#kieran writes

[kieran-granola]

You know how there's a subset of martial arts Tiktok where people post short vids of them doing a quick routine/choreography?

People in Gotham post blurry clips of the Bats, and a few martial artists challenge each other to reproduce the moves. One vid goes viral and more people start to give it a try, including non martial artists, who just meme with the choreography/try to imitate some moves just in good fun (and whoa some dancers and gymnasts do surprisingly well)

It naturally gets back to the Wayne brood, except, of course, the real challenge for them is to fail in a believable way.

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Tim, on camera: "I was nearly good enough for the Olympics, surely I can do that...? Let's find out."

[cue footage of him falling down, cartoon-style, right as Damian was walking by and getting both of them drenched in Dami's smoothie]

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Jason sees the compilation someone made of Bruce's ridiculous attempts at reproducing the moves (Tim and Steph roped him into their shenanigans.)

Two days later, a video of Red Hood goes viral: it's him condescendingly explaining how to throw a punch and challenging Bruce Wayne to do it properly because "no Gothamite should be so shit at fighting"

Bruce is verklempt when he watches it, because some of it is word-for-word how he taught baby!Jay

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Tim gives Damian blurry, grainy footage of Black Bat to imitate. After that, Dami spends days hounding Cass for training because he nearly broke his nose tripping over his own feet.

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Dick flawlessly lands a flip in front of all the others with "ASSERTING DOMINANCE" written on screen before winking at the camera.

Right before the video cuts, Tim's voice can be heard saying, "Whatever, your ass is still flat compared to Nightw—"

[faggotfungus]

[mymistakewriting]

Unnamed Alex Summers writing piece

TW: He's a Summers, that comes as it's own warning. Mentions of canon events of kidnapping, murder, memory altercation, etc, etc. Basically a whole mess of trauma.

Family had never been something that Alex really gave any thought to. Up until he was 8, family was Scott. It was tiptoeing around whatever irritation the two of them had managed to build up in their parents. It was playful bickering and stupid games of pretend and yelled insults that landed them both in trouble but that they could laugh about at the end of the night.

After that? Well, that's when it got difficult.

He never thought he'd been someone who tied himself, his worth to someone else and their opinion of him. He thought he was a hell of a lot stronger than that as a kid. And yet, the second he was separated from Scott, all those belief systems he'd clung to so desperately following the crash shattered, leaving behind someone who bent until there was nothing left of who he had been just for a shard of the attention he still needed as he grew up.

He'd learned fast when he was with his new family that the only options were say what people wanted to hear or don't speak at all. Anything else would only start a war that he wasn't prepared to fight.

Even worse was the reaction when his powers manifested in his panic to protect Haley and himself.

The fear he'd seen in the aftermath of it had been enough to awaken a new level of self-loathing that he hadn't been ready for.

He'd killed someone. Completely incinerated him.

And sure, it had saved their lives - but was that supposed to make it better? Because it didn't.

It just made him afraid.

And then, just like that, it was gone. No memory of it, no lingering aftermath. It was like it had never happened at all. Life was just back to normal.

Of course, it didn't stay normal. No, that would have been far too easy.

College had been good - a breather from the expectations of the Blandings to be a replacement for their dead son, a chance to get to learn who Alex was supposed to be under all of that. A chance to learn about his own birth family, though he hardly had any luck with that with how vague his memories of them were.

And then they were right back around to the powers that he didn't remember having, didn't know how to control, and suddenly everything felt a lot more complicated than he wanted it to.

The last normal thing in his life being getting a masters degree in geophysics before everything went to Hell was definitely not something he wanted to boast about.

But it led him back to Scott. He hadn't seen his brother in... what, twelve years? He hadn't even been sure he'd survived their landing, in all honesty. He'd always been too afraid to ask.

But that didn't mean that it was without it's issues - the shit he'd had to do to get there, he was sure he'd never sleep properly again from it. It felt like he was unraveling at his core any time he stopped to think about it too hard.

And so, it became easier to just let his power happen as it happened - near death, severely injured, and suddenly boom. But damn if he wasn't sick of being a glorified punching bag just to be able to stand a chance at survival. He'd done that for long enough, biting words of why can't you do anything right melding with his own frustrations and disappointments to make what had to be an entire mental field of land mines just waiting to go off if he didn't tread carefully.

Control was important. But it was hard won. And it wasn't without being made acutely aware of how dangerous his blasts were to anyone that wasn't his brother - who certainly didn't seem the least bit concerned about the mental toll all this was taking on him, though Alex couldn't say if he even knew with how practiced he was at only letting things break him down in the privacy of his own bed, tucked away from any prying eyes or ears after a decade of practice.

But it was a lot. He wanted control, he wanted to be able to assure himself that he wasn't going to accidentally maim or kill someone he ared for - or anyone, for that matter, he'd be happy with that - but at the same time, he didn't think he'd ever done something quite this difficult before. And considering he'd all but raised himself and had been preparing to go in for a doctorate before all Hell broke loose? He thought that really said something about the caliber of bullshit he was having to wade through.

Worse still, he thought late one night as the waves of loathing and pain and hopelessness washed over him after yet another day of trying and failing and trying some more, was that he couldn't even recognize Scott anymore.

None of their old jokes or banter got a reaction, and insults only got an annoyed grimace. There was no comfort to be found, no familiarity.

Scott wasn't his fearless brother anymore - just another schoolyard bully with too much to do.

It made the faith the man was always showing him feel hollow, a showcase for the point of being a showcase, no real pride or feeling behind it at all.

It just reminded him of the Blandings, of their oh-so false enthusiasm when he did well in school.

It made him feel alone. He was just about sick of that feeling.

And then he got it. Three too many close calls, about a dozen near misses of him hurting someone he cared for, and then all of a sudden it clicked and he got it.

And once he knew how to control his power, all that struggling and the sleepless nights and the you'll get it next times suddenly felt like they belonged to someone else. Not him, someone who had more to give.

He didn't stay with the X-Men. He didn't stay with Scott. But he found himself drawn back every single time he left. There was just something about it, something felt like home, like family and warmth and comfort that he hadn't known since he was a child.

But that wasn't always a good thing.

It meant he was nearby when the belief systems made marks and separated people. It meant he had to watch as mutants like him were demonized for existing.

It made his own hatred of himself and his powers so much more pronounced. And he had none of the coping skills to handle it.

He'd never asked for this. And to top it all off, the screaming of burden, freak, better off dead only got louder the longer he stuck around. Scott tried, Alex knew he did. "You're not a burden to me" mixed with a stupid, long broken childhood promise that they'd always be there - not by either of their faults, life just hadn't been kind enough to either of them.

It dug into that borrowed joy, the feeling of self he'd had to fight wars with himself to win back, and turned it to ash.

Scott thought they had a family in the other mutants because their differences tied them together.

Alex knew better. A trauma bond like that couldn't form a family. It could only form more pain in the long run, especially as long as that was all people could see.

So he opposed it. As much as it pained him to do, he was tired of being just Havok. He was tired of being just a mutant. He wanted to be Alex. And he'd never understand why that wasn't enough for the others.

He wasn't strong enough to have that conversation, though. Family had never been something he thought he'd run from. But then again, he hadn't thought anything of family until suddenly it was gone.

[abyssyby]

sylus's little twins — intro

— meet Lucian & Kyros, sylus’s little energy storm! ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ: hi hi hi! im so excited to get this out hehehe, a formal-ish introduction to the twin boys i've been writing about in my boydad!sylus au. they were initially passing thoughts, but with all of your continuous enthusiasm towards the littles, they'd grown into these darling characters. i hope you enjoy & love them as much as i do! ❀-urs

kyros & lucian highlight | sylus x reader | parenting hcs/scenarios, little twin hcs, mama!reader, soft boydad!sylus 💕 ft. big twins (luke & kieran)!

general info:

☆ Lucian was born first, Kyros 10.9 minutes later 

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sylus was there for all the check-ups & ultrasounds but only found out you were having twins during the last check-up. 

Lucian has always been more energetic and drawn to the spotlight, even in the womb— Kyros, sleepier and cozier, has tucked himself behind his brother in all their photos. It wasn't until the final weeks that Lucian decided to reveal his first little surprise to his parents— when he shifted and made way for them to meet the second heartbeat. Sylus had to take a seat. "Beloved, breathe," you chuckled, rubbing his thumb with your own as he blinks away the spots in his vision.

sylus barely slept the first three days they were born, watching all three of you like a guard dog 

not so much worried that something terrible will befall something so wonderful 

but just… taking it all in— something he'd never thought he'd have in any lifetime, and yet here you are. giving, giving, giving— his generous heart.

he walked to your side of the bed, pressed kisses to your forehead as you slept. you’d stir awake to him brushing your hair out of your eyes, feeling your cheekbones with the pad of his thumb. eyes soft and teary like melting lava. you yawn, catching his wrist with your fingers. “you okay? is something wrong?”  he smiles, shakes his head. “no. everything’s perfect.” 

he hovers over the boys constantly. quick to pick one up when he stirs.

"hello, little one, shh..." he murmurs. his voice breaks at the volume, unused to being so careful before. but he is trying. he will try everyday. "papa is here. papa's got you."

cant help but poke on their cheeks as they sleep, or ruffle their hair with his finger (they're so small, he can't believe it)

the first twin to grab his finger and hold on is kyros, and sylus needed several minutes to compose himself 

when one or both cries, sylus is always the first to respond. he checks diapers, gas and if it’s hunger, he wakes you gently (he's master of the night shift atp)

tummy time was difficult for him in the start, fearing the baby wouldn’t like it, that he’d run too warm or he accidentally shifts them the wrong way. but once he starts, it becomes his favorite pastime.

he hums to them, sings to them, reads to them. theres always at least one strapped to his chest as he goes about his day in the base.

when they get a little older and they can roll over on their bellies, sylus spends hours on his belly too, studying their faces and expressions. his sole purpose is to make them react. peek-a-boo is a favorite.

when lucian starts to babble (kyros will follow soon after) sylus is over the moon. he loves talking back to them. 

“ahh-ah. ooo-ea-ea.” kyros coos, pulling his legs up and down as if bouncing. “i understand, but mephisto is made of metal.” sylus says, chin resting on the nest his forearms had formed on the edge of the bassinets. “ah a wi wi waaaghu” lucian counters. “i didn’t see it that way. maybe i will try to change his synthetic fibers.” sylus nods. “ji ji aah! ah!” kyros. “and pre-record wheels on the bus, yes.” 

sylus 🤝🏻 nursery rhymes (he sings them in the shower??)

you and sylus both love watching them discover each other— like, they’d just forget the other exists for a while until they glance beside them and see their faces staring back. the giggles, the smiles, the eventual spit up— magical

the big twins (kieran and luke) sob when they realize their names are inspired by their own 

"Luke, hold Kyros's neck steady," you advise as you hand him the baby. Luke sits excitedly on the couch, arms out, nodding enthusiastically. it was an amusing little position he was in— he'd cocooned himself between all the throwpillows in the living room and looked like a bird in his nest. "Yes, got it." he says. he's done his research. he and Kieran practiced on cantaloupes while you were away. "Cradle the baby to support his hips and back." Kieran quotes from the LinkiHow, sitting on the other side of the couch, also cocooned in all the pillows. Sylus gave them tired but fond looks. "This is Lucian." Sylus says, placing his son carefully in Kieran's awaiting arms. It takes a minute, but you can always count on them to make a connection. Luke says it jokingly, "Hey, boss man, they both have our initials." You smile unironically. "Do you like it?" Kieran freezes, getting the implication almost immediately. "What?" It snaps into Luke a second later. "What?!" It's very difficult to cry with newborns in their arms. Good thing the pillows minimized the trembling.

never lets you and sylus hear the end of it

"When Lucian climbs on my shoulders, we're a giant robot called Lu-lu." Kieran snorts. "Lemon?" "Can you shut up for once in your life?"

"Boss man, how's mini me?" "Boss hunter, can we borrow the little twins? Namesakes have to bond." and the famous "Hey, dad," one too many times to Sylus. (sylus never corrects them)

steals them away when they’re able to sit up on their own, stays within the base, but at the sight of the masks, the little twins are sent into fits of happy wiggles 

kieran and luke are first to experience the two playing more intricate pretend scenarios (they're big influences)

the little twins’ first prank is to doodle on sylus’s face (sylus was awake, giggling even, but the little twins were 100% sure they got away with it. big twins supervised.)

Lucian the blinding flash of lightning 

pronounced: loo・see・yan

also called “Cian” (see-yan) 

also known as: angel (mama & papa), little boss (big twins), JAWS (kieran when lucian bit him the first time), little dragon (papa) 

has bright, carmine eyes, forever shining with mischief

socialized very early when he refused to be apart from mama or papa 

first word is “mama”. sylus was very excited for you (“papa” followed soon after)

"Say papa." Sylus coaxes, bouncing Lucian on his knee. His boy's bright eyes focused on his mouth, as he made popping noises to emphasize the p's. "P-p-aaa. Papa." Lucian followed the movements with a gummy little smile. But no sound emerged from his mouth. Sylus did everything in his power to make him vocalize, but Lucian's will was stronger than his father's charm. And then you came. Kyros had just gone down for his second nap, and you plop down beside Sylus and Lucian. "It's mama." Sylus points out. And with his full chest, proud and loud, Lucian booms. "Mama!" You scream. Sylus is speechless for a moment but cheers nonetheless. Showers Lucian with kisses and praise. Maybe Kyros will get his p's right.

always strapped on someone’s chest or back in his early days, wriggling in the carrier and testing the bounce

kieran and luke’s test gerbil— uh, sorry, play buddy 

Lucian, having been exposed more to people and positive reinforcement, was quick to gain confidence to try things without fear or even consciousness of failure 

so he flips over first, sits up first, crawls first, has his first steps first and is running by the time kyros can put one foot before the other without support

but he has more little scrapes and bruises from being so active 

loves mama! loves loves loves mama. mama gives him kissies and sweeties. and mama says “yay! Lucian!” in the most beautiful voice 

loves papa too. is a little intimidated by him— only because papa is the first to see his mistakes when he tumbles and falls. papa makes that “tsss” noise when he picks him up. 

but then papa gives warm hugs. and his hair is soft. and papa is tall, and lucian likes sitting on his shoulders. 

lucian loves the sky. you'd "sun" them often when they were little, just sit outside in the shade for the warmth and the nutrients. it was lucian's favorite thing, having developed a Pavlovian response to the words "sun time!" before he even knew what they meant— he'd be wriggling already.

lucian thinks kyros is a little mouse. he adores kyros, always cheers him on like everyone does for him— “ya! go keewo!” 

but kyros looks so small (theyre the same size) 

and lucian is overcome with the responsibility of protecting his brother 

lucian loves hugging kyros (coined the term "squeezy-squeezes"), learning from everyone around him how to treat his brother

sometimes can get a little too rough

made kyros cry once— he cried harder. 

The twins have been in their little playpen for a while, throwing stuffed-balls that jingle at each other as a game of catch. Kyros catches with your help, his back against your belly. Your arms like wings maneuver his to catch the ball in a gentle clap. "Cat!" Lucian says. He's already mastered the act of throwing down to a tee. But somehow a heavier rubber ball had rolled into their soft ball pile, and he'd chucked it at Kyros's nose. "Oh!" you startle first, bending down to see Kyros's face already puckered up in a silent sob. "Oh, darling." Sylus is already at the door at the sound, taking in the scene before him. Your worried fussing, Kyros's reddening nose and... A wailing, louder than the offended's fills the room. Terror-stricken and horrified, Lucian empties his little lungs at the image of his brother sobbing because of him. "Lucian." Sylus sighs, picking him up and rocking him side to side. Mama and papa danced side to side, soothing, as they sang a painful little harmony for them for a while.

absorbs how you and sylus interact. 

⟢ places both palms on papa’s face to look in his eyes — "papa, shmeeties." (sweeties) ⟢ presses his nose to papa’s cheek when he's in his arms and papa is talking to someone else ⟢brushes your hair back from your eyes when you're telling him, "lucian, no more sweeties, okay?" ⟢ kisses your forehead the most ⟢ pokes papa’s lips when he’s idling or reading

likes sweeties (candies, cakes, ice creams, u name it)

loves to climb! loves going up, up high! 

needs that vestibular input when he teeters on the edge of something (effectively giving sylus daily heart attacks)

does not like hats :( 

drags kyros by the hand everywhere (kyros does this too! learns it from lucian)— one time when kyros couldnt quite walk yet, you find lucian dragging him face-planted across the floor. kyros kinda just went with it

started the trend of running up to you or sylus when you get home from missions and throwing himself in your arms

sensitive. doesnt like being scolded but understands to an extent why. sylus is good at explaining discipline to his toddlers.

“papa doesn’t want you to get hurt. so I'm saying it in a strong voice so you listen and remember,” sylus explains firmly. “love lucian? papa?” he asks, snot and tears running down his blotchy red cheeks. sylus softens, huffing the through his nose and wiping his son's tears away with his thumbs. “of course i love you, angel. just, please stop sliding down the bannister.”  oh, sylus is so very tired.

sleeps with his limbs strewn about

sylus is always hit in the eye when they nap together

Kyros the gentle rumble of thunder

pronounced: kee・ ros

also called “kyro” ("kee-ro" as Lucian so lovingly puts it, unable to get that s sound just yet)

also known as: angel (mama & papa), little boss (big twins), KYYYYROSSS (luke, when they lift him over their head like a presentation to the gods), and turtle (papa)

his eyes are a darker shade of red, like a stormy sea of blood. and so his little baby stares are extra O.O when he’s watching everyone around him

kyros was sickly during his first few months, which led to him being a little less socialized compared to his brother

sylus was very doting on kyros, worried immensely, didnt know a wink of sleep for the first three months of thunderous little coughs rattling such a small, fragile body 

he held him more, gave him the medicine, took shifts with you when you forced him to get rest

but kyros pulled through. he’s healthy by the time the third month rolls in, and so he starts rolling, too

kyros watches lucian do his firsts and copies. less trial, less error— the little owl he is

his babbles were quieter, and so you whisper to him hushed words of affirmation 

"ehh? egh ah!" kyros coos, eyes locked onto yours as if actually making conversation at 4 months. "yes, angel, you’re very handsome." you smile back, exaggerated nods, and a lilting voice. "ah-ooo, oo-eeh." "much muuuuch more than papa." you affirm. and suddenly sylus is right behind you. "hm? sorry?"

he does get his p's right!! but first word is “pito” (mephisto -> phisto -> pisto -> ⊹ ࣪ ˖ pito ⊹ ࣪ ˖), his baby monitor

loves papa. oh, sylus really did a number on him by sticking with him during those sick months. now he’s formed an attachment.

most comfortable with papa. likes being held by him, snuggles his messy little hair in the crook of sylus’s neck, mouths gummy little kisses on sylus’s cheeks.

had a phase where he relayed all his thoughts in a whisper to papa. sylus would broadcast it for everyone else to hear. he'd nod in approval with a little "mhm."

loves mama too, of course. loves mama’s voice. mama’s scent. he almost always falls asleep in your presence. never, ever fussy with you. 

has developed very particular sensory needs— preferring deep pressure hugs, dimmer lighting, and more gentle, quieter sounds

he works through most issues, but in his toddler stage, he’s easily spooked and startled— cries often when he is

loves lucian! lucian is eternally amusing to him. his favorite slapstick. lucian, his walking chatty clone— tumbling over and startling him and making him giggle. he loves Lucian.

lucian's hugs! love that!

lucian's games! so fun!

lucian's attempts to string him along (even if he ends up waxing the floor with his forehead)! owwie, but yes!!

kyros feels his feelings deep and slow. disciplining him is like yelling at a baby duck with too-large eyes and a pouty little lip 

it's very hard to stay mad at him (sylus struggles the most)

“kyros? you understand why papa is mad, right?”  kyros doesnt move. doesn't even look at him. sylus swallows.  “kyros, papa is mad because…” kyros starts hiccuping, choking on silent tears. “papa mad.” sylus digs his nails into his palms. “papa... mad because you almost got hurt. got an ouchie.”  kyros nods. “Papa mad. ouchie.”  on second thought, sylus isnt that good at disciplining toddlers. "kyros, say you understand." "un'tad." kyros weeps. "okay." sylus grabs his baby and cradles him to his chest. he peppers kisses into his hair and holds him tight. “no more. all done.”  “all done.” kyros sobs. sylus has to hold his back too.

kyros likes the nighttime, the outdoors. when he was sick, sylus often stood on the balcony and talked to him about the stars. somehow that absorbed. 

kyros thrives in music. you discovered this, when he was fussy one day, and you were tired and aching, and decided to hum a tune into the crown of his head as you rocked him side to side 

he quieted instantly, and you realize the vibrations of your voice have resonated in his skull— effectively calming him by buzzing like a bee

aside from papa, lucian is his next pillar of support. he tends to grasp onto lucian's hand and tug on his shirt when he gets that little bit scared.

likes the kitchen. happy to be in a carrier as you or sylus cooks. he likes the scents and the chop-chop-chop sounds. 

likes hats :) 

the first to bap! lucian when they got into a little argument. big emotions overwhelmed him easily, so when lucian took the stuffie from his hands, his little fist came down on lucian's thigh— it didnt hurt, but they were both told off and both cried 

kyros clung to lucian all day after that — “sowwi, see-yan, sowwi.” 🥺

the big twins still navigate around kyros more cautiously, trying to learn his subtlety, but they get it eventually. kyros reminds them of themselves when they were much smaller, seeking comfort and a safe space. they do everything in their power to provide that for him (and lucian too) 

kyros asks with little words, speech at a slower & steadier rate of development 

"papa home?" "squash! more?" (uses the little more gesture) "pease?" "hug! hug!" "one, two cookie? pease?" (spams the more gesture again)

uses your and sylus’s pet names for each other to address you sometimes

“ma bub (my love), papple juice, pease?” to papa  “peepie (sweetie), up?” to mama “peepart (sweetheart), pease? pease, peepart?” “na-night dadin' (darling)!” to lucian

likes apple juice 🧃💕

is super mesmerized by mephisto, but still gets surprised at his movements— flinches when mephisto shakes, freezes up when mephisto stretches his wings— but is trying to be friends. likes the jingling windchime sound mephisto does when he shakes his feathers.

loves story books. he appreciates whoever reads to him, curling himself around whoever’s arm, chubby little cheek pressed to a bicep as half-lidded eyes follow fingers hovering over words (will eventually learn to read first)

sleeps in this little kitty loaf position, with his fists in his eyes and his body curled in this child’s pose/fetal position 

sylus has to right him in his sleep so he doesnt ache in the morning

ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ: if youve made it this far, i wish i could give you a big hug. thank you for reading all about the littles. they're full of life & love, and there will be stories where they bring that out of sylus, mama & the big twins too, and i hope you stick around for that <3 ❀-urs

✧˚ ⋆｡ read more with the little twins here | first little twin headcanon | author's pick: little twins & big twins fic | more sylus thoughts ✧˚ ⋆｡

feel free to send in messages/questions/drabble requests about them in my inbox, I'll be happy to gush about them some more hehe ( ⸝⸝•ᴗ•⸝⸝ )੭⁾⁾♡

dividers by @saradika-graphics

thank you for reading!

[remxedmoon]

practicing self care (projecting my stims on my blorbos)

greyscale vers below the cut!

[sylusxyou]

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𝒑𝒕. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

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[cubedmango]

they do this the entire way home

[siplick]

Late night letter

[mingis-orangejuice]

Asking the L&Ds boys "What are we?" Part 4: Sylus

Summary: MC and her boy have been in a sort of situation-ship but MC wants to know why they haven't officially called her their girlfriend

a/n: This ended up being much longer than I thought so I'm making it into 4 parts (one for each boy) Here's Sylus' part its the longest part, but also my favourite. hope you like it. also, I probably mixed up Luke and Kieran multiple times so just ignore it lol.

Genres/Warnings: lots of Luke and Kieran shenanigans, a bit of angst, fluff, kinda slow burn

Word count: 1936

Previous Parts 1 2 3

You were spending the day with Luke and Kieran, it was supposed to be with sylus but something came up. He didn’t want you to waste your day off so he arranged for them to escort you around Linkon and basically do whatever you want for the whole day. While you were happy to have a chill day with your bodyguards/friends Luke and Keiran you were really looking forward to spending a whole day with Sylus. But recently lots of things have come up and he kept rescheduling all your dates. Was he trying to tell you something, is this his way of saying he’s not actually interested in you romantically but he’s too chicken to tell you? No, he wouldn’t do that, Sylus is one of the most direct people you know, if he didn’t like you, he’d just say so. So then why does it feel like he’s just stringing you along, when is he going to make you two official?

“MC?...MC?...” Luke’s voice snapped you out of your train of thought. 

“What? sorry I was a little spaced out.” you turn to the twins standing above you while you sit at one of the tables of the Linkon Mall foodcourt.

“I said where do you want to go for lunch? There's so many choices” Luke gestured to the row of different restaurants among the foodcourt.

“We could always have the boss’s favourite, ever since you let him try your instant ramen that's all he asks the chefs to make for him when you’re away,” Kieran suggested as both boys took a seat next to you on the other side of the table. “There's a ramen place right over there”

“Umm… I’m not sure… I’m not really hungry right now” You looked vacantly across the mall foodcourt starting to space out again

“The boss said there's no limit to how much we can spend today so we don’t have to eat here. Or if you can’t decide on what to eat we can buy a bit of everything and you can taste them all” Kieran suggests while taking out Sylus’ black credit card from his pocket.

“You have to eat something, the boss doesn’t want you to skip meals he told us to make sure you eat something or else” Luke warned in a fake threatening voice.

“Well, I guess if I have to in order to save you two from Sylus’ wrath, then I want something homemade, not this cheap generic stuff, so let’s go back to the base and see what we can cook up, what do you say?” 

“Anything for the Boss’s girlfriend,” Kieran said with a smile, he stood up and put out his arm for him to escort you to the car.

“Huh… what did you say?” You stopped reaching for Kieran’s arm at the word girlfriend.

“Anything for the boss’s …girlfriend…. I’m confused, are you not his girlfriend” Kieran looked embarrassed like he might have misread the situation.

“Well yeah…but .. he’s never said it before…so I didn’t think he thought of me as his girlfriend.” you stood awkwardly looking at the floor and playing with your hands.

“Of course he thinks of you that way he gets all smiley when he or anyone else mentions you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen the boss smile so much before you came along” Luke grabbed your bags as you guys started to head to the car. “The boss just has a hard time expressing his emotions. ”  he mentioned brightly

“Yeah for the first year of us working for him he pretended not to remember our names cuz he didn’t want to seem soft, even tho he could already tell us apart after the first day even with our masks on.” Kieran said as he looked up to the sky like he was reminiscing on the Good-old-days 

“But he always calls you his girlfriend around us” 

“Right, he even calls you his girlfriend in the task memos he sends us” Luke shows you his phone with all the tasks set out by sylus. He clicks play and a voice recording of Sylus starts. 

“1. As I’ll be away for the day take my girlfriend to the mall and get her anything she wants, to keep her happy

2. Make sure she eats something for lunch, she tends to skip meals and gets really tired halfway through the day because of it. If she doesn’t eat anything, a punishment will be waiting for you upon your return.

3. Carry everything for her no matter how much she buys, rent a truck if you have to, I don’t want her straining herself before tonight’s special event…”

“Wait” you click pause on Luke’s phone. “what event, he never told me about that.” 

“Uhh…oops” Luke quickly puts away his phone “You weren’t supposed to hear that. Just pretend it didn’t happen”

Kieran slaps Luke’s arm “You idiot, that was supposed to be a surprise, the boss is gonna kill us”

“Just what is he planning?” you interrogate the twins. Both of them looked at each other as they opened the car door and helped you in.

“our lips are sealed.” they both said in unison while placing their fingers in an X over their lips

You guys were now in the car on the way back to the base. You’ve fallen silent thinking about this special event. just what kind of event was this? It couldn't be something bad, right? Was he breaking up with you? Is that why he let you use his card with no limit, to give you one final good day then he’d cut you off??? You couldn’t take the suspense anymore, you had to know. You took your phone out of your purse and called Sylus. Your phone was connected to the car’s speakers and Kieran saw that you were calling him and got a little nervous. Sylus picked up almost immediately. 

“Yes, Sweetie? What's wrong, are Luke and Kieran not treating You well, do you need me to get rid of them for you? I’ve been looking for some new Henchmen anyway” He said with a chuckle

“Hey, we’re right here you know?” Kieran said in a hurt voice

“I know, that's why I said it” “Sylus joked

“And you wouldn’t get rid of us, right boss?” Luke asked, “We’re your favourite henchmen, right?”

Sylus completely ignores Luke's question “...So why did you call sweetie? Remember when I said I was very busy today and that we’d see each other later tonight?”

You didn’t want to beat around the bush so you got straight to the point.“Yeah, that’s what I wanted to ask about, what exactly is happening tonight? What's the Special event and why didn’t you tell me earlier?” 

There was silence on the other end and then an annoyed groan. “Did you two tell her?” Sylus sounded like he was about to jump through the phone and punch both of them in the face.

“No boss we promise all she knows is that there’s an event tonight she doesn’t know anything else,” Kieran said frantically “Please don’t get rid of us”

Ignoring them again he sighed. “Where are you right now babe?”

“We were on our way to the base for lunch.” You informed him

“at least those two can do something right” he sighs. “Ok then I’ll be waiting for you at the base and I’ll explain everything.” *Click* he hangs up

Now you were even more curious, what was sylus planning?

“Do you think the boss is really gonna get rid of us?” Luke asked you in a scared voice.

“I doubt it, you guys mess up all the time and he hasn’t gotten rid of you yet, what's one more mess up” you say in a joking tone “Plus if he’s as nice as you say he is, then you don’t have anything to worry about.”

Later back at the base you all walk into the living room to see Sylus sitting on the couch reading a book. “Oh, you’re back.” Sylus puts down his book and pats the space next to him for you to join him on the couch. “Come, sit. Let’s talk.” as you sit he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you closer. He then looked up to where the twins were standing. “You two, I’ll deal with you later. Leave us be for now.”

“Yes boss.” they both say and hurriedly walk out of the room.

On the way to the base after the phone call you just couldn’t stop thinking about what this event could be and mixed with your thoughts from earlier you were only coming up with every bad result it could be. All those thoughts and emotions were boiling inside and before Sylus could say anything they overflowed “What are we?” 

“Huh?” Sylus looked confused “Sweetie, what do you mean?”

“Why do you keep avoiding me and why won't you call me your girlfriend? Apparently, you’ll say it in front of everyone else but me.” You moved back so you were out of his grip 

“Those two, I’ll fire them for sure this time,” He says under his breath.

“And what is this event? Why didn’t you tell me about it, is it about me? Did I do something wrong?” Your voice slightly cracked on the last word and your eyes started to get misty.

“Woah, slow down, if I knew it would make you feel like this I would have explained sooner.” He pulls you close again, holds your face in his palms and wipes your tears with his thumbs  “First, We are Sylus and MC the strongest and most feared couple in the N109 Zone.” He chuckled. “Second, I’m sorry that I made you feel this way. I knew you were curious but I didn’t know the curiosity would get to you this much. I wasn’t avoiding you, I’ve been setting up the special event that I’ll tell you more about in due time. But, as for your third question…” Sylus pulls your head in closer and places a soft kiss on your lips that nearly takes your breath away. He pulls away and looks at you with a smirk “You’ve also never called me your boyfriend so I guess we’re even” 

“Yeah well…I didn’t want to assume… I” You start to stutter both from the kiss and his accusation.

He stops you and places another kiss on your lips “I guess we both felt that way” 

“So then what about the event?” you’re now sitting closer to him his hands on your waist to keep you close.

“Oh yeah, the event… I was gonna let you watch while I fire Luke and Kieran. I set up events every time I want to fire one of my men, why do you think I had you keep them out of the house the whole day?” He joked.

You softly slapped his chest and rolled your eyes “ I know you’re joking those two might be idiots but you’d never fire them. Come on seriously what is it really?”

“Ok, I'll tell you, if you can tell me something first, what day is it today? He asks, hoping you’ll know the answer.

“Uh, Sunday?” you say confused as to why this day of the week had any significance.

“You can’t even remember yet you want me to call you my girlfriend,” Sylus said pretending to be offended “It’s the anniversary of when a little kitten first wandered into the N109 Zone and…” he pulls you into a hug “ into my life”

[always-just-red]

I wanted a slightly suggestive fluff with the twins if that's alright👁️👄👁️

A scenario in which they're finally done with Sylus's tasks for the day and get to spend some time with MC

CRYINGGG anon I low-key did deviate from the brief but I had this idea and I just ended up running with it. I hope you enjoy, regardless! I went into this ambivalent towards Luke and Kieran but something just possessed me honestly. Also dragged Sylus into it because there's no way in hell I wasn't subjecting him to this dynamic!! 😇 (I made MC here separate from canon MC for plot reasons, but if you want a fic with the twins and canon MC, just let me know!)

Onychinus' Finest

Luke and Kieran x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2

Summary: All in a day's work for Sylus's loyal and committed worker bees crows

Genre: fluff & shenanigans

Warnings/Additional tags: MDNI (not smut but it's a lil spicy and I'd rather play it safe tbh), f!reader, nonMC!reader, platonic Sylus x reader, humour, swearing, suggestion, kisses, the twins are just obsessed with your legs honestly and who could blame them

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

Your call connects almost instantly.

“What?” Sylus hisses from the other end, and you get the impression he’s disappointed.

“Oof,” you groan, smiling, “what’s the matter, boss? Waiting on a call from a certain Deepspace Hunter?”

There’s silence in your ear, but not far from you, Kieran snickers. Your smile broadens. “You have three seconds,” Sylus seethes, with the precarity of a pot that could boil over at any moment, “to tell me what I want to hear.”

Three seconds is a bit of a push. You’re sat on a desk and Kieran is tapping away at the computer beside you, the light of the screen catching the sharp features of his mask; he looks like something from a horror story. You nudge his knee with your foot. He glances at you.

Wrap it up, you signal with a twirl of your forefinger.

His mask tilts downwards, almost imperceptibly, and you know he’s glaring at you from behind it. He flashes his middle finger back and you chuckle, watching him return to his work. “Files should be on their way shortly,” you explain to Sylus, because you know when to stop pushing your luck. “Ever’s upped the security on these damn computers. The device that guy sold you didn’t do shit.”

It’s also now pieces of a device, shattered against the floor from when Kieran had thrown it down and stepped on it in frustration. You’re not gonna mention that.

Sylus sighs impatiently, but there’s a hint of regret. “I knew there was something off about that deal. Do you think he tipped them off?”

You glance around the room and it’s littered with bodies. Not dead! Just… unconscious. At least, most of them, you think. “Yeah…” you muse. It was a lot more security than there should have been in a high-rise office in the middle of the night. “You might be onto something there, boss.”

Another sigh from Sylus. You watch Luke as he finishes looting— wait, no— checking the last of the security guards for anything helpful. He’s found a phone and he’s staring down at it, head tilted, reminding you of Mephisto. You briefly wonder what came first: the crow masks or the crow-like behaviour. Maybe you’ll ask Sylus one day.

Luke lifts the phone, holding it at arm’s length, and you realise he’s taking a selfie. He pivots until you and Kieran are in the background, and you lean into the frame, making a peace sign with your free hand. The moment is captured. Luke tosses the phone over his shoulder and it hits the floor with a crack.

“Are you all alright?” Sylus checks, and you know his eyes are burning with frustration, even though you can’t see them. He wears a mask too— most of the time— it’s just a little more figurative than yours or the twins’. You’re an expert at reading past them by now.

“Yeah,” you say, “we signed up for this, remember? You’ve got the best of the best, right here.” You glance between Luke and Kieran. “Well, the best of the best and her sidekicks.”

“Hey!” Kieran interjects. “You wanna have a go on this computer?”

“No,” you lilt back sweetly. What’s he gonna do— make you? Sure enough, he goes back to tapping away, his head sagging slightly, and you can tell he’s pouting.

Luke has wandered closer to the pair of you. “How much longer?” he whines, throwing himself into a wheely chair, setting it on a slow collision course with Kieran’s. You stop it with your leg.

“Shut up,” Kieran snaps. “At least I’m doing something.”

“I can do something,” Luke retorts. He captures your ankle, pulling it away from the leg of his chair, and rests a hand on your shin.

“Something isn’t in the mood right now.” You lift your foot from his grasp, inching it up his lower abdomen, and he groans as you plant it against his chest. “So unprofessional,” you tut.

You’d stifled your phone against your chest, but you can hear a deep voice leaking out of it. “Say that again, boss?” you request, bringing it back to your ear.

“How long is this going to take?” Sylus repeats.

“Not long. You know what they say, though…” You meet the eyes of Luke’s mask. Your tone drops: “All good things to those who wait.”

Luke’s chair squeaks, rolling back as you push him away with a soft kick.

“Fine,” Sylus murmurs, “Mephisto is with me. Stay on the line, and send the files through when you can. I’ll check them before you leave. If they knew we were coming, there’s a chance that—”

“Yeah, yeah, I get the picture,” you interrupt. You get Kieran’s attention again, then gesture between the computer and the phone. The beak of his mask dips as he nods.

Luke has used your lapse of focus to draw himself close to you again. He takes your ankle once more and guides it to rest in his lap, one hand tight— holding you in place— and the other deftly undoing the buckles on your boot. After a few clinks, he pulls it from your foot, the leather dragging down over your skin and leaving it cold. He throws the boot at his twin’s leg.

Kieran huffs as it tumbles to the floor. He doesn’t look away from the computer, but you know he wants to. Now that’s professional.

Decidedly committed to another priority, Luke draws shapes on your lower leg, his finger grazing over your shin and ankle. He’s staring down, fixated, and maybe they aren’t shapes— maybe they’re letters. Every stroke of his finger is deliberate. You could ask what he’s writing, but you really don’t care so long as it’s more than a word or two.

If it is, he doesn’t have the patience for it. His fingers walk higher, stopping only as they reach your knee. The fabric of your dress is draped over your leg and he pushes it aside, letting it slink closer to the floor. He looks up at you, head angled like a question.

“Any progress?” Sylus asks.

You’re holding your phone between your ear and your shoulder, both hands splayed on the desk beside you so you can lean slightly back. “Getting there,” you say, lips curving. You’re not looking at the computer.

You could swear you hear Luke laugh, but it’s ever so faint. He rests his whole hand on you, warming your lower leg with broader strokes, and whatever he wrote has been erased. Your breath catches as his touch moves above your knee, and it’s a tiny sound; no-one would notice.

Kieran’s mask turns towards you. “Oh, come on,” he sighs. “No fair.”

It’s an intimate art: seeing behind a mask. You have to notice everything.

“So hurry up,” Luke answers, his voice heavier than the last time he spoke. His chest rises and falls with every breath, just a little slower, a little deeper.

Kieran rolls his eyes—you guess, from the listless way his attention goes back to the screen— and you detect a huff. “Not fair,” he says to himself. He repeats it as he punches keys with his fingers: “Not fair. Not fair.”

Luke shakes his head gently: a fond exasperation rather than anything serious. He rolls his chair closer until he’s framed by your legs, then lifts your ankle to rest on his shoulder. His fingers curl, the pads of them brushing over the top of your foot idly, but it tickles, so you try to pull away. He grasps your ankle again. “Nuh-uh, kitten,” he teases.

It’s one of your favourite in-jokes; you laugh. Sylus can still hear you, and you’re glad he doesn’t know it’s at his expense. “Something funny?” he asks. Maybe he does know.

“Yeah,” you say. He could string you upside-down with his Evol and you’d still never tell him what.

Luke is chuckling to himself, and the sound changes as he lifts his mask just enough to free the lower half of his face. It’s not the first time, but it sobers you instantly. He turns to press his lips to your ankle, leans in— kisses further up. Leans in again— his mouth moves higher.

“Why so wriggly?” he speaks into your knee. “Stop.”

“You stop,” you counter, reaching forward to grab one of the horns peeking out of his hood. You use it to pull him away. Make him look at you. “Your little book on conquest doesn’t work on me.”

His lips widen into a smirk.  

“What book?” Sylus’s voice echoes.

You smirk as well. “Ask your pet hunter.”

You’re interrupted by a thud and your head spins. Kieran is standing up, slapping the top of the computer in frustration. “C’mon, work!” he urges. “So freakin’ slow.”

“Ah, ah, ah.” You shoo him away from the computer like you would a too-friendly pigeon from your lunch.

He flaps back in answer, his hand engaging yours in a brief slap-fight before he backs down. He slumps into his chair, defeated. “It’s almost there,” he groans, folding his arms. “Hey, Luke? Wanna swap?”

“No.”

“Do it,” you prompt.

Luke’s head rolls begrudgingly. “Yes ma’am. Jeez.” He plants a warm kiss on your leg again before clambering out from underneath it, pulling his mask back down over his face.

Another moment later and Kieran is in front of you instead. “You okay?” you wonder out loud.

“Bored.” He rests his head sideways on your thigh. His fingers find your bare lower leg and he runs them up, down, up, down, but it’s soft and purposeless. Soon, his head lifts— thin, red eyes staring up at you. The gaze doesn’t waver as he leans back in his chair and starts to unfasten your other boot.

“She’s gonna get cold,” Luke quips from the computer.

“Nah. She’s not.”

Your skin prickles as Kieran pulls away your boot, like a reflection of his brother, but tortuously more slow. He lets the cool air of the room set in. “Huh,” he corrects himself. “Maybe she is.”

You get the sense you’re being punished; both of them are petty. You’re pettier, though. “Sylus?” you speak into the phone.

“Mmm?”

“Did I ever tell you about the time that Kieran— ah!”

In a heartbeat Kieran has lifted his mask— not enough, but enough— and planted a kiss above your knee. His hand is around your leg, pushing it further from the other, and you can’t help but gasp again.

“What are you…” Sylus starts to ask, but then he changes his mind. “No. I don’t want to know.”

“You sure, boss?” you chuckle breathlessly. “It might surprise you.”

“Nothing would surprise me at this point, sweetie. Those files had better be on their way.”

You tear your gaze away from Kieran to glance over at Luke. He’s sat, propped on an elbow, his chin in his palm, and he’s definitely not looking at the computer. He sits up straight under your scrutiny. Turns to the screen. After a few more drums of the keyboard, he gives you a thumbs up.

“Got it,” Sylus chimes in, no doubt perusing the files already. “Nothing seems amiss. Nice work.”

“Thanks, boss,” you grin. “I’ve been working very, very hard.”

The phone is snatched from your hand. “She has, sir!” Kieran speaks into it. He stands, putting it on speaker before setting it down beside you. “I think she deserves the night off.”

There’s a crash as he shoves the computer from the desk, and Luke leans back, swinging his feet up onto the now empty space. He lifts his mask marginally to put two fingers to his lips, whistling in celebration. There’s a slow clap for good measure, too.

Kieran bows to him with a flourish. Then to you; you bow your head back.

“I’m hanging up,” Sylus states plainly.

“Okay,” you chirp, distracted. “I hope she calls you soon, boss!”  

“I don’t… I’m not…” your leader stutters. He reconsiders. “Thank you. Don’t think, however, that I’m—”

He doesn’t get to finish the warning, threat, or whatever else it was. Luke’s finger stands proudly on the phone, still connected to the ‘end call’ button. “What?” he dismisses as you and Kieran look at him. “I slipped! If boss asks, you saw me slip.”

“I did see it,” Kieran nods.

“I saw it too,” you add solemnly.  

There’s silence for a single moment, and there’s never silence with you three around. It lasts as long as it usually does.

You all burst into laughter.

[pokemonblack3white3]

Volo the instant kieran starts displaying symptoms

[kieran-granola]

A shitty, 5-second night shot clip of Red Hood in the full suit goes viral: it's him casually walking next to a street cat, pausing to look at it, and meowing once.

When he learns about the video, Jason fully expects to be mercilessly mocked by his friends and family.

What actually happens is much worse.

...Because Tim and Steph band together with Roy to steal his helmet and replace it with a version with cat ears.

[faggotfungus]

I am the roots beneath your feet, thumping hoof beats, lamb bleats, and ice sheets. The fungi sing songs of holding hands between shared minds. We all return to break bread with the insects and the dead.

[abyssyby]

fairies, goblins & crows

— too many cooks... scare children currently losing teeth.

ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ: OR the littles are in the middle of a milestone and all their caregivers are messing with them >< from this lovely ask from @fvckcare about them losing their first tooth that kinda snowballed into this hehe. enjoy! ❀-urs

important heads up for context of this story: kyros and lucian are (my headcanon) sylus's twin boys. around 6 years in this one! ᡣ𐭩

sylus & his family | sylus x reader | fluff, silly family dynamics, mentions of blood and teeth wiggling (just in case that makes any1 squeamish!), twin on twin violence (affectionate)

“Kyros, stop wiggling your tooth, your fingers are dirty.” you scold, tapping his forehead as you walk past him towards the stove. 

“Mama, iths comin’ off!” he says, wiggling it instead with his tongue. He climbs the small step ladder to the sink to wash his hands. 

“Shall we pull it out then?” 

“No!” he exclaims, wet little hands slapping his mouth closed, soaking his cheeks. He shakes his head rapidly.

“Then stop wriggling, angel, and come eat your veggies.” you bid, turning to place the bowls of food on their spots on the table. Stir fry vegetables and a triangle of cinnamon toast for dessert (as they requested).

Just as you lift Kyros into his seat, Lucian walks in from the garage, wriggling his own loose tooth. Mephisto on his shoulder, neck turned curiously as he ogles at Lucian’s mouth.

“Fafa showed me nets!” he announces. “For the night fishies.” 

You smile at him, gently guiding his hand down from his mouth and helping him sit too. “Is he taking you with him anytime soon?”

“Mhm, when I’m seven.” He nods happily, showing the number on his fingers. “I’m not there yet becaaause I’m still just—“ he knocks one down.” —six.” 

Mephisto bends down a little more and brings his beak closer to Lucian’s mouth— wanting to help. Lucian gasps and slaps his mouth shut with both hands. Despite the bird’s good intentions (he’d do anything for the children) you reprimand him. You click your tongue, “Mephie, we’re not doing that.”

He squawks like he’s angry and flutters away.

You kiss the top of Lucian’s head. “Eat your food so you can be seven quicker, angel.” 

You excuse yourself to the bathroom and the twins watch as you leave them to their snacks. Alone, they take a moment to silently show off their wriggling teeth. Kyros his left bottom front tooth, Lucian his right. 

“Lucian, does it hurt?” Kyros asks, examining the way Lucian seems to be able to twist his a lot more than he can bend his. “Mine doesn’t hurt. Does- does yours hurt?”

Lucian shakes his head. “Mine doesn’t hurt. Mine just tickles. The under part scratches my tongue too.”  

“Lucian, are you scared? Are you scared of—of your toof to have the blood?” 

Lucian’s jaw drops, tongue halting its movements on his fragile tooth. “It’s going to blood?!” 

“Lukey said so.” Kyros says thoughtfully. He gulps down the nerves he’s starting to feel, prickling his skin, building in his throat. “Lukey says there’s gonna be bloods and—and the toof goblins gonna come into the house to take us.” 

“Toof goblins?!” Lucian is near tears. He clasps his hands together as if holding himself from wiggling the tooth further. 

Kyros tries to backpedal at the sight of distress on his brother’s face. And to calm himself down too. “No, no! but— s’okay because papa would not let goblins in the house because goblins have dirty feet and no shoes. And we takes shoes off at the door so we have clean feet in the house, but goblins don’t have shoes.” 

Lucian grimaces, letting all of that sink in. Somehow, that makes complete and perfect sense to him. He nods, fear subsiding at the idea of his father’s preferred state of foot hygiene indoors. “Papa doesn’t like dirty feet in the house.”

That seems to ease whatever apprehensions they have about the “tooth goblin” for now, enough to resume their meal. And despite their slow and careful bites on their carrots and baby corns— 

Sylus is phasing away from the garage into the hall to localize the panicked screaming. You stumble out of the bedroom in your robe, hair dripping wet from the shower you’d just started and meet your husband’s wide eyes. 

“Boys!” Sylus bellows, already running by your side into the dining room. 

Kyros’s mouth is open wide as he wails in devastation. Lucian is pulling his own hair, screaming. Blood dribbles out both their mouths and pools into their bottom lips.

On each of their plates, sit a baby carrot and a baby corn— each with a single tooth protruding from them. 

You sigh a breath of relief as you compose yourself. You’d definitely assumed the worst. 

So did Sylus as he sighs through his nose before approaching the twins and bending down at the waist to wipe at their chins with his thumbs. “Alright, okay— shh.” 

“It’s bleeding! There’s bloods!” Lucian’s voice breaks as he screams. He points at Kyros in terror, failing to notice his own bloody gums. Consequently spooking his brother more than necessary. 

“Fafa! Fut it back! Fut it back!” Kyros begs, mouth open like a baby bird, handing him the baby carrot his tooth was sticking out of with trembling fingers. “Fease! Fease!”

It takes everything in Sylus to hold back his laughter in the face of their misery. He takes the table napkins you offer him to help with the clean up. “I can’t do that, Kyros.” 

“No!” they cry. It doesn’t help that the napkins Sylus is using for their gums are now stacking up before them in a blossoming rose-red pile. 

“Papa, did you know—“ Lucian hiccups. Tears now have made way down his cheeks too. “—if-if you lose too much bloods, you die, papa?” 

Sylus snorts. “Yes, I’m aware.” 

“I don’t want to die!”

Sylus scoffs in surprised amusement. 

Kyros scowls, bapping Sylus’s shoulder. “Papa, don’t laugh. Is not funny!” 

“Lucian,” Sylus sighs, his shoulders relaxing but his cheeks twitching into a repressed smile. “You’re going to be alright.”

He inspects the vegetables before his children—  your dish— and his gaze falls on you. Too quiet, with an all-too pleased expression on your face as you wipe at Kyros’s wet cheeks.

“Sweetie…”

“Well, isn’t this what we wanted, boys?” you say enthusiastically, ignoring Sylus’s suspicious glare. “Now we’ll have a visitor tonight!” 

Truth was, you couldn’t take another day of the children coming up to you and wriggling their teeth in your face. And with every offer to pull it out yourself declined, you’d taken matters into your own hands. Besides, you told them about the tooth fairy… right? They should be looking forward to that. 

Kyros and Lucian give each other a look at the mention of a guest and then scream at the top of their lungs— inconsolable for the rest of the afternoon.

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

You give them each a cold jelly pop to help stop the crying and put each tooth in old ring boxes so they can carry them around. 

Sunset proved to be difficult for the pair, restless still, but unwilling to share why. Instead, Kyros asks Sylus to hold him as the sun dips from the horizon and Lucian climbs his cat-tree like perch on the window to watch the outer gate. 

You frown from your spot on the couch. “What’s going on with you two?” 

Kyros shudders. “Lucian is watching for the goblins.”

Sylus snorts. You click your tongue. “That’s not a very nice thing to call your brothers.” 

“No, mama, the toof goblins!” Lucian clarifies, gooseflesh rising at the name. He slips down from his spot as the sky turns dark and the automatic lights turn on. He runs to your lap and snuggles himself between you and Sylus. “They gonna take us tonight.”

Sylus raises a brow, hackles rising slightly at the implication. “Take you?” 

“Because our toofs are gone.” Kyros’s sniffles sadly, like he’s being forced to say goodbye. “The toof goblins doorbell rings when little boys lose their toofs and they— they come to take them to work and make stinky old shoes.” 

Oh, he looks devastated. He looks ridiculously, hilariously devastated. And you should feel bad, you should feel more empathy for your angel as he goes through such a difficult process to weigh out what is fact and fiction. But you gasp, hand covering your mouth to hide the giggle. 

Sylus is no better, struggling the same as you feel him grab hold of your fingers and squeeze tight. 

“Who told you that, angel?” 

Kyros’s eyes are glassy and reminiscent of black pearls in the dim light. “Lukey.” 

Sylus purses his lips. “Did he now?”

“Will you miss us when we’re gone, mama?” Lucian’s bottom lip quivers at the question. “Will you call us in—in the stinky shoe shop?”

“Oh, my baby.” you pout, smoothing his hair down his head and curling your fingers over his round cheeks. “Of course I will.”

“Beloved.” Sylus chastises, although his shoulders shake and his chest rumbles as he denies himself a good laugh. 

“Don’t let them take us, papa, pease! Pease!” Kyros shouts suddenly, pressing his face into Sylus’s chest. Clinging as if the goblins have already taken hold of his ankles and are dragging him away.

You and Sylus usually take turns messing with the twins, just so they know no matter how big or small a problem,  they’ll have a parent on their side. So you’re surprised to see Sylus wince and pat Kyros’s back in sympathy and say, “I’ve never fought goblins before, I don’t know if I’ll win…”

“You will!” Kyros shrieks, demands into his chest, pressing himself closer. His voice breaks in defiance and desperation. “Papa, you are strong, you will win!” 

Sylus can’t help the full belly laugh that escapes his lips as he circles his arms around Kyros. “Okay, I’ll try my best. Mama will help if I can’t handle the goblins.”

Kyros nods. “Mama will help.” 

Lucian has clung onto your neck now too, and you can’t help but sprinkle his head with kisses. “Have I never told you about the tooth fairy?”

“There’s another one?!”

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“Kieran says they’re running a little late,” Sylus informs as he readies himself for bed. Stretching his aching muscles and stiff neck. Like clockwork, he crawls over the covers— using a gentle knuckle to knock your book out of the way— and he lays his head on your lap. He sighs, content, “Says there’s trouble with the negotiations.”

Your fingers find their spot in his hair, nails raking gently over his scalp. “Are they alright?”

“Not as bad as they will be when they get home.” Sylus shuts his eyes, rolling his shoulders as he settles on you. “Why would they scare the boys like that?”

You chuckle. “You tell me, you raised them.” 

“They were like that when I got them, I don’t condone being the instigator of this.” he turns to his side and presses his face into your stomach. Muffled, he jabs, “And you encourage them…” 

You tug his ear. “I do not!”

“Speaking of, care to explain the baby corn?” his one eye peeks up at you, a humorous glint in it as it pins you to your spot. Red eyes reflecting you caught red-handed.

Nose to the sky, your huff. Your hand comes up to shield your face from his vision. “Don’t know what you mean.” 

He chuckles, buttery and warm, and intertwines his fingers with yours to bring down the barrier. “You know exactly what—“ 

And you cave so easily under his touch. “—it’s natural! it’s a natural tooth-removal—“

There is a sound. You both clock it at the same time as you freeze and hold your breaths. 

He nearly knocks into your chin with the speed at which he sits up. His hand mindlessly cups your jaw in silent apology. But his mind is elsewhere, “What’s that?” 

You’re sitting up as well. He’s first to move, hopping up and checking Mephisto’s feed on his phone. The bird was stationed in the kids’ room, as per their request.

It showed nothing out of the ordinary. Just two little lumps on the beds, fast asleep.

But there’s another clank in the house. So imperceptible only Sylus could hear it. His hackles rise, he bares his teeth. “Someone’s moving around.”

“Twins?” 

“They’re across the city, they shouldn’t be back yet.” 

You feel an irrational chill run down your spine. “Goblins?” 

He gives you an amused glance. “Let’s hope not. I haven’t fought those yet.” 

You gather your weapon, Sylus’s evol-vined hands rests at the ready on his sides as you descend the stairs quietly. Before you approach the hallway to the front door, there is a loud thunk! from the living area. you flinch and aim your weapon to the window— where Lucian’s perch has lost its bearings and toppled over.

You relax. Sylus glances around. “Good thing he wasn’t on it.”

Once the coast is clear from all rooms in the house, you return to your bedroom to find two little surprises beneath your sheets.

You hide your weapon. “Hello?”

“Hi, mama.” Kyros blinks, large eyes peeking out from the top of the blanket. Beside him, his brother is under the covers, close to dozing off, but waves weakly. 

Sylus enters after you, equally startled at the shock of white hair peeking from his silk sheets. “Kyros.” 

“Papa, I sleep here.” he says, then pets Lucian’s round tummy over the sheets. “And Cian sleep here.”

Sylus glances at you, but you’re already so taken by the two little babies in the middle of your big bed that he doesn’t even try to convince them to try and be brave in their own bedrooms. No, not when you’re diving into bed and gathering the sleeping Lucian in your arms.  

“Alright,” he shrugs and does the same. Under the blanket, he curls his arm over Kyros’s middle, knowing his son appreciates the weight. “Where are your teeth?”

“Safe,” is all he says before cuddling up to Sylus’s side. Lucian had stirred awake just enough to wrap himself around you as well. Sylus doesn’t ask, just kisses the boy’s hair and holds him close.

“Are you here because of the goblins?” You ask, reaching over to brush Kyros’s cheek with your thumb.

Kyros nods his head. “I think—think we safe now.”

“Oh?”

“Cian and I made sure.” he nods to himself, mostly. “Mhm. Made sure.” 

You and Sylus share a look. “Okay, baby.”

“Did mama tell you about the tooth fairy?” Sylus asks on your behalf. Again, since the first few times they were too spooked to even talk about it. Which only meant you either did and they fear her nonetheless or you didn’t. 

Kyros nods. “Lady come to take the toof and leave a moneys.”

You perk up. “Doesn’t that sound exciting?” 

But Kyros shakes his head. “Don’t want people in my room. ‘cept mama and papa. and big twins. and Mephie… oh, and Cian. and me.”

Sylus boops his nose. “What if Mephie gets your tooth and gives you a gold coin? A tooth Mephie.”

Lucian giggles, startling you slightly as you’d thought he was asleep. But he heard. “I like toof Mephie. Mephie can put the toofs in his piles.”

“Yeah,” you nuzzle his sleepy cheek. “That’s fun, right? Doesn’t have to be goblins.”

“Goblins won’t be a problem anymore.” Kyros says again. Sure and confident. 

Although he is impressed at the sudden surge of courage, Sylus’s brows knit together. “You’re awfully sure for someone who cried about them earlier.” 

Lucian yawns. “Papa, we borrow the nets, okay? Thank you, papa.” 

“What nets?” You frown, poking his cheek. But it’s a little too late— he’s drifted back into sleep. You look up at Sylus. “Sy, what nets?”

He shrugs, snuggling closer to Kyros who looks absolutel adorable with his half-lidded eyes and his nodding sleepy head. Happy that the little boy is warm and fits just perfectly in the space between his arms. Really, as long as he can keep his family within reach, he couldn’t care less about anything else. He gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll figure it out tomorrow.” 

Something itches, just doesn’t seem… done. But when you check your children’s fingers for any cuts or scrapes to find nothing, you shrug it off for now. Your instincts do not flare up despite the cryptic messages from your children and the noises from earlier. Maybe it’s the confidence of having Sylus around to not worry with you. Maybe it was the fact that you’re in the presence of peace in this moment and you want nothing more than to fall into it. Whatever it may be, you settle, cuddle up to your designated twin and fall asleep. 

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

Luke groans at the tightness in his neck and shoulders, tugging painfully when he rolls his head. He swears something under his breath and walks the final few steps to the front door of the house.

Kieran follows, unclipping his mask and scanning his retinas so the door opens quietly for them. Leave boots by the door. 

Shoeless feet drag across the carpet, knocking away spiked LEGOs left by the door. Odd, the littles always clean up after themselves now, but they couldn’t find it in themselves to care. Not when they’re exhausted and safe within their own home. 

“Ouch!” Kieran winces as he steps over one. Luke snickers. 

They push on, and then let their bodies deflate on the nearest leather couch. Luke feels the poke of a wooden peg on his side, and flinches. “Ow!” 

He takes it and flicks it away. It knocks against the pulled apart remnants of Kieran’s cat-perch piled against the window, almost as if to board it up, illuminated by the moon. through the window. Luke blinks at it sleepily. Thinks the littles might have played a strange game today. 

“Boss mama says the goobers lost their teeth.” Kieran announces, scrolling through unread texts on his phone. 

Luke makes a tired yet enthusiastic sound. “Yeah? That’s nice.” 

“Remember when you lost your tooth?” 

Luke snorts. “You mean when you knocked it out of my head?” 

Kieran smiles to himself at the memory. A necessary fight to ensure they’d live to see the next day. Make it look real, his brother had said, and so he punched his jaw hard enough to make his head fly back and knock him off his feet. The tooth falls to the ground in a single quiet trickle. He yowls at the pain that mirrors his Luke’s as their connection makes it shoot up his nerves too. 

They both got necessary sedatives and a week’s bedrest from the experiments. 

“Sorry about that.” his mouth curls. Now more fond than resentful of the memory at their age. “It did work though.”

“I’m just happy you felt it as much as I did, dweeb.” Luke says, getting up to stretch his back.

Kieran watches. “Going to…?”

“Check on the boys.” Luke says. Kicking away the strange trails of toys left on the ground. “Gonna leave a shoelace by their pillows to mess with them.” 

Kieran groans. “The goblin thing?” 

“Yeah.”

“Pushing it too far, maybe?” 

Luke thinks. Remembers the terrified look on Kyros’s face, Lucian’s insistence on not being able to make shoes for the tooth goblins… ��It’s enrichment. A canon event.”

Kieran shrugs. “If you say so.” 

The little twins run hot like their papa so there is a noticeable drop in temperature when their brothers push open the nursery door. Masters of stealth, they’re able to creep up to each bed and maneuver around the sleeping lumps without waking them.

Or so they thought. 

Luke slips his fingers under the pillow and grabs the small box— silently commending the packaging of the tooth. He doesn’t think when he pulls it out, and so it bursts into a blinding assault of cinnamon onto his face.

Luke yells, sneezes a million times over and falls back on his bottom. Kieran stands frozen as he watches the mechanical crow caw overhead and deploy a large net, draping his twin in sharp nylon—a cinnamon twist. 

“Kiera—“ Luke screams, coughing profusely as he struggles in his net. 

Kieran is speechless. Quick eyes scanning the situation, the trap, the makeshift ring box bomb. He’s impressed. “Oh, wow.” 

They hear the footsteps coming before the door bursts open. Two silhouettes, proud and menacing stand against the light of the hallway. 

“Got you, goblins! Got you!” Kyros cheers. 

Lucian deploys a finger. “Papa! They gots dirty feet— Whack them!” 

“No!” Luke and Kieran chorus in alarm. 

“It’s ugh—s—“ Luke coughs. The lights come on, and Sylus squints at his eldest. You peek over his shoulder, sleep mused hair and bleary eyes trying to make sense of the shapes in your sons’ bedroom. 

“Lukey? That’s for the goblins.” Kyros frowns, coming in to help him out the net. Sylus overtakes him with long strides, just that little bit to grab onto the sharp nylon himself. 

“I got it, Kyros.” he grumbles, lifting the tangled net off Luke, who gives him a bashful look. Sylus blinks at him sleepily, “You did this to yourself.” 

“I know.”

Unscathed, Kieran picks Lucian up and presses on his cheek. “Let me see that gap.” 

Lucian shows him the space where his tooth was. Kieran grins and squeezes his cheek. “Keewan, did you see the goblins? Did they come?” 

Kieran tilts his head, glances at his poor twin and nods. “Yeah, they were here. Luke and I told them to back off. Poor Luke just stumbled into your trap— nice job by the way.”

Lucian smiles proudly. “Papa show me the night fishie nets.” 

“So no more goblins?” Kyros asks, helping Luke up from the floor. 

“No more.” Luke sneezes, painfully playing along. Kyros launches himself into his arms. “Oof!”

“I knew they weren’t gonna take us!” he sighs in relief. Thanking the older twins for defending them, apologizing to Luke for getting caught in the trap. All the while, you give tired glares to your first set or twins over grateful heads. 

“Look.” Sylus calls, lifting Lucian’s pillow up and revealing a gold coin. “Someone else came to take your teeth.” 

“Ahh!” Lucian scrambles off of Kieran and launches himself on his bed, grabbing the coin from where it rests. Engraved on the gold circle are the words: Shiny Tooth Coin (1). “A treasure!”

But Kyros is thoughtful, eyeing the bird on his perch in the room. His red eye glints as if he’d winked and Kyros smiles to himself, clutching his new prize to his chest. “Toof Mephie.”

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

Later, you tuck your boys back under your covers (theirs are a mess), and nudge Sylus’s shoulder. He smiles at you fondly, knowing exactly what you’re about to bring up. “Hm?”

“Golden engraved tooth currency?” you say, incredulous. You turn on your heel to face him fully. An accusatory finger poking at his sternum. “You wanted those teeth out as much as I did.” 

He doesn’t try to hide the grin that curls his lips. His hands travel down your arm to cradle your elbow, which he uses to tug you closer to him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Hmph,” eyes roll at the proximity. cheeks flare at the look in his eye. “Tell me your plan.” 

He scoffs. “The plan you sabotaged with your vegetables?”

“Ohh, so you’re jealous my plan worked and yours got scrapped.”

“Not jealous, beloved,” he says, although the bitter denial in his tone is music to your ears. “Especially when yours was luck.”

“Which you have zero of.” You tease. He dodges the fingers that come up to pinch his cheeks, but your persistence catches him anyway. “Tell me.”

“I show them my first tooth coins and get them to want their own so bad that they just ask me to pull their tooth out.” He says plainly. A full psychological heist dedicated just for his sons, with 13 steps in total that would have taken up to 3 days.

“That’s cruel.”

“That’s encouragement.” He defends.

“You were going to brainwash our children," you point out. though you think it's adorable that he's gone through this whole process to keep the milestone from being traumatic for the twins.

Unlike you, who— “You weaponized baby corn.” 

You shake your head. “That’s natural.” 

He laughs, genuine and hearty, as he pulls you into his chest. His lips meet the top of your head and he smiles. “It was for the greater good.”

And you nod. “To save us all from the wriggling.”

He agrees and then rests his cheek on your head. You hover over your children and bask in the silence of your usually chaotic lives. Both little boys sleep peacefully, heads knocked together, small fists gripping tightly onto their crow-gifted trinkets.

Peace washes over you as the smoke clears from the chaotic battlefield this day has been. Comfort comes in the form of your husband's caress, and you murmur against his chest, “One down.”

He sighs, heavy but loving. “Nineteen to go.” 

✧˚ ⋆｡ read more with the little twins here || more sylus thoughts ✧˚ ⋆｡

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𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: It started off simple enough, a little wager that you'd be able to tell the twins apart no matter the situation. You were blindly confident in your abilities, however, you never imagined you'd have to be able to tell which brother was pleasuring which part of your body. 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗: Luke & Kieran (Love & Deepspace) 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1.7k 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖘: Luke x Fem!Reader x Kieran. SMUT. 𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: Sensory Deprivation, Teasing, Oral (Female Receiving), Threesome, Nipple Play, Marking, Free Use, Luke & Kieran being Luke & Kieran.

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: When I tell you this idea has been living in my head for literal MONTHS. I've been so excited for this one. I love the twins so much and I feel like they deserve so much more love. I'll take Sylus, Luke, & Kieran please and thank you. Anyways I hope you enjoy, and I'll see you in the next one! ૮꒰ྀི∩´ᵕ`∩꒱ྀིა See my full kinktober master list here.

“Oh? So you think no matter the situation..” Kieran starts, amusement clear in his voice. “You’d be able to tell us apart?” His brother was quick to finish. You had been insistent that despite them being twins and constantly with their faces concealed behind the anonymity of their masks, that you could tell the brother’s apart. You nod confidently, crossing your arms across your chest, cocking your hip to the side. “Absolutely I could. You both sound completely different and have entirely different personalities.” You shrug, the brothers exchanging a glance at one another before Kieran lets out a laugh. Puffing out your cheeks in indignance you poke his chest.

“So confident in fact I’m willing to make a little wager. If I win you both have to take off your masks and let me see your faces.” The two brothers look at each other, taking a moment to have a silent conversation between them both. Kieran being the prouder of the two steps forward offering you a hand. “You got a deal, dove, we’ll discuss what we want from this little bargain after we win.”

You were caught in your tense bout with him, unaware that his brother had snuck behind you, if it wasn’t for his mask you were sure you’d feel his breath against your ear as he spoke. “We have to go on a little mission for boss, we’ll see you when we get back for our little bet, pretty.”

Luke’s hand trails from your shoulder to your hand, pressing it to the cold material of his mask in a pseudo kiss of your hand. Their behavior sat in your mind long after their departure. Sure the two had been flirty with you before, even suggestive in the way they spoke. But this was more forward than they had been. Day faded into night and you figured the two wouldn’t be returning to Sylus’ manor that evening. Deciding to just get ready for bed. Slipping off your bra and your silk nightgown over your head before getting ready to settle into bed. Before you could, however, the door to your room is opened. The two brothers leaning on either side of your doorway. “Hope we aren’t too late, little bird.” Kieran coos, the both of them entering your room and shutting the door.

So caught by him you don’t hear the distinct ‘click’ of Luke locking the door behind him. Kieran approached your bed, crawling onto the mattress, his knees settling on either side of your hips, masked face hovering above your own. “You ready for our little wager, dove?” He purrs, reaching into his back pocket to procure the silk blindfold that sat within its confines, dangling the fabric in front of your face. “Can't have you cheating now can we?” You can hear the grin in his voice, causing confusion to paint your features.

Luke, finally speaks up, standing at the foot of your bed. “Have some manners, tell her what we talked about before whipping out a blindfold, dumbass.” He walks along the side of the bed before sitting next to where you both were, the mattress dipping beneath his weight, he takes a hand, tilting your chin to make you look in his direction. Luke had been the gentler of the two, still just as mischievous as his brother, but there had always been an air of tenderness with the younger twin. “We’ve decided that the best way for you to be able to tell us apart is by taking way some of your senses, doll.” He grins beneath his mask, slipping the fabric from his brothers fingers as he secures it around your eyes, cutting off your sight completely.

“So what’s gonna happen here dove is we’re gonna take turns pleasuring that cute little body of yours.” He coos, you hear a bit of rustling, only for Luke’s voice to come out clearer than you’ve ever heard it. What you think may be his hand, trails up your bare thigh until it reaches the hem of your nightgown. A set of lips beginning to kiss a trail up from your shoulder on your other side. You gasp as the flat of the other twin’s tongue glides up your neck until his lips were pressed against the shell of your ear. “And just when you're about to cum we’re gonna ask you who it is pleasuring that cute little cunt.” His breath is hot in your ear, and the hand that was on your thigh slides up farther, emphasizing the words spoken by pressing on your clit through the fabric of your already damp panties. “If your right, you get to cum and take off that blindfold and see our faces.”

You shudder, hips rolling and a moan slipping from your lips as the fingers now rub tight circles on your covered clit. “And if I’m wrong?” You mentally curse yourself for stuttering, breaths coming in heavy at the attention given to your cunt. A deep chuckle is breathed into your ear before Kieran answers. “Then you keep the blindfold on and we do whatever the fuck we want to you until you guess right or pass out. How does that sound, our pretty little dove?”

His words go straight to your cunt, all you could muster was a nod of your head. The brothers were quick to action with your consent, the fingers pulling from your cunt to slip your panties down your thighs. Both of them remove themselves from the bed, you can hear movement, the two maneuvering themselves to make it a bit more difficult for you to sense where they had gone. After a moment, one brother settles himself behind you, your back now pressed to his chest as he manhandles you into a seated position. Large hands side under the backs of your knees, forcing your thighs apart, exposing your drenched cunt to the twin that slid himself between your legs. Once he was settled, the hands move from your legs to the straps of your nightgown, sliding them over your shoulders, exposing your tits to the cold air of the room.

Kieran struggles to keep quiet, not commenting on the way your nipples pebble, and how gorgeous your tits were. He silences himself by pressing open-mouthed kisses up your neck, not wanting to end the game so soon. His kisses were a mess of tongue and teeth, trailing upward until his lips finally met your own. Unsatisfied with your lips not parting to welcome his tongue, his thumbs flick your sensitive nipples. Using the gasp you let out to his advantage as he slides his tongue past your lips. His fingers make busy work at teasing your buds, rolling them between his thumb and index finger. All while his brother uses his thumbs to part your folds, tongue lolling out of his mouth to lick a fat stripe up your dripping pussy. Groaning deep in his throat at finally being able to taste you after months of yearning to be in this exact position. Your moans are swallowed by the older twin, his tongue never ceasing its assault on your own.

Luke, attempting to mimic actions you would expect from his brother, pulls away from your core, landing a harsh slap against your cunt. He followed with two more in quick succession, grinning at the cries that fall from your lips before diving back into your cunt. Luke returns to returning lapping your center, his tongue alternating between licking fat stripes against your clit to pointed circles tracing shapes against the bundle of nerves. This next action would be the determination of how clouded your mind was. His long fingers, much more slender than his brother's trace your opening. he plunges two digits in your walls, massaging the spongey spot in your depths, the one that made your vision go white, before avoiding it completely, teasing you to the point of tears at the loss of contact as he continues his assault with his tongue. He suddenly pulls away from your sex, sliding his fingers out of you. Before you can fully let the whine at the loss of contact escape, he buries his face back into your folds.

His nose bumps your clit as his tongue invades your entrance, curling inside you. He collects your juices on the wet muscle, withdrawing from inside you he pushes himself up. Tongue lolling out of his mouth, allowing your juices, mixed with his own saliva, to drip down on your neglected clit. He grins at your reaction to his teasing, your hips were already bucking, thighs trembling the brothers could tell you were getting close. Kieran, who never let up his assault on your sensitive nipples, tugs them harshly, relishing in the way you cry out for him. Once they were sure you were drunk enough on the feeling of their combined assault they both spoke at the same time, hoping your mind was hazy enough to not be able to pinpoint their voices. “So, dove, who was eating your cunt?”

Your mind was swimming, so lost in the pleasure of your near release. Their words meet your ears, muffled against the whine that bubbles up in your throat at the loss of contact. While trembling in their arms you whimper out your answer. “Kieran” The name coming out in a pathetic whimper, as you your following words. “Kieran was eating my cunt.” The owner of the name groans at the fucked out way it falls from your lips, and your heart sinks to your stomach as you realize it was right by your ear. He grins against the shell of it his breaths fanning against your skin as he speaks. “uh oh baby, that’s the wrong answer” He purrs, Luke chiming in from between your thighs, you didn’t know when he had risen to his knees, nor when he freed his cock from the confines of his pants. All you knew was that his mushroom tip was now probing your entrance, hand on your hip in anticipation of sinking you down not him. “Guess it's time for us to claim our prize dove.” His words promised this night was long from over, and that by the end of it you’ll never get them confused again.

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She cried for other reasons too — that the “Succession” chapter of her life has ended. “I’ll never have an opportunity to speak those lines, or get given new lines, new jokes, new worlds for Shiv and Roman to exist in together,” Snook says. “Just sadness for never getting a moment to play with these brilliant actors again.” (When I tell her that Culkin had said to me that perhaps Shiv and Roman might make up at some point, Snook brightens. “I feel like Shiv and Roman would reconcile in a way where he would be the shitty but great weird uncle for her kid, and there might be some sort of strange little family unit that gets splintered off.”) - Sarah Snook, Variety.

Kieran Culkin as Roman Roy and Sarah Snook as Shiv Roy | Succession (2018-2023)