✧.* Miss Mephisto ✧.*
synopsis: Sylus makes you a mechanical bird companion that ultimately becomes Mephisto’s mate
✧.* Sylus x Reader fluff , but it’s more like Mephisto x His Wife LOL ✧.*
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You lean your chin on your palms as you intently watch your husband, Sylus, make adjustments to the wings of his pet mechanical crow. Gazing at Mephisto causes you to reminisce about the very first times when you had encountered the little bird. Most of the time he was “keeping an eye on you” as Sylus likes to say, but often it just felt like stalking. Sylus would also send Mephisto to deliver gifts to you. It was cute, but the bird would always leave a pile of feathers at your door. He sure has a personality, but you grew to adore him, especially knowing that he’s kept Sylus company all this time.
You lean your head on Sylus’ shoulder, smiling softly at the fond memories. A warmth in your chest. “Mephisto’s a really reliable bird, huh…”
“Well, I did make him that way.” Sylus leans into you, his smile evident in his voice.
“I wonder what it would be like to have a mechanical bird.”
Sylus chuckles deeply. “What do you mean? We have one right here.”
“You know what I mean, like my own bird. I love Mephisto, but he doesn’t always like to listen to me. He only follows your orders. It’s clear I’m not his owner,” you giggle.
He chuckles once again, “Kitten, I purposely programmed him to give you a hard time, I think it’s cute when you struggle with him. But if you want, I’ll reprogram him.”
You tuck your hand under his arm, “No, no it’s okay. I like him this way,” You squeeze his arm gently.” It gives him personality. I was only just wondering what it would be like.”
“Mmm…I understand, kitten,” he hums, gently pressing a kiss to your forehead.
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It’s been a week since Sylus worked on Mephie’s wing. He’s now flying at incredible speeds which in turn has been causing the bird to be much more energetic and playful. In fact, he’s discovered his new favorite toy. Your hair.
“Mephieee, I just washed it today,” you whine. “Where is your master at anyway? He told me he’d be right back.”
Sylus came back into the room with a small pink box in his hand. It was elegantly wrapped with a white ribbon.
“Mephisto,” Sylus says sternly as he approaches the couch you’re sitting on, “that’s enough.” Mephie caws, immediately stopping. “Hands out, I have something for you.”
You obey, leaving your palms facing upward, calmly wondering if you missed a special occasion. Sylus gently places the box in your hands. It feels dense, but fragile.
You carefully unravel the ribbon, and open the box. Inside is a beautifully crafted dove that appears to be sleeping. It’s exterior reminiscent of quartz as the light from the room reflects off of it.
Gently, you scoop your hands under the creature as Mephie perches on your shoulder. The white bird is so still, you wonder if it’s a carved sculpture. But as soon as you lift it up, it begins to rock out of its sleep, gracefully taking in its surroundings as it yawns and stretches. Mephisto cocks his head to one side, leaning in to get a better view.
The dove looks to you and cheerfully chirps. It nuzzles its head into your palm, then looks at you with adoration.
“Oh sweetie…this is for me…?” You look to Sylus who is entertained by the sight. To him, you look like a kid who just got their dream puppy.
“She’s all yours.”
“She’s perfect, Sylus.”
You spend some time getting to know your dove. She’s sweet, gentle and graceful, and she has the cutest chirp. She loves to sit on your shoulder, and nuzzle into your neck as you work, but her favorite spot is Sylus’ head. Somehow, his hair makes the perfect nest, though Sylus mentions that he did not program that.
She lovesss you though, and loves it when you give her little tasks, like fetching things and pecking Sylus’ arm every once in a while to bug him. If you don’t have a task for her, she’ll just sit close by and watch you.
However, you’ve come to learn that she’s quite intimated by Mephisto. Ever since you’ve opened that box, Mephisto has been very curious of her, flying in closely any chance that he has, but every time he does, she’ll hide right behind you. Mephisto will tilt his head, confused as to why she’s hiding from him, but he eventually backs up, watching from a distance. It seems the two birds have not yet warmed up to each other.
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It was a short day, and you had finished work early. So, you figured you’d help Sylus out by cleaning his place up. You asked your little friend to grab a few supplies, like a wash cloth and a feather duster. But as you unlocked Sylus’ jewel display, Mephisto swept in, and grabbed a few of Sylus’ prized jewels.
“Mephisto! Give that back right now!” The crow took off flying quickly into the next room, and perched high on the ceiling fan. “Just wait til Sylus comes home!”
You decided to keep cleaning the display case. As you finish up, Sylus walks through the door, his frame almost as large as the door.
“Cleaning today, sweetie?”
“Yes, but this case is missing a few jewels. It would seem that Mephie wanted to hold them.” You say, nodding towards the thief.
“Interesting…He knows better than to touch them.” Sylus raises his arm, and signals a motion downward. “Mephisto. Come down here. Give me the jewels.”
But Mephsito doesn’t listen. He backs away and caws instead.
“Mephisto.” Sylus says warningly.
With the jewels in his claws, the crow sweeps downwards and lands on the table in front of the dove. She flinches, but remains still as he carefully scatters the jewels from a distance and nudges them towards her with his beak. He hops a few steps back, and caws softly.
The dove slowly approaches the jewels, tilting her head to inspect them. She gently taps them with her beak, and chirps in response. With a soft flutter of her wings, she lands before Mephisto, coming in close to nuzzle her beak against his. Mephie un-stiffens, and nuzzles back.
“Huh...” Sylus says with his arms crossed, and an amused eyebrow raised. “It seems we have two love birds.”
You giggle aloud, making sense of Mephie’s wild behavior. “I guess we aren’t the only ones.”
“Have you thought of a name for her yet?” Sylus says, and you feel an arm wrap around your waist.
“What about Missy, short for Miss Mephisto.”
“Miss…Mephisto…very…original,” he drags out, painfully slow.
“I couldn’t think of any good names, okay! She’s just a cute little missy. Plus, it’s clear they’re married now.”
He lets out a hearty laugh,” I guess you’re right. Missy and Mephisto.”
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Missy and Mephisto have been very lovey-dovey, no pun intended. The two are often cuddled up to each other, scratching the others’ head with their beaks. Many happy caws and chirps can be heard from the nest they built of spare nuts and boltz on Sylus’ shelf. But it soon became too quiet.
“Sylus! Missy has been lying alone in the nest for 3 days now. Is something wrong? Is one of her parts broken? I don’t understand. I’ve been taking good care of her.”
Sylus looks up from his work desk, “Love, relax. She’s probably just resting…or charging for a better word.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want her to malfunction or anything.”
“I’m sure.”
“Okay,” you say, shuffling your way out the door. You feel bad for Missy and Mephisto, but you decide to be patient for a few more days.
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You stir awake to Mephie’s loud caws, and roll out of bed in search of your husband. You eventually find him near the kitchen island with a mug in his hand.
“What’s the ruckus about…” you say lazily, rubbing your eyes open.
“Why don’t you check it out for yourself,” Sylus says with a smirk, handing you a mug that was set on the counter.
You stumble over to the nest. Missy is still sat over the nest, but Mephie is perched on the end, flapping his wings and cawing with declaration.
“What’s up, Mephie?” Mephie caws again, and nuzzles Missy, causing her to shift her weight slightly. It’s then that you notice something poking out from under her.
“What…” gently, you pick up Missy and set her next to Mephisto.
Three tiny mechanical hatchlings chirp, their mouths popping up and down as if waiting for food. One white with a few black feathers, one black with a few white feathers and one gray. The white and black ones are the same size, meanwhile the gray one is much smaller. They each have resembling features of Mephsito and Missy.
“Sylus…did you…do this…?”
“It’s a just little project I’ve been working on. I’m curious to see how learnt behavior differs from programmed behavior in mechanical birds.” He pauses for a few moments, then bursts into laughter, “I’m joking. I thought I’d make you happy.”
You feel him walk up behind, and wrap both arms around you, bringing you into an embrace. He kisses your temple, “Now, Missy and Mephisto have their own little family.”
You turn to him, eyes glossy, “Sylus,” you pout, “they’re so cute…Thank you for this.” Sylus holds you even tighter, your expression tugging at his heart strings. He can’t help, but fold for you. Every. Single. Time. That’s why he does these things. It doesn’t matter how big or small, he’d do anything for you.
He leans in closer, leaning his head against yours, comfort and sweetness in his voice, “Doesn’t it make you want to have a flock of your own…”
