Love and Deepspace - Headcannons

🦅🐚 The more isnt always the merrier 🐚🦅

based on a collaboration with another writer for the following prompt:

The prompt: running into your main lads man (boyfriend) while you're out with your second favorite lads man (as a friend) and how they would react.

You stumble out of a giant dust cloud, coughing and wheezing.

"Goddamn, Sylus! I swear, I won't escort you to one of your business meetings ever again!" you try to scold the white-haired tall man who's walking out of the smoke behind you without any care in the world, as you're still trying to catch some breaths in the heavily dusted air around you. "Why is an explosion always involved when you drag me to one of these?"

The leader of Onychinus smirks at you, his hands inside the pockets of his black tailored suit that magically masters to avoid looking as dirty as yours. "But that would be so boring, kitten." as he arrives at your side he helps with getting you cleaned up by patting some gray dust out of your hair. "Here, let me assist you."

Two hours later you leave an exclusive and expensive tailor for women's clothes, with a new dress on your body and some paper bags that Sylus carries for you. "Thank you, Sy. Very considerate of you after you ruined my stuff." you playfully wink at him.

The tall white-haired man chuckles and throws you his signature smirk "That was the least I could do after a certain kitten got all dirty and messy because of me." mirth twinkling in his scarlet eyes.

You grin back, getting the suggestiveness behind his words. This man was insufferable. And you love it! The steady banter between you is an ongoing play you enjoy too much. "Don't forget my guns! You owe me, you menace!" you shoot back, giving his muscular biceps a little bump with your fist.

It gets you another low chuckle from the leader of Onychinus. "I don't go back from my word. What is mine, is yours. All yours for the taking, Sweetie." he bends down to your height and gives you a soft grin with a little flick at your forehead.

And just as you want to come up with a remark in the little game of cat and mice, a very familiar voice interrupts the both of you.

Rafayel steps between you and Sylus, pushing you subtly away from the tall man. "Do I pay my bodyguard so poorly that she needs to entertain a Sugar Daddy?" the voice of your boyfriend was calm and indifferent, the sunset in his eyes darkened as you met his gaze.

Oh, oh, Rafayel is not making fun, he's seriously pissed. Dammit, you can only think. You never told him about Sylus and knowing how possessive the Lemurian can be, this could turn into a real mess.

So you try your best to limit the damage for now and lay a hand on his chest, right where the insignia of your vowed bond lies. "It's not what you think, Rafayel. We're only friends." and with a little nod to the man behind your tensed boyfriend "Tell him, Sy!"

And your personal menace once more proves how fitting the nickname is for him as he steps around the amethyst-haired painter and throws one of his arms on your shoulders "Right. We're besties." and a very satisfied smug grin sets on his features.

Rafayel shoots him a displeased glare as he repeats coldly "Besties, huh?" then his gaze set back on you, the fiery red in his two-toned sunset eyes flickering and blazing "I thought we need to pick up the apple guy from the airport and here you are, making a shopping trip with..." another gaze to Sylus, like he is an annoying mosquito that flies around his ear "...him?"

You sigh inside, completely aware of the tension between the two men, running out of patience about their cavemen behavior, you wiggle yourself out beneath the heavy arm of the taller Sylus. "Sy just helped me get a change of clothes after my uniform got damaged."

You grab the elegant hand of your boyfriend, trying your best to de-escalate the current situation. "And you're right, Rafayel. Let's get going. I can already hear Caleb teasing that we made him wait for us." Like that, you pull the artist away from the white-haired man and say back with a playful wink "You still owe me something!"

Sylus relaxes his stand, head tilted to the side with that grin you know all too well "Anything, Sweetie."

You wave at him as a farewell and leave with Rafayel, but it isn't the painter if he hadn't the last word in this "I'm not judging the choice of your friends, but this guy looks shady~" with a little sing-song at the end. "And he definitely isn't just a 'bestie'!"

You giggle, knowing damn well that Rafayel is so right, but you just love how jealous and pouty he looks now. So you give him a little peck on his shoved-out lips. "Is my Fishie jealous?" you tease him.

The Lemurian almost melts into your display of affection as he answers "I already need to share you with that pilot-weirdo. That's enough, just saying."

Chuckling you sneak your arm around his slender waist, and together you walk to where Rafayel has parked his car, to pick up the other love in your life who finally returns, after being away for so long.