Colonel Caleb’s final letter to y/n after receiving news that they’ll be dispatched for WWIII
I’m writing this in a haste, this all was too sudden.
Too sudden for my liking. So please do not mind the dried tears smearing fresh ink once you read this.
I wish this does not be our farewell, but if it were, please take good care of yourself for me.
If it were, please stay happy for me.
If it were, please stay strong for me.
Please shed no tears for me, because it would put me through death a thousands times more knowing I can’t be the one to wipe them from your face.
If any bits of me were to come back, if i were to be buried… please come by often, spend some time with me.
Keep our promise to stargaze every birthday night of mine. Just come and lay by my stone, and I apologize beforehand if it were a bit cooler than my warm arms.
Stop by, tell me about your day the way you always did while laying on my chest, telling me how listening to my heartbeat is soothing to you.
Again, I apologize if this time you rest your head on hard stone, with no heartbeat to listen to.
Just know that when you visit, the sound of swaying trees will be my heartbeat, and the gentle wind a sorry attempt to wrap my arms around you one last time.
Am I too selfish for asking you stay by me even in my death? Is it really selfishness if it’s out of need, not out of desire…?
Y/n, please keep me company even when i’m gone, because I feel like…. No, I know that my own grave will collapse upon itself if I ever lose you.
Death shouldn’t mean loss. It shouldn’t mean separation.
Death should not mean the end.
So please, y/n, i beg you, still come over, and run your fingers over the letters engraved over my stone the way you ran them through my hair.
And again, forgive me if the marble isn’t soft beneath your touch as I was.
I hate to end this, I want to keep on writing you forever, to freeze this moment and never leave.
But I have to.
And the only memory of you I can take is our promise ring, my bottled tears, and a heavy heart.
hear me out: what if the littles became kittens 😸 and maybe the biggies, who knows
the babies as kittens omg sylus would be inconsolable 😭
“sweetie,”
face buried in furs. “fwhot?”
“honey. put them down, we have to fix this.”
sylus takes one, deep, long drag of the little kitten’s bellies and peppers them with a turret of kisses before cradling them to his neck. “okay.”
then, in another breath, he tells you. “they smell like marshmallows.”
“sylus,” you sigh. he’s hopeless.
your children have turned into the tiniest kittens in the entire world and are meowing at you to help them. they must be so scared, and all your husband wants to do is sniff them.
“papa will fix this, he will. yes, he will.” he coos, and the black and gray paws pit and pat at his face. even in as kittens, their utmost faith in him is unwavering.
“miw!” lucian calls for you.
you melt just a little. let the affection counteract your anxiety for a split second, and kiss your kittens’ noses. “stay calm, okay?”
“miw!” kyros sleepily, telling you this might just be the calmest hes ever felt. you’re relieved.
you’re sure that despite his seemingly current lack of worry, the babies can be in no place safer than in sylus’s arms.
Soo, we all know like and keiran wear masks cuz they still wanna look alike after an unfortunate incident -(I'm putting it this way cuz I don't have the power in me to say it all, it hurts)-ahem, back to what I was saying, when they met sylus, I don't think they had their current mask. It was probably a makeshift mask or something else.
After sylus accepted them, and gave them a place to live , they saw mephie and were enamored by the fact that sylus made him. They were quick to learn that sylus had a soft spot for 2 things- cats and crows- they saw more of crow imagery in his clothes, the articles he collects, and how he addresses himself and Onychinus they decide to go with it too.
When they made the first prototype of it and showed it to sylus, he couldn't have been happier to see the boys so proud of themselves, their chest puffed out like birds do- so he did what his instincts told him to- make them a proper mask.
A few days later, when he gave them the final prototype out of nowhere, they couldn't believe it at first. They fell in love with it, they tried to be strong but couldn't help themselves and lunged at sylus to show their gratefulness.
the kitchen is completely dark and freezing at four in the morning. you’re sitting flat on the cold counter, bare feet dangling in the air. you’re wearing sylus’s giant grey sweater, the one he wears often. the sleeves are long enough to cover your palms. you’re too tired to speak and stare blankly into the dark room. you hear heavy steps in the tile.
sylus walks over. he’s in a silk night shirt, sleep evident on his face. he stops right between your thighs, crowding your space completely. he does not say a word. he just reaches out and wraps his hand around your bare ankle, his touch instantly melting the chill on your skin.
“can’t sleep?” he asks, voice a low rumble.
“my brain won’t shut up,” you whisper, voice small and tired.
sylus lets out a soft breathy sigh. he steps even closer, until his sides are pressed up against your knees. he reaches up and grabs you by the waist, his strong fingers effortlessly lifting you off the counter. you let out a tiny gasp, hands flying out to grip his broad shoulders.
instead of putting you on the floor, sylus just holds you up against him. your feet are completely off the ground. he wraps his massive arms around your back, burying his face into your neck. your heart does a sudden flip. you wrap your legs tightly around his waist to keep from falling.
“sylus,” you say, face flushed. “i didn’t say you could kidnap me off the counter.”
“you’re in my house, sweetie” he mutters against your skin, a smile evident. “everything here belongs to me.”
you smack his chest. he only hums. but sylus keeps holding you against him. he presses a slow and warm kiss under your ear. his soft silver hair tickles your jaw and his warmm breath makes a sweet shiver run down your spine.
and you do it. you relax completely, leaning your forehead against his temple, fingers tangling in his soft hair, melting against him. he’s so big, so solid, so incredibly warm and absolutely yours.
sylus lets out a low happy chuckle against your neck when he feels you give in. he shifts his head, nose brushing a slow, lazy path up your jawline until his lips are resting against the corner of your mouth. he holds you tighter, grip filled with affection and fondness.
“go back to sleep, sweetie” he whispers against your lips, voice cozy and thick with love. “i’ll carry you.”
what is the little twins reaction at their mama turning into a cat😱
sylus x reader | sylus & his family | dad!sylus, turnedintoacat!mama!reader, very excited kyros & lucian
you dont remember climbing into kyros’s bed, but you take the opportunity to curl yourself closer to him and bury your nose in his hair.
his scent is particularly stronger, for some reason, and for another you get the urge to not make that so. so with sleepy, meticulous kisses—or so you think— you try and clean him.
strangely and blissfully unaware of the manifestation.
his hair sticks up with each kiss and his hands come around to push your face away. “owie.”
you frown. since when has he rejected your kisses? or think they were painful?
you chirp—
wait.
his eyes open at the noise. deep red irises light up like sparklers at the sight of you as he reaches and takes you in his arms. “woah!”
you blink. once. twice. how is he able to engulf you like this?
“woosian.” he whisper-shouts towards the racecar bed beside his circular-nest one. “woosi-yan!”
“kee-ro, quiet.” lucian whines, turning away from his brother’s voice and covering his head with his blanket.
you feel yourself being lifted up with arms wrapped tightly under your armpits. it takes a handful of effort for kyros to move gently and climb onto lucian’s bed.
but when he does, he pets your head and plops you down on his brother’s shoulder. breathing out, “tat.”
you blink. oh. not again.
reminded of the time this happened once before, you do not worry for being this way indefinitely. so, you decide in that breath to ride it out with a little bit more grace this time.
with a deep sigh, you make your way to lucian’s side and lick the tip of his nose.
you wish you could capture this somehow— the details of when they open their eyes to the sunlight in your feline vision. each lash so perfectly curated, each freckle in their irises wonderfully placed, the overjoyed expression that paints their features when a kitten wakes them.
“a cat!” lucian squeals, taking you with him again when he sits upright. you giggle in your mind, the purrs let them know you are.
you’ll commend them later with how gently they care for you.
kyros’s warm palm stays on your head, petting as he is talking to you about being part of the family. asking for permission to hug you which you respond to with slow blinks and head butts to his soft belly.
lucian excitedly crawls in circles around you, careful not to hit you, while yapping about how many tricks you’ll be able to do— with live demonstrations of said tricks. you so kindly demonstrate them back to him, and his face of triumph is one you've never seen before.
your heart warms, despite being in this predicament, not once have you yet worried about needing to turn back.
on this rare morning, when your little ones are fawning over you and showing you the fruits of your love for them, you take this curse as a blessing.
but that smell.
it’s not bad, just strong and warm and creeping. the smell of a living body— of milk, blueberries and a simmering smoke beneath. a strange variation of… sylus.
a scent too strong that you must wipe them clean of or else something else will smell them, then your little ones would be in grave danger. your pupils shrink to slits and your hackles rise at the thought. kyros murmurs a confused, "huh?"
hopping up on your hind legs makes him coo, but your singular purpose is to get to his cheeks. a few licks will balance them out, smooth it out and refine it— balance it with you, and make it smell like home.
"boys, have you seen your mother?"
you’re in the middle of licking lucian’s forehead when sylus walks into their bedroom. he stares at his children, hair mussed in different directions, and they stare right back at him.
"papa!" kyros smiles, scrambling off the sheets to crash into sylus's knees. he is caught just in time before any teeth are knocked out, and lifted into a sturdy embrace.
lucian tilts his head closer to you when you bap his forehead with your mitten. you start licking at another spot on his head. "papa, a cat came in."
"it looks like it." he chuckles, recognizing the dragon li that has begun scenting his children as none other than his wife. it's happened before, anyway, what he didn't expect is that it would happen again.
he reaches out to squeeze lucian's cheek good morning, but your paw swats his hand away.
the silence is heavy.
he scoffs at you, appalled. "are you keeping him from me?"
you hiss, ears flat back and petulant. the answer, horrifyingly, a yes.
you try to chirp at kyros, redirect him back to you because— ugh, he just undid all the work you did and now he smells even more like his father and even less like you. luckily, he is obedient and wriggles out of his papa's grasp at your command, much to sylus's displeasure.
"hey!" sylus harrumphs, watching as kyros sidles up next to you and lucian. his brood, now within your litter.
"papa no hurt you." kyros supplies helpfully. "he big, but he no hurt."
sylus softens at his children's words. to you, he says, "see, kitten? i'm harmless."
"her name miss waffle-cake, papa," whispers kyros, offended for you. you meow in protest at the dubbed name, knowing how sylus will use it against you later on, but kyros holds you close now and sniffs you. "she smell sweet!"
"oh?" sylus grins, sinister and mischievous. "may i?"
he's fast when he takes you from kyros. the height you travel up to is sickening with the speed, it makes you squirm and cry in protest. soon you're face-to-face with your husband, eyes gleaming, and smirk treacherous.
his nose is in your belly in an instant. it tickles. you do not know whether to scream or laugh.
your meows are incomprehensible, and your limbs flail about against your control. in your head, you are screaming for your life.
"stop!" is yelled from below you, your own kittens now pawing at sylus's legs in outrage. "stop, she don'ike it!"
sylus breathes a chuckle as he cradles you to his chest. your sheathed claws tap at his cheek in mock pride, saying, yes! listen to your sons!
"papa, be nice!" squeaks lucian, seeming most affected by your distressed sounds. "she little!"
"give me!" demands kyros, hands outstretched upwards. waiting for your return in his protection.
sylus laughs at your smug expression, surprised a cat can even have such a prominent one, and promptly hands you back to kyros.
"sorry." kyros kisses your forehead softly, and you melt in his embrace. "papa silly sometime."
lucian comes to scratch your chin and bump his forehead against yours. angrily muttering under his breath, "big lizard."
your purrs get louder as your laughter turns hysterical in your brain.
oh, your sweet boys.
"okay, i'm sorry." sylus sinks down to the floor to kneel on his legs and bows his head. "i got... excited."
lucian is the one who shifts his body to be the barrier between him and you. "papa... like cats?"
sylus chuckles at the accusation. "i love cats. especially waffle-cake." he nods towards you. despite yourself, you tilt your head shyly.
"miss waffle-cake." kyros sneers. he did come up with the name, after all.
sylus raises his palms regretfully. "miss waffle-cake."
oh he's loving this. you snuff a breath at him through your little pink nose.
sylus pleads with his family now, eyes big and unguarded. begging to be included in the fun. "i promise to be gentle."
the twins look to one another. it wasn't like their papa to lie to them. he messes with them, regularly, sure, but he isn't mean, they think. lucian is the first to nod, and so kyros announces the ruling that papa can now be part of the i-love-miss-waffle-cake-club.
grateful, he squeezes himself onto lucian's bed and takes all three of you in the crisscross of his legs. bending close to your snout for a little nuzzle as he whispers, "just say when."
knowing that the last time this happened, turning back involved lips and true love.
you rub your cheek against his chin in acknowledgement.
the morning is spent indulging your family on their simple joys.
you'd become one of the world's greatest marvels, existing being your greatest feat to your children.
your quick zoomies around the room are exhilarating, especially with two little boys trying to catch you.
you sniff them until their stomachs hurt from laughing.
you teach them to make biscuits on papa, starting your own little bakery on his bottom.
even your instinctive licking (because they're starting to smell like sylus again) is so inexplicably beautiful to them, they just sit there and let it happen.
and naturally, under the warmth of the morning light, once curious eyes waver behind heavy lids. your own yawn from your place on sylus's chest, underneath his shirt, seems to trigger everyone else's.
positions are established like nature, and soon you're squeezed up against two little ones who've decided they want to be kittens in papa's shirt too.
but before they drift away, kyros takes your paw in his hand and lucian kisses your head and murmurs. "wish mama was here."
melting your heart into oblivion.
"having fun?" sylus inquires once lucian has followed his brother into a dream later on. you've crawled out of his shirt and perched yourself on his shoulder, curling around your babies as best you can.
you chirp at him, yes. and slowly blink at your sons.
"ready?" he asks softly, but it sounds like another request entirely.
the slight pucker of his lips is cute, showing a little more than he let on— if you knew how to look for it. an expert in reading your husband, you read him clear as day: he misses you.
so you lean in, but instinct trumps logic and your paws press against his lips. "mrph!"
"what?" he wonders. you're getting up and climbing on his head now. he feels the sharpened bristles of your tongue move his unstyled hair in all directions, doing more harm than good if your intention was to groom him.
he lets you finish the job, just as obedient as his sons, until you give him the kiss he's been waiting for.
when your feline eyes turn from large and crystaline to the ones he fell in love with, he smiles. "kitten."
meanwhile, your hands slide up to the back of his head to tug him down. his hair—now perfectly balanced in scent thanks to you— is askew, but you make no effort in fixing anything else.
you take a whiff and sigh in relief. "much better."
"because... you're not a cat anymore?" sylus inquires. unaware of the still fading inner workings of a feline's mind.
"sure," you shrug, kissing his cheek. then you turn to your sleeping babies on his chest and soften. "but that was good too."
"When did you get a cat?" Zayne glances warily at the small animal resting on Sylus's chest. It perks up at his voice, meowing what seems to be a greeting.
"Oh, we've always had this one. Isn't that right, kitten?" He smirks as he pats the animals head, while it meows in an annoyed tone so similar to yours that Zayne absentmindedly thinks about how alike you two ar-
Oh shit.
"Are you alright?" Zayne hurries over, a frown on his face as he gently inspects your animal form. You purr under his touch, trying to show him you're doing fine.
"It's just an...unfortunate side effect. It should wear off soon." Sylus comforts him, while you do the same by butting your soft head against his hand. With his pounding heart starting to calm, Zayne allows himself to gently pet you.
"Most cats run away when they see me." Zayne muses as you climb into his lap, settling down. Sylus chuckles, leaning over to pet you.
"Well, we have that in common. However, I believe this one feels differently." Sylus can't hide his grin as you clamber all over Zayne, trying to show him your usual level of affection despite your current predicament.
"Hello." The doctor murmurs with a smile when you perch on his shoulder, nuzzling the side of his head.
Feeling overwhelmed at just how adorable this form of yours is, neither can help themselves from leaning in to press a soft kiss on your fur at the same time. In the blink of an eye, there's no longer a cat sitting in Zayne's lap.
"Well, that was great timing. I'm starving, and I am not eating that tin of tuna."
Grand Duke!Zayne and you are so loud during sex that there is an unofficial consensus among the staff to avoid your wing at night completely, and most of the times during day after finishing essential housekeeping💀;
The heavy oak door to your chambers had barely clicked shut before Zayne's lips found your neck, his large hands already working at the laces of your nightgown.
"You're impatient tonight, Your Grace," you breathed, though you made no move to stop him.
"Hush." His voice was a low rumble against your skin. "I've been in council meetings for six hours listening to the old baron droning about grain taxes. Let me have this."
It doesn't take long till both your moans shadow the ominous creaking of the bed and the rattling of various ornaments in the room.
...
Your two handmaidens, Elara and Mina, look up as they hear the noise, before facing each other and shaking their heads, scurrying out before they traumatise their poor ears.
"I swear by the gods," Mina whispered, her cheeks flushed crimson even as she pressed a hand to her chest, "last week I went up to fetch my embroidery scissors. I forgot he'd returned from the border. The things I heard..."
Elara winced. "How long did it take you to recover?"
"Three days. I walked past the door at the wrong moment." Mina's voice dropped to a horrified hush.
They rounded the corner into the servants' stairwell, where the stone walls offered blessed, deadened silence.
"The new stable boy asked me yesterday why no one goes to the east wing after supper," Elara said, adjusting her wimple. "I told him it was being renovated."
"Renovated." Mina let out a choked laugh. "That's one word for it."
...
Down in the kitchen, the cook had taken to serving late-night tea with a knowing look and a sympathetic pat on the shoulder for any servant who emerged from the upper floors looking particularly haunted. The head housekeeper had a rotation schedule that mysteriously exempted the entire eastern corridor from evening duties. Even the guards had been known to draw straws for who had to walk the night patrol past the Grand Duke's chambers.
"The chandelier," one guard had whispered to another just last week, his face pale. "I watched it swaying. And no windows were open."
...
Upstairs, oblivious to the quiet terror they had inspired among the staff, Zayne's hand braced against the headboard as the bed (solid oak, reinforced twice by a skeptical carpenter) protested loudly beneath you two.
"Ah...Zayne...the bed..." He drove deeper, hooked his hips just so, and your warning dissolved into a sound that would have made a nun blush to the tip of her toes.
"Don't worry about the bed, my duchess," Zayne growls against your throat. "It's not more valuable than your pleasure."
He hikes your leg up higher over his shoulder and thrusts deeper, dissolving whatever you were about to say into a loud moan.
...
There is a thud and a sprinkle of plaster and ash, and a porcelain vase wobbling dangerously close to the edge of its console table, and your handmaidens, chef and two of the night guards stare at each other awkwardly.
"Do you think," whispered Elara, "they realize we can hear them from the kitchen?"
Mina finishes her tea, and produces a pack of earplugs "Not if I can help it. Take some, and goodnight." she stuffs two into her own and walks back to her quarters.
#ugghhhhh this is soooo gooodddddd #imagine her finding the terror in the staff and telling zayne #he just smirks and does it more because it gets her going!!!! #AHHHHHHHHHHH
Aaahahhshs its my birthday today 🤭🤭🤭💓💓💓 omg the contrast between the last year birthday art amd this one is insane last year was kinda suggestive tbh was kinda dark but this year its so springy and light and it feel like a romance kdrama from 2016 but I also was listening to all gfriend old songs while rendering 💓💓and tbh i was born in the spring so its only fair (tho its still very cold here)
I wish I could make yall look at the art while the song is in background like u just met ur destined love but maybe in future I could just pop up in ur room with the art and make u loom at it while I sing in th background lmao😭😭😭😭
°•|Credits to the owner- StarZahri- for this amazing art, you can find them on ig and x under the same name (as i have found in my reverse search)|•°
I think we all agree that sylus will absolutely love to push the doctor to his limits just to get a reaction out of him.
And it would be in the most silly yet absurd ways
Like
It was 2:53am, zayne went to bed barely an hour ago due to his shift running late. The constant ringing of his phone was getting too much and he didn't want to disturb mc either. Groggily he picked up the phone and went out to the living room to handle it.
"Hey doc", sylus' voice came through, deep and slightly out of breath. That was odd, he is never that out of breath unless he was with mc doing..well-
"did something happen?", his professionalism came naturally upon hearing the difference in sylus' voice.
"well, i would ask what to do when you have 7 broken ribs,3 bleeding wounds and a burn down place but I think you need sleep doc."
Sylus, ever they coy guy with the habit of joking his way out of a serious situation, zayne knew he is bound to get white hair by the time he is 30 just because of this habit.
"come to my home right now", zayne commanded as he moved around his living room to gather his medical supplies. He knows that sylus can heal himself but the fact that he chose to address this to him meant that it was much more serious.
"well , i would but I'm not exactly in the right shape to let myself in, so would you mind opening the door, our dearest doc?" The knock soon followed on his main door and zayne rushed to open it.
Sylus tried to play it off, but the sight before him made him weak enough that his legs failed to support him. He stumbled lightly into zayne's arm, the comfort was immediate and so was his sense of pain that heightened even when he had already healed himself to almost fully. His concern warmed his heart, but also fueled a part of him that wanted to tease him about his concern.
From that day onward, zayne found himself getting calls from sylus rather frequently. His antics knew no bounds and honestly? Zayne wouldn't trade it for anything in the world even if it annoyed him when there were large bouquets in his office while he was off for lunch.
Mc and sylus would team up a lot more than often on him, saying that mission went wrong and there were seeing...orange?
When zayne showed up worried, he was met with the sight of both of them dressed as carrots, with carrot song playing on full blast and bags upon bags of carrots around them as they sang loudly.
Zayne was sure that it will be only a matter of months now before he starts matching with sylus.
Ragebaiter Sylus x someone who genuinely can't tell the difference between a joke and an insult so now any time he opens his mouth they have to consider whether to throttle him or just laugh.
summary: when sylus thinks you forget his birthday he broods, stomping around all angsty until he gets the surprise of his life..
warnings: none!
wc: 2.4k
yapyap: i love sylus and this is aprilus!! this got very romantic at the end but he brings it out of me.. part 1 of aprilus! also thank u for 300 followers omg!!!
sylus felt like he was going insane. a bit dramatic for the leader of onychinus but that was how he felt when matters related to you.
for the past week you and the twins had been secretive. whispering to each other, conversations quieting when he walked into a room with hushed promises of "we'll continue this later", every single one of you had been lingering around him when he sat to do his daily shopping scroll.
sylus wasn't stupid. he knew why you had been doing it but it didn't stop him from feeling slightly frustrated. your attention was elsewhere and he was having withdraws.
he had to hand it to you, he had no idea what you were planning for his birthday. he had no bank statement coming in telling him money had been withdrawn—something he'll have strong words with you about.
there was no physical evidence that you had even gotten him anything. he never once saw either of you hauling decorations or hiding gifts away in closets.
he never even saw anything on mephisto, though that just confirms his belief that the bird was working for you.
while sylus wasn't one to celebrate his birthday, he really only let the twins do what they wanted because it amused him and warmed his heart. he had many silent and blood-ridden birthdays, what was some more to the list?
with a heavy sigh he removed his helmet, lightly shaking his head to combat any helmet hair. today was his birthday and he heard nothing.
the twins didn't immediately explode confetti canons when he walked out of his room, he didn't have mephisto cawing in his face with happy birthday music blaring through his speakers as he struggled to open his eyes.
and he definitely didn't get anything from you. when he opened his eyes this morning he had expected you to attack his face in kisses, whisper in his ear "happy birthday sylie" as you held him close, keep him in bed for some fun.
but he didn't get any of that. all he got was a soft "g'morning baby" and a kiss on the cheek. the cheek. you had sprung out of bed talking about how your friends wanted to go to this newly opened mall as an uncomfortable feeling settled deep in his chest.
he watched as you got ready, chest tightening as you flitted about the massive room. his jaw unclenched when you placed a knee on the bed, leaning over him and he thought this was it. you'd tell him you were actually heading out to get a gift or that you had the whole day planned for him or something.
but none of that came. you placed a soft kiss on his sleep puffed lips and cupped his face, thumb smoothing over his cheekbone as you gazed at him with such love in your eyes.
"forgetting something kitten?"
your eyebrows furrowed at his question before you smiled widely and he thought, really thought, he would get what he wanted. but you just got off the bed and clipped your necklace with the gleaming red gem on. "thanks for reminding me baby! would have felt off if i didn't have that on."
sylus barely managed to kiss you back before you were bounding out of the double doors, singing your way down the hallway while his teeth worked his bottom lip.
shutting the garage door with a little more force than necessary he made his way through the base. the dark walls only added to his frustration, not a hint of streamers or glitter staining them. his fingers clenched tightly around the helmet in his hand, leather gloves crinkling at the force.
he shouldn't care. he shouldn't feel a heaviness nestled deep inside of his chest just because no one had wished him a happy birthday. he was sylus qin for crying out loud, the feared leader of onychinus who made a name for himself young, quickly rising to the top of the n109 zone.
people split paths for him when he was walking down the street, whispered warnings to each other as he passed, bodies pressing as far as they could go to get away. he has a nine billion dollar bounty on his head that people frequently try to claim.
so why does he care right now? why has his chest felt tight all day?
the hair on the back of his neck stands, evol activating as he mutedly steps inside of the living room. the whole room was dark, the moonlight from the window barely illuminating the ground.
red mist swirled around his body, ready to attack, when the lights turned on, so bright it would have made a normal person squint.
"SURPRISE!!"
confetti shot out of canons in multiple rounds, multi-colored paper dancing around the room. sylus took in the sight before him. luke and kieran jumping in place and clapping their hands, chanting "happy birthday bossman!"
mephisto was cawing in sync with them, wings flapping as he flew circles around the small group. sylus took everything in, confetti still floating around, red and black streamers spread across every wall he could see, it kind of looked like halloween threw up.
tinsel and lace draped from the ceiling, he was a little surprised at that considering the ceilings were so tall. a huge banner with the writing "Happy Birthday Sy!" (with the Y being squished in) hung across the entrance to the dining room.
movement brought sylus back, looking to where you were walking up to him. when mephisto dropped something in your hands, a tiara, he realized everyone was sporting a birthday cone on their head. even mephisto had a little one.
"lean down for me?" sylus felt his heart race even faster as he did what you asked, bending forward so you could secure the tiara in his hair. he had to hold back a purr as your fingers ran through his hair, adjusting the silky strands so they sat just right.
"all of this for little old me?" he spoke finally, setting his helmet down onto the coffee table as his free hand wrapped around your waist.
"you didn't think we'd forget right bossman?"
"yeah, we spent years saying it to you every day for the whole month! maybe we made you greedy."
the twins laughed at the joke and made work of grabbing their presents. while they were busy you urged sylus to sit down, planting yourself next to him. "surprised?" you asked softly as sylus shrugged off his leather jacket, tossing it onto a chair.
a wry smile curved on his lips as he leaned back, hand resting on your thigh. "something like that. i knew the twins wouldn't have forgotten, they love my birthday more than i do." his fingers absentmindedly traced little shapes against the fabric on your leg.
you knew he wasn't telling the truth. you had felt how disappointed he was when you left him in the morning, remembered the way his lips had pursed into a cute little pout he didn't know he did.
your heart hurt to leave him without acknowledging it but that was part of the plan. if you acknowledged it he would have wrapped you up and kept you in bed and you had a time restraint.
no matter how well he hid it, he couldn't fool you. you saw the way his jaw was clenched when the lights turned on, the tenseness in his muscles as he stood rigid, eyes busy with the thoughts that swirled in his mind.
"did you think i forgot?"
the simple question made his fingers pause slightly before the began again. sylus knew better than to lie to you. the way you asked it so softly, with no judgment if he thought so, with love. he hummed quietly, not saying out loud what he thought, not confirming or denying.
"done!"
the twins stood proud next to the mountain of wrapped presents, smiles pulled wide as he took in every single one. it was definitely more than ten gifts, each one stacked on top of the other, you're pretty sure the pile started leaning.
"since i'm the oldest i think you should open mine first." luke grabbed a red wrapped present and tossed it lightly in his hands. this made kieran scoff and grab his own.
"that's stupid, it's his birthday he should get to decide."
luke stuck his tongue out. "you're just jealous 'cause he'll like mine more." he teased. kieran rolled his eyes so hard you were worried he'd strain them.
"as if! you pick presents that you would like, not what he would." luke gasped dramatically, hand coming to his chest as he stared at his twin incredulously.
"take that back!"
as they start to bicker you see sylus smile softly, eyes fond as he watches them go at it. since you knew he wouldn't stop them, you decide to say something. "how about you play rock, paper, scissors for who goes first. best two out of three? and no cheating."
the twins gasp like you just revealed something sacred and their fists meet their palms as they perform the most intense rock, paper, scissor battle you've ever seen in your life.
kieran reigns victorious in the end and happily presents sylus with his gifts. two whole hours pass before he's done going through both of the twins piles. wrapping paper is scattered everywhere, all of his new trinkets and gadgets (and weapons) lay around the couch and floor.
luke is finishing up tying a phone charm to sylus' phone —one suspiciously similar to the one him and his twin bear— when you walk in, flames dancing in the candles of his cake.
sylus sits up as you near, hands coming to hold your hips. you lower the cake toward his face as you and the twins begin to sing the classic birthday song, mephisto cawing along from his perched position on your shoulder.
when the song is done he closes his eyes and makes a wish, softly blowing out the candles. they reopen as the twins cheer and snatch the cake from your hands. you take a seat in his lap and press a warm kiss to his cheek, "happy birthday sylie."
sylus captures your lips in a soft kiss, nibbling your bottom lip before nuzzling your cheeks together. "there better be a slice left for me and y/n when i look up." sylus pipes up, gaze still on you.
you laugh softly as you hear the twins choke, patting at each others backs as they speak through full mouths.
looking up, you watch as sylus pulls up his boxers before making his way to bed. he easily maneuvers his way under the covers, big hands already grasping your hips as he pulls you into his lap.
he stares up at you in pure adoration, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on your skin. "hi." his nose comes to brush against yours just to hear you giggle.
doing just that, your arms come to wrap around his neck. "hi yourself." you smile at him. sylus looked so soft in this moment. hair slightly damp and skin heated from his shower, eyelids low as he relaxes against the headboard, pupils dilated as he gazes at you.
your stomach flips, which could possibly be from the amount of cake you've eaten tonight. sylus doesn't say a word, just simply watches you like this was all he needed, all he ever wanted.
"i got you something."
sylus quirks an eyebrow, waiting for you to continue. pulse racing slightly your hand reaches into the pocket of your sleep shorts. your fingers curve around warmed metal, thumb rubbing over the band you've become familiar with.
holding your hand out, you gently drop the ring into sylus' awaiting hand. if you were anyone else you would have missed the expressions on his face. surprise filled his eyes as he held the ring up to inspect it.
it was simple, something with a red gem in the middle and engraved wording on the inside. it sparkled in the low light, captivating the dragon that rested inside of him.
chewing on your bottom lip, you watched him carefully, waiting for him to say anything. "it's something like a promise ring." you inform, fingers playing with the hair at his nape. "it's okay if you don't like it, i know it's a little more simple than what you're used to but-!"
the breath leaves your lungs when sylus squishes you to his chest, lips crashing onto yours in a heated and passionate kiss. your hand comes to cup his face as you match his pace, thumb brushing against his warm skin.
sylus poured all of his love into that kiss, keeping you firmly rooted to him as he moaned softly. patting his chest, you pulled away, a thin line of spit following your retreat. a deep purr rumbled through sylus' chest as he planted kisses across your face.
"don't say that. it's perfect, beloved."
the ring looked so small in his hand as he held it back out to you. brows furrowed you grabbed the ring and watched as he held his left hand out.
"what is it you're promising?"
grabbing his hand, you rubbed his ring finger. "that i will never leave your side. to always complain when you crush me beneath your body for a nap, to always let you steal half of my meals because you secretly think my junk food is delicious. to always annoy you and make you worry about me." you slid the ring onto his finger.
"that even when we part from this world we will always find a way, we will be together until the end of time. that our story is never done. that i'll always love you. that i'll never forget you."
looking up at sylus you see a thin line of tears in his eyes. placing a kiss against his finger, you do the same to his lips. "i love you sylus. you are my soul, what keeps me going when things are tough, what keeps me grounded when the world is carrying me away."
feeling a drop on your hand, you kiss along the thin tear tracks on his cheeks. sylus holds you close, like you were the oxygen he needed. his big hands firm against your back, lips capturing yours. "i'll hold you to your promise beloved."
smiling, you moved around so you were the one laying down. you pulled sylus in, letting him rest his head against your chest, heart steady as it beat just for him. a hand rubbed his back and the other ran through his hair as you placed a kiss on his head.
A little thought of mine of the Chronorift Catastrophe
saw this today and it made me think again. Sylus loves mc, his other half. but would he pity caleb too? he prob saw him suffering too, saw him trying to save mc too..
"Come hither!" you call into the air, and Sylus looks up from his work, tilting his head at your word choice.
"Why not just say come here?"
"Do you want the kiss or not?" you retort, already leaning in to give him just that, but pulling away at the last second. He gave it a thought, and quickly realized that, extensive vocabulary be damned, he's going to bend down and let you kiss his forehead anyway.
one of the most evident guilty pleasures that sylus has is when you're working, one of his biggest hobbies include watching you. the fact that you're nestled against the couch, filing a report with an utmost concentration. it just... makes you look so fucking hot, and cute. there is something insane about the way you're completely immersed in whatever you're doing, that you blur the world around you.
"sweetie, do you know i've been here for the past thirty minutes?" he tilts his head, fondling one of the plushies you bagged with him last week.
"just give me five more minutes, sylus." you don't even look up, typing off something he has no interest to know about. he just likes how invested you are. "oh, is that so?" he repeats, voice low in a way that is definitive of your attention. your eyes pry away from the laptop screen as you meet his warm, endearing... and slightly crazy gaze.
"what do you want?" you chuckled, sliding the laptop off your lap.
he slowly pats his thigh, the kind of gesture one uses to call a cat. you're his beautiful little fierce house cat anyway.
you're quick to be off to your feet, walking to him and settling on his lap. his hands guide you, manhandle you but... gently. to let you splay on his chest, all cradled up like a newborn. "you work so hard, you should join onichynus instead."
you roll your eyes, "mmm, nope."
he has asked you this countless times, he knows the answer and yet... he only asks the question again to make sure you know you always have a home. when the worst happens, you always have somewhere to go. a shelter that is non-judgemental, non-caring about whether you're a good person or a bad person. all that matters is you're sylus' person.
"i could pay you so much more..."
"sylus, i have your credit card saved on my apple pay." you squint. honestly money has become something you least care about, ever since sylus has greeted your life with luxuries you couldn't comprehend. in a way, his hoarding skills have doubled ever since you're here too. he is always nesting -- or rather, making the onichynus base alluring enough for you to call it your permanent home. who wouldn't do that for their one and only?
"ha ha ha ha..." his melodious chuckle echoes through your apartment, you purr at that sound, leaning against him further and listening to the heartbeat you love oh-so-fondly. "true." he nods, kissing your forehead deeply.
"mm... besides, what if i join onichynus and i piss you off... or betray you in someway, wouldn't you swoosh swoosh swoosh me into dust with your evol?" you're only teasing, but it makes him crestfallen.
"even if... you ruin me. i would never swoosh swoosh swoosh you. my god kitten- it's time you keep your mouth shut." he scoffs. rolling his eyes and hugging you tight enough to erupt a laughing-squeal from you.
"now your punishment is hug-jail." he grumbles, peppering your face with weighted kisses, smirking while your giggles echo.
