A/N: I’ve been missing Luke and Kieran a lot in fanfics, and thinking back on everything that happened, I can’t help but imagine a very chaotic crow family.
“Have you seen that? Boss is wearing a ring.” Luke shoved the door shut with his foot, balancing a bowl of popcorn, eyes flicking toward Kieran on the couch.
“So what?” Kieran muttered, thumbs tight on the controller as the soundtrack of Silent Hilt groaned through the speakers. “He always has some shiny jewelry on him.”
Luke flopped down beside him. “Mhm. But Miss Hunter is wearing one too. Very one-two, very matching.” He shoved a handful of popcorn in his mouth. “Saw it earlier. Right after they were shamelessly making out on the kitchen counter again. Geez. They should get a room.”
Kieran’s character screamed on-screen as he fumbled the controller. “Gross. Why do you give me that mental image every damn time? We’ve already heard them, that’s enough—” He shivered. “We should move to another floor.”
Luke snorted when Kieran’s character died. “I like my room.”
“Then get used to hearing them all the time.” Kieran dropped the controller and gave him a look. “So what’s with the ring thing, anyway?”
Luke snatched the controller out of Kieran’s hands, stuffing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. “Move over. You suck at this.” His words came out muffled. “Anyway, they got matching rings. Then they went on vacation...” Kieran tilted his head, mask tugged down just enough for him to scratch at his nose with something he’d just picked out. “Almost adopted a bird. We even joked about being big brothers on social media. Don’t you remember?”
Kieran snorted, flopping sideways against the couch. “Yeah, that was funny.”
Luke narrowed his eyes at the screen, leaning forward. “But… what if—hear me out—we have a mini-boss in a year?
Kieran snapped upright. “What the hell do you mean?!”
Luke shrugged. “Y’know. That’s how babies work, right? You… kiss a lot, then bam—baby. I dunno how long babies take to, y’know, come out, but…”
Kieran shot upright. “Luke. Stop. You’ve been watching too many dramas again.”
“Noooh...” Luke dragged out the denial just as his character died in the exact same spot Kieran had. He groaned, tossing the controller on the couch. “But seriously. Could it be that Boss married Miss Hunter?”
Kieran’s jaw dropped behind his mask. “Luke. We need to investigate this.”
“Eh? Why?”
Kieran’s eyes went wide. “Luke. If they married, then…” He leaned in, lowering his voice like it was some government secret. “…the baby clock has started.”
Luke’s face twisted. “Baby clock?!”
“Yeah,” Kieran whispered urgently. “Once you marry, the baby countdown begins. Everyone knows that.”
Luke sat back, popcorn falling out of his hand. “…So we’re doomed?”
Kieran nodded gravely. “No more cookies. All resources will be rerouted to the mini-boss. This room. Will turn in to a nursing room.”
The twin started their mission of finding out if you are pregnant. It started small.
Luke tossed a pickle jar onto the counter in front of you “Snack?”
You blinked. “It’s nine in the morning.”
“Yeah, but, uh… you never know when you might crave something salty.” He grinned way too wide.
Kieran slid in beside him, holding a slice of cake with hot sauce drizzled over it. “Or sweet. Or spicy. Or both.”
“…Are you two okay?”
“Perfectly normal,” they chorused.
Days later, when you got a stomach bug and stayed in bed, Luke barged into the gaming room pale as a sheet. “She threw up.”
Kieran dropped his controller. “Morning sickness. Check.”
Luke paced, muttering. “Okay, okay—next step. Do we buy diapers? Do we need, like, a baby cage? Or a helmet? Babies fall a lot, right?”
Kieran nodded seriously. “We should probably baby-proof the kitchen. Hide the knives. Maybe the toaster, too. Toasters are dangerous.”
For days they spied. Hovering whenever you ate, scribbling fake notes like detectives. Whispering about “symptoms.” Making sure you didn’t lift anything heavier than a spoon.
Mephisto perched on Luke shoulder, tilting his head. “Caw.”
“See?” Luke whispered. “Even the bird knows.”
“Building a nest,” Kieran nodded solemnly.
Luke frowned. “…Isn’t that a bird thing?”
“Caw caw.”
“…Alright, uh…” Luke pulled out his phone. “Google: baby nest. Let’s see what we find.”
For days, Sylus had watched them whispering in corners, scurrying around with notebooks, shoving strange food at you. By the end of the week, he’d had enough.
He slammed the office door shut, making all three culprits sit down on the sofa. “What the hell are you three troublemakers doing?” His voice was low, dangerous. Mephisto squawked guiltily.
“Yes, you too,” Sylus snapped, pointing at the bird.
Luke and Kieran exchanged panicked looks.
“I want the truth. Now.” Sylus’s eyes burned into them, his patience stretched thinner than glass.
Kieran opened his mouth. “Em—”
But before he could finish, the door burst open. You practically flew into the room, eyes shining, breathless from running.
“I made it!” you laughed, throwing your arms around Sylus.
His expression softened instantly. “Really? Sweetie, that’s amazing.” He kissed you without hesitation, hands firm on your waist. “We should celebrate this.”
Luke and Kieran gasped, eyes flooding with tears. Then they erupted.
“CONGRATULATIONS, YOU TWO!” Luke cheered, voice cracking.
“A MINI-BOSS IS COMING!” Kieran howled, by the tone of his voice you can't say if he is happy or sad.
“CAW! CAW!” Mephisto screamed, flapping wildly.
Sylus froze mid-kiss, pulling back just enough to glare at them. “…What?”
Luke wiped his eyes dramatically. “We knew it. The rings. The vacation. The morning sickness. We have already prepared a nest.”
“A year, maybe less, before the baby spawns,” Kieran said gravely, nodding.
You blinked, completely lost. “…Baby?”
Sylus dragged a hand down his face. “For fuck’s sake—she’s talking about passing her Hunter trial, you idiots.”
The twins stared.
“…Wait. No mini-boss?” Luke whispered, betrayed.
Mephisto tilted his head. “Caw?”
Luke and Kieran froze, jaws dropping.
“Hunter trial?” Kieran whispered. “That’s just code for pregnancy.”
“Obviously,” Luke agreed. “Like, why else would Boss look so proud?!”
You turned slowly toward Sylus, eyebrows raised. “…Didn’t you have the father–son talk with them?”
Sylus pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezing shut. “Don’t start, Sweetie.”
“Sylus…” you pressed, a grin breaking over your face.
He sighed, long and suffering. “We are not having a baby." He looks over you, holding back and sighing. "Not… yet.” His voice was careful, measured.
You giggled, stepping back with your hands up. “Oh, no. This one’s on you. You should’ve given them the talk a long time ago.”
Both twins perked up instantly, like overgrown kids caught snooping.
“The talk?” Luke asked. Kieran leaned forward.
Sylus groaned, sinking into his chair, looking like a man condemned. “Sit. Down.”
They scrambled into the chairs opposite him, Mephisto hopping up on the desk. You leaned against the wall, arms crossed, highly entertained.
Sylus dragged a hand through his hair, glaring at the ceiling like he wished it would collapse on him. “…Alright. Fine. Let’s start with how babies actually happen—”
Luke immediately raised his hand. “Two person needs to kiss a lot.” Kieran nodded seriously. Mephisto flapped.
Sylus’s eye twitched. “This is going to be hard...”
I know similar themed drawings have been done before but- man. Jiang Cheng just makes me so sad sometimes. He was so young when everything went down I still kinda want to reach out and give him a hug and tell him that things will work out eventually.
And we're officially past the first week of inktober. It's- it's rough out there. The brain is starting to run dry.
*Sylus talking about you to a someone*
Sylus: She's... she's like a candle
Person: Aww because she's warm?
Sylus: Kind of. She lights up the room, she melts my heart...
Person: awwww-
Sylus: and if I leave her unattended for too long she will burn down my home and cause irrevocable damage.
Person: ....
Sylus: She's magnificent.
Just as I'd noticed Sy's dialogue was different from the other men in their wedding cards, his dialogue was different in his wedding call as well
Zayne: "I want to ask you an important question in person today"
Caleb: "There's something more important I want to ask you about in person"
Xavier: "I have a very important question"
and Rafayel: "I have an important question I want to ask"
Just like in their wedding cards, they all note their desire to mc in the form of a question
Sylus however
In his wedding call he didn't say he had something important to ask mc
He said TELL
"I have something very important to tell you in person"
Tell. Not ask.
Once again I feel like this very much reflects Sylusmc's dynamic. Just like in his wedding card, he didn't ask mc for more memories, he outright said "I want more memories of us"
Sylus is greedy. He knows what he wants when it comes to mc and he's not afraid to tell her. Of course he'll always give her a choice, he's not demanding or controlling. But I love that he's so open with his greediness. There's never any doubt when it comes to her, and there's no mistaking what he wants🩷🩷
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