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MASTERLIST
18+ | She/Her They/Them
This blog isn't necessarily 18+, but I am an adult and I might reblog or create NSFW content, so please be aware of that.
Tags: Parenthood - ☆ | NSFW - ♡
Allegations
Dad!Sylus x Mom!Reader
Note: misunderstanding trope, also, this is not how it happens in real life, but this is supposed to be a crack fic sooo
"Thank you for coming to see me in such a short notice, Mr. and Mrs. Qin," your daughter's elementary school teacher said, sitting in the desk in front of you two.
"Of course!" you exclaimed, but at the sound of silence from your husband, you elbowed him slightly, only for him to return a grunt.
After a call from your daughter's teacher, you ran over as fast as you could. While you were the image of concern, your husband, unfortunately, was still in the "my daughter can do no wrong" phase, and came to the parent-teacher meeting with a sour attitude, his leather jacket, and arms crossed while he sat in the tiny chair in front of her desk.
In order to keep your daughter humble despite her father's spoiling, you had to be the strong front here.
"You see," she started out, "your daughter said something very concerning..." Her eyes darted from you to your husband.
"She isn't getting bullied, is she?" you worriedly blurted out. Your mind raced at a thoughts thoughts per minute. You didn't think you were vindictive, but if something happened to your baby, you would go scorched earth.
"What? Oh, oh no," she replied, shaking her head.
"She..." you started out slowly. "She isn't the bully...is she?" Sylus scoffed at your side, causing you to shoot him a glare that immediately shut him up.
You knew that your daughter was a very sweet girl, but you also knew that with Sylus as her father...she was used to getting her way, and with her boxing training, you knew that she could be a bit...rougher than others.
"Well—" the teacher started out while you grimaced. "She is very, very sweet with the girls in the class. She's extremely friendly with them, always sharing her school supplies and food with them, and they all seem to love her back. The boys...however..."
Sylus raised an eyebrow.
"I'll be very frank with you. She treats the boys in the class like servants. While she's very kind to the girls, she's very direct and assertive with the boys, and she has them carrying her water bottle and lunch pail, open the door, and pull out her chair for her."
Your jaw dropped—Every time you asked her how school was, she never bothered to mention this!
Sure, her dad always opened the car door for her, carried her backpack to and from pickup and drop off, and the twins called her "little boss," but you never thought she thought that was just how the world worked!
"And they let her?!" you said, aghast.
"Some of them have a crush on her, I believe—" You held Sylus from the back of his jacket once he straightened. "So I think that's why they let her boss them around. This shouldn't be encouraged. Once I saw this behavior, I pulled her aside to privately tell her that that wasn't appropriate, and she said her older brothers—"
Your jaw dropped even more. The twins?!
"Told her that if the boys in her class protested and wouldn't do her bidding anymore, like her mom to her dad, she should 'roughen them up,' 'use force,' and—I'm not even sure why she knows this phrase, and I had to decipher it when she told me because she clearly didn't know the words, she should 'whip him into submission.'"
"HUH?" you shouted, but Sylus burst out laughing beside you. Once he realized that this meeting wasn't about criticizing his sweet little dove anymore, his mood did a 180.
She was telling people you "whipped her father into submission"?! That you "roughen him up"?!
"Of course, you can see that this is highly concerning, and as a mandated reporter—"
"Sylus!" you shouted against his laughs. "Qin Che!" Oh, he knew you were serious when you pulled out his government name, but that made him lose his breath even more. "This isn't funny! Your daughter is going out there saying that I—I beat my husband or something!"
"Oh, I like it when you do though," Sylus cooed, putting his hand behind your tiny plastic chair.
"And I can't believe the twins taught her that—! Stop laughing and listen to me!"
The teacher's eyes widened when the situation became clear before her, and her face became more and more pink by the second.
"Don't worry," Sylus smirked toward the poor woman. "My wife may beat me, but," his smile grew wider as he leaned in as if he wanted to kiss you. Your head whipped around at the slander, jaw to the floor. "I let her."
Face aflame, you pushed his face back before his lips could connect with yours. In front of the teacher no less! You didn't want to make out in front of your daughter’s teacher!
"C'mon, I know you can hit me harder than that, sweetie."
Smooch
rosy hues (close up bc the low quality of sm🥲)
"You've already used your favorite wine glass. You're not going to taste it?"
"Good girl."
Happy aprilus🫶🏻🐦⬛
bday boy🥹🐦⬛
older sylus (and younger sylus hc why bkt both)
i really adore the way you write sylus!
Aw!! Thank you!! He's very fun to write because he's such a ragebaiter
He annoys me so much 💖
Late Night Cravings
Warnings: pregnancy, how spoiled can the reader be
My thought process for the baby's nickname: Sylus > Dragon > Dragons lay eggs > Omelette
"My dragon..." your raspy, groggy called out from under the sheets. Sylus paused, turning his head to your shared bed.
Although he was slowly fixing his sleep schedule in order to lay with you regularly, tonight he was pulled away to attend to business and you fell asleep with the other half of the bed empty and cold. He had only stepped into your shared bedroom to use the en suite bathroom when—
Walking to the side of your bed, his fingers brushed the sliver of skin that slipped above the covers. Bending over until you could feel the rumble of his voice on the shell of your ear, he said, "Did I wake you?"
"It's our little omelette..." you grumbled, pushing aside the covers, revealing your exhausted eyes and messy hair from tossing and turning. "She keeps on moving around..."
Your husband was a giant, so did you really think that he would be giving you anything but big, heavy babies? Even in your pile of different maternity pillows and your custom-made mattress, it did little to help when your daughter was kicking around inside and pressing on your organs.
"Do you need help going to the bathroom?" Whenever your daughter was fussy like this, it was common that she would soon press down on your bladder. Or perhaps, he should pull your rocking chair closer?
"No..." Throwing up your biggest puppy-dog eyes, even though it was nearly three in the morning, you asked, "Sy...can you order malatang for me? Our little omelette demands it."
An amused huff escaped his lips. Oh, it was another one of those nights.
Being the night owl that he was, the second you told him the news, he was already chomping at the bit to serve you any crazy concoction you wanted at all dead hours of the night. More proof he was your perfect partner. Who else would be better at getting you pickles and peanut butter at 3 A.M.?
"If you want something from me, you should just take it," he muttered. Turning on the bedside lamp so you didn't strain your eyes, he grabbed your phone on the nightstand and passed it to you. It already had his credit card preloaded, of course. "Here. Order and go back to sleep. I'll wake you up when the delivery—"
"Nooooo....!" you whined pitifully, rolling away as much as you could with a giant belly and flailing in your California King bed. Sylus thought you looked too much like a cat jerking around to catch a toy at the end of a stick.
When you ordered malatang for delivery, they always did a set weight of each item. If you ordered noodles over the ordering app, they would add too much, and it would get mushy and bloated fast. If you asked for potatoes, too much, and it would get your broth all starchy. And for some reason, they never took you seriously when you asked for it to be extra, extra spicy. Your daughter was going to be fire-breathing, I'm telling you!
"Sylus..." you begged. "Only you know how I like it... Can you go out and get it?"
The big, bad leader of Onychinus was currently on call for a business deal that would cost millions of diamonds, and you wanted to pull him away so he could rush to the malatang restaurant and make you your bowl exactly how you wanted it?
Well, it was a good thing everyone in his inner circle knew who the real leader was.
He pretended to look contemplative, leaning down even closer until his chin nearly rested on the bed.
"Hm..." His red eyes flashed in amusement toward you and that stupid smirk appeared on his face again. "What do we say?"
"I'm hungry," you deadpanned. Was he seriously going to do this to you right now?
You were constantly hungry in the middle of the night because of the little demon he put in your stomach.
"Your husband is about to face the cold night alone, to feed his beautiful wife, and you won't give him any affection?"
You exhaled irritably. God, he was so annoying!!
"Please...?" you asked.
"And?"
"I love you," you said sweetly.
Looking like the cat that caught the canary, he stood up straight, but not before he patted your hair. "Omelette," he said to your stomach. "Stop bothering your mom and get some rest. You'll feel better after I come back soon with your food." Oh, what a provider your dragon was, giving you fresh and hot malatang at your beck and call.
"And, Sy?" you asked before he left the room. "After your morning workout later, can you go to the deli and get me a focaccia sandwich with tomatoes, pesto, and burrata?"
"Are you sure you don't want to wake up in the morning and let me know then, in case you change your mind?" Sylus had been through this before.
"I'm definitely sure!" You shook your head. "I know for sure that I'll want my focaccia sandwich in the morning!"
You won't.
Oh, it was a good thing you were so cute.
"Alright." A soft smile appeared on his lips. Who was he to argue? Whatever you wanted, you got it. And whatever your little egg wanted inside your belly, he knew he was already going to to wait on her hand and foot as well.
"And remember to get the pasteurized burrata!" you called out once more as he was walking away. "For our omelette!"
"Go back to sleep, kitten," he repeated after he closed the door behind him. "Everything you want will be here when you wake up."
You (jokingly) threaten Sylus with divorce, but he knows your souls are tied, so he's not worried.
"You'd ignore your husband for half a day," a smooth voice called above you, "just because he drank your last yogurt cup?"
Huffing and crossing your arms, you turned away from the figure that stood beside you. "Ex-husband," you said curtly.
"Oh?" Your eyes were closed, you felt his presence beside you anyway, radiating heat and pressure. Cracking your eyelids open a smidge, you saw one muscular arm pressed against the wall in front of you, caging you into the couch where you sat. The other grabbed the hand that were popping out of your crossed arms. He began rubbing your fingers with his thumb, but you had to stay strong.
"Do you think I deserve this punishment, kitten? You want to rip my life apart?" he asked. Silence. "Why don't you serve me with the papers then?" Yanking your hand, you stifled the yelp from your mouth when he pulled you close. "You will take everything in the divorce, and leave me in ruin."
Although he spoke of his demise, he held you as if his arms were iron.
"I'll have nothing except my name, not even half of my soul, is my kitten so cruel?" he'd ask.
"...Would my ex-husband be so stupid as to hand everything to me?" you muttered back. It was true you two didn't sign a prenuptial, but there was never a thought in your mind that you would take everything in a divorce. You made good money on your own and you knew you could live well without his.
"Hand it to you?" he repeated. You tried to yank your hand away, but he held on fast, linking his fingers with yours. "You already have everything. The second we went to the registration office and signed our names on that paper, everything that was mine became yours. I have nothing without you."
You held your breath. You didn't want to comment on how hot your face was becoming or how heated your heart was at his confession.
His empire, everything he had worked for, the riches he had accumulated. What was the point of that without him?
"...Then I should've written in that marriage contract for every snack you eat of mine, you should buy me at least three more."
A chuckle and that stupid smirk appeared on his face again.
"Is that all it takes for you to not throw me away?" Amusement filled his red eyes.
"Give me back my yogurt cup and I'll think about it," you said, cupping his face with both hands.
Reasons why Sylus's (teen) daughter can never have friends over
Warnings for a teen being a teen.
Sylus's daughter has the nicest house(s) of all her friends.
Not that her friends have shabby houses by any means, especially after Sylus put her in that fancy high school.
Nor was it because her parents didn't let her. As the only daughter to a passionate Girl Dad, Sylus gave her anything and everything she has ever wanted.
It wasn't to hide her father's "lucrative fruit business" either.
And you two knew how to host. Whenever you had Ladies Brunch with your friends such as Tara, Jenna, and Simone, you went all out and ordered expansive catering, decorated until your house resembled a fairy tale, and kicked out every man in the house: Sylus, Mephisto, the twins, and even every male cat for equality.
No, it was because you two were so embarrassing!
She made the mistake of bringing over friends once. Then her dad tapped her mom's ass in front of all her friends, just out of habit! You smacked his shoulder and scolded him then, just for you to grab his butt a couple hours later, purely on instinct.
It got to the point where her friends would remark that they're "surprised she's an only child." What's that supposed to mean?!
Her dad would surely wear those hot pink Hello Kitty or Grumpy Crow pajama pants that she got him as a gift, just to embarrass her!
Her parents had the typical pictures all around the house, both printed in small sizes and some life-sized, of their normal (if not lavish), romantic cathedral wedding.
But in the other wedding photos, with her father driving and your long veil blowing in the wind, you both were posing and riding a custom-made motorcycle, with white paint and black embellishments that matched your dress, your name and his, your wedding date, and "Just Hitched!" engraved on the side. How cringy!
That motorcycle still sat as one of her father's prized possessions in the garage. He would only pull it out during anniversaries or special occasions.
It was already embarrassing enough that whenever she or her friends needed a ride somewhere, he'd always bring the car that she plastered in stickers when she was a kid.
Her father had many motorcycles and many fancy cars, but it adds insult to injury that he would only pick her up from school in the motorcycle that she scratched, "I love papa!" and two stick figures that resembled them on the metal when she was basically a baby.
Her dad likes to sing (and horrifyingly, many people have told her that she has his voice), and that's bad enough, but to "keep with the times" he likes to follow her mom around, singing the newest pop song to her.
"Maybe it's all in my head," he'd sing in that gravely voice, trailing after you when you were just trying to make dinner, "But I bet we'd have really good bed chem~"
Blegh!!!
There were eyes and ears and crows everywhere. Her friends would talk about their personal drama while they were by the pool, and the next thing she knew, her parents were also talking about her lesbian friend who had a girlfriend, but gasp, suddenly that girlfriend was...pregnant?!
Her parents love watching trashy reality shows in their gigantic living room, which was fine, but at particularly juicy scenes, Sylus would do the Asian dad thing and fall asleep halfway, snoring like a railway in the middle of the house for everyone to see, surrounded by the sea of plushies on the couch.
Not to mention the times her mom threatens to kill her dad when he really pisses you off 💀 but instead of being scared or freaked out, her dad only smirks wider, getting closer to your gun or knife even though it presses closer to his heart. Don't save him. He's exactly where he wants to be.
Everyone asks her, why not just wait for her parents to go out of town, then she can invite people over?
For all the whining and complaining she just did...she's still your baby!
Every time her parents go out of town for vacation or for her papa's work, she wants to go too!
She might be a dismissive, annoyed teen, but she loves every second of going out with her parents, shopping or lounging with her mama, and eating delicious meals with her family, so every time her parents are out of the house for long, there's a high chance you are all together as a close-knit family.
Also her friends think her parents are hot. 🤢🤢 So she's determined to keep everyone away.
The first time he saw his daughter 🩷 I’ve wanted to draw this moment for so long 🥹
PS. I headcanon that he probably cried when he first met his daughter
Styling
Wip💓
Up for a joyride with Dada?
Im def fully rendering this
Nosy
Sylus x Reader
Sylus pissed you off that morning. His constant teasing and rage-baiting got on your nerves again, and like the fussy kitten you were, after snarling and snapping at him, you turned your nose up and started the silent treatment.
Even after he returned to your apartment after his morning workout, you look one frosty look at him, and turned back to your book and your breakfast as if he wasn't there.
But he knew your weakness and the thing that would get you to break.
"Your neighbor Edward got a food delivery this morning."
You didn't show anything on your face, but you were clearly listening. This was the tactic he was going with? Hmph, quite different than his previous plan of attack whenever you were angry with him: buying everything in your cart, getting on his knees in front of you, or letting you physically manhandle him if he really pissed you off.
Also, who cares about your neighbor? Although—a bit early for food delivery, don't you think?
"Your neighbor said he didn't order anything though, and his girlfriend came out to say she didn't order anything either."
He stood above you, enough to eclipse the morning sun that came from your window, but despite the shade over you, you continued on as if you didn't hear nor see him, too busy thinking about what was the most passive-aggressive way to tell him that he would be sleeping on the floor tonight.
"So the delivery guy said the name on the order..." You raised a brow. "And it was Mia—"
Your eyes flew open dramatically, completely dropping your book to look at him. "No—!"
"So Edward's little girlfriend said, 'Your ex?'" His smirk grew as he had you hook, line, and sinker.
Standing up to be nearly chest to chest with Sylus, you gasped.
"No way!" you said dramatically. "He told me that was his cousin!" Red eyes flashed in amusement, and he wrapped an arm around your waist easily as the gossip flowed out of your mouth.
"I knew it! I knew something was strange! Ugh, it has to be like my girl-code senses or something! I knew something was off when I saw them together! His girlfriend goes to work at that time, but I saw him with that other girl, and thought, 'Oh, that's weird—' and so I walked up to them to try and dig more, and introduced myself, he said they're cousins! UGH! All men suck!"
They were your neighbors and Sylus never really bothered to socialize with them, but he knew from the start that the neighbor's devotion was weak, and Sylus viewed him as a pathetic man as a result. Hmph, if your neighbor really loved his girlfriend, he wouldn't walk ahead of her as she carried all of the groceries, or close the door after himself, like what he has seen multiple times.
If he really loved her, he'd let her shoot him or stab him the chest a few times, then take her to an auction to spend all of his money.
"And guess what?" his smooth voice added, the mirth in his tone apparent.
"What?" you whispered, eager for more gossip.
"Mephisto tells me they're on the balcony right now."
Shooting him a side-eye, you wasted no time in grabbing his hand and rushing to your apartment balcony.
True enough, you didn't even have to open the sliding door to hear their loud argument, but because you and Sylus were so nosy, you did so anyway, popping your heads out to watch them for good measure.
"C'mon, babe, I'm sure it's because her name was just in my old account somewhere—Look! You're bothering the neighbors!" Your balcony was tiny, and Sylus took almost two-thirds of the space. It was impossible to miss him, your little head peaking out behind your white curtain, and even the little crow on your railing while you were all snooping. "Let's just take this inside, calm down and we can talk about it."
"What happened?" you gasped innocently, acting as if you and Sylus weren't just gossiping about it mere seconds before. "Are you okay?"
His girlfriend whipped around in a fury and shouted your name. "Tell me! Have you seen him with a girl with red hair—?"
"Babe, you're acting crazy right now! Why would she even see her here—?"
"Girl! He told me she was his damn cousin!" you spilled.
You clapped your hand around Sylus's mouth to hide his chuckle when a loud slap! sound rang across your apartment complex.