sapere aude | sylus | preface/chapter one

synopsis : “You look at me like I’m someone worth saving—and that’s the part I don’t know how to survive.”

content : light angst, slow-burn, mentions of death, 50/50 cannon!au, reader is mc’s sister, assassin/hitmen!au, evols work the same in this au

writer’s note : i have this image of sylus in glasses during his days in the HQ, when he’s not out on missions (it’s so hot omg) anywayss original idea was posted here. Wanted to make this full angst but i got ambitious yet again. Tagging my lovely: @blessdunrest because I wanna know her review🫶🏻

parts | one | two

THIS IS SO WELL WRITTEN OMG?????

a/n: it's finally here! this took me forever to write and i'm not quite done with my hiatus yet but because pride & prejudice is on netflix it inspired me to finish the first part of this fic.

You had never intended to be a matchmaker.

It had all started, rather embarrassingly, with a misplaced observation at Lady Talia’s estate last year. She had been hosting one of her elaborate afternoon teas and the conversation was just lively enough to make up for the lackluster company. Amid polite chatter, you had offhandedly remarked that Mr. Gideon seemed far more open and talkative when seated next to your dear friend, Simone.

Within a month, Gideon was calling on Simone with great enthusiasm, and not long after, they were formally courting. You had thought it a happy coincidence—until the morning after their engagement was announced, when Simone's parents arrived at your doorstep unannounced, beaming as though you had single-handedly saved their daughter from ruin.

“Oh, Y/N, we cannot thank you enough!” Her mother had gushed, clasping your hands between her gloved ones. 

“If not for you, dear Simone might have—” She had stopped short, as if only then realizing who exactly she was speaking to.

“Might have what, my lady?” you inquired, tilting your head. 

“Nothing, nothing. Just that we are so grateful for your keen insight. What a gift you have!”

Indeed. A gift you hadn’t fully appreciated until it happened again.

Dr. Greyson and Tara, brought together after you casually noted how often he seemed to linger near her at social gatherings. Then Lord Jeremiah and Miss Yvonne, whose mutual affection had gone unnoticed by everyone but you. 

At first, you had brushed these successes off as coincidence, but when grateful families began inquiring about the monetary aspect of your services, you realized there was something to be made of this.

A spinster you may be, but you were a spinster with a talent.

Skincare with husband!Sylus... that's it, that's the plot, nothing more.

“Stay still.”

“You’re poking my eye, Kitten.”

“I am applying the eye cream.”

Honestly, Sylus doesn’t know how everything came to this. He recalls watching you stand in front of the bathroom mirror, sliding on the fluffy headwrap which contains a pair of bunny ears. You claim that it’s your favourite but he thinks its ridiculous and it makes you look like an overpriced cartoon character (not like he’ll ever say that to you). Regardless, you had recently washed your face and your cheeks were dewy due to the toner you had sprayed, mere moments ago. But then your eyes met his in the mirror and thus, the fiend fell as a sacrificial lamb to the condemned sorceress.

He lounges lazily on the edge of the bed, head tilted back so you can reach him better. He has never been the one to succumb himself into frugal things like skincare, therefore, his knowledge of the products stems as far as a novice’s would allow (that is none). Lips pressed into a thin line, he keeps himself wordless for the time being and exhales a languid breath.

“Stop blinking.”

“It’s breathing.”

“Same thing.”

“Its differ—“

“No,” You seem to halt in your procedure. “You are being difficult.”

Sylus cracks open an eyelid, his carmine irises meeting yours. “You know, for a woman who claims to have married a grown man you sure treat me as a toddler.”

“Uh huh,” You tilt your head, narrowing your eyes slightly. “At least toddlers don’t argue when you tell them skincare is important.”

“They think its paint.” He says as a matter of fact and your eyebrow twitches, “Give them a dollop of your thing— skincare and they’ll bathe in it.”

You don’t rebuke him, don’t make the effort to grace him with a snide remark. Instead, you just twist the lid of a new container and smear a glob of cold foundation over his skin.

Instantly does Sylus recoil, his nose scrunching into a startled expression. “I didn't sign up for Witchcraft!”

“Night cream.”

“No, this is some new feature of your evol.”

You roll your eyes—concluding his dramatism would end once you complete your task at hand—and return to smoothen the moisturizer over his skin in deliberate softer strokes, letting your fingers linger for a second or two long. “Yeah, yeah, hold still.”

Unexpectedly, your husband does hold still. For once, Sylus truly listens and lets you take care of his skin like you wish to. Your hands move across his face like he’s something precious, something fragile to be cherished and hold onto instead of one of the most wanted criminals in the N109 zone. He was never the one to receive care, choosing to rather craft a path for him by himself. Therefore, here and now, with you pouring him so much affection—he almost wants to fall as prey to this domestic bliss.

After two moments of quietude, you wedge yourself back. “There, all done.”

Sylus straightens his posture, glancing at himself in the mirror. His skin seems luscious under the bathroom lights and when his finger grazes his jaw, he is taken aback due to the softness that greets him. He pokes himself again, astounded with the texture under the pad of his thumb—dragging it over his cheek but he is interrupted by the sound of your groan.

“Don’t touch your face without washing your hands.” You chastise but before he could take any action, you grip his wrist and bring it over to the basin. Turning on the faucet, the cool water runs down his palm. You move back and once satisfied with the hygiene, he turns it off. “Don’t wipe the moisturizer, sleep like that—glowing , radiant and peaceful as ever.” You pause a second before, “maybe you’ll dream about how annoying you are.”

To which, your husband merely smirks at your quip, “Impossible, kitten. I only dream about you.”

You groan—rotating on your heels to walk away but he seizes your wrist just in time, pulling you back so you collide with his chest. He leans down, stealing a soft kiss on your lips and you—you can’t help but oblige eventually.

Oh, Skincare? Sylus decides, would be his new favourite part of the day.

girl language!

xavier: 

you and xavier just got out from reporting at the hunter’s association. it was late and there were barely any restaurants open. but you didn’t want to cook and god forbid you let xavier cook. 

to say that you were ecstatic to see a new food truck just at the end of the street. it was opened until late night and you and xavier browsed at the menu beside the truck. 

“i don’t know what to get…” you say as you scanned the menu thrice now but xavier didn’t look as bothered as you. you knew that your boyfriend’s taste in food was simple. get the most basic flavor there is, if there’s a meat or hotpot option, it would be that.

587 words. comfort. inspired by lola young's "you noticed." reader is afab. reader is not mc. sylus comforting you through an emotional meltdown. | my mental state has been all over the place as of recently. just needed to write a nonlinear vent fic because i desperately want to be held by this man. sending my love right now to those who need it. thank you for being here, there is still so much love that has yet to find and embrace you. <3

Your heart’s power always felt endless.

You were always sensitive, empathetic to the vulnerable things and questioning why you couldn’t fix things that left living beings in such vulnerable positions. You cried a lot more than you would’ve liked to admit—and matters were made worse when comfort was the thing you never got in return. Your relatives would always make fun of you for your innocent tears.

Little had anyone known that that part of you would stick with you into adulthood. You felt like you got worse.

The last time you cried like this was after graduating college—alone. Sure, there was obligatory familial celebrations. A mere passing “congrats” from every few relatives. It was obligatory, the question of sincerity be damned. You had been driven into a corner from feeling like it was all you had for the flourish of your future. It took everything from you.

It was meaningless.

You felt more stuck than ever now, purposeless.

In spite of it, Sylus never failed to express his love for you. How much you and this major accomplishment mattered. He was the first person to call you on your very last day of class, while already waiting in the parking lot to take you home and celebrate with a lavish, homemade dinner.

(He’d been learning your favorite recipes, Luke and Kieran told you.)

Still—you felt like your soul was gone. The future was uncertain. Your path was uncertain, because once upon a time, others helped you curate one to get to this point. Now, you had to do everything on your own. The world was too big, too horrifying.

Now…?

You didn’t like crying. You didn’t like crying in front of other people.

You were curled up on Sylus’ bed, sniffling and blubbering into the thick duvet you held to your face. The rich, cashmere sheets were familiar to you in all too many ways. You’ve known your beloved for long enough, but being in his arms when you were like this made you wail like a child.

A big crybaby.

—Big girls don’t cry. You keep crying like this and you won’t grow up—if you don’t stop crying, I’ll give you something to cry about—

“Kitten…”

His deep, smooth voice whispers into the side of your head, nuzzling his nose against it and kissing your cheek in a tender gesture. Sylus tightens his embrace around you. His own heart aches beneath his chest, knowing you’ve burdened all this pain over the years. The immense pressure to do well—to the point of beating yourself down to act like a no-nonsense, power hungry husk.

But he knew better. More than you would—more than you would ever admit to yourself.

“It’s alright,” Sylus continues speaking. His hand on your back continues to move in circular motions, while the arm around your waist remains secure. “Hey, you’re perfect—you know that?”

You want to speak, gods know you do. But right now—you were torn down to shattered pieces that were a result of how much you were keeping in. Your body needed this. Your soul ached for this, in order to feel whole again.

And Sylus—your heart—was guiding you steadily, slowly. At your own pace.

You hiccup, heaving through quivering tears, “...I love you… I love you… I’m sor—”

“None of that,” he murmurs. He kisses your cheek again, “You’ve done nothing wrong. I’m here for you. I’ll always be here.

“You don’t have to do this alone anymore.”

-

sylus wasn't a man of love-filled sentiments.

or at least, that's what you'd initially thought.

a man like him, the big bad leader of onychinus, someone who was above everyone else and the most sought-after criminal, wielding a steel-cold gun in one of his bloodstained hands...

someone like that didn't know love, surely.

but oh, how wrong you were.

you were the only one that knew, under all of tht tough exterior, the true tenderness that lied beneath it.

and you were the sole subject to it, from the very beginning.

-

you woke unceremoniously in a bed that was not your own, surrounded in a blanket of warmth but not solely due to the comforter surrounding your plush body.

it was mainly due to the otherworldly individual beneath you, who you were using as your personal body pillow of sorts.

you stir, letting out a small groan before peeking your eyes open to catch a glimpse of the man before you.

the big, bad leader of onychinus, sleeping soundly in bed next to you, arm firmly wrapped around your waist and your head comfortably planted on his chest— your favorite makeshift pillow.

you can't help but to smile at the sight.

feeling a touch mischievous, you begin trailing your fingers, touch featherlight, up from his waist towards his chest and back down, slowly shifting to drawing mindless shapes in the expanse of exposed skin.

he doesn't react to your touches, still deep in sleep, so you change your tactic.

you drag a single index finger up, up, up past his slender waist, then his slowly rising and falling chest, his pretty neck then up towards his sharp jawline to poke at his cheek.

he grunts in his sleep, but nothing more.

you let out a huff, lifting your head up and staring up at the serene expression on his face— even lost in the land of dreams, you couldn't help but to admire every feature of his visage.

a couple of minutes pass by just like this until you decide you're feeling a little bored again.

so you repeat your earlier action, dragging your finger up slowly, slowly, just about to poke his cheek again—

when your wrist is swiftly caught by a warm hand before you can.

"it seems my dream of a kitten mistaking me for a toy wasn't a dream after all."

sylus crimson eyes crack open to look directly into your bright (albeit still slightly-sleepy) ones, heart full at the little playful smile you're sporting.

"she seems bored," he muses, thumb from the hand still gripping your wrist gently caressing your knuckles back and forth— a subconscious habit whenever his hands hold yours.

"should i entertain her?"

his question goes unanswered as he shifts over on his side while letting your hand go at the same time, causing you to slip from your spot on top of him to behind him, facing his back.

"—or leave her to her own devices?"

"sylus!"

you're laughs are airy, quickly enveloping the spacious bedroom, and sylus finds himself smiling at the sound.

you don't leave him alone for long, quickly pressing against him and hugging his large frame from behind.

sylus releases a playful scoff. "is this a new attack of yours?"

"yeah, you can't escape, i'm going to stick to you like this forever and ever!"

"how touching," his voice is filled with amusement. "i think i can get used to this..." he trails off, smile evident in his words.

you stay that way for awhile when you decide to repeat your earlier actions in the new space, retracting a hand as you begin to draw shapes into his back this time. at the same time, sylus begins to hum whatever song is on his mind, eyes shut as he revels in your touches, neither one of you in a rush to get up from this sacred space for two.

"what are you drawing, kitten?"

your finger dances across the bare canvas of his back.

"guess," you answer simply as you continue.

he lets out a huff of a laugh. "not going to make it easy for me, are you?"

you hum in response, dragging your fingers to create imaginary lines over the muscles.

"is this... a kitten?" you can almost hear the raise of his eyebrow and see the funny yet curious expression on his face.

"oooh, i didn't think you'd get that one. how about..."

your finger traces several lines again, taking your time before you stop and wait for his answer.

"hmmm..." the way he's concentrating trying to figure it out fills you with amusement like no other.

"a... plane?"

"wrong, it was mephisto!"

"..it was close."

"are you calling mephisto a plane..?"

"..let's move on to the next one."

a hearty laugh rings out as you pretend to erase the image.

"wait until i tell him~"

"you wouldn't dare," he jokingly threats, causing you to only giggle back in response.

you decide on something much simpler this time.

your movements are slowed as you start near the center, drawing a tilted line outward and up before curving it inward and mimicking the same on the opposite side, connecting them to form a heart.

i love you.

a short, amused laugh leaves him, immediately recognizing the shape, but shaping a question instead of an answer instead.

"i'm not too sure, sweetie. might have to try that one again," he says, voice soft and tender, a hint of a smile within it.

say it once more.

so you do.

you repeat your action, slower, drawing another imaginary heart on his bare skin and within it, your unspoken promise of devotion towards him.

i love you.

this time, he turns around to face you, pulling you flush against him. you let out a short laugh before its devoured by his lips on yours, your lips caught in a dance of love and devotion, giggles bubbling out of you between the breaks as you try to catch your breath while he needily chases your lips.

and the message he wishes to convey is clear as day.

i love you, too.

-

someone like him was the last person you thought you'd ever associate sweets with.

but after the time spent together, you find it hard to imagine anyone else cautiously reading the instructions, mixing the ingredients precisely, and carefully readying the icing for the fresh cupcakes that have come out of the oven and are left cooling nearby, except for him.

you tiptoe into the kitchen, watching him prepare a piping bag for the freshly-made icing he's made while he hums (when you asked him why he goes through the trouble of making it from scratch, he countered by asking "doesn't it taste better when you put in the work for something?" and despite playfully scoffing at the little smirk he offered, you couldn't help but to agree with him).

you smile at his focused expression, reading glasses perched on his nose, some remnants of ingredients spotting his clothes, deciding on which icing tip to use for these particular cupcakes (the last time he made them, they resembled simple flowers. based on the icing tip he was inspecting now, it seemed he was going to try for roses this time).

now just a step away from his back, you reach out both hands, index fingers out as you poke both sides of his lower back at the same time.

he jolts at the sensation, small gasp emitting from his lips and shock washing over him as he cranes his neck over his shoulder to catch your satisfied smile.

"another sneak attack, kitten?"

"i couldn't resist."

you step up beside him, taking a peek into the bowl filled with icing.

"red this time? i would've never guessed."

he scoffs, smiling.

"am i that predictable to you?"

"well, after spending so much time together, its only natural, right?"

"its bad if an enemy learns to read you so easily, who knows what trap will be set in the future."

"you're right," your words trail off as you step back, causing the sly crow before you to raise a brow.

"they can plan an attack when you're vulnerable, like—"

behind him again, you jump forward, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"this!"

a hearty chuckle rings through the kitchen.

even if he saw your intention from the start, he made no move to stop you. he'd surrender to you if you so much as asked.

"so? what will you do with me now that i'm caught?"

"hmmm..."

you hum in thought, noticing sylus has picked up the piping bag and was inserting the icing tip into it, getting ready to fill the bag with the red icing.

he's waiting for your answer when one hand reaches forward, dipping your finger into the icing bowl, and quickly withdrawing your arms, swiftly turning around—

when you feel yourself being lifted into the air.

you let out a surprised yelp, giggling as you thrash around in the hold of sylus' evol, said man's attention still on the icing bag as he scoops a dallop of red into it.

"such a naughty kitten," he says, evol pulling your suspended body over to him slowly as you laugh the entire way.

"and naughty kittens deserve a punishment," as he speaks, he dips his own finger into the bowl of icing, red now gathered onto the tip before looking up at you through the rims of his glasses.

realizing what he's planning, you thrash around to no avail within the confines of his evol, trying to create distance between you two.

"nooooo! im sorry! please- aha, hahaha! sylus!"

your attempt is futile, sly smirk curling on sylus' lips as his finger moves closer and closer to your smiling face that's trying to inch further and further away, pressing his finger right onto your nose, painting it in red.

"noooooo!" you whine, sylus chuckling in amusement.

"how cute," he muses. "maybe this will teach you to behave in the kitchen."

he finally lets you down with his evol, eyeing you as you're standing upright and before him once again.

"now, go and wait till i'm finished, i'll even let you have the first taste," he bargains, turning his back to you and walking back towards the icing bowl.

despite this, a smirk plasters itself onto your face as you creep your way up behind him once again, red icing still staining your finger from moments ago stretched out, ready to paint his cheek—

"i thought i told you to behave."

despite the countless attempts to catch him by surprise attacks, he knows what you're saying through them:

i love you.

your wrist is easily caught in his grasp, stopping your attack before it can hit his cheek, a displeased groan emitting from your throat.

he brings your icing-covered finger close to his lips, lapping at the red. you watch as it momentarily stains his lips before his tongue licks them clean, humming at the flavor.

"it seems.. better this time, don't you think?" he turns, looking down at you.

you huff out a breath, trying to hide your embarrassment at his little action.

"be patient, kitten, i'll be done soon enough..." he trails off, hand unraveling from your wrist. "or do i have to restrain you?"

"i'm going, i'm going!"

with that, you scurry out of the kitchen to wait in the living room, sylus' amused chuckle surrounding the kitchen soon replaced by his soft, mindless humming once again.

i love you more.

-

a man of his caliber having a playful side seemed like a far-fetched idea.

until you experienced it for yourself.

and since the very first time, you're convinced he may be the most playful person on the entire planet.

to be fair, you kind of expected this, after all, its not like it was the first time.

but when you snatched a cupcake when his back was turned and took a bite, you didn't expect him to notice— at least, not right away.

but he did, and when he began counting, you instinctually bolted out of the kitchen, cupcake still in hand, giggles trailing behind you, determined to not be caught by him.

you dashed past the living area, two crow masks peeking up from their spot on the sofa and shifting to another figure— their boss— who was trailing behind you, watching until your figures disappeared down the long corridor of the hall.

"i give her five minutes," kieran pipes up, turning towards his brother.

"i give her three!"

"you're on!"

. . .

even as you dash down the halls, careful not to hit anything and running in scattered directions, it doesn't take long for sylus to close in on you.

you make it to a lounging area, movements slowed from the amount you've ran in the past couple of minutes, beginning to catch your breath after not sensing him around when you feel a weight on your shoulders.

"caught you."

"...!"

he's equally out of breath, taking a few moments to even his breathing, leaning against you more and more before pushing your body down onto the sofa. you fall back on the cushions with a short oof! still in the midst of catching your breath before sylus lays what feels like his entire weight right on top of you.

"sylus!"

you push against his broad chest, completely crushed by his beautiful build of a body, laughter ringing through the living space at your futile struggle against the smirking man above you.

"it seems a little kitten is stuck," he heaves a couple of breaths. "what are you going... to do about it?"

"get... off!" you laugh.

"i'm tired after all of that chasing... not to mention this is comfortable for me," he takes a couple more breaths, looking down at your slightly-sweaty face. "so i'd rather not."

"you're heavy, sylus!"

you weakly hit at his chest when he closes his eyes, pretending to fall asleep on top of you.

"sylus!"

slowly, he lifts himself up with his arms, hands planted flat on either side of your head.

"attacking me after making me chase you? how very cruel of you, sweetie."

your breaths are mostly even now, watching for sylus' next move.

he slowly begins moving his head down, and your eyes naturally flutter closed, expecting a kiss.

he takes this opportunity to plant his knees into the sofa, shifting his weight onto them as he leans down, breath fanning your lips.

"you trust me, sweetie?" he whispers against your lips.

"always," you whisper back.

he suddenly lifts his head, arms lifting and fingers immediately dancing over your midriff.

your eyes shoot open in shock and betrayal, laughs immediately ripped from your throat as you thrash beneath him, trying your best to get away despite being caged into the sofa.

"s-sy-sy- ahahah! sto-o-p! s-stop! hahaha!"

his fingers continue their brutal attack on your sensitive skin, bubbling laughter infectious as sylus joins you, pleased smile adorning his face at your current state.

he relents shortly after, allowing you to catch your breath again as he looks down at you in a daze, reaching out to straighten your hair.

"kiss..." your voice is breathless, but he catches it.

"hm?"

"you still owe me... a kiss...." you breathe out, looking up at him expectantly. "from earlier."

"ah, of course."

he leans down, capturing your lips with his, hovering over your body as your arms snake around his neck, pouring your hearts into the action. you both kiss with equal fervor, chasing each others lips, never able to get your fill of the other.

i love you.

he pulls away slowly, your legs wrapping around his waist to keep him close in fear of him leaving you all of a sudden. the look in his eyes says i'm not going anywhere, his forehead touching yours as you both breathe each other in before he tucks his head into your shoulder.

"lets stay like this... just for a bit," his quiet, husky breath hits your ear and you shiver at the sensation.

"okay," you smile, hands petting through his silver locks.

i love you, most.

and you stay together, just like that, losing track of time in the world reserved for two, heartbeats syncing up as you meld against one another, both with the shared sentiment of never letting go.

(only at your insistence of taking a shower and slipping into some fresh clothes when you think he's dozed off does he relent, slowly getting up and scooping you into his arms, making his way down the hall towards his room).

-

sylus wasn't a man of love-filled sentiments.

at least, that's what you'd initially thought.

a man like him, the big bad leader of onychinus, someone who seemed to be above everyone else, the most sought-after criminal wielding a steel-cold gun in one of his bloodstained hands...

the same hands that cradled your face, caressed your hair any chance he got, tickled you when you least expected it, carried you so lovingly at your beck-and-call, hugging you close to his chest, close enough that you could feel his beating heart—

the heart of a man who loved so wholly and completely, devoting his entire being to you.

so, despite what anyone else may think, may also assume at first glance, you knew the truth:

despite the odds, sylus was someone that knew love the best.

-

epilogue:

"so... who won?" luke turns to his brother under the crow mask.

"i did, obviously," kieran is all-too confident.

"what?!? nuh-uh, she was definitely caught in less than five minutes!"

"did we watch the same thing? that was maybe six!"

"are you.... stupid?"

"rude!"

"i didn't think you'd try to lie your way to win," luke crosses his arms over his chest.

"i am not lying!"

"are too!"

the bickering continues for a couple more minutes until luke pipes up again.

"wait, what was the prize for whoever won the bet?"

"......"

kieran is the first to speak up again.

"you know what, since you won, you can be the one to tell boss the reason so many cupcakes are missing."

"WHAT???"

later, the cameras in mephistos eyes would relay the twins chasing each other around- amongst the footage of them scarfing down the freshly-made rose-icing cupcakes.

-

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hello this is so adorable i can’t.

ITS GOING GOOD, 2nd semester of school starting sooooon 😖

waiting impatiently for summer

WBU???

“all mine.” (altered) | s.jy

a/n: as written, this is actually my old work that i decided to re-write! i hope this will give you comfort like it does to me <3 reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!! happy reading my loves🎀 here’s my masterlist!

“c’mere,” jake pats his lap with that playful grin you can never resist, the one that makes your heart do flips. his voice is soft but teasing, like he’s already expecting you to curl up in his arms. it’s your spot—his lap, his warmth, his everything. it’s where you feel safest, where you always feel loved.

but today, you hesitate. something in you feels… different. heavier. you glance down at your thighs, your stomach, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror out of the corner of your eye. it’s silly, really. you know it’s just your mind playing tricks on you, but the thought sneaks in anyway.

“i’m fine,” you mumble, staying rooted in place. your arms fold over your stomach as you avoid his gaze, hoping he won’t push.

this is so cute ☹️☹️☹️

caught! | y.jw

a/n: have you guys ever seen tha clip from one of jungwon’s live where you can see his upper lips facial hair that started to grow?? BEAUTIFUL😵‍💫 this is defo inspired by that live keke😖 here’s my masterlist!

“baby, can you help me shave?” jungwon asked, handing you his razor with an expectant look. you couldn’t help but notice the faint shadow of his moustache, barely visible but still pricking his soft skin. knowing jungwon, he probably hated the sight of it—he always shaved at the first sign of facial hair.

you took the razor from him, smiling giddily. “of course, uwon!” hopping onto the bathroom sink, you faced him, legs dangling on either side of his waist. moments like this made your heart flutter—being so close to him, feeling his warmth, catching the faint scent of his cologne that you’d recognize anywhere.

“don’t forget the shaving cream,” he murmured, his tone slightly teasing.

“uwon, let me handle this,” you said confidently, reaching for the cream. he just arched a brow but stayed silent, his lips pressing into a playful pout as you carefully lathered his face. your fingers worked gently, spreading the cream over his soft skin, humming to yourself as you did.

THIS IS SAUR CUTW

put a ring on it 𐐪♡𐑂

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Lacey and I wanted to post this so if any girls are being harassed by him they can come forward and we as a community can do something about it.

Please reblog this to get the word out

@hhtpsjennaaa, @soft-likethesunset, @wish-i-were-heather, @daystarpoet, @tuliplover222, @cultclassic111, @forestgromlin, @rins-batcave, @lovethornes, @loveinalocket, @emipie07, @junefl0wers, @inmyheaddd, @azzie-mazzie, @sofiavaa, @chickencentaur, @hearts4ruby, @secret-gardens-in-my-in-mind, @sunmoonyandstars, @sunny13star, @glxsyymads, @thisfeelslike-iykyk, @hxress23, @your-mommy-ems

@ as many people as possible

also pls @ blogs with lots of followers

@littlemissmentallyunstable @toooster @eternal--dream @elysianwayy77 @blocked-zombieartist SPREADD THE WORDDD

please reblog this.

@f4iry-bell @whatsamongus @imsaraht @balladofareader @lovethornes @jkriordanverse @hhtpsjennaaa @his-littlefox @hawthornesbiggestfann @lovezna @littlezorrillo @lovelyy-and-lost @lyra-kane @meangirlsbway @myhyperfixationisbooks @momhwa1117 @astraeajackson @wish-i-were-heather @welcome-to-chiles @eternal--dream @ribboncutzzz @riverxnymph @reyreadersblog @thornveili @your-mommy-ems @iloveyapping @onceuponabookseries @pockyyasii @fangirlingovernothingg @foreverwinter22 @glxsyymads @hxress23 @zuzanna-jadw1ga @xoxzso @xoxo-g0ssipgir1 @crenna @cherrychapstickdramaqueen @bananasmoothie44 @beabeebeee @no1bookgirl @nonerrata-myarchives @never-enough-novels @blueliketheriver @lanterns-and-daydreams @lila-77 @littlemissmentallyunstable + everyone

PERV ALTER🛑🛑

@jkriordanverse @shinchansbitch @tunguszka20 @catapparently @his-littlefox @wooyojung @shuhuaspookie @starrynightsxo @hellincarnation @im-on-crack-send-help @your-dazzling-sun @candy-canes-and-tinsel-chains @rizzgoddessans

STAY SAFE YALL

aaaaaa idk who to tag uh @artist-kreating-stuff @demigod-jack-hearth @this-lovely-universe @mireyaaaaaaaaa

@blackcherriestxox @peapea-0405 @your-dazzling-sun @cceanvvaves @evie-going-insane @momhwa1117 @totally-not-castor @just-a-silly-jellyfish @lovely-rants-alot @narkissistikos @your-average-toast-enjoyer @boba-pearl @im-on-crack-send-help @tamanna-and-her-struggles @hellincarnation

Ew??

The fuck??

@emdabitchass @this-rose-has-thornes @daonedaonlysk @lovely-rants-alot @childofthewargod @debacleofdaemons @peapea-0405 @blackcherriestxox

disgusting

@peapea-0405 @candy-canes-and-tinsel-chains @cceanvvaves @hellincarnation @im-on-crack-send-help @stargazing-on-mars @kaiserkisser

this is fcking disgusting.

please stay safe. i’m tagging a lot btw sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged.

@your-average-toast-enjoyer @whoslug @cceanvvaves @someones-here-fore-sure @starsandmarsbars @rainystarssx @jamespottersversion @regulus-cannot-swim @shortgaything @lovely-rants-alot @/everyone looking at this on my blog