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The prompt: “Sylvain has been good about staying quiet and on his best behavior on the occasions he’s allowed in the office during streams. Until one night…”
The first night was a disaster. Sylvain was Sylvain and distracted Felix to no end. After Felix abandoned the stream for them to fuck messily on his couch, he told Sylvain in no uncertain terms that it would never happen again. Ever. This was his life, his livelihood, his job, and he couldn’t risk it. Not even for Sylvain.
And Felix knows Sylvain gets it. Does he want to commandeer every moment of Felix’s time? Of course, but he never would. Does he want to shout to the world that this prickly man is his and his alone? Naturally, but he never would. Not unless Felix expressly told him it was okay, and given that the most personal information Felix has given on stream about his life is that he owns a cat, it doesn’t look likely.
Felix does, however, allow Sylvain to sit in on his streams from time to time. It comforts him in a way he never thought company would, and would never admit to. He never knew he was lonely until Sylvain wormed his way into Felix’s life. He never knew that Twitch chat couldn’t hold a candle to the feeling of a warm presence behind him, silently (and not so silently in chat) cheering him on. Sylvain sits with his laptop on his lap, safely ensconced among the fluffy blue cushions of Felix’s couch, watching the stream with headphones on and a goofy grin on his face.
Felix loves the goofy grin the most, and sometimes will even respond with his own, much more muted, grin when he looks over his shoulder, as he finds himself almost always doing now, after achieving something awesome on stream.
Since that first night, Sylvain has been good about staying quiet and staying on his best behavior while Felix streams. Felix is relieved.
It’s a Wednesday and Felix is playing through the Resident Evil 2 remake. Truthfully he’s not the biggest fan of the Resident Evil franchise despite horror games being his “thing,” but he doesn’t let that interfere with putting on a good show. Things are going well. He hasn’t died yet, which he’s proud of especially on the hardest difficulty, and the viewer count is climbing steadily toward 2.5k. So far, it’s definitely a good night.
Until.
Sylvain is sitting on the couch behind him. Felix is leaning forward slightly, engaged in combat with a number of zombies, when suddenly there is the plasticy crash of a laptop hitting the carpet and the most high-pitched, ear-splitting scream Felix has ever heard come from a man.
Felix’s first instinct is that something must be horribly wrong, and he spins around in his chair to investigate so fast that he forgets to switch the mute button on his mic. When he surveys the scene, he sees Sylvain curled up with his legs folded in front of him, carefully not touching the floor, his eyes wide and his face white.
“What the fuck, Sylvain?”
(The chat goes nuts. Who is Sylvain??)
“Don’t ‘what the fuck’ me when there is a horrible monster right there!” Sylvain shrieks, pointing to the far wall where one of those, indeed very horrible, multi-legged fluffy looking house centipedes is making its way up the wall.
(He sounds sexy! And scared, but also sexy! Who is that?)
Felix disentangles himself from his cords and picks up the empty box his new mouse came in earlier that day. Rolling his eyes at Sylvain’s dramatics, he gets up and approaches the creature, but Sylvain interrupts him, again.
“You can’t smoosh it!” he cries. “It’ll leave a horrible purple mark on the wall and I will never again be able to look at that wall without having PTSD flashbacks!”
(He’s being kind of dramatic, but this is so cute!)
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Felix says, a mixture of annoyed, endeared, and completely incredulous. “What am I supposed to do, catch it and bring it outside?”
Sylvain’s eyes are wide as saucers as they move back and forth between Felix and the centipede, careful not to let it out of his sight lest it skitter away to places unknown only to torment them unexpectedly later. “I don’t know,” he whispers. “I don’t know what to do.”
“You’re ridiculous,” is all Felix says. There is a loud noise as he slams the box down on the centipede. When he pulls the box back, most of the body comes with the it, but it, as expected, leaves a purple mark and a couple of legs behind. “Since when did you get so scared of bugs, anyway?”
“Those things are terrors unleashed upon the world by a vengeful goddess,” Sylvain says seriously as he slowly, so slowly, looking around for more centipedes, unfolds himself from the couch. “Anyway, you better get back to the stream. I’ll… I’ll clean this up. I can be brave.”
(This is so domestic. Does this Sylvain guy live with him or something?)
Felix smiles a small, amused smile and shakes his head as he passes the box over. He leans in and presses a kiss to Sylvain’s cheek. “You really are ridiculous,” he says, voice fond, before he heads back to his chair and settles back in.
(Oh my god, listen to how soft LoneWolf sounds. Does he have a boyfriend??)
Felix hooks himself back up, puts his headphones back on, and glances at chat. His stomach drops when he realizes that his mic is not, in fact, muted.
Oh, he thinks. Shit.