Another funny thing about the SMAUs: Mephisto the willing accomplice!! đđ
HEAOIJDOISW he's their telephone fr!! đđ
"pisto, what it say?" lucian would wonder, staring at a long message from papa's phone. letters and numbers evenly spaced and curated, but making no sense to the three year old.
mephisto flutters down from his perch and lands on the baby's head, ruffling hair and tickling ears as he beats his wings to a stop. his beak opens, and out comes his voiceâ mellow, slightly flat (sylus is working on that), but clearâ "Mission Report Seven-Three-Six. Correspondence: Crow Oh-Six..."
lucian frowns. "top. next."
"Text from: Ao. The aethercore parts areâ"
lucian yawns. "next."
"Text from: Beloved."
"ah, that's mama!"
"Lucian is not getting that snake."
lucian gasps. "no! what papa say?"
"Sent: You're no fun."
lucian nods as if he were part of the conversation. "a'mama say yes?"
mephisto shakes his head.
a new text pops up in the thread, and lucian's eyes light up. "pisto! read, read!"
"Text from: Beloved. Lucian, stop reading your father's messages."
"how you know!!" he screeches into the phone. glancing around in horror, trying to spot you creeping up on him from the corners of the room.
"Text from: Beloved. I'm your mother. I know everything."
lucian gapes at his traitorous accomplice and shakes him off his head. "noo, pisto!!"
Mephisto squawks apologetically, nuzzles the boy's cheek in good nature and flies off. Just in time to herald sylus's entrance, who picks up both his phone and his squirming son in his arms to take him to meet your judgement.
the kids love their enabler uncle valko đŠđđ§đŞ
i just think valko would love being friends with sylus & sylus also holds him in high regard he just isnât as open to sharing those thoughts with him đ good thing kyros & lucian are the openest books in the world
pulled out from a private auction to discuss eoncore trades with onychinus, valko was not prepared to meet the infamous sylus with two toddlers clinging to his pant legs.
theyâd done dealings before, and are on relatively good termsâ the standard being: having had no major war between their factions and menâ but he cannot still understand the inner workings of his business partner.
because when sylus leaves the room to answer a phone call, he wonders why in this planet would he leave his two children, vulnerable and defenseless, alone with a stranger.
valko worries for the childrenâs safety. especially this one named lucian, who balances himself on the edge of the seatâs headrest.
âyouâll fall.â he states, because it is a fact.
âno, wonât.â the sharply dressed little one replies just as assuredly. his new suit squeaks and threads strain under the unusual movements.
the other one, identical in features but not in behavior, sits on the very seat just below his brother. if lucian falls, lucian-two will be squished.
he is used to this, he tells himself.
watching pups in the pack play rough never bothered him, as it is a natural part of growth. essential for development. necessary for success. he used to believe that other children would benefit from the way a wolf is raised.
and yet, here he is at the edge of his seatâ nails digging into the poor armrests as lucian wavers and wobbles on the beam, threatening the false sense of safety of his twin, who would not speak to him, and most definitely would not appreciate him moving him.
ready to leap and catch, should a wrong step emerge victorious.
even if he were to fall, valko should think not to worry.
as these ones smell different.
milk, blueberries, sweet cereal and cream. but beneath, fire and smoke, a distant field, a buried memory.
surely, they would be like their father. formidable, indestructible. too large to touch, too mythical to fathom.
the twin blinks sleepily at him. still refusing to speak. head lolling forward, out of his control.
surelyâŚ
âah!â lucianâs foot slips. valko lurches.
lucian is snatched from his momentary free fall, and cradled into safe arms.
valkoâs tongue knows no cage. âtold you.â
lucianâs knows no manners, but sticks his tongue out at him cheekily. âbleh!â
valko tilts his head. amused.
âwoosian,â finally, his twin speaks. peeking over the edge of the armrest to look at them. âbe nice.â
âam nice!â lucian protests. in support valko grins and tickles his belly.
âhe is.â
the little one gasps when he is acknowledged and bends his head back down to hide away.
âcome on, little hatchling, i donât bite.â valko says, placing lucian on his shoulder and leaning over to kyros slowly. âmy name is valko.â
he places a finger on the upholstery, an olive branch.
the little one shifts on his knees and stares at the bejeweled handâ big, strong but not unsettling. slowly, he emerges and places his own fingers around it and shakes. âi kee-wo.â
âkeewo?â valkoâs chest blooms at the first sign of trust. something ancient and instinctive stirring in him that tells him now he must protect.
âno, kee-wo!â
âkee-ro?â valko tries again.
confirmation never comes.
âwhy have eews?â kyros asks instead. now having broken the wall, he begins to quickly forget he was even shy in the first place. he hovers his hands over his own head, where he sees the faint glow of phantom ears on this strangerâs head. âvakoo, why have eews?â
âyou can see them?â he should worry. but he smiles broadly, fangs glimmering in delight. he made sure to use most of his active efforts to hide his true form when in public. and up until this point, he believed that he had a pretty good talent at looking unremarkable.
âee-yors?â lucian scrambles in his arms, climbing a sturdy shoulder to get a closer look. âwhere, ee-yors?â
âmhm,â kyros stands on the chair now. he swishes his hips in a cute wiggle to visualize, âand taiwâ wish wish.â
âlike fox?!â lucian climbs and crawls over his new friend as if he were magnetic.
âhey!â valko yelps when the little ones circle him. one inspecting his tail closely while the other desperately tries to find it. âslow down! careful!â
he pauses his shuffling to watch kyros sniffing him. so⌠wolf-like and yet not.
intrigued, he asks. âwhat do you got?â
kyros sniffs the air in small snortsâ like heâs congested but taking everything in still. âwoofy.â
valkoâs eyes widen at the simple conclusion. brows pinching, he thinks: these children are definitely different.
âah! gotcha!â lucian squeals when he finally spots the faint glimmer of his tail. in an instant, the once hatchling transforms into a kitten, chasing a tail that refuses to be caught.
valko, contrary to the look on his face, revels in the discovery of other creatures that lurk in the dark. and that these very creatures, so different and yet so similar, can also thrive in the light.
he doesnât know of the little onesâ evols, nor does he understand how they can see him as he truly is.
but the longer lucian lingers and scrambles to catch his tail or pet his earsâ the more kyros sinks into the comfort of his presence and beams at the joy of his interactions; glows with a golden mist that brings clarity to illusionâ the more certain small horns and wings begin to take form in their silhouettes.
and he understands now, that their father never left them defenseless in the first place.
You're in bed with a book, deliberately not looking at Valko when he slinked into your room ten minutes ago because you know what he did this afternoon and you are still mad about it.
"What do you think you're doing?" You've been ignoring him all day but it was hard forcing yourself to focus on the words on the page when a 6'2" wolf man is rolling around in your laundry, trying to get your attention.
Valko stops half roll, tangled in your pile of clothes, "Reading like you."
"You're lying on my clothes."
"I am not lying on your clothes," he says while very obviously lying on your clothes.
"Please go away, i don't want to start a fight." You don't have the energy to do this right now.
"I'm not trying to start one." His fluffy ears pricks up which successfully indicated you he isn't giving up. "This is just how scent marking works in our pack."
You want to drop him off at the abandoned pet shelter. "You're so immature."
His ears drop. "Okay, fine. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have scared away the dog.â
"You scared off Tara's dog in her own backyard.â
âI didn't do anything. I just stood there when I should've bitten him instead.â He says the last part under his breath.
"He was shaking, Val.â
"I got jealous, okay?" His tail droops and ears turn flat. "You were petting him."
"That's not a reason to scare a golden retriever half to death."
"It felt like a very good reason at the time.â
You give him your deadliest glare, the one that would normally scare off any normal person but he's Valko and he's not normal, so he takes it as an invitation instead and crawls on the bed, dropping his head into your lap. âUgh. Fine, i will apologise to her and her dog.â
âGood boy.â
âOkay then pet this good boy.â
You pinch his nose, and his teeth follow your finger to bite in protest but he melts immediately the second your fingers move to scratch behind his ear, his tail wrapping around your ankle possessively as he hums in satisfaction.
The bedroom was painfully quiet. Not because there wasn't any sound. There was, The soft zip of a duffel bag. The rustle of neatly folded clothes. The faint clink of metal as chargers, keys, and other necessities disappeared one by one into carefully packed luggages. But because the silence between the two of you was deafening.
You sat quietly on the edge of the bed, your hands folded tightly in your lap. Your eyes never left Valko. His back faced you as he moved around the room. His bright red hair caught the afternoon light pouring through the curtains, glowing almost warmly despite how cold everything felt. Every now and then, he'd hum under his breath, a habit of his whenever he was concentrating. It was the same absentminded tune he'd hum while cooking, while working, while clinging to you from behind because he decided personal space was a nonexistent. And normally, it would've made you smile.
But today only made your chest ache as you watched him fold another shirt, then another. Every item he packed felt like another reminder that he was leaving.
Your vision blurred and you blinked rapidly. No. Don't cry. Not yet. He still hadn't turned around. So you bit your lip so hard it almost hurt. A tear slipped down anyway. Then another. You hurriedly wiped them away with the sleeve of your sweater before more could follow, lowering your head so he wouldn't notice.
He kept packing. Completely unaware. "...Love?" His voice was gentle. "So sorry, could you hand me the things on the counter?" You inhaled sharply. "Okay." Your voice came out embarrassingly small. You stood up anyway, quickly dragging the heels of your palms beneath your eyes before walking toward the counter. His watch. Wallet. His glasses. You gathered everything carefully. Another shaky breath. Don't cry. Please don't cry.
You walked back over, stopping just behind him. He still hadn't turned around. "...Here." You held the items out. He reached back without looking then his fingers brushed yours. And instead of taking the things. His hand wrapped around your wrist. Your breath caught and before you could react, he tugged. A soft yelp escaped you as your body stumbled forward. Straight into him. The items nearly slipped from your hands. His arms were already around you, strong, warm, secure.
He buried his face against your shoulder, holding you so tightly it almost hurt. "...I know." Two words. That was all it took and something inside you shattered. A broken sob ripped from your throat before you could stop it. Your hands flew to the front of his shirt, fists clutching the fabric desperately as tears poured freely down your cheeks.
"No." Another sob. "No..." You hit his chest, not hard but just enough to vent the overwhelming ache threatening to suffocate you. "I don't want you to go!" Another punch. "I don't want you to leave!" Your fists kept landing weakly against him. Again, and again and again. "I hate this!" Thump. "You're leaving me!" Thump. "I don't want you to go..." Your voice cracked so badly the words dissolved into sobs. "You promised to stay forever!" You buried your face against him, clutching his shirt so tightly your knuckles turned white. "Please..." Another broken sob. "Please don't go..."
Valko didn't move away. Didn't stop you. Didn't let go. He simply held you tighter. One hand slid up to cradle the back of your head while the other rubbed slow circles against your trembling back. "I'm sorry..." His own voice sounded quieter now. "I'm so, so sorry." He pressed his forehead against your hair. "I know." A kiss landed gently on top of your head. "I know, sweetheart." Another trembling apology. "I'm sorry."
Your fists had weakened into desperate grips, fingers twisting helplessly into the front of his shirt. "You don't have to go..." You could barely get the words out between sobs. "You don't..." His embrace tightened. "If I could stay..." He swallowed. "I would." You shook your head violently. Then his voice cracked just enough for you to hear it. "But I can't." You cried harder. He whispered it against your hair. "I love you." Another kiss. "I love you so much." Your fingers only clenched tighter. "I'm sorry."
His hand continued stroking your back, slow and comforting despite the way your body shook uncontrollably against him. "I'm sorry I have to leave." Another broken sob escaped you. "I don't want to let go..." "You don't have to." He answered immediately. "So don't." His chin rested gently atop your head. "We'll stay like this for a little longer." He closed his eyes, holding you as though committing the feeling to memory. "I've got you." Another soft kiss. "I'm sorry."
And all you could do was cry into the arms of the man you loved, wishing that if you held him tightly enough. Maybe the world would stop asking him to leave.
[âdark-night-hero] 2026°
: i made this and uploaded this before caleb fiance 3 (its almost done but i couldn't stop crying and crashing out so i couldn't just focus on it and need to lock in aka. Vent out my feelings) I AM SO FUCKIBG SAD AHHHHH
âpapa, goâ agh!â lucian squeaks like a chew toy when sylus squeezes him tighter in his arms.
kyros relishes in the feeling, chest gently tucked beneath the weight of his fatherâs forearm.
âgo, out! time tâsleep!â lucian insists, pressing his palms against sylusâs jaw. they are met with little pecks and kisses from the stubborn dragon. âmy race car bed!â
kyros is already half asleep.
âlucian, i thought we talked about sharing.â sylus titters, eyes closed. he rubs salt in the childâs woes when he snuggles further into the pillows.
sylus doesnât budge even a little. âshh, your brother is asleep.â
âhmph!â having given up, lucian wriggles out of his big lizard papaâs embrace, takes his blanket and his worn out stuffed dragon, juice, and trudges out of the bedroom.
âlucian!â sylus calls, but makes no movement to follow.
he grumbles. it looks like heâs upset two of his family members today.
â･ďžâď¸ď˝Ąâ･ ďžâž ďžď˝Ąâ
you donât turn when the door to your bedroom swings open. still brewing in the upset your husband has caused you after an extended mission held him back from coming home early.
it was the no contact that got you. and while it was technically no fault of his own, it still ticked on your nerves how he came back all cavalier and cool, acting as if heâd just gone on vacation instead of this life threatening affair.
and while he tried to appease you and apologize for his behavior, you are already too far gone and want nothing to do with himâ for maybe about twenty minutes.
well, now itâs been fifteen, and heâs surely come back to make up again.
youâll chew his ear out for coming back prematurelyâ you had five minutes left to sulk, after allâ but thats mostly for the drama at this point.
but your tongue freezes in place when the shock of white hair that you open your eyes to is not of sylusâs, but lucianâs.
âbaby?â you wonder, pulling him close when he successfully gets his little feet under the covers and cuddles up angrily to his dragon. âwoosi, what are you doing here?â
âpapa take my race car bed, hmph!â he huffs. if you hadnât been this close, you would have missed the smoke that puffs from his nose when he does. âandâand kee-ro sleepinâ there too.â
you gasp lightly. peppering his forehead with kisses to make him feel better. sympathy coats your voice. âno space for you?â
âno more space for woosian!â he thumps his heel against the mattress and pouts into your cheek. as if ashamed of his tantrum.
your heart gives way for his pain. gently nudging yours aside for the meantime, you realize this is partly your doing. sylus has always sought comfort immediately from you after fights and quarrels, but since the boys, heâd found also that going to them can make his own sorrows cease if only for a little while.
âsorry, angel.â you sigh, brushing back his hair from his teary eyes. âthis is my fault. papa made me mad so i asked him for space.â
âpapa made mama mad?â he frowns, brow creasing like sylusâs does.
âyes, but iâm okay now.â you sit up. straightening your back, you take him up by the armpits and give him a squeeze. âiâll go call papa and you can have your race car bed back. howâs that sound?â
you get as far as pushing the covers off before lucian is pulling them back on.
âpapa sleepinâ now.â he tells you. eyes big and round full of processing emotions and quiet understanding. ânot nice to wakey.â
âoh?â
âwoosian have space here.â he tells you, crawling off your lap and back in place where you plucked him from. where juice patiently waits for his return. âwoosian stay with mama.â
you swallow down your own building tears.
because how could such a little heart have so much space for you and your feelings?
how could he possibly understand?
and yet, here he is. blinking, waiting for you. respecting the five minutes left of distance between you and his father by giving up his own right to his own bed.
âlucianâŚâ you coo, propping his head up your arm and kissing his nose. âyour heart is pure as gold.â
âmy heart have blood.â he says, eyes screwed shut. his childish way of putting himself to sleep and acting nonchalant about it all. âmistoo waf says that in skoo.â
âyes,â you giggle, already feeling better. âbut mama says your heart is gold, and iâm your best friend and also! i made you.â
âin your belly?â he asks.
âin my belly.â you affirm.
âwe best fwends in your belly?â he opens his eyes, the concept exciting him.
âyes.â you grin.
âi like dat.â he giggles, shy into your shoulder. you gift him another kiss on the cheek before drifting off to sleep.
â･ďžâď¸ď˝Ąâ･ ďžâž ďžď˝Ąâ
later, sylus will come, kyros dangling off his arm like a stretchy kitten, and find that he has no space on his big red bed.
in his place, the wife heâs wronged is curled around his hatchling that he has also betrayed, foreheads touching as they sleep.
he canât help the pride that surges in his chest at the sight. and the fact that his son had come in to offer you comfort when he could not.
he places kyros down under the covers beside his brother, and leans over to feather a kiss on your forehead.
on his way, he pets lucianâs hair. âgood job, angel.â
only eyes as keen as his could have caught the plump of the cheeks that form into a small smile.
Does sylus have a pool? If so, how often do the twins jump in? hehehehehe all the mischief and heart attacks sylus can have
HEHEHE sylus has a pool in the baseâ the long infinity observatory pool that reflects starlight through the giant french window in welded by water.
his linkon outskits home (the where they raise the little twins) has a littler, natural swimming pool with lily pads and rocks where the babies can pretend theyâre tiny abandoned frog twins searching for their papa after they got separated from the storm (sylus has NO idea why they play this game, but he is forced to play along)
but lucian has a natural affinity towards swimming. he isnât scared of the waterâ in fact he used to jump in during swimming lessons and sylus would dive in fully clothed after him bc he would be so scared.
kyros gets most of the lessons after that, because not being able to breathe in water gets him spooked. in time it becomes his favorite thing, and helps out his lungs a lot đĽ°
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