LADS SYLUS FANFICS
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It started with smoke, and a voice that made the panic go quiet. A firefighter who carries her out of the flames — and goes back in for her kitten. She just wanted to rebuild. Find somewhere new. Keep her kitten and herself safe. She didn’t expect him. She didn’t expect any of this. But the best things don’t always ask for permission. And falling in love, as it turns out, is no exception.
— firefighter!sylus au
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- Part 9 of l’amour de ma vie
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“She needed a plus one. She put his name last and told herself it was practical. He answered yes to her request. What neither of them expected was what a single weekend at the countryside would do to three years of carefully maintained distance — and every feeling they’d been calling by the wrong name.”
— writer/journalist!sylus qin x writer/journalist!reader
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- Part 6 of l’amour de ma vie
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“Why don’t you run me through tonight’s plans?” Sylus says as he helps you into the car. “Since you’re my assistant now.”
“Arrival in fifteen, shake hands, and get an invite to cocktail party at eight,” you go down the list on your fingers after you buckle yourself in. “Mingle until we’re either invited to a backroom or someone can give us a name. And then we kick their asses.”
Sylus chuckles. He keeps his eyes on the road as he drives, shifting gear with one hand, the other lazily on the steering wheel. It’s effortlessly hot, and it annoys you a great deal. “There might be a few steps in between intelligence gathering and ass-kicking, but you got the gist of it. You are?”
“Your overworked assistant,” you say.
“Overworked?” Sylus asks, amused. “I don’t remember this being part of the script.”
“I’m simply trying to portray my role as realistically as possible.”
You moonlight as Sylus’ assistant. Things go a little differently than planned.