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🍒Crawling into a Joyride🍒
Pairing: Sylus and You.
Tags: Drabble, nothing is clear between you two besides the hatred you two have for each other, not romance, and yeah the reader is basically me uz she hates being called a kitten.
Warnings: Guns, shooting, being chased by aliens (Wanderers).
You will kill this piece of shit.
You should've NOT fall for that seemingly innocent invitation of his after a mission, now here you are, your uniform is ripped, you're out of ammo, there's your hair stuck to your lip balm, AND THERES A FU%$ING FLYING PIECE OF WANDERER SHIT CHASING YOU TWO.
"Shit shit shit shit shit SHIT!" You chant angrily holding this asshole's waist for dear life because if you even think about loosening your grip you will fly alongside this Wanderer. You have no idea how this bike didn't fly with this speed, one bump and you two are dead, oh and that's not all! No no no! THIS PRICK KEEP MAKING SHARP TURNS WITHOUT LETTING YOU KNOW WHILE YOU WERE TRYING TO SHOOT THE BITCH.
"Princess if you keep calling its name it will not make it disappear you know?" He says over his shoulder, and if he wasn't the driver maybe, no actually you would choke him to death.
"Shut up and drive!" You yell at him, and you pat yourself desperately looking for more ammo and you feel your heart sinking with the realization that you don't have anymore, so you squeeze Sylus's waist hoping that the man that looks like he has more Belic power than the USA.
"If you keep groping me like that I'll have to call the police on you miss hunter~" He says with his flirty annoying tone and you groan so loud that even the demonic-looking dragon chasing you two might have heard, "Please shut up and just tell me if you have more guns!" You say looking back and forth between the path ahead and the wanderer.
"Well do you want me to shut up or-"
"SYLUS!"
"Okay then kitten," he makes sure to use the nickname you most hate, "It's in the front of my bike but I cannot let go of the handlebars now, I don't feel like dying with someone like you." His voice is smooth despite the current situation, which makes the sneer in his voice when he mentions you more clear than ever.
You feel your blood boil, you want to scream like a banshee and kill this bastard, you don't care if you die as long as you drag Sylus with you to hell.
So you lean forward, putting your feet on the bars beside the bike, and lean forward his big frame is essential right now for what you wanna do now. You lean near his ear to make sure he listens.
"Likewise you prick."
You wrap your left arm around his neck tightly and push your right leg forward past his right leg and on his waist level, then you wiggle said leg in the valley in front of him on top of the bike and start spinning around him while holding his neck tightly, Sylus stiffens and scoffs but understand what you trying to do even if he doesn't understand how the hell this will help you two.
When your back is laid upon the fuel tank of the bike, you wrap your legs tight around his waist and when your gaze meets Sylus he gives you a smirk which you respond with an eye roll, you raise your arm to grab the gun.
The gun was heavy, like a mini shotgun, you look up, past his annoyingly handsome face, and see the dragon flying atop of you two.
You raise the gun up towards the sky as the dragon aims down to destroy you.
The Devil whispers to you.
"Make it count sweetie."
Your face scrunches with anger, and you shoot right when the dragon opens its mouth hitting its protocore, its head explodes and it disappears in shiny crystals like dust.
"Good job sweetie."
"Shut up."
The bastard laughs like he's God, your arms wrap around his neck because the asshole does not slow down not allowing you even the chance to go back to your seat, he nuzzles his chest against yours keeping you secure between his bike and his chest.
From this angle, he does look like God.
But it does not matter.
Because you're a non-believer anyways.
