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I need the smut mirror sex prompt with Sylus and female reader please

Your wish is my command, anon ;) I’m still a little unsure about what Sylus’s dirty talking would be like…If y’all have any feedback on how I wrote it here, lmk what you think!

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Breathtaking view

Sylus x female reader

Prompt: mirror sex

Content: lots of praise, hair pulling (but it’s gentle), slightly rough fucking…but sylus remains a gentleman, a moment of possessive!sylus, creampie

The ornate floor-length mirror across from Sylus’s bed at Onychinus’s base felt a little over the top when you first saw it. But now, you’re starting to understand its appeal—and why Sylus positioned it with the perfect view of his large bed.

You're on all fours at the edge of the mattress, facing the mirror with your back arched and hands gripping the silk sheets. And Sylus is behind you, fucking you with a rhythm that has your thighs trembling.

He usually doesn’t take you like this. Normally, he likes the moment to be more intimate, his body pressed against every delicious curve of yours. He likes to cradle you in his arms and use his weight to keep you in place while he overwhelms you with deep thrusts.

But tonight, he can’t deny there’s something special about this view.

“Look at that,” he groans, low and reverent. One palm glides down your spine while the other grips your hip tight enough to bruise. “So perfect…”

You try to focus on the mirror's reflection—the sight of your flushed face, mouth parted, body jolting forward with each powerful thrust. But your eyes are drawn to him. The way his gaze is locked on you like he’s memorizing every detail, every shudder, every moan.

You cry out when he hits that perfect spot inside you, making your arms buckle and your head drop forward onto the sheets. But there’s no real reprieve from the intense pleasure. He folds his strong torso over your back, his thrusts not missing a beat while he presses warm kisses to your shoulder and neck.

“Eyes on the mirror, sweetie,” he rasps, voice thick with desire.

All you can do is whimper in return. You’re not sure if you have the strength to stay upright when Sylus fucks you so deep, his cock kissing your cervix with each roll of his hips.

And he knows it. He always knows. His fingers slip up the nape of your neck, threading gently into your hair before giving a firm tug at the roots. It’s not too rough. Just sudden enough to make you yelp and lift your gaze.

The moment your eyes meet his in the mirror, he slows, just for a heartbeat. It’s not hesitation. It’s just a quick check-in. Ready to stop if you need to tap out.

But you don’t. You want this. Your body tingles with pleasure when he resumes the rough pace of his thrusts, fucking you a bit harder now that he has your attention.

“That’s it,” he growls, that trademark smirk tugging at his lips. “Don’t look away.” Your cunt clenches around him in response, and he lets out a noise that’s guttural, downright feral. “Fuck…just like that,” he groans between the sounds of your pussy slicking him up with more of your arousal. “You’re squeezing me so well, sweetie.”

You whine his name, hips pushing back against him instinctively. You’re lost in the heat of his words and the stretch of him inside you.

“Such a precious little thing,” he murmurs, almost to himself.

His eyes never leave the reflection. He’s drinking in the sight of your body—how gorgeous every dip, curve, and soft roll is while you writhe from the pleasure.

And while he’s lost in admiring you, you’re just as caught up in him. The way his muscles flex with every movement. The way his skin glistens with sweat. The sharp lines of his jaw clenching when he grits his teeth. You’re hypnotized by his strength, his hunger, his absolute focus on you.

Then his arm snakes around your waist, and his fingers slip between your thighs to lazily circle your clit.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, still mesmerized by you and talking mostly to himself. “And you’re all mine.”

He fucks you like he plans on keeping you forever. And he kisses your neck with such gentle affection—it’s a dizzying contrast to how hard and deep his cock moves inside you.

Watching yourself like this, seeing how your own body seems to glow with confidence, it makes you moan even louder. Only Sylus brings out this side of you. And he loves it. He loves knowing how his words, his praise, encourages you to love yourself harder. You deserve it all, and he’s proud of you for accepting both his cock and his affection so openly.

The two of you get lost in the sinful image of your bodies intertwined, appreciating how sexy you look together. You’ve always brought out the best sides of each other.

It’s that feeling—the recognition that Sylus completes you and you complete him—that has your fingers clawing into his bicep as he thrusts into you harder, chasing both your highs at once.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Sylus says between breathless grunts. “Come for me.”

With one more circle of his fingers and a deliciously deep thrust, you fall apart on his cock. Your mouth parts in such a pretty ‘o’, and Sylus eagerly watches every twitch and shiver of your body through the mirror.

He follows a breath later, hips jerking one last time as he spills inside you with a rough groan of your name.

After such passionate lovemaking, even someone as strong as Sylus can’t stay upright anymore. He collapses beside you, careful to roll you over so you don’t get stuck beneath his heavy body.

The two of you need a few minutes to catch your breath, and he pulls you into his arms to pepper sloppy kisses all over your sweaty skin.

“Hm, you always look good, sweetie,” he murmurs, between kisses full of adoration. “But tonight? You were breathtaking.”

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[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.” 

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[aeyumicore]

azure's echo day (valentine's) headcannons

━ ✧.˖ PAIRING: sylus and caleb (separate) x female reader

━ .ᐟ✧ GENRE: pure fluff

━ ✧.˖ WORD COUNT: 379 total

━ .ᐟ✧ CONTENT WARNINGS: none, just pure tooth rotting fluff!

━ ✧.˖ LINKS: zayne, xavier, and raf's version | ao3

━ .ᐟ✧ A/N: the same azure's echo day (love and deepspace equivalent of valentine's day) headcannons i did in the above link for zayne, raf, and xavier but for caleb and sylus, our newest lads babies <3 i know it's well after vday BUT IT'S STILL february so don't look at me. requested by @hellokitty-doll :)

🐦‍⬛ sylus

Does he ask you to be his Valentine?

Like many human things, Sylus is new to Valentine’s Day. But he’s never missed asking you to be his Valentine, ever since he one time saw Kieran teasing Luke, saying “Another year no Valentine Luke? That’s okay bro, I’ll be your Valentine!” To which Luke responded “Doesn’t that mean you also don’t have a Valentine? Loser.” Which all led to Sylus asking “what is that.” Now, he always asks you on one of the days during the week leading up to the 14th. He always changes it to keep you on your toes, but it's always before the 14th. Honestly, he’s just grateful to have another reason to spoil you with his boatloads of money (Mr. 1 million means I’m broke) that you’re less likely to reject or scold him for. 

How does he ask?

It's not that Sylus has the most lavious, extravagant taste. He just has more money than he knows what to do with, spending years building his empire–without you by his side. But now, he has you and he knows exactly what he wants to spend his money on. This year, he transforms the rooftop of his base to be your own little sanctuary, covering the entire surface in expensive buckets and bouquets of flowers and twinkling lights. It almost looks like a starry meadow of flowers. After a chef prepared five course meal, you share a hammock he had set up, watching the moon when it’s at its brightest. And then he serenades you, as best he can, and asks you to be his Valentine.

What bouquet does he get you?

Sylus also prepares one personal bouquet for you that he gives you personally, when you see him waiting amidst the rooftop of flowers, like a thing out of a fairytale. Since daturas are highly toxic to humans, he can only use them as accent pieces. He opts for a classic bouquet of beautiful red roses, arranging the black daturas amidst them, making sure there’s not enough to be potent enough to harm you. The bouquet encapsulates Sylus, and his classic timeless style, perfectly. Every time you look at it, you can’t help but see his shadowy crimson eyes gazing at you–in a way reserved only for you.

🍎 caleb

Does he ask you to be his Valentine?

Yes! Actually, Caleb is not new to asking you to be his Valentine. Growing up, on the years you happened to find yourself without a Valentine, he always asked you to be his. So he has quite a bit of experience–he knows exactly how to make you feel like the most special person in the world, which you absolutely are. Safe to say, when it comes to you, Caleb is a Valentine’s Day pro. Without fail, on the 13th, he will ask you to be his now and forever Valentine.

How does he ask?

Caleb likes to do Valentine's week, giving you small gifts throughout the week. He will start exactly 7 days before the 13th, leaving treats, silly little notes, plushies, and flowers for you to find, in your home, your car, somehow even your workplace. On the 13th he will do his big ask. It’s different every year but almost always involves him flying you in his personal aircraft somewhere obscenely beautiful for sunset and dinner. Sometimes it’s a picnic of your favorite Caleb dishes, sometimes it’s a lavish restaurant, or sometimes even just a night market street stall he’d heard about. He always pops the question when your mouth is full of food because he loves to tease you when you’re adorably flustered.

What bouquet does he get you?

It doesn’t matter how busy he is, Caleb always builds his own bouquet for you, every Valentine’s. It’s not too difficult, after all the base of the bouquet grows right in his own backyard. A bouquet of white endless summer hydrangeas, the same ones he’d taken from the garden behind the grocery store. And of course, in the greenhouse he had built, he has an Asiatic apple tree that blooms year round. He sprinkles just enough of those in so that the bouquet smells like those summers you’d see him off at the Linkon train station when he’d leave for Skyhaven. Only now, they don’t remind you of Caleb leaving.

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[pigeonstab]

CUTE PFP 🌹

tyyyy have him bite sized

[stargirlygirl]

Hi lovelyyyyy 🥰🥰 I hope your having a restful break and it’s been on my mind after reading your sexy time gone wrong with the lads men (which is an absolute MASTER PIECE) about reader accidentally farting during it, or like in general in front of them? Sorry I the request sounds weird, but it’s a goofy thought that’s been plaguing my mind for ages 😛

star's initial words: thanks for your req! tbh, i avoided the subject for my embarrassing/gone wrong moments because i'm like cringing so hard at the thought of it. like if that was me, i'd be so fucking embarrassed like hiding my face, scampering off, never to be seen again. so, here's my thoughts on how they would react if you did.

you fart in front of them

zayne

i think zayne would be super chill about it.

let's say you're cuddling on the couch and one slips out, and you're like apologising profusely, blushing hard, wanting to dash away.

i think he'd just shrug and say, "what? why are you embarrassed? flatulence is normal. it's your digestive system getting rid of excess gas. don't worry about it."

but if you farted during it... he'd stop whatever he was doing and check if you're okay, if you need to take a break or need a minute to recover. he'd be attentive rather than disgusted, and he would again reassure that farting is normal body process and that he's not weirded out by it.

as a doctor (even though he's a cardiologist), i think farting or other things we find embarrassing about our bodies (body hair, odour, stretch marks), he wouldn't recoil from. he'd be quite nonchalant and accepting of any of those things.

caleb

you and caleb grew up together, so he's no stranger to your farts.

he's definitely teasing you for them, like, "eating a lot protein lately, huh, pips?" or "god, honey, you needa warn me first."

he's definitely ripping a few with you. maybe you have loudest or stinkiest fart competitions if you had spicy takeout for dinner.

if you fart during sex, i think he'd crack up laughing and have to pull out from how funny he finds it. like, guffawing, clutching his abs, and you start laughing with him because his joy is infectious.

he makes you comfortable and makes light of your farting. the last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable with him, especially when you're being vulnerable with him. both during sex and farting, of course.

sylus

if you fart in front of him, i think silence would descend upon the room for a tense ten seconds. he'd look up from his book, over the rim of his wine glass and just stare at you, perplexed.

like caleb, i think sylus would tease you for it. but not in brotherly way. in a condescending, arrogant sylus way.

"was it the beans, kitten?" he would ask in his usual drawl, making your face heat up as you nod.

he'd keep teasing you until you're begging him to stop, and then he'll just sexily laugh it off and return to his reading.

farting during sex... i think he'd say, "was i applying to much pressure, sweetie?" and you reassure him that you're all good to keep going. but i think it would dampen the mood a little. maybe you'd take a short break, and feel each other up some more before getting back into it.

xavier

when you fart in front of him, he just looks at you and blinks for a few seconds before returning to what he was doing. i don't think he would say anything. he doesn't want to make a big deal of it; that's his way of letting you know he doesn't mind.

i also think on more than one occasion, xavier has farted in his sleep and if it was bad, then you've probably shoved him awake like "goddamn, xav. what the fuck did you eat?" (the answer is his own cooking).

i think our bunny would be surprised if you farted during it. he'd jump a little and be taken back by the sudden noise. embarrassed, you'd apologise and cover your face.

xavier would pry your hands away and hold them as he reassures you that it's okay, and if you'd like to continue, then he'd like to as well.

he wouldn't bring it up again or tease you, especially if it's during sex. i think he'd be sweet about it, and as i said before, wouldn't make a fuss over such a small thing.

rafayel

dear lord, when it comes to this man... i don't know. our fishie is so confusing and complex. would he tease you for it? absolutely. would he bring it up later in the day and still tease you for it? i don't think so.

after you fart, raf would be like, "woah, cutie. bathroom's over there," while he points down the hall. he'd laugh at you, a veiny hand over his mouth as he tries to conceal his amusement.

you're embarrassed? i think he'd embrace you and poke your nose while telling you that he doesn't care, because he really doesn't.

if you fart while y'all are getting it on, i think he'd still tease you.

raf would stare at you before teasing, "again, cutie? don't tell me you need the bathroom again." and then he'd lay on top of you once you insist that you don't need the bathroom (or if you do then obvs he's letting you get up). rafie would nuzzle your neck and whisper that it's okay.

he'd want and encourage you to initiate intimacy after you're ready to go again. that way, he knows you genuinely want to and that he's not forcing you into anything if you really do feel uncomfortable.

and if you wanted to stop, then he'd be getting off you, cleaning you up, and snuggling up next to you. maybe a little pouty, he'll ask if you can pick things up again tomorrow.

embarrassing/gone wrong sex moments m.list full m.list

star's final words: my dad was a doctor (gp) and i noticed that when it comes to farting, bodily excretions and a lack of control of them, he's very nonchalant about it. like he just brushes it off, finds it natural because it is. he doesn't make you feel bad about it and is willing to help clean things up (my mom has some bladder control issues). obviously, not all doctors are like that, but i'd like to think that zayne would react similarly. not because i think zayne and my dad are on par (definitely not), but it seems to be an appropriate response and helps to make you feel more comfortable about something that 1) you have little to no control over and 2) can feel embarrassed about.

[voidsylus]

infold has to be getting sylus branch ready

with chaotic velocity, freefall gambit and this event stories, we are frequently seeing sylus the leader of the n109 zone, the man with the highest bounty, the only one to have ever escaped space prison. this feels like infold is cooking with sylus main branch

don’t get me started on the fact that sylus has continuously brought up joining onychinus and we were adamant on not but this time look at our change in response

something terrible is going to happen to us or a tragedy will befall onto linkon, sylus can sense it’s coming

i feel like this is foreshadowing that we will finally agree to leave the hunter association and join him to finally go all out in finding out the mastermind behind ever and what they plan to do with our aether core

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Poseidon, Qin Shi Huang, and Hades with a phoenix s/o? If she were to die, s/o can just rise from the ashes.

He waited. And waited and waited and waited.

Poseidon hated waiting. But, if it was for [Y/N], he would wait for an eternity.

Finally, the flames of their resurrection alight, and they float down bright & anew. “It’s taking longer for you to do that. Should I be concerned?”

[Y/N] turned to Poseidon with a soft smirk. “Concerned? You, my dearest?” Poseidon frowned at their teasing. They knew how he felt about them. Just because he didn’t lay it on thick like his exaggerative brothers and nephews, did not make it so.

“We should leave. This place smells of death.” No wonder, with the slew of fallen monsters at their feet.

They leave and [Y/N] linked arms with him. “Don’t worry, my love. I’m perfectly fine. It’s just this place take a little longer for my powers to work. Fire & water and all.” A comment that was made often about their relationship, and how a phoenix could stay in his domain. “I’ll be right as rain once we’re on dry land.”

He made no comment, but certainly hoped so. Poseidon would hate to be the reason that their fire was officially snuffed out. Drowned in his seas for want of him. He wouldn’t have it.

It was his worst fear come to life. To lose another person close to him for this…accursed thing.

Qin Shi grit his teeth. Prepared to go down with the ship at this point. To die along side [Y/N]  like some great tale of old, because what was the point anymore. Then, suddenly, the area where their corpse was burst into flames. At first he thought it was the enemy, insulting his love even more by desecrating their corpse, but when the flames settled his love stood there unscathed.

“Gods…I hate when that happens.”

Qin Shi was shocked. “How did you….”

“Did I not mention I was a phoenix? I am certain I mentioned that before.”

Qin Shi couldn’t remember. He was honestly so elated that they were right. He bound over to [Y/N] to envelope them in a hug. “Dāngrán. Of course the God King would have a phoenix for a mate.” He was just happy they were alright.

long. “You should really be more careful.”

“Why?” [Y/N] asked as they brushed off their sleeves to get the remaining specs of ash from their resurrection off.

Hades just frowned. “Because, one day, this won’t work for you.”

“Oh please! I’ve done this hundreds of times.” They told him, waving him off with their hand.

“Exactly. And each time is a strain on your body & your powers. You keep taking these foolish risks, and one day you won’t be able to come back.” To come back to him.

“You’re being a little dramatic, love. It would not lead much to the credo if I died from resurrection. Have you ever heard of a phoenix dying of natural causes?”

Natural causes, no. But interference by their enemies to destroy their ashes, compound their bodies to that they cannot resurrect fully anymore, bound in statis for eternity, yes. “I just want you to be careful.”

“And I am.” They insisted. Coming over to kiss his cheek.

Hades wished he could believe them. They did not see the world as he did. One that did not stretch on for eternity but instead would come to its inevitable end. All he could hope for is that they would be careful; and that that road would stretch on much longer, so that the end was no where near in sight.

[leftarmofl1fe]

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[linkons-most-wanted]

In a far better world, what do you think Sylus would major in, business or computer/mechanical engineering (STEM guy Sylus is 😘) or just do a double/triple major being his effortlessly overachieving self?

Ooh, great question! It'd have to be a far better world than this one because low key I do not think Sylus buys into academia 😂

You mean I have to fill out a paper to prove to the professor that I actually read the book, which I am reading of my own volition because I want to learn things? And I have to format my citations with italics and underlines and semicolons why? Excuse me? I have better things to do.

And he would be bored out of his miiiiiiiind in any lecture that wasn't going fast enough. He'd probably read ahead in the textbook, quiz himself on the practice problems, get them all correct, and then stop showing up to that class because he's already learned it all and why bother checking the box for someone else's approval. 😂

In my HS AU I had him basically skip college and just start a business and earn a young entrepreneur award because Sylus is not going to spend a damn minute working for someone else if he can be his own boss.

BUT. All that aside. Imagining a world where academia was actually 100% focused on learning, I def think he'd want to take a really eclectic mix of classes. STEM would come infuriatingly easy to him, which is why you'd find him studying most diligently in Literature or History or something else unexpected. The Business professors would probably hate him for barely showing up to class but acing every project and assignment 'cause he's out there doing side hustles and talking to business leaders and generally developing his intuition.

I think Mech E is spot on, though, he's a tinkerer! I think he'd prefer that to pure software eng. (Mech E's still do a good bit of automation programming and the hands-on aspect is really appealing.) And, speaking from personal experience, the way to do it is to go after the Eng degree and splash in the elective business/culture classes that most interest you because it doesn't really work the other way around.

Not that anything could stop Sylus from just showing up to classes he wasn't enrolled in because he thought they sounded interesting 😂 Imagine the confusion of a professor hitting midterms and realizing that their favorite student isn't even enrolled in their class.

I could also totally see him taking art classes and being pretty bad at it (cough like his singing cough) but absolutely giving it his all and having a good time and being a favorite of the teachers because he's just so locked in because he finds it challenging.

And then after four years the dean would be like "Okay, so, you technically haven't taken the right mix of classes for us to grant you a major in any one thing... but also you're one of our most excellent students... so um... idk we'll make an exception."

Or he drops out right before graduation (making all his professors FURIOUS) to go found a startup that ends up taking the world by storm 🤷‍♀️

[asiatic-apple]

you already know i love your sylus works (a big fan) and forgive me if you’ve done it but can i pretty please have smut prompt #17 with female reader for sylus ✨

I was so honored to write this for youuu, my #1 sylus fan!! I hope it's to your liking ❤️ Thank you so much for being here, and I hope the long wait for this was worth it

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Sylus x female reader

Words: 1.1k

Prompt: seeing the love marks they left on their partner later and getting turned on all over again remembering how it got there in the first place

Content: use of “sweetie” and “kitten” as pet names, maybe too much dirty talking lol, very slightly implied exhibitionism, fingering, possessive sylus

Luke's low snicker is the first thing you hear when you enter the living room of Onychinus's base. You try to ignore it, only sparing him a confused look before returning to whatever you were planning to do before the distracting sound.

Ah, that's right—you came here to grab the hair tie you left on the coffee table yesterday. But your satisfied smile at finding it is quickly wiped away the second Kieran fails to stifle a giggle.

You freeze mid-motion, arms still halfway up after gathering your hair into a messy bun, and glance over your shoulder.

Sure enough, the twins are staring at you—clearly the object of their amusement.

“What?” you ask, already bristling at the way they nudge each other in between chuckles.

Luke shrugs, bringing a hand to the absurd-looking beak of his mask, as if he's hiding a grin. “Nothing,” he sputters, not so convincingly.

Kieran doesn’t even bother trying to lie. “Looks like someone had a fun night,” he drawls.

It takes you a second to register what he means. Then you remember how sore the skin along the junction of your neck and shoulders felt this morning. It was a bit too far in the back to see in a mirror, so you didn't know the extent of what Sylus left there last night.

But now you're putting two and two together.

Heat rushes to your face, your hands flying up to cover the back of your neck, even though it’s far too late for that. Luke and Kieran's snickering fades as you leave in a huff.

With each stomp you take toward Sylus’s bedroom, your embarrassment turns to annoyance before you barge in and shut the door a little harder than intended.

Sylus barely looks up from the book he's reading by the fireplace, but you swear there's a slight tug at his lips as soon as you growl his name. It's like he knew this would happen.

You cross your arms when you stop in front of him. “Would you care to explain why Luke and Kieran were laughing, quite literally behind my back?”

He leaves you in a few seconds of suspense before his deep scarlet eyes lock onto your pouting face. “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about, sweetie,” he replies, an infuriatingly smug lilt to his voice.

The sudden, gentle push of his Evol at your lower back teeters you off balance—just enough for you to fall forward. Right as you land in Sylus’s lap, he chucks his book to the small table beside him. Now his attention is fully on you.

“Sylus,” you warn, cheeks still warm from a heady combination of mortification and the fact that you’re pressed against him now. “Just how much of a mark did you leave on me last night?”

He hums, nuzzling into your neck with a chuckle. “What’s wrong?” He plants a heated kiss to your skin, presumably atop one of the hickeys he left there. “You don’t like the gift I left for you?”

You should push him away. Really, you should. But then his teeth scrape the spot right where the faintest sting still lingers, and your pussy clenches beneath rapidly dampening cotton.

“Even after I was so meticulous with my…art.” He tuts in faux disappointment. “I assume you still haven’t taken a proper look at it.”

You gasp as he brushes his fingers over the collection of bruises he left, his finger hooking in your shirt collar to tug it a bit further down your shoulder.

At some point between his distracting touches and kisses, his phone ends up in his hand. The ‘click’ of the camera’s shutter makes you groan softly in frustration. But then he turns the screen toward you, letting your eyes land on the picture of your marked up flesh.

The bruises form a rough, messy shape, but it’s deliberate in its composition: a small line, twisting like a snake to form a bold ‘S’.

You give him a pointed look of annoyance. But arousal stirs at the sight of his initial bitten into your skin. He doesn’t miss the flash of lust in your eyes. His canines peek out between curved lips—a wicked smile that only heightens the feeling swirling in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m quite proud of it,” Sylus murmurs before locking his phone and tossing it aside. “It took a lot of restraint not to…stray from the path. You were moaning so sweetly.” His lips return to your neck, tongue flicking out to glide along the marks. “But that just meant you liked it.”

You don’t respond, but the way your hips jerk against his lap betrays you. He chuckles knowingly, dragging his hands down to your waist.

Leaning closer, he whispers in your ear, “And I think you liked getting caught.”

His fingers slowly dip beneath the stretchy waistband of your lounge shorts and then your underwear. You gasp when the rough digits graze your aching clit. But he doesn’t stop the descent until his large hand is cupping your pussy and applying gentle pressure.

“You walked around all day like this,” he whispers, pressing a kiss just below the base of your neck. “With my initial on your skin and this pretty cunt aching for me.”

You barely get out a sound before he slides two fingers inside you, curling expertly until you’re gasping into his chest.

“Are you going to let me do it again, sweetie?” he asks with all the innocence of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. “Maybe lower, this time. Somewhere they’ll never see. But you’ll feel the sting every time you sit down.”

His thumb rubs against your clit with mind-numbing pressure. Just the right amount to make you moan a bit too loudly. You whimper, rocking against his hand to take his fingers deeper, faster.

He laughs that low, breathy, too-sexy laugh that makes you grit your teeth. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he whispers. “Hm, such a desperate little thing. Something tells me you’ve been wet all day, haven’t you?”

He circles your clit a bit faster now, and your whole body shudders. His thick fingers feel like heaven when they curl and press just right. And Sylus knows exactly how you like it.

Still, he’s holding back—deliberately denying you the right push to make you fall apart.

“You need to say it properly if you want me to give it to you,” he growls, lips brushing against your ear. “Come on. Say you want more evidence of my affection for you, kitten.”

“Yes,” you whine too quickly, “yes—fuck—I want more, please.”

His lips curl into a sly grin as they trail more tender kisses against your neck. He’s gentle for now, aware of how sore this part of your body might be. But you know he’s not making empty threats. After you gush around his fingers, he’ll surely take you to bed and spend more time marking you up elsewhere.

“When I’m done,” he promises softly, “you’ll be dripping with reminders of me.”

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[abyssyby]

How will Silus react to a son who shows dragon instincts (stealing something shiny, collecting and keeping it as a treasure, etc.)?

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i think he'd be deeply amused! i have a personal headcanon that sylus actually isn't rid of his dragon form/abilities in this life, he's just more powerful and strong enough to mask them now 24/7 hehe

what throws him mostly is when the kids express their want to be like him (because of the implications of that and his own perception of himself). but their natural instincts and traits, sylus expected that and now takes it on as a challenge to hone and help with.

sylus & his family | sylus x reader | a fight between the little twins (´•̥ ᵔ •̥`) angst, fluff, family dynamics, exploring the littles' draconic traits!

Lucian is more his father's son in terms of more outward, classic draconic traits— seeking height to fly, collecting trinkets and treasures, easily allured by shiny and pretty things. Did he not have a twin to bond with (and very social older brothers), Lucian would have had trouble sharing/socializing. He can be very territorial and protective with things he thinks he is responsible for (ex. a specific dino plushie from the big twins, a spot on the couch, a blanket, Kyros).

Sylus's role with Lucian is trying to find that balance of what he can do to regulate himself as a little boy and at the same time not repress any of the inherent instincts he cannot help. He reminds him often that it's okay to act accordingly as long as he isn't malicious or mean.

"You have to choose the better choice." Sylus would say, drawing a sobbing Lucian into his embrace after a fight with Kyros. "Do you want to protect your hoard or your brother?" "But is my trinky." Lucian hiccups, pushing through sudden painful inhales. He clutches the clicky little egg toy in his hand (think bakugan), which weighs heavier with the guilt every passing second he stews in his mistake. Sylus sighs, voice low and gentle. "You yelled at Kyros." "I sorry!" "I know you are, angel." Sylus frowns. His heart aching at the confusion in Lucian's face— wondering what he did wrong, why his need to defend was a bad thing, why he was getting scolded when it was Kyros who took the toy without permission. "But you really hurt Kyros." Little fingers stop their fidgeting on the trinket. smaller, quieter, Lucian murmurs. "I not mean it..." "Papa, I feel bad here," Lucian says, taking Sylus's hand and placing it on his chest. Like he wants to puke. Like he wants to scream. Like he wants to cry his insides out. "Don't like it." Sylus holds him tightly— allowing his presence to be whatever Kyros might need at this moment. He thinks it inadequate, but what he doesn't consider is that it is infinitely more than he had before he met you. And for now, it is enough. "Maybe we say sorry to Kyros? What do you think?" "I give yellow trinky?" he is still shaky when he pitches it. clutching his precious crimson trinket to his chest. "Red one is mine. but- he can borrow. but—but this mine." "That's a start," Sylus kisses his brow. It's not a perfect bow-tied solution, but it's his own. and it's clever and kind and still Lucian. and Sylus cannot be prouder. "Let's go find your brother."

Kyros's qualities are more inert, subtle. He is still territorial and protective— just not to the extent of a Lucian-like reaction of yelling or snarling. If his little hoard is breached, he'd probably harbor a deep sense of resentment towards whoever did so. He remembers everything— the kindness, the betrayal. He trusts gradually yet deeply and isn't the easiest to ask for a second chance.

Kyros's traits manifest in him being watchful and vigilant, protecting his space and his circle more than his trinkets and treasures. He prefers being alone with the exception of his family— and yet even then, he still has moments where you'd find him wandering away from Lucian and the big twins to check on his own stuffies in another room or just rearrange some toys in his collections.

He's deeply sensory-seeking! Kyros is very sensitive to specific sounds (you and sylus humming into his temple so he feels it resonate in his skull), vestibular and tactile input (squeezy-squeezes!), scents (papa's brings the most comfort of all because of that time he was sick).

Sylus's own instincts would urge him to protect him, shelter and hide. But he knows that isn't the better choice. So instead, he teaches grounding to Kyros when his instincts tell him to float away. To hide, but always come back home.

Kyros hates loud sounds— when the karaoke mic goes wrong, when the trumpets on papa's CDs start shouting, when something falls off a shelf and makes a loud thud!. He's gotten better at reacting to them, and no longer has that instinct to cry or yell when it happens. His tantrums come from not being able to rearrange the things that get jumbled inside his head when he is startled like that. He shares that with his father— a replica of home in their mind with everything in its perfect place. But unlike him, Kyros has yet to keep his composure when it is rattled. Sylus teaches him to organize, arrange and at the same time be flexible with it. He was taught that he could grit his teeth, put his head between his knees, and count to ten until it passed. Or simply go to papa or mama when it doesn't. But this sound— this sound creates a landslide in his mind, a devastation far too great to reorganize all by himself. "Go away, Kyros!" Lucian's voice is hoarse as he yells the curse at the top of his lungs. Kyros freezes. His limbs stone and fire all at once. His vision is reduced to blurs of color as the tears build and blind him. He doesn't know what to do, and when Sylus emerges from the other room at the sound, his instinct is to run. Hide. Not be seen, perceived. Alone— where he can't be hurt. You find him in his bedroom, frozen on his bed. clenching and unclenching fists, eyes crystalline with unshed tears. "My love." you coo in sympathy, gently curling yourself around him, taking him into your arms, and placing him in the cradle of your crisscrossed legs. He lets the tears fall then, quiet still. Clinging to your warmth, your scent. Fists crumpling the soft fabric of your shirt. You don't talk, but your fingers intertwine with his, and you draw him closer to your chest as you breathe the way you want him to. Your hand squeezes his palm, the hinges and joints of his fingers, wrists, elbows, and shoulders. Then a familiar forgotten lullaby is hummed into his temple as you kiss him tenderly. When he is no longer wound, no longer rigid like scales but soft like the baby you reared, he speaks. voice small, rusted, and fragile. "I make cian mad." You nod. He did. You saw his twin crying to his papa before you raced off to find him. "I no mean it." his lip wobbles just as his words. "I just... want to see." You hum, listen to him. It's what he needs, to be heard. And when he is ready to listen to you too, you offer: "Lucian probably didn't mean it either." Kyros pouts. "He yelling at me." "But he cried too." you say, smoothing his hair, meeting his eyes. "Lucian doesn't like hurting you." His brow furrows. He knows that is true. His mind struggles, but he places each totem, each memory, and each fact back on their shelves. Just as Sylus taught him to do so. Hide, fix, then come back home. Lucian loves him. Lucian loves his clicky red dragon. Lucian lets him borrow things when he asks. "Mama, I grab the—the trinky," he confesses, fingers finding solace in playing with yours. "Is that why you think he yelled?" "A-huh." your heart corrodes in your chest at the sound of his heavy confirmation. "Cian no like grabby hands. I sorry." You smile— admiring the depths of your son's little mind palace. What you would give to be able to roam its halls and behold its many wonders. "Maybe he needs to hear that from you when you're ready, hm?" he nods. "I ready, mama."

𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

You take him to his brother, who is already on his way to him too. sylus kneels to set Lucian down, and you nudge Kyros gently. "I sorry I take—take your trinky." Kyros says first, hands behind his back both to keep himself composed and to show Lucian that he won't be a threat any longer. "Sorry I yelled loud." Lucian hiccups, still shaken at what he'd done. Haunted by how Kyros looked when he did it. He extends his hand, and upon his outstretched palm sits a yellow version of his clicky dragon-egg-ball-trinket. "This for you." Kyros's face brightens as he accepts it. And in the blink of an eye, they are holding each other in an embrace. An ancient instinct they both share, not exactly draconic, but transcending understanding. Could be cosmic. Could be creature. Could be human. But one thing is for sure, this they've inherited proudly from their parents. A woven gift, bloodied and torn, but good. This, they share. This, they treasure. This, they protect in each other— a loyal heart, a golden soul.

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thank you so, so much for sending the ask & for reading! o(╥﹏╥)

[aeyumicore]

So sad to see that you might not be writing for lnds anymore:((( But we were lucky to have you for as long as we did.

What was your favorite thing that you've ever written? For lnds or for anything else?

ahhh!! this lowkey made me kinda emotional given that i’ve been very much considering myself done with writing with writing (lads) lately.

my favorite thing that i’ve written, which is actually for lads, is the ending part of sylus’s misty invasion (lost oasis). i am very invested in sylus's lore and i very much by into the (self-indulgent) theories that he and mc were tested on together as children in the same lab, and that's how they met. maybe that's how they both got their aether cores. but some how they were separated, mc lost her memories, but sylus retained his and was further tested on.

that's what i centered this little blurb around, and the ending of lost oasis of course.

i very much teared up when i wrote this LOL idk why sylus is such a bias wrecker for me. he literally holds my heart in a chokehold.

copying it here because why not -

excerpt from sylus's misty invasion - lost oasis

The night air is brisk, sounds of ancient handbells ringing out softly as the dark sky twinkles with distant stars. A nearby bonfire rages, the sound of crackling of wood mixing with the distant chime of bells. And yet, it’s Sylus’s large body holding yours that keeps you warm against the gentle night breeze of the desert. 

The hammock the two of you cuddle in swings lazily, Sylus’s fingers languidly stroking your hair as he tells you myths of the Gods and humans that once resided in this very valley. 

“What about your world? What was your life like as a kid?”

Sylus is still as his body cradles your own, his fingers crushing the blossoms that had fallen into his palm. He hesitates for a second before saying, “Nothing special. I struggled to survive.”

Your heart clenches painfully at his words. His voice is nonchalant, yet something about his words is melancholic. Eerily wistful. 

“I never imagined that one day, we’d be sitting in a place like this. Having discussions about the world,” you whisper.

You look up to catch Sylus staring at you. For a brief second, you catch the emotions in his eyes. They’re desperate, pleading with yours. For what, you’re unsure. He quickly blinks, the cerise orbs returning to their natural state.

“Do you think we’re talking about the same world?” His voice is unbearably gentle, his words confusingly cryptic, as if edged with a double meaning that you can’t quite grasp.

“I’m not sure,” you confess softly.

There’s a brief moment of silence. You continue, “Today is when people give flowers to each other in Linkon, but…”  Your voice trails off. You gently dust off the fallen petals that’d landed on his shoulder, hand reaching to brush over his heart as you pick up a branch of the delicate flowers off his abdomen.. 

“Could those flowers bloom in this kind of soil?” You ponder aloud, holding the cluster of fallen and wilting blossoms, so different from the vibrant and thriving ones you’re familiar with in Linkon.

You glance up at Sylus again. The shadows of the palm trees above you obscure one side of his face, the other half haloed by the soft glow of the moonlight. He looks threateningly ethereal. The pools of carmine in his eyes glow as they search yours. Like earlier, they glimmer with inexplicable emotions that seem to plead with yours. Begging you for…something.

But he doesn’t speak, instead taking the cluster of wilted blossoms from your fingers. He twirls them in his fingertips, inspecting them carefully. He strokes the browning petals, a strange look of nostalgia flickering across his face. 

You don’t understand, but you reach out for his hand, squeezing his fingers in yours. He squeezes you back, still looking mournfully at the flowers in his fingertips, almost as if remembering a painful memory. 

Finally, Sylus turns to you. His smile is devastatingly beautiful and tragic all at once, his finger moving to tuck the loose strands of hair behind your ear.  His piercing red eyes bore straight into your soul, the faint luminosity of his Aether core beating behind them.

“I’ve seen far more beautiful flowers bloom in this desert.”

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[pigeonstab]

Wait! If you are an Ink variant (short of) then its means you are soulless? How that feels like?

L i a r

[somegrumpynerd]

Who is your fav sans 👀??

I feel like I have a bit of a niche lol

I do really like Nightmare, I think there's a lot to play with when it comes to him. He's probably my favourite to bounce around in my mind like a ball and make situations with, but I also really like Killer and Cross. They're both just so cool and fun to look at and read about, so I have a top 3 at least lol

[what-have-i-unleashed]

You showed up just because of killer's birthday, but i only saw you reblogging fanarts of murder sans 🙄🙄

ok then no killer fic today then 😒😒😒

[orangeeeeeeel]