a night in the N109 Zone on your own, but it had been a near miss. One you wouldn’t be repeating, especially since the intel you wanted had been a bust, anyway. 

You touched your side, your breathing uneven, and you wince. You definitely have a cracked rib. You try to take a deep breath and pain radiates from your chest into your stomach, making you a little nauseous. Okay, maybe two.

You were trying to psych yourself up to move and trudge into your apartment to give yourself much needed medical attention when the reverberating shock of someone's forceful knock bounced you against your door-frame. You consider not answering the insistent caller on the other side, but a muffled, familiar baritone floats through the door.

"Open the door, sweetie."

A sigh left your lips at the demand and you tried to stifle the pathetic, painful whimper that your exasperation cost you. Of all the people on the other side of that door, Sylus was the most unexpected. Or maybe not, considering he boasted that he knew everything that went on in his territory. Maybe that’s why he was here and if it was, he wouldn’t leave until his curiosity was satisfied.

The door cracks open and you stare up at him through the hole you made, reluctant to allow him entrance and to partially block his view of the damage those thugs had caused when they mugged you in the alleyway earlier tonight. However, Sylus’s easy smile is nowhere to be found and the frown lines on his forehead are the deepest you've ever seen them. His large hand wraps around the door-frame so you can’t close it again and he pushes gently against it, but you don’t budge. 

"Who did this to you?" His tone is dangerously low.

You ignore his question, instead poking your head out to look down the deserted hallway of your apartment building. "Why are you here? It's dangerous." It was risky for Sylus to wander around Linkon City normally, even if he claimed many people didn't know what he actually looked like. However, the Hunter’s Association did and your building was crawling with employees at all hours of the day and night.

"You didn't answer your phone, so I got worried."

Oh right, you had forgotten they had taken that too. You sighed again, the pain of having to replace everything beginning to give you a headache. That key charm Zayne had given you for your birthday was perhaps the worst thing to have lost, maybe more than the phone itself.

"Let me in, kitten." Sylus’s voice is gently cajoling and you concede because you're too tired to argue with him tonight. So you open the door and  try to act normal, but your voice is far too lighthearted for how heavy your legs feel as you trudge into the apartment. 

“You know, if you keep frowning like that you’ll get wrinkles and people really will think you’re an old man.” 

He follows you in with a small chuckle, his eyes bouncing around the room as if the perpetrators could be hiding in the shadows. When you grabbed the first aid kit and sat down to tend to your injuries, Sylus was suddenly there, kneeling in front of you. His hands push yours out of the way and he silently takes over the job of nurse, and you think about fighting him as you watch him roll up his shirtsleeves but realize you were just too exhausted to care. 

“What happened?” He asks eventually and you realize you will have to tell him something. Lying won’t work, he’ll find out if he didn’t already know. 

“What often happens when you end up in the wrong place at the wrong time in the N109 Zone, Sylus.” You offer with a single shrug, doing your best to sit still while he cleans the wound on your arm. “You know that better than me.” 

“Were you wearing–” he was referring to the brooch that signified your status as protected. 

“They took that too.” His hands stilled on the bandage he was applying on your forearm. “Did they, now?” he murmured silkily and you saw a muscle in his jaw tick, though his expression was partially obscured by his unruly hair. “After all that trouble I went through, too.” You tried to make a joke to ease the tension which earned you a soft amused twitch of Sylus’s lips. He was too angry to truly smile and you could feel it radiating off of him in waves. Despite that, his hands were painstakingly gentle as he touched what was clearly a blossoming bruise around your wrist. Sylus’s tender touch lingers on your injuries and he checks each one with a thoroughness that feels as if he’s memorizing exactly where you were hurt. 

He orders some of your favorite food, helps you get cleaned up, and tucks you into your bed. He points to the notepad you kept by your bedside table that you sometimes scribble notes on when you took calls. “Make me a list of what they looked like, and then go to bed. I’ll take care of the rest.” Before you could protest, he left the room abruptly. You picked up the notepad and stared at the print of the cute little animals dancing around the top. You’d bought it on a whim after seeing how cute it looked in a stationary shop window near one of your mission sites. It seemed too obscene to write what would virtually be a hit list on such charming paper. 

Instead, you scribble all of the reasons you’re grateful for today. Right at the top was that you had survived all on your own in the N109 Zone and you were able to see the infamous Onychinus leader kneeling at your feet. The list grew as you included the tasty food you ate earlier, and the glimpse of a suspiciously familiar crow you saw on your way into work this morning. The page was halfway filled when the pain medication Sylus had convinced you to take started to kick in and you felt your eyelids drooping. 

Drowsily, you snuggle down underneath your covers and clutch the plushie Sylus and you had won at the arcade last weekend. When you hear the distant muffled click of your door opening, you try to rouse yourself but you felt so warm and your body felt so heavy that you couldn’t manage it. That doesn’t stop you from trying until a large hand gently smoothed back your mussed hair, and the sensation of soft knuckles trace the curve of your cheek. “It’s just me,” the familiar voice murmured and you tried to speak but he shushed you. “Sleep, kitten.” 

You swear you felt the ghost of his lips on yours before he was gone, but maybe it was just part of the hazy dream you had of crows, violence, and enchanting sanguine eyes. 

Sylus returns to the N109 Zone and finds himself staring at the “list,” a bemused smile on his face. He shakes his head and tucks the cutesy page into his pocket. You were far too adorable and it made what he was about to do that much more satisfying, sauntering into the abandoned warehouse where your phone had last pinged; deceptively calm. The screams and stench of death shuddered throughout the N109 Zone tonight, serving as a violent and bloody reminder to all that no one should dare to touch what was his lest they face the consequences. 

Sometime in the early hours of the morning, your fingers fumble for your buzzing phone and land on the familiar outline of the brooch, both in their normal places as if yesterday was just a bad dream. Through your sleepy daze, you realize your other hand is occupied–as is your bed. Turning, you’re surprised to find Sylus is fast asleep next to you, his hand intertwined tightly with yours. There’s deep circles under his eyes, but his normally furrowed brow is smoothed out in sleep. With a sleepy smile, you curl back up to let him rest a little while longer, tucking your joined hands against your chest, cuddling his arm.

You both doze off together, and you’ve never felt so safe.

Claiming I'm yours but not in the mood for some relaxing time. What is this behaviour, Mister? I'll just have fun with Sylus, then hmph!!

Hi,

I was wondering if the MC wasn't the main girl/ love interest, what type of girls would LADS boys like/ are attracted to.

Thank you 😚

Hmm this is a very interesting thought 🤔 I didn't focus too much on physical appearances because I do believe the boys would date anyone no matter their race! They want to see that personality 😘

I hope you enjoyy

Zayne

I think Zayne would be into someone who is very passionate about what they do and are eager to learn new things.

Very much into a go-getter type of girl

I can even see him falling for a woman on sight at a bookstore or the library

A nerdy girl or geeky girl

I don't see him with someone that's too much of an extrovert

Zayne would also like a partner that can put him in his place when needed

He can't have all the power

A girl who will speak her mind no matter what

An independent girlie that can handle not seeing him due to his crazy shifts

Sylus

I think Sylus would be a bit similar to Zayne

He'd be into women that are headstrong and know what they want

They're not afraid to speak their mind

An independent woman who can handle when he's away for days or weeks at a time

He wouldn't pay mind to anyone too obsessed with him

He likes a bit of a challenge

Sylus would be attracted to a woman who knows how to be soft with him

And that he can be soft around. Some nights, he just wants to lay his head on her lap

A gym girlie would be nice, but not a requirement for him

He'd like a funny girl, she doesn't take herself too seriously

Being the leader of Onichynus is hard, he wants to let loose on the dance floor or sing some karaoke

His girl is right there with him

Xavier

Visually attracted to cute girls vs more provocative

Very much into introverted girls

He's too exhausted to match the energy of a extrovert

While they would want to go out and invite him to things, he just wants to go home

A cute little bookworm would catch his eye

As well as a foodie! She's gotta love to eat

A gamer girly for sure. He'd make sure her setup is immaculate.

I could see him dating a cute chef that runs her own bakery

A girl who loves animals is a must, especially cats!

And honestly a kind soul

Rafayel

I think Rafayel enjoys the back and forth, so a girl with a bit of an attitude

She's never afraid to tell him no

But she'll also allow him to lead her

An artsy girl would catch his eye. Like she's into music, drawing, photography etc

She could have her own little etsy shop of her crochet items

A good listener

She won't invalidate his feelings and truly hear what he has to say

A girl that doesn't mind skinship, he wants to cuddle every night

A girl who isn't in the public eye and wouldn't mind not seeing him for a time

On that same token, a warm hearted girl that doesn't mind his spam texts

A humor girlie that can watch a cheesy movie with him

I think a soft spoken girl would catch his heart

He'd be beside himself knowing she opens herself up to him and only him