#mephisto crow

[iizstrange]

Mephisto making Sylus sign a prenup

[marked-by-sylus]

Snuggly little crow 💖

[sayangrafayel]

Crow family Pt. Save Sylus

MC: Kids. Bed. Now. I wanna talk to your father.

Sylus: No, kids. Stay. Please stay.

MC: GO!!

Sylus: Stay.

Luke and Kieran hesitate

MC: Go.

Sylus: Stay.

MC: You go!

Luke slowly backs away

Sylus: Luke, stay!

Kieran slowly backs away

Sylus: Kieran don't move!

MC: GET OUT OF HERE.

Sylus: MEPHISTO, STAY.

Mephisto flies away

MC: GET OUT. I GOTTA TALK-

Sylus: DON'T LEAVE ME.

[hallelujahmeatgod]

How to Ruin a Report in 10 Folds

What happens when you leave a report unattended in Sylus' place with Luke and Kieran lurking around?

: Sylus, Luke, Kieran, Fem Reader

word count: 932

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“OW OW OWWW!”

“We’re sorry—OWWWWW!”

Their shrieking echoed down the grand halls of Sylus’ home like a chorus of chaos.

Meanwhile, in the calm of his spacious office, Sylus was flipping through documents with practiced indifference—until the doors burst open with a bang.

There stood MC, looking positively furious as she dragged Luke and Kieran in by their ears like misbehaving toddlers. With a huff, she shoved them inside. As soon as she let go, they clutched their ears dramatically like wounded puppies.

“Boss-man!” Luke fake-wept, sprinting toward Sylus. Kieran was right behind him, mirroring the act. They latched onto his arms as if trying to shield themselves with his body.

Sylus blinked, clearly unbothered but utterly lost.

“And what exactly is going on this lovely day?” he asked sarcastically, letting them dangle off him like living accessories.

MC crossed her arms and glared daggers at the twins, who instantly flinched and retreated further behind Sylus' arms.

“Why don’t you ask these mischievous children?”

“We’re not children!” Kieran declared bravely.

“Funny for someone hiding behind Sy,” MC shot back.

And just like that, the banter exploded—snappy comebacks flying back and forth like tennis balls while Sylus sat calmly between them, a helpless spectator to the chaos.

Eventually, he sighed, cleared his throat, and stood up.

“Are any of you going to explain what this is about, or will I just be stuck refereeing this three-way squabble?” he asked dryly. “I do have better things to do, entertaining as this is.” He took a step toward the door.

“NOOOOOOO!” Luke and Kieran wailed in unison, practically clinging for dear life—Luke hugging Sylus from the front, Kieran from the back.

Had this not been a real issue, MC might’ve doubled over laughing at the sight.

Sylus, clearly over it, rolled his eyes and turned to MC, giving her a look that said, please, for the love of everything, explain.

MC took a breath. “It’s really nothing much,” she said, tone heavy with sarcasm. “These two simply decided that it would be hilarious to do some origami today.”

Sylus squinted. “...Okay? So?”

“Exactly! So?” Luke echoed from his spot against Sylus' chest.

MC’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, don’t test me. I might’ve even helped you with your little paper cranes—had you not used my entire damn report!”

The twins flinched in unison. So did Sylus, ever so slightly.

“Your report?” he asked.

“Mhhm”

“The one you stayed up all night working on?”

“Yes, Sylus. You are correct. The report I stayed up all night working on,” she replied with a tight, painfully polite smile.

Sylus exhaled slowly and began to pry the twins off of him. Now that he grasped the full scope, he couldn’t just let it slide.

What the twins didn’t know was that Sylus had nearly cried trying to get MC to take a break from that damn report the night before. The leader of Onychinus—begging? Practically. But MC clung to her keyboard like it was a lifeline. She wouldn’t let it go.

And now… now the report was a fleet of origami birds.

In no time, Luke and Kieran were lined up before Sylus and MC like scolded children. Sylus rested a calming hand on MC’s back and fixed the boys with a stern look.

“Of all the papers in this house,” he said, “why hers? Look at me.”

They lifted their heads, hesitant.

“Nothing to say?”

Luke glanced at Kieran before muttering, “It’s just…”

“…Her paper was the best one for origami,” Kieran finished quietly.

There was a long pause. Sylus and MC looked at each other, both trying very hard not to laugh.

MC wasn’t truly angry—just tired and mildly unhinged from staying up all night printing those reports only for them to be turned into swans or stars or whatever. But their reasoning?

She could barely keep a straight face.

Then Luke mumbled something under his breath.

“Hm? Didn’t catch that,” Sylus said.

Luke sighed, defeated. “The other paper was too flimsy.”

MC stared at them. Her frustration was practically gone by now.

“How am I supposed to stay mad at you two?” she asked, exhaling with a soft smile. “I’m still a little upset, sure—because I really worked hard on those reports. But thanks to your dad here, I’ve learned to embrace the whole ‘what’s done is done’ mindset.”

She softened. “Just… be careful next time, okay?”

The twins nodded and muttered apologies.

Once the dust settled and Sylus gave them a few parting warnings, the boys retreated to wherever they went to pretend they were sorry.

Later that evening, Sylus walked into his room to find MC lounging calmly—completely opposite of her earlier rage.

“You had backups, didn’t you?” he asked, already knowing the answer.

MC smirked. “Obviously. I basically live with you three. I’d be a fool not to.”

Sylus chuckled. “You’re terrifying.”

MC raised a brow. “Is that a complaint?”

He looked at her for a moment, then smirked. “Not even a little.”

That night, MC returned to Sylus’ office and found a neat folder on his desk. On top of it sat a lone paper crane and a folded note with her name on it.

Inside the folder was a freshly printed version of her report, along with a clumsily handwritten message:

"We’re sorry. Please don’t set us on fire. Love, Luke and Kieran <3"

In the corner of the last page, someone had scribbled:

"P.S. We made you a new swan. It doesn’t bite."

MC rolled her eyes and took the new crane, looking at it fondly. “…Idiots,” she muttered with a smile.

[crowfishyy]

I wanted to put Mephisto in there too but idk LOL

Artsy Birb and Grumpy Crow everybody

[77gigabytes]

Mini-me {Love and Deepspace boys}

I can't stop imagining the LADS boys with kids. Mainly because of the "Plushies I gave her; plushies she gave me" trend. I CAN'T, I CANNOT, I DO NOT HAVE THE ABILITY TO CAN XD

Enjoy!

-Seven

|| Masterlist ||

Rafayel ❖· ────── · ·

Rafayel is as much of a child as he is a man

I think that Rafayel would have a son.

Right now, the two of you aren’t planning for another child, but Rafayel wouldn’t say no XD

Rafayel would be super fun and silly with your son

He would be overly dramatic when your son presents a new drawing of craft to him

“Here, papa,” Your son presents a painting of the ocean to Rafayel, “I tried the oil paints this time.”

With a hand at his chest, Rafayel does a big gasp, “What a masterpiece!”

Your son giggles

“I should present this at my next art exhibit!”

Please, as much as he exaggerates his reactions, he would have those painting and trinkets buried with him - that’s how much he loves your son

I imagine that one day as you’re cooking, they’re in the living room and Rafayel has your son’s hand enveloped in his own, guiding him as he paints.

It reminds you of that time in his studio in Greensprings after you promised to see the lanterns together

“What should we add next, kiddo?”

“Hmmm.” Your son taps the paintbrush on his chin, “What about some birds?”

“Heh, like the ones that stole your chips the other day?”

“It wasn’t the birds! It was you, papa!” he jabs the paintbrush at Rafayel’s chest

Rafayel lifts his hands up in surrender, “What do you mean? I’m innocent.” He chuckles as your son pouts at him

More often than not, the two of them are covered in paint, or whatever art supply they used. It ends up to be a whole load of washing for you >:(

Your son definitely loves the ocean just as much as his father.

When you were pregnant with him, he would kick in your belly whenever you were swimming or submerged in water.

As a toddler, he would kick his legs and squeal every time the waves washed over him

Rafayel would have his hands under your son’s arms, stabilising him so that the waves wouldn’t push him over

Now at six years old, he’s diving under, collecting shells and chasing fish,“Momma, look at this shell.” He lifts his small palm carrying a pink shell, his pearly whites beaming up at you as he smiled, “You can have it, momma, orrrrr, maybe I can make it into a paint with papa later.”

It’s late afternoon and your son is knocked out on the couch from spending the entire morning at the beach.

You and Rafayel get started on dinner

Rafayel comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Thank you.” He presses a kiss to your shoulder.

“Huh?” You pinch your brows and chuckle a little as he nuzzles your neck, “What for?”

He takes a deep breath, “I don’t know, just… For our son, for being my wife, I’m just happy, I guess.”

You chuckle lightly, “I’m happy too.” You turn around and pinch his cheek, “A little jealous that he takes after you so much, but happy.” you offer a bright smile.

Before Rafayel can lean in, his arms are jerked away from your waist

Your son is pulling at Rafayel’s arms, “No, papa! Momma is mine!” He’s leaning all the way back, using his entire weight as leverage to pry Rafayel’s body from yours, “Go away, papa!”

Rafayel scoffs, “Yours?” He raises an eyebrow, “Tsk.” He clicks his tongue and hauls your son over his shoulder, Your momma was mine first, you jellyfish!”

Rafayel's fingers jab at your son's sides, and the sound of your son’s laughter fills the kitchen “Hahaha, pa—haha-papa! Stop!” He’s got tears in his eyes but the biggest smile on his face.

“Nope!” Rafayel pops the ‘p’ and continues to tickle him, “I gotta show you who’s the big fish in this tank, pipsqueak.”

You shake your head and put an hand at your hip, the other one pointing the spatula at them, “Alright, enough, or both of you aren’t getting dinner.”

Sylus ❖· ────── · ·

Sylus has a daughter, a son, and another on the way!

He’d spoil them ROTTENNNNNN. I mean, he buys you dresses, gives you his black card to spend as much as you want, what more would he do for your children? Or rather, what wouldn’t he do for them?

He would definitely be the type to let your children learn how to do things on their own, even if they are clearly struggling. He lives by the ‘they’ll never learn if they don’t do it themselves.’ idea - he literally says "I prefer the cold and things that make me strong."

Although, he would yield after a little while when they’re clearly upset and wailing, but more often than not, with some gentle encouragement, he’d get them to figure out how to do it themselves - climbing thing, opening boxed, pulling out chairs, etc.

It gets a little troublesome since they become explorative - he often has to use his Evol to reign them back in. Although, the children squeal in delight when they’re lifted into the air and land in their father’s arms.

Mephisto is surprisingly gentle with your little ones, keeping his claws and beak out of range because it could hurt them, but also because they wouldn’t hesitate to grab it XD

Luke and Kieran are often on babysitting duty so that you and Sylus can go out - Honestly, this is why you have another baby on the way. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Sylus would totally hum to your belly, always off-tune, but he definitely would.

ANYWAY

Today, you’re out on an errand and your baby boy is absolutely crying to bits so Sylus and your daughter are trying their best to calm him down

Sylus has your daughter on his shoulders as he changes your son’s diaper. Your daughter has her hands in his hair as she makes silly faces down at her brother to try and distract him from crying.

By the time you come home, it’s quite late and you find that they are all sprawled out in the middle of the living room floor, toys scattered about and a kids show playing in the background.

Your son is splayed out on Sylus chest while your daughter is on her stomach, across Sylus’ stomach XD

You chuckle a lightly at their positioning

The lack of sleep must have finally caught up to Sylus, huh? You think

As you come closer you realise that your son is awake - he’s cooing with a fist in his mouth, drooling all over Sylus’ shoulder.

With a little difficulty, you kneel down onto the floor to slip your son out from Sylus’ arms. Slow and steady… The last few times you’ve tried, Sylus’ eyes would snap open, on high alert -because who would dare try to take his precious angels.

Anyways, you decided that Sylus probably needs the sleep, especially since you’re pregnant again, he’s been so on edge

You cradle your son in one arm, and with the other, you run your hand through Sylus’ hair - which he subconsciously leans into.

Then, you lean down to place a light kiss on your daughter’s cheek, although leaning down has become a challenge in itself with your growing belly.

With the support of a nearby armchair, you stand yourself up.

You make your way over to the cushioned rocking chair in the corner of the room, cradling your son to your chest to feed him.

Just as he finishes, your daughter’s slowly sits up from where she was laying. She rubs at her eyes and blinks sleepily - a vibrant red, like her father’s, peeking through.

She looks around the room and gasps in delight when her eyes land on you, “Mama!”

She takes a few steps to you and then stops midway to look back at her father. She hurriedly grabs the throw blanket from the armchair and throws it across her father, uncaring of whether it covered him properly or not.

“Hi, mama.” She greets you as she climbs to sit in your lap

“Hi, sweetie.” You gently caress her face, “How was your day?”

“Mmm…” She quirks her lips, “Well, little bubba was crying a lot, like, a lot, a lot.”

You chuckle as she spreads her arms all the way apart.

“But I missed you." She nuzzles into your shoulder, "Daddy did too, he kept looking at the clock.”

Hehe, ever the observant girl your daughter was.

“Aww, I missed you, and daddy, and bubba as well.” You press little pecks to her face and nuzzle your nose with hers to which she giggles. Like tinkling bells in the wind.

Zayne ❖· ────── · ·

I feel like Zayne would have a son and a daughter. Your son would be quite a few years older than her though

Some days, Zayne would take them to work, subtly showing them off to his colleagues

Greyson never misses the opportunity to pinch their cheeks and ruffle their hair, “They both look like a mini Dr. Zayne."

Zayne may have all those awards and trophies lining his office walls, but his pride and joy will always be his children

He may not outwardly express it, but he absolutely cherishes them - reading them bedtime stories, tucking them in with the lightest kiss upon their foreheads

I imagine your son would be very studious, having read most of the books occupying the shelves of Zayne’s office. He would be quite curious, exploring the hospital and asking the doctors all sorts of questions that they themselves do not even have the answers to.

He would be your little gentleman, learning from his father, pulling out chairs and opening doors.

Your daughter would probably be a little shy, always having a fist clenched on her daddy’s clothes or holding onto his hands, or rather his fingers.

Her big brother wouldn’t hesitate to get her whatever she wanted or take her wherever she wishes - your family’s little princess

As much of a workaholic Zayne is, and as much as he wants to provide for you and your little family, he would have no problems lessening his hours to spend time with you and the children

It doesn’t matter how tired he is from a long day of endless surgeries, he would just as eagerly play with them in the living room

“Here, Dad, have a turn.”

“What is it?” Zayne removes his coat and drapes it over the couch’s armrest.

“Uncle Greyson bought it for us.” Your son leads Zayne over to the living room table.

“Uncle Greyson, huh?”

Your son brushes over the comment and continues to explain the little toy, “You have to take these plastic organs and bacteria out without touching the edges or else it beeps and his nose flashes a red light.”

Ever the steady-handed surgeon, Zayne takes them all out without a problem.

“Daddy,” your daughter clutches at the fabric of Zayne’s dress shirt. “I want to try.”

Zayne beckons her over to stand in front of him where he can support her little hands holding the plastic forceps

On the off chance that you are not with them, Zayne would get them sweet treats on the way home

“It’ll be our little secret.” Zayne whispers, with a finger pressed to his lips

your son and daughter giggle in their seats and happily gobble up spoonfuls of the dessert

It isn’t long before they all start having toothaches and receive a scolding from you

On family vacations, you all end up in a cabin up in the mountains of Snowcrest (at the request of your sweet little angels)

Zayne is more than happy to teach them how to snowboard,

Much to your surprise, as your daughter grew older, you found that she was quite proficient in snowboarding

But there used to be times where Zayne made them little tiaras and crowns of ice and built little ice castle with them using his Evol

Xavier ❖· ────── · ·

Sleeps as much as your newborn son, if not more, and your eldest son has inherited his father’s incredible appetite.

When you’re not at home, Xavier nearly burns the house down trying to make food for them, so once your son was old enough, he opted to learn how to cook - having his father as an assistant because, you know… they need supervision or something XD

Xavier would definitely read them bed time stories

His voice is so soft and mellow, they would fall asleep so quickly

Not much of a surprise considering that Xavier falls asleep at the drop of a hat

But on days when they have nightmares, Xavier would use his Evol to create little bunnies and flowers that float around in their bedroom

and when sleep finally overtook them, he would tuck their blankets around them and whisper,

“Sweet dreams, my little starlight.”

Most days, in your lounge, your younger son would be crawling all over Xavier as he laid on the floor.

“Arghh, the monster’s got me.” he would jokingly say.

Your older son would then come in with a cardboard sword, gently tapping his little brother on the back to slay the monster

Xavier cradles the young one in his arms, “And the hero has saved the day once again!” He lifts the infant up into the air and receives a toothless smile.

“Just like you and mommy!” Your son beams down at Xavier, sword and shield still poised, “You keep us safe from all the wanderers, right? I wanna be just like you and mommy.”

Xavier just smiles - the kind that crinkles the corners of his eyes, “Well, we better start training, huh?” Xavier ruffles your son’s hair.

Although he may not be as well-off as Sylus, he definitely would do his best to spoil them, bringing them to amusement parks, buying them little star lamps for their bedrooms, taking them to the arcade and playing kitty cards with them.

One time, you all went on a holiday to this guest house in the forest. When you asked him how he knew about this place he replied with:

“I befriended the uncle that runs this guesthouse while I went fishing that one time.”

Xavier would take them hiking, showing your sons the most scenic views in the forest

when night time came, all four of you were laying down on a blanket, gazing at the stars

Today, he’s taken you to a cherry blossom park. He’s got your eldest son on his shoulders, and your little one in a baby carrier at his front.

Your eldest son is reaching up trying to grasp at the pink petals some of which fall onto your youngest’s head.

Xavier quickly lets go of your hand, which he was holding, to brush them out of your baby’s face. (he’s using the other one to stabilise your son’s leg over his shoulder)

Just as quickly, he grasps your hand once more.

You squeeze his hand lightly, “Let me take the carrier from you, Xavier.”

“No, it’s okay.” He quickly refuses, “I want to carry them both. It won’t be long before they’ll be too big to do so.”

AHHHHAAA, I'm finally finished with exams, so I'll be able to write more often. Yahooooo ~(˘▾˘~)

But brooooo, the Lads with KIDSSSSS I CAN DIE HAPPY

-Seven

|| Masterlist ||

[pyxiehollowinside]

Sylus likes to watch you sleep. Since his work hours are your sleep hours, he likes to check in on you with Mephisto. Sometimes, when he comes home from work, he’ll just sit on the bed and watch you sleep. You’d think that would be super wholesome right? Wrong. Turns out being a hunter who does nothing but kill wanderers all day and waking up to glowing red eyes staring you down in a pitch back room is actually fucking terrifying! It’s a jump scare every time and you’ll never get used to it.

[uniquethingtastemaker]

Ok, I had a hilarious idea for a Sylus x Reader fanfic, so here’s a long excerpt! (There’s another snippet!) This is the majority of the fanfic I have lol:

Once you’re alone, you stare straight at the security camera.

“If you’re going to spy on me, at least send the crow,” you declare before spinning on your heels and stalking away.

——————

Sylus sits back in his seat with a smirk and raised eyebrow. He takes out a slip of paper and jots something down.

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The next day, the mechanical bird appears outside your classroom window. You bite the inside of your lip to suppress a smirk. It seems the owner has taken your advice into consideration. Your watcher can be persuaded, which is a good sign. You’ve often had to take people out, so you’re glad you picked the right person to interact with.

You don’t spare the crow another glance while waiting for class to end.

Afterward, you casually walk into the courtyard where you last saw the critter. Your eyes sweep your surroundings to confirm the coast is clear. Then, you raise your forearm. The crow swoops in to take its perch.

Your lips twitch up. That was badass. You secretly summoned a high-tech mechanical bird down, and it responded instantly. Whoever is watching you gets bonus points for the rule of cool.

You look at the crow curiously, before noticing something on its leg.

“Excuse me,” you murmur, as you unwrap a slip of paper from its appendage.

Alright, kitten.

You blink.

You blink again, before you face screws up, confused.

“Kitten? Kitten??“ you repeat. “Is that his nickname for me? Why??”

You glance at the crow with a baffled frown.

“Fine, I’ll give your owner a nickname too… I’ll call them…“ You trail off.

You shuffle through your head for an idea. You want to stick with the animal theme. He has a crow and calls you a kitten. He must like animals, so you want to nickname him something with that in mind. However, you need an animal that’s beneath both. You furrow your eyebrows. Then, you remember Caleb’s nickname for you.

You snap your fingers.

“I’ll call your owner, Squeaker! Mice squeak and cats catch mice. It means I'll catch them eventually,” you declare, proud of yourself.

The beautiful black bird squawks, chortling in approval. Your eyes glint.

So this crow has a sense of humor. It seems sentient from its creator. You like him already. If this bird likes to bully his owner, you’ve found a friend.

You speak to the brilliant machine on your arm with reverence. “Although I also don’t know your name, oh great messenger. I’m sure Squeaker has already named you. However, I don’t know it, so I’ll give you one myself.”

You ponder before voicing your thoughts aloud.

“You’re more immaculate than Mr. Squeaker, so—Wait, is Squeaker a male?” you clarify.

The crow bobs its head.

“Thank you. As I said, you’re more prestigious than Mr. Squeaker, so your name should reflect that.”

The mechanical crow holds its head high, preening itself slightly. You grin. Yes, you like this bird. You’ll still be wary, but Mr. Squeaker has made a tempting offer of a friend.

“Yes, you are the best. Therefore, your name will be Ruby for your eyes. Rubies are often referred to as a symbol of royalty and wealth. You are certainly classy and of a noble status, my liege,” you praise, giving a slight bow to the black bird.

Your little crow friend wiggles happily on your arm, and you giggle.

“[Y/N], break is almost over!” a classmate calls.

You quietly scoff. “They’re interrupting my quality time with my bird.”

You toss your voice over your shoulder with the perfect tone of appreciation.

“Got it! I’ll be over in a second! Thanks!”

You turn back to Ruby with distaste. “Ugh, people. You, my dear, are the most interesting thing in my life, so I’ll see you later.”

You lift your arm, giving him a boost to fly away. Your new friend takes off and disappears into the trees. You have some research to do.

You jog back to your friends.

“Thanks for letting me know. I appreciate it,” you reply with a cheery attitude.

You hate maintaining this persona, but it’s for your safety and protection. You’re taking a gamble with Mr. Squeaker, but if it pays off. The rewards will be great. It’s just a feeling.

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“Mr. Squeaker?” Sylus laughs. “Nobody has been that brave in front of me before. I look forward to the day we meet face to face, but not yet. They’re interesting. Also, I have to correct them on your name, Mephisto.”

———————

Ruby returns the next day with another note.

Cute name, sweetie, but his name is Mephisto.

“Sweetie?” you question before looking at Ruby. “Is he flirting with me, or does he give the impression of an old southern woman who calls everyone sweetie?”

The cute crow squawks, almost cackling at your suggestion. You smile.

“So not an old southern lady. Got it,” you comment before placing a thoughtful hand under your chin.

“Before I get into more theories about Squeaker, I have to address your name,” you state. “It looks like you don’t have a last name, so from now on your full name is Mephisto Ruby. Is that amiable?”

Your crow preens and you grin.

“I’m glad you like it just as much as I do, Ruby,” you reiterate.

(What do you think? Leave your comments. Can you tell I like Mephisto? Also side note: Sylus is technically not my favorite character, but man, do I like this fanfic. It’s just so funny. Reader is great. Anyway, tell me what you think!!)

[voidsylus]

the crow family are sylus birthday protectors

[melody-of-qinju]

Slightly NSFW/ Takes place before MC started liking him.

🐦‍⬛🐈‍⬛🚿

Luke: You want us to.....what?.

Sylus with his head down: Grab any weapon you see here, and aim for my head. Not that difficult to do, is it?.

Kieran: ...Is that really you Boss?.

Sylus: Want me to not pay you 2 anymore?.

Luke: Nope!.

Kieran: We'll do it!.

Many bruises, gunshots and a broken nose later...

Sylus getting healed by his evol: *sigh* It's still in my head... 🤦‍♂️

Luke: A bullet, Boss?.

Sylus: No, you 2 can leave... 🤦‍♂️

...

Luke: What was that?.

Kieran: No Idea...

~2 HOURS AGO~

Sylus: Mephisto, go check on our favorite Hunter of Linkon. 😏

Mephisto: CAW!!! (She's YOUR favorite mate!!!) *Flys away anyways*

Sylus: 😗🎶

...

Mephisto coming back: CAW!!!

Sylus: What has my little dove been up to?

Mephisto: *Shows a projection of MC coming out the bathroom.......without a towel on*

Sylus: 😳

Sylus: ...please tell me she didn't catch you.

Mephisto: CAW!!! (She would've plucked me like a chicken)

Sylus: *Bangs his head on the desk*

Mephisto still oblivious: Caw?.

~2 HOURS LATER~

Luke: Uh, why is Mephisto in a cage?.

Kieran: No idea...

Mephisto: *sad cawing*

Luke: Anyways, something must've deeply affected the Boss.

Kieran: Hmm, should we call Miss Hunter and invite her over? Maybe she'll know what to do.

Luke: Good Idea!.

[sinzkiller]

Mischievous Crows🐦‍⬛: Sylus, Kieran, Luke and Mephisto.

Operation: Chaos Cats (And One Accidental Dog)

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Sylus always bragged that he never got sick. His immune system? Flawless. His body? Unstoppable. No fever, no flu, no weakness—he was basically an immortal being, according to himself.

Yet, today?

Sylus was a miserable, blanket-buried mess, groaning in bed like a defeated warrior. His hair was a disaster, his voice was hoarse, and he refused to move. "I'm fine," he croaked, voice barely above a whisper.

"You're dying," you deadpanned.

Luke, Kieran, and Mephisto (the smartest, most mischievous crow) stood beside you, all exchanging knowing looks. This was not acceptable.

"Sickness causes sadness… and cats cure sadness," Kieran muttered.

Luke nodded sagely. "We need to get him cats. Many cats."

And so, the mission began.

---

You, Luke, and Kieran scoured the area for stray kittens, moving with the speed and precision of highly trained operatives. Mephisto soared above like a stealth drone, scanning the area.

Suddenly, he let out a sharp *caw*—*TARGET LOCKED*.

A tiny, fluffy kitten was hiding under a parked car. The three of you rushed forward, but the kitten was fast. It zigzagged like it had been training for this moment its whole life.

"Mephisto, aerial support!" you called.

The crow dove low, wings spread wide, causing the kitten to dart in the opposite direction—right into Kieran’s arms.

"Gotcha!" Kieran grinned, holding the tiny furball up like a trophy.

This pattern repeated several times. Mephisto would scout from above, you’d corner the kittens, and Luke or Kieran would snatch them before they could escape.

At some point, you also accidentally… got a puppy.

"Wait, where did this dog come from?" Luke asked, cradling a happy, wriggly pup.

"I panicked and grabbed him," Kieran admitted.

"Well, he's ours now." You shrugged.

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Once the kittens (and one surprise puppy) were groomed, checked by the vet, and deemed healthy little agents of chaos, it was time for The Grand Reveal.

Sylus, still wrapped in his blanket cocoon, barely acknowledged your presence as you carried in a giant box.

"We brought you medicine," Luke said solemnly.

"I don’t need—"

You dumped the entire box of fluffy creatures onto Sylus.

*Cue instant mayhem.*

Kittens crawled all over him, purring and kneading at his blanket. One sat proudly on his head. The puppy happily licked his cheek.

Sylus was stunned. Silent.

"…What the hell."

"They're your cure," you said proudly.

Kieran sat on the edge of the bed. "You’re welcome."

Meanwhile, Mephisto perched on the headboard, overseeing his work like a proud mastermind.

Sylus groaned but didn’t push the animals away. If anything… he melted. His fever-flushed face softened, and despite his grumbling, he let the kittens cuddle up to him.

Mission success.

Happy Sylus = Happy family.

[iizstrange]

Y'all can say whatever, this is how I see MEPHISTO every time I play the claw machine.

[ravens-bird]

I love how Mephisto went from tattling on MC to Sylus to changing loyalties and snitching about him instead 🤣🤣

I wish we get to see more of the crow family, I miss them 😞😞

[sayangrafayel]

Crow family Pt. Birds' vision

Sylus: Hey, boys. Let me tell you how magical birds are. Birds can be flying as high as an eight story building and spot a single ant on the sidewalk.

MC: So what do we learn from that fact, boys?

Luke: We learn how imperfect our vision is.

Kieran: Mhm! And that we're only doing our best with what we're given with. That's why we use Mephisto to scout around.

MC: Wrong. It means when a bird poops on you, it was a premeditated and calculated move.

[mybelovedsylus]

Every now and then I remember I had a cricut phase in 2020- so I made a grumpy crow plush in illustrator and now I have somewhat subtle merch

[columbinashaonu]

Yeah, sir.. sure. It's the *mechanical* crow that has separation anxiety. I totally believe that.