Away from the capital, Sylus leads the insurgency movement from the northern regions of the country with the help of a deer hybrid.
Your presence made him all more convicted to his cause and when the war ends, he looks forward to the day you don't have to dig up sweet potatoes for breakfast anymore.
A Deer Hybrid! Reader x Dragon Hybrid! Sylus Fic
Summary: Gaining the favor of a war veteran to declare his support for the movement is difficult at is, much alone said war veteran is also your father.
Tags: Sylus x Reader, Hybrid AU, Suggestive Themes, Fluff, Predator/Prey, Implied conflict
Word Count: 977 words
Author's Note: Title is based on a fan comic by Silver from Pixiv. This isn't a series (yet) but more of a collection of snippets while I figure out how to outline this concept and I thought maybe I should share what I have while I am at it. Had elements from both Love and Deepspace and Arknights with some of my ideas blended in.
Anyways, enjoy!
Favor, Not Easily Obtained
Patriot.
It is a title your father is most infamous of and Sylus grew up in the halls of Imperial Palace at Deity Grypherburg, the capital of Ursus, with that title spoken reverently even by high ranking officials themselves.
Unmatched.
Unparalleled.
Indestructible.
Your father led the Ursus Imperial Army to victory against many of its conquests several times without fail and you would be a fool to not run away when you see him from a distance leading the march, the antlers on his head coupled with his imposing stature is enough to make a rational man turn and go back from where they came.
(Irrational ones will only realize they are on the losing end once the halberd of your father flying all the way from the other side of no man’s land pierces them right on their faces.)
Beloved hero of Ursus.
One would have thought the man would be at least amicable to be around with based on the tales that Sylus heard from the nannies that looked after him before they tucked him for the night coupled with the images he saw in books and in the paintings at the royal barracks but no-
-Your father is without a doubt, the most overbearing man he has ever met.
The old guard had never once spoken a word to him the first time you have introduced them to each other (Sylus would never understand how you don’t see the need to mention that your father is the war hero every citizen in Ursus loves on your way to the village where you live the first time you met) and even when they were here in the freezing tundra fighting side by side in a civil war that will make or break the country, the closest conversation Sylus ever had with him was a grunt.
A grunt.
That’s basically it.
Sylus had heard him talk to the soldiers and even the other villagers, his voice soft and replies clipped apparently because of his damaged larynx, and it will only increase volume when he is barking orders but to Sylus?
The least Sylus can get is a finger pointing to a pin on the map before reconnaissance and the best is a grunt.
Initially, Sylus does not see the need to bring this up to you because he doesn’t want you to play mediator on this matter, not when you already are between him and the common folk.
He had been educated well enough to know that you can earn the support of a battleworn veteran through action and that means-
-A demonstration of his military intellect and strength.
Even then, your father’s overbearing presence and scrutinizing gaze did not only stay in the battlefield but also in the village doubling as camp as well.
“Is there something bothering you, your highness?”, you asked, pausing from mending a tear on his coat, and Sylus only shook his head, wrapping his tail around your waist while simultaneously pulling you closer to his side.
The laughter of the children playing with the soldiers, the cackle of the bonfire, and the faint scent of food from the kitchens being prepared wafting all the way here was almost enough to soothe his worries regarding the possible outcomes of this civil war.
Almost enough because-
-He doesn’t have to turn around to see that your father’s eyes are trained at his back.
Word has it that your father deserted the Ursus Imperial Army for what the elites have done to your older brother and that distaste extends to anyone, anyone who is born with a golden spoon in their mouth which unfortunately, includes him.
It would take tremendous effort for the war veteran to support his cause and even more for Sylus to convince that he, the bastard prince of the Royal Family, does not see you as a passing fancy but something more.
Afterall, Sylus is more motivated than ever to reshape the country just for you.
“Didn’t I tell you there is no need for formalities, little doe?”
“Old habits die hard, your highness.”
“Then maybe I should help you practice saying my name, sweetheart.”
The tips of your deer ears always turn red on such comments, a shy smile on your lips, and Sylus was about to rub his horns against your antlers in amusement, a little routine between the two of you, when he heard the all too familiar grunt coming from your father observing you both from a distance-
-No, it wasn’t a grunt but a huff.
A huff of disapproval.
That’s new.
Yet, always the oblivious girl that you are, you continued what he is about to do instead and told him ‘If your highness try not to wound himself often, I’ll consider it’ then amidst the falling snow and the cold stare of your father, the kiss you placed on his cheek and your warmth that stayed on his coat with tears already mended superseded all of his worries.
It only occurred to Sylus as he followed you to the kitchens that it was the first time you did that in front of your father.
“I can beat up the prince for you, old man.”
“My daughter- Too naive-,” your father sighed, then turned to the one who spoke, a rabbit hybrid (The little girl you and your father picked up while you travelled to the northern regions of Ursus, now in her teens), “And you- Too rowdy-”
“Rowdy enough to punch his face just in case he breaks big sister’s heart.”
The war hero did not comment any further.
After all, he is still yet to declare his support to the young dragon’s cause and-
-He has not seen enough if this estranged prince indeed cares for you or if he is just like the bourgeois he had left behind in the capital.
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Author's Note: Big shoutout to @cygnuusss and to my friends for enabling me to write this. Once I am done writing the side story for Luke and Kieran, I will most likely move to this but for now, I'll probably keep posting these drabbles here and there.
As always happy to share this with everyone here.
ARKNIGHTS A1 PREPARATION DETACHMENT EXTRA CHAPTER 1 RELEASE
First the actual chapter release: Its nice to see Elba again and how she ended up with reunion in the Vigilo story. Some of the bubbles were really text heavy so uh yeah it can be messy :/.
The actual chapter link:
All other chapters I translated
Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10
Below is just some other comments unrelated to the actual chapter
Lastly I would like to apologize for anyone who was left waiting for a while for this very short 19 page chapter. A lot stuff was happening in my life and mental health, so I was just sitting on the completed translation with 0 motivation. Also in less serious excuses I got really into Monster hunter and replaying EO5 and 4 again lol.
The 2nd one is just going to be whenever I feel up to it honestly. I'm going to be honest and not make any empty promises.
[ID: Arknights fanart in cold tones. It depicts Patriot with a several years old Frostnova wrapped in his arms. FrostNova is covered in scratches, dirt and blood. Her face shows weariness, yet she feels peaceful as she sleeps. The background is light gray of snowy lands. End ID]
