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𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗢𝗔𝗥𝗗 - sylus qin oneshot

summary — She was just the kindergarden teacher—until the twins’ father started showing up unexpectedly, his intentions either unclear or EXTREMELY obvious When an accident shakes them all, hidden feelings surface, and nothing will ever be the same.

pairings — singledad!sylus x fem!reader

content / tags — afab!reader, sylus adopted luke&kieran (4 y.o), kindergarden, non story-based timeline, fluff!, there’s an accident, cute kids antics + more

warnings — mentions of blood, cuts, stitches, fully sfw!!

words — 1.7k

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You didn’t notice anything until the second week.

The father of the twins seemed to linger by the entrance a little longer each day, asking about their behavior or whether they’d slept well during naptime—even though your answer always remained the same:

“Yes, sir. They both behaved well.”

At first, you thought he was just a very anxious parent, concerned about his children’s well-being.

But the more he stayed, the more he asked, the longer he held eye contact—and the more often he handed you iced coffee when dropping off the twins—you couldn’t help but feel a little… off.

Sometimes, you’d sneak a glance at his fingers, quietly noting the absence of a wedding ring. Was that why he was extra worried for his kids? Because he was single?

You mentally kicked yourself for the rude assumption. But eventually, you found out—straight from the twins themselves—that their father, Sylus, was indeed single.

“Dad is alone. He has no wife,” Kieran would mention casually.

“Yeah, we have no mom either,” Luke added without hesitation.

You sat beside them, gently helping them color a drawing—one of them in shining armor, the other just as valiant. Their father was included too, drawn as a sort of horse (?) beneath them, as they excitedly talked about their little family.

“Oh, I see,” you’d reply every now and then, laughing at their stories of their dad’s odd habits.

“Your dad has a pet crow?” you asked, genuinely bewildered.

“Mephisto is, uhm… what’s that word? Oh yeah, mechanical! Dad made him to watch us while he works!” Kieran proudly explained.

You nodded. “Ah…”

“We should draw teacher too!” Luke suddenly said. Your eyes lit up. “Why do you think so?” you asked, smiling.

“Oh! I get it,” Kieran chimed in immediately. “It’s because Dad likes you! We should draw you on a tower and Dad and us will rescue you!”

If the crow didn’t shock you enough, this certainly did.

“What?” you asked softly, but before they could respond, the entrance door slid open.

Sylus stood there, his usual smirk in place. “Time to go home, kiddos.” He chuckled.

You practically jumped to your toes, still processing the bombshell the kids had just dropped. Though still unconfirmed, your five years of kindergarden experience had taught you one thing:

Kids don’t lie. Even if they attempted to.

You quickly helped the twins into their puffer jackets, shielding them from the freezing weather. Sylus watched as you moved around them with ease, a softness in his gaze.

“Miss, here’s some cake I picked up on the way,” he said once the three of you approached him. You helped the kids with their shoes before accepting the box.

“Oh my, thank you. You didn’t have to—”

“Please. I wanted to treat you,” he smiled.

You stared at the cake for a moment before nodding your thanks again.

“So, Miss? How were the both of them today? Any troublemakers?” he asked, effortlessly picking them both up as they giggled in his arms.

“They were well-behaved, as usual, sir,” you replied. The same line you always gave. It felt automatic now—almost rehearsed.

Usually, he would just nod or thank you. But this time, his gaze lingered a second longer.

“Uhm… they didn’t say anything… embarrassing, did they?” he asked suddenly, making your eyes widen slightly.

“Huh? What do you mean?” you asked, feigning confusion. He let out a soft laugh.

“It’s just— you’re blushing harder than I’ve ever seen. They told you, didn’t they?”

Luke and Kieran snickered, their hands covering their mouths.

“I don’t understand—“

“About my genuine interest in you,” he smirked.

You could’ve melted into the floor. You’d never felt anything quite like it—not even after nearly a decade of chasing your passion in early childhood education.

Your goals had always been different from your friends. Over time, your relationships with them faded.

Most of your blind dates fizzled the moment you mentioned being a daycare teacher. The men would hesitate, then apologize—saying you seemed too gentle, too grounded, too… permanent.

But this man, Sylus—who knew exactly what you did, had seen you with kids, and still showed genuine interest—he was a different story.

“Would you like to join us for dinner, Miss?” Sylus asked, his voice calm, edged with something unreadable.

You hesitated. Your eyes flicked between his face and the twins. You weren’t dressed for an evening out, and you hadn’t planned to stay long. But the warmth in his voice, and the sincerity in his eyes, made it hard to refuse.

“I wouldn’t want to impose…” you started softly.

“You wouldn’t be,” Sylus said gently, pulling out a chair. “We’d love your company.”

You thought of making another excuse, but your stomach growled at the worst moment, betraying you completely.

“…Alright,” you said finally, with a small smile. “Just for a little while.”

The twins cheered as you stepped inside to remove your apron, tidy your hair, and slip on your shoes.

“Shall we?” he asked.

You nodded.

As the days passed, dinner with Sylus and the twins became a routine. Sometimes at cozy restaurants, sometimes at their home where Sylus would cook.

You met Mephisto. And… you’re still unsure how to feel about him.

He’s unnerving—more than a machine, less than alive. His eyes glint like rubies, sharp and too aware. His wings rustle with every movement, their feathers like steel threads. When he screeches, it’s not a sound you hear—it’s one you feel, metallic and raw, deep in your bones.

At first, you flinched when he turned toward you, convinced he saw too much. Now, you meet his gaze and nod. He nods back. Sometimes.

Sylus says he only responds to commands. You’re beginning to think he understands far more than that.

The twins have grown more comfortable with you—so comfortable they ask to hold your hand while walking, so comfortable they nod along when strangers call you a beautiful little family.

You’re in the middle of reading a dragon book with Luke, who is far too immersed and animated for his own good. You had zero knowledge of dragons before today, but now, thanks to him, you’ve learned more than you ever thought you would.

That is, until a sharp cry pierced the air.

It came from the playground—where your co-worker had been watching the other kids.

You immediately stood and ran outside.

And the sight that greeted you nearly made you scream.

Kieran was on the ground, clearly having fallen from the top of the slide. Blood trickled from a cut above his eyebrow, sharp against his pale skin.

Of everything that could happen at a daycare, this—kids getting hurt—was your greatest nightmare.

Even a simple fever had you fluttering around like a helpless damsel, desperate to make things better. And now, blood? Stitches?

Your co-worker was already tending to him as you called the ambulance.

Later, at the ER, you sat on the bed beside a sniffly Kieran—his forehead now bandaged from the three stitches—and Luke curled up at your other side. The two of them held hands tightly, drawing comfort from each other.

Suddenly, footsteps pounded down the hallway.

“Kieran! Luke!” Sylus’s voice broke through the sterile hum, tight with worry. He came after your panic call to him.

Kieran looked up and immediately reached for him. Sylus rushed forward, lifting him gently, his hand stroking the boy’s back.

“Are you okay, buddy?” he asked, panicked.

Kieran whimpered and hugged him tighter. Luke clung to Sylus’s leg.

“I’m sorry, Dad…” he mumbled. “I wasn’t with Kieran to make sure he was okay…”

Sylus crouched down, hand on Luke’s shoulder.

“Hey,” he said gently. “It’s alright, bud. You’re not supposed to carry that alone. Accidents happen. What matters is that he’s okay—and that you’re both safe now.”

Kieran reached out toward his brother.

“It wasn’t your fault, Luke. I slipped. You didn’t even see it.”

Eventually, Luke let himself be pulled into his father’s arms, the three of them tangled in one quiet, warm moment. Sylus glanced up at you and mouthed, thank you.

The drive home was quiet. You sat in the passenger seat while Sylus drove, the twins asleep in their car seats.

“Thank you, [Name],” he said softly.

“No, don’t—I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let them play outside so long. I was distracted—”

“You still made sure Kieran got to the hospital safely. I appreciate that. I really do.”

As if sensing your lingering guilt, he reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours while still steering with the other.

“It’s not your fault,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your skin. “Ease up, Miss Teacher.” He chuckled.

“They’re boys. At their age, that cut won’t even leave a scar.”

“But what if Kieran hates me? What if he’s too scared to come back—”

He laughed—a little tol loudly.

“Hates you? When they beg me every day to make you their mom?”

You turned to him, eyes wide. “Wha—”

“You heard me. Hate you? When I’m clearly so in love with you?” He brought your hand to his lips “Or are you still in denial?”

You leaned back with a soft laugh.

“Is that so?” you asked.

He nodded, making a turn toward your apartment complex.

“And how you saved my son today? That’s another point for my imaginary lover scorecard.”

You laughed as the car came to a stop.

“We’re here, Sweetheart. Don’t worry—”

His words barely left his mouth before you leaned in, silencing him with a kiss.

Your fingers brushed his jaw. The rest of the world melted away.

It was a kiss slow and full of unspoken things. When you pulled back, your foreheads stayed together, his eyes dark with something unreadable.

“Thank you for the ride,” you whispered.

You turned toward the twins.

“That’s going to be tough—waking them up and carrying them in?”

“You know it,” he groaned playfully.

“If only you were my lover, we’d each carry one of them, laugh at their sleepy antics, walk inside the house together…”

“That’s some imagination you’ve got,” you teased.

“…I’m manifesting,” he said, stealing one last kiss before you stepped out.

He didn’t drive off until you disappeared from view. A moment later, his phone buzzed.

You: Careful what you picture—I might just bring it to life.

-fin-

a/n: guess who’s my main in lads 😞 i love sylus & the twins!! fanart credits : （@soro_kichi） on X

#SO WEAK FOR SYLUS BABY DADDY #this was so cute 😭

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