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╰┈➤ ❝ kieran x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni | kinktober '24 (backlog)

tags : pwp (without plot), ambiguous relationship, dry humping, grinding, heavy petting, kissing and making out, vaginal sex, riding, praise, dirty talk, slight mocking, use of pet names "angel", "pretty" "miss hunter". lmk if i missed any tags! ((unedited))

wc : ~1.5k

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KINKTOBER MASTERLIST / KO-FI JAR / COMMISSIONS

The party ends, and yet you can't keep your hands to yourselves.

You'd made many mistakes over the course of your life—some, then, including the ones you'd made tonight.

And the first was deciding to bring him along for your mission.

"Why me?"

His voice had taken a tone of firmly-set scorn the moment you'd brought it up. Despite the fact that his face had been obscured by the mask he so often worn, you could practically see the way his brows furrowed, anyway—in fact, he might as well have been rolling his eyes.

He didn't like being ordered around.

Not by you.

"Nothing, just… I thought you might want to come. If not, I'll just ask Luke or Sylus—"

Easy words.

He'd grabbed your hand in a heartbeat. Didn't say anything, didn't even shake his head. The action alone was enough.

You smiled.

"Okay. Tomorrow night at 9. Entrance of the Crown Plaza."

And it was simple enough, at least in your head. An invite, a request for direct aid… Sylus had grown fond of you; he wouldn't have minded you borrowing one of his henchmen…

But you hadn't calculated far enough.

That was your second mistake.

You should have known he wouldn't have made himself stand out any more than necessary by wearing his mask; you should have known he'd allow himself to blend in enough by matching the dress code as any guest would have. What else could you have expected him to do? Kieran was always thorough. Careful. If this was his brother accompanying you, things could have been different, but this was not Luke.

It was Kieran.

Kieran, who, despite not having the mask to conceal his expression, remained perfectly poised and perfectly calm. Kieran, who, despite being out of the comfort of his usual clothing, played exactly the part you'd required of him.

Kieran, who, as you walked up the steps into the venue, offered his arm for you to latch on to.

And you did.

That was your third mistake.

Not necessarily the first time you'd made it, and not necessarily an unfamiliar gesture for you to submit yourself to—but a mistake, nonetheless, at the reminder of how it felt like to be touched by him.

Looping your arm through his? That didn't last long.

He had his arm around your waist within minutes, drawing you to his side like—like you were his—

"You look pretty tonight, Miss Hunter."

He'd leaned down to whisper into your ear, and maybe it was the sound of his voice so close to you that made you shiver, or maybe it was the low tone he had—you were sure—purposely taken… or maybe it was the way he'd dared to place a slight, barely-there peck just behind the shell of your ear.

And then it was mistake, after mistake, after mistake, after mistake—

Until you'd be behind closed doors, and then there was no more getting out of anything that you had done tonight.

Not like this.

Not when you had him pressed against the couch, your dress riding up, legs dangling over his as you moved your hips against his crotch. Not a word was spoken, not yet—you were both too busy in the moment, lips melding together, tongues seeking purchase with the other. He would kiss you, and kiss you, and kiss you, and you would barely pull back for air before you cupped his cheek and smashed your lips back against his.

And whenever it got like this, the longer it went on, the more he unraveled, the messier all this became.

When he breathed you in, his back arched right into you. Your hips didn't at all shy away from moving over the bulge in his pants, allowing it to shape against your underwear and have you moan into the kiss at the friction. His hands, too, slid down your sides in sensual caresses—anything to pull you closer, anything to simply feel you.

"Mmmh, fuck."

His voice was raspy, low. Every little bit of it made your body tingle with desire, that it almost made you feel a little ashamed of it.

This time, however, he really did pull away—panting, eyes practically glazed over, lips swollen.

You cherished the image of it.

Though you were quite sure you weren't in any better of a visual state, those flushed cheeks, the messy hair… He was heedy with want, and whatever ounce of self control he usually had felt long gone.

His hands rest upon the small of your back then, and the squeeze at your ass, pushing you back against him, had you gasping.

He smirked.

"Yeah, you like that? Huh?"

Again.

His hands controlled your movements, kneading the flesh, allowing you to drag along his slacks. This way, you could feel the way he throbbed beneath you, poking at your clothed slit, your thighs twitching around him.

He was impossible.

"Nnnnnh, Kie… No fair, we should just fuck already…"

Your moans turned into whines, pathetic little humps against his cock, your damp panties soaking the fabric of his pants.

"Ha, needy."

That goddamn smirk.

He was scoffing at you, despite the strain of his own arousal against the confines of his trousers. And as much as you treasured having to see his face like this, you almost wished for his mask to be back on—if only to save you from that satisfied, smug little smirk, eyes shamelessly falling upon your breasts as you moved.

"K-Kie…!" you whined, grinding on him harder.

"Nah, not yet. You're pretty like this, angel."

"But—!"

"No. Buts. I said what I said."

"Kieran—!"

He rolled his eyes and placed a finger to your swollen lips, and you nearly had half a mind to take it into your mouth. "Shhhhh. Why don't you get yourself off, hm? You're already so wet, anyway."

Each movement brought a slick noise to your ears, and his smirk grew. Your arousal made it easier to move—coating his slacks, what was previously a damp spot now having spread over your panties to have it cling to your folds. You could feel his cock twitch, grazing against your clit—he would angle his hips just to hit it right there, every rub against it pulling a gasp from you.

"Oh, pretty, look at you…"

He cooed, leaning into your ear. "Naughty angel you are. Did you plan this? Invite me here to see you in this dress, tempt me to take you right then and there?"

"N-no… Y-you just…!"

"Seems like it, though. Can feel how wet you are. I could slide right in…"

Your eyes closed as you groaned, falling against him.

He was all too happy to oblige—cradling you in his arms, rubbing soft, smooth circles over your back before sliding back down to grope at your ass.

"D'you want me to?" he laughed softly into your hair. "That badly?"

"Please… Please, Kie, please—"

He thrust upwards, beginning to match your pace.

"Good things," he hissed, "come to those… who… wai—"

You weren't about to take any more of his teasing if you could help it.

With a click of your tongue, you reached down to push your panties to the side, hands making quick work of his zipper—You didn't even pause to take a good look at him, thick and throbbing in your hand as you guided it to your entrance.

"Shut up," you huffed at him. "You're the one who's been teasing me the whole night! This was your plan!"

He raised an eyebrow, and he didn't appear the least bit apologetic. "Oh, really? My bad."

Impossible.

Even as you sank down on his length and clutched at his suit jacket, willing yourself to take all of him—to the brim—and you whimpered into his chest.

"Shit… shit… Feels good, angel, fuck—"

He tugged you up by your hair to meet his lips, and then his hands were at your waist, and he was bouncing you on his cock—relentless, merciless, whether to pay you back for your teasing or whether out of the sheet desire that had overtaken him with how much he'd been holding back… the sound of skin slapping against skin mixed in seamlessly with both of your moans, and your head clouded.

"Kieran… Kieran…!"

You gasped and cried out his name, swallowed only back into the way his lips were back to claiming your own, the very same way your walls wrapped tightly around his cock.

"Mmmmm, pretty angel… Just like that… gonna fuck you so good."

He was true to his words as he abruptly flipped you to the side, spread out on the couch, your legs brought up to rest on his shoulder. It was his turn to make quick work of your clothing this time. The straps of your dress pulled downwards, bunching the fabric up by your waist, bra unhooked and strewn to the side. And again, and again, and again, and again, he would fuck himself into you, purposefully, lustfully.

Hair clung to his forehead, clumps stuck together with sweat, and he let out another low moan.

This time, he leaned down to bury his face into your neck.

"I just can't get emough of you at all."

It was going to be a long night.

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[hyperfixationhobo]

LADS Headcanons Pt 2!!!

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Wooooo! Part two baby! I’m so happy you guys loved my last headcannon post!!! I hope you like this one as well!!!

Xavier:

. Says wholesome stuff in the most fucked up way possible.

. “I just wanna carve out a hole next to your heart and squeeze in it.”

. “I wanna live in your lungs so I can be the air that you breathe.”

. “The stars look gorgeous in your eyes, I wanna pluck them out and frame them.”

. Says this shit with the most innocent face.

. You made a smiley face on his pancakes once and he refuses to eat them without a smiley face on them.

. Absolutely thinks your mad at him when you don’t put a smiley face on his pancakes.

. Make it a frowny face and he knows he fucked up.

. I read somewhere that he mostly sleeps on his stomach and he most definitely sleeps with his butt semi in the air.

. Mostly it’s from a stray pillow that somehow managed to get under his hips.

Zayne:

. Obsessed with your heart in a wholesome way.

. He’s scared of not finding the cure for you so he constantly tries to feel your heartbeat.

. Hand pressed against your chest, your back, pulse points on your wrist and neck he just wants to make sure it’s beating.

. Let him sleep with his head on your chest so he can hear your heartbeat and he’ll truly relax.

“Just need to make sure you’re ok.”

. Has chilled sodas with his hands for Xavier.

. Bought those hand warm up bag things once.

. Now a cabinet fully stacked with them.

. Has a ton of onesies hidden somewhere in his closet.

. I think he adores jams, specifically strawberry and peach jams.

Rafayel:

. Much like how I think Zayne’s hand will be naturally cold, Rafayel’s hand would be naturally warm cause y’know, fire.

. Very sensitive when it comes to the cold, always has his studio at like 72 degrees.

. Hates winter just cause of the cold.

. I like to think his legs would be strong as hell.

. “Hey MC! Wanna see me crush a watermelon between my thighs?”

. Solid abs and strong core too cause of how mermaids swim.

. Legs are definitely more sensitive cause he’s used to having a tail and now the sensations are doubled.

. Does that fire trick thing you see where it looks like he breathes fire.

. Has almost burned his hair while doing said trick.

. I personally think that this mermaid boy can’t handle eating oysters.

Sylus:

. Can’t ice skate for shit, always falls on his ass.

. Holds a lot of respect for Zayne since the man is your doctor.

. I think he does little annoying things but isn’t aware of it cause nobody has ever told him.

. Let’s be honest no one wants to go up to this crime overlord and be like “Hey, your finger tapping is annoying can you please stop?”

. Has a very secret soft spot for Rafayel. Will never admit it, in fact he’ll happily chip off his arm to deny it.

. I like to think that Sylus enjoys spoiling those he’s close with and Rafayel most definitely likes being spoiled.

. It works perfectly.

. Walks around in nothing but a towel to grab your attention.

. Such an attention whore.

. Will cough up blood in the middle of a fight and worry that he isn’t at the right angle to make himself look attractive for you.

Bonus: Luke and Kieran!!!:

. Ok so a very personal headcanon about these two bird babies is that they’re actually brown skinned with gray fluffy hair and red eyes. Maybe it’s cause I’m black and I want to see more people of color in the game which I know is very unlikely, but it’s how I like imagining them.

. I like to think that they’re Aro/Ace cause it’s said they can feel whatever the other is feeling and even see out of each others eyes but we’re not given the limit of that ability but we know they can’t just switch it off.

. It’ll be weird that when your twin kisses his partner and you feel it as well. And very very awkward if it goes farther than that.

. They love pulling pranks on MC, much to MC’s dismay.

. They get overstimulated easily, constantly feeling, hearing, and seeing what your twin sees is a lot.

. Sylus bought them noise canceling headphones and weighted blankets to help them through these rough patches.

. Absolutely love cheese burgers. Luke’s likes his without pickles and Kieran likes pickles on his.

. Secretly feed Mephisto tiny bits of human food like fries and popcorn.

. Can’t sleep in separate rooms from one another.

. They were experimented on so it makes since they will feel most safe when they’re able to see the other and know that they’re close.

[strwbrychffoncke]

''rockin' around the christmas tree,, 2.6k words synopsis: in your attempt to prepare a present for the twins, a misunderstanding ensues... contains: slight angst -> fluff! luke + kieran & f!reader (platonic!) ,implied sylus x hunter!reader (not specifically mc) ,reader is called "miss hunter" (by the twins) + "kitten" (once by sylus) ,mostly silly/maybe slight crack(?) ,lots of twins' shenanigans (i luv them) ,kind of linked to my santa baby fic (its mostly in the time that sylus was gone ,no they aren't on the trip w him ,try not to think ab it too much LOL) ,like one suggestive comment/moment (but its between you + sylus) ,twins being cute at the end ,that should be it note: (warning: unedited! so pls stand by....) this idea struck me while working on other fics, and as a result is the last to be released sigh.... but i like how silly it is i hope its enjoyable :x finally finished my mini event & i actually really enjoyed it (and am v grateful for all of the notes my self-indulgent writings have received ,so thank you v much !)

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luke and kieran thought that a certain miss hunter was acting strange these days.

it wasn't uncommon for you to visit sylus, given your relationship, and as your relationship grew so too did yours with the twins, often indulging their antics, engaging in their banter, and sometimes joining in on their schemes against sylus (still sometimes resulting in you being on the receiving end of their pranks in the process).

they were more than well aware of their boss' fondness towards you, and they could say they shared the sentiment.

they thought you were close.

so, imagine their surprise when, the past couple of days, you seemed to be ignoring their existence altogether.

...bringing them to their current impromptu meeting with each other in the living area.

"it just doesn't make any sense," luke thinks aloud.

"have you done anything to anger miss hunter recently?" kieran tilts his head, looking straight at his brother through the crow mask.

luke scratches the back of his head.

"not anything that would garner this kind of reaction..." he trails off in thought.

"she didn't even tell us she was coming" kieran adds.

luke straightens up.

"right?! isn't that strange?? i mean, it's not like we're the ones that she comes for, but she still usually gives a notice! when i ran into her, it's almost like i was the one at fault when i didn't even know she was here in the first place!"

luke rants animatedly, hands flailing about to emphasize his words.

"and, and! it wasnt even my fault, she practically slammed into me. she barely spared me a word before darting away!"

he sighs, slumping back into the cushions.

a moment passes before kieran speaks up again.

"and we were just decorating with her the other day too...." he trails off before thinking aloud. "think we should ask the boss about it?"

"should we really bring it to him?" luke questions. "he may not even answer us. he's much more likely to take her side, don't you think?"

"yeah, not to mention it'd interrupt his business deal," kieran thought, tilting his head as he pondered a different thought.

"well, there's only one other option then," he muses.

despite being unable to see each others faces, they share the same look under the masks.

"we get to the bottom of it ourselves!" they exclaim in unison.

-

stage one: catch her off guard!

"when she's least expecting it, we'll barge into her space like we usually do, and watch her response!"

"miss hunter!"

dammit

you shove the bags under the bed as quickly as you can before the door to your room bursts open, revealing none other than the two troublemakers themselves, donning their usual crow masks.

"wh-"

"we wanted to check on you!"

"...why?"

"because," luke begins, "you must be lonely with the boss out on business so suddenly, right?"

"thats-"

"so we thought that we'd keep you company!" kieran finishes his thought.

"but i was-"

"don't tell us you were busy with something," luke chides.

"actually i was," you begin, gaze shifting between both masked men staring down at you.

"so go entertain yourselves for awhile, yeah?"

"sheesh! what did we do?" kieran complains animatedly.

"just.. leave me alone for awhile, i'm-"

"you don't happen to be working on something for the boss, are you?"

you pause, denial dying on your lips before thinking maybe this can work.

"as a matter of fact, i am" you nod. "so, if you will-"

"then we can help you!" they quickly cut you off, excited.

"actually, its not-"

"come on, miss hunter, let us help!"

"after all, who do think knows boss the best here?"

they look all too proud, and you want to smack them over the head.

you let out a frustrated groan before thinking of an excuse.

"why don't you help me later? for now, can you both just leave already??"

"ouch!"

"that stings, miss hunter..."

having enough of their dramatics, you finally get up from your spot and physically begin ushering them out the door.

"out, out, get out."

"ah- ok- stop shoving-"

"we're going, we're going!"

once they're out in the hallway, you begin shutting the door before kieran stops it with a hand.

"but later, you have to-"

"yeah, yeah, i'll make it up to you later, just leave for now!"

and with that, you promptly shut the door, their ears not missing the click of the lock.

they turn to one another, arms crossed over their chests.

"thoughts?"

kieran thinks it over for a moment.

"you definitely pissed her off."

"WHAT?" luke practically shrieks. "says YOU! did you consider that maybe your shabby job at decorating ticked her off???"

kieran scoffs at his brother.

"says the one who came up with the idea of most of them."

"you literally called me a genius."

"whatever, back on topic," kieran shrugs. "wasn't she a little too eager to get rid of us??"

luke nods along quickly, chain dangling from his mask.

"yeah! think she's hiding something from us?"

"could be.... this needs more investigating!"

they scurry off, preparing for the next step.

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stage two: distraction tactic

"drag her away to do something with one of us while the other investigates!"

"miss hunter!"

your body gaze shifted from the snack in your hands up to the source of the voice.

"let's bake something!"

one moment, you're leaning on the kitchen counter, peacefully munching away at a small bag of chips while thinking over your gift plan and the next, your space is surrounded by various ingredients fished out by none other than kieran.

"what are yo-"

"we're making gingerbread!"

"...since when do you know how to make gingerbread?"

"uh, since now?"

you deadpan, trying to sidestep him.

"kieran, i really don't have-"

he follows you, reaching out to grip your shoulders.

"come on, don't run away again! can a capable hunter really not do something so simple as make some gingerbread?"

"of course i can, its just-"

"you're working on your gift for boss, yeah, yeah, this can be part of it!"

you blink at him.

"i mean... i guess?"

"great!" he exclaims a little too loudly, releasing you from his hold. "now, let's get to it!"

. . .

at hearing his brother's word, luke assumes he's in the clear.

he quickly and quietly makes his way down the hall towards your room (or technically, a guest bedroom, but it might as well be yours with you making yourself comfortable there, he thinks, but can't understand why you won't call it your own), checking the door before opening it slowly, looking both ways before he slips inside, carefully shutting it closed behind him.

he lets out a short sigh.

he flicks the light on, and the first thing he notices is that the room is in a bit of.. disarray.

there's various things scattered over the floor, some papers with scrawling on it spread on your desk, and your comforter on your bed is crooked.

he decides to take a peek of the papers on the desk first.

he doesn't move them, only leans in closer to take in what appear to be sketches with some messy handwriting off to the side.

were these.... masks?

luke tilts his head.

why on earth are you drawing out masks suddenly?

one of the papers seems to have a ribbon drawn out, and luke assumes that's your choice method to secure it around your head.

not too sure how well that'll work for you, he mutters.

he turns around, shifting his attention towards the items scattered around the floor.

there's a pair of pliers, some jump rings, what looks like string, super glue, beads, and rolls of ribbon spilling out of a plastic bag.

so miss hunter is the crafty type, huh? why would she hide this new hobby? luke thinks aloud to himself as he inspects everything.

thats when he notices a certain dress hung up on your closet door, standing out from some other clothes he now sees are sprawled messily on the floor surrounding it.

and then, he realizes.

"ah!"

he turns around, excited and ready to run out of the room when he hears the click of the door.

"miss hunter, wait!"

"hold on, i just need-"

he's frozen in his seat, barely registering the muffled voices behind the door before you open it, immediately locking eyes with him.

"luke???!"

"h-hey, miss!"

"what the hell are you doing in here???"

he stammers for a bit, unable to think up an excuse before he decides to just make a run for it.

he dashes out the space between you and the door, and is out of your sight within seconds.

you're stunned for a moment, looking over at everything, thinking about the look in his eye, and you're nothing short of mortified.

did he figure it out...?

. . .

that night, luke shares everything with kieran, and both being absolutely sure of having uncovered everything, begin to initiate step three.

-

stage three: confrontation station!

"trap the unsuspecting hunter and reveal that we know her secret!"

despite feeling embarrassed at being found out, you tried to carry on as usual while still avoiding the masked men when you could.

but somehow, you found yourself cornered once again, in the living area this time this time, stuck on the sofa as the twins stood above you as they blocked your view and any chance of escape.

"miss hunter!" they spoke in unison, a little too loudly considering their proximity.

you flinched at the volume of their voices, catching you slightly off guard before answering them.

"yes...?"

"ahem," luke clears his throat before pointing an accusing index finger at you.

"we've figured you out!"

oh no.

"listen, there's-"

"we know why you've been avoiding us!" kieran points as well, looking down at you behind his mask.

"i can-"

"you're planning to scare boss with a new mask and in a pretty outfit before apprehending and tying him up, aren't you?" they accuse in unison this time.

you pause.

"...huh?"

"we know everything!" luke folds his arms over his chest.

"yeah, so just give it up!" kieran mimics the action.

"..."

a beat of silence passes.

you're unsure if you should be angry at them for snooping or grateful for their shared braincell before you burst into laughter.

under the masks, the twins look at each other.

huh?

you're laughing so hard you tilt to the side, clutching your stomach as you sink into the expensive cushions.

so that's what they thought?

the twins gazes flick from each other back to you as you slowly calm down, catching your breath.

"so, that's what you came up with?" you finally speak again, wiping at your eyes that are threatening to spill amused tears.

"we promise not to tell boss!" kieran speaks up first.

"ye-yeah! we'll even record his reaction, if you'd like," luke offers, snapping back when his brother speaks up first.

you shake your head.

"no need, you two are wrong anyway," you tell them, standing up from the sofa.

"actually, you'll get to see it soon enough."

"really?!??"

you nod at them, reaching both hands out to pat each of their heads at the same time.

"mhm, just wait a little longer, okay?"

"yes, miss!" they speak together, determined voices reaching your ears.

you begin making your way out of the living area before luke calls out to you again.

"uh, just a suggestion, but maybe use something a little sturdier than ribbon for the mask!"

you stare at him.

"it may be too heavy to hold it, so i recommend something like ours!" he turns his brother around, gesturing towards his mask.

"r-right" you nod. "thanks, i'll keep that in mind," you mutter but loud enough for him to still hear you.

"anytime, miss!"

with that, you're scampering back to your room, hoping luke is as oblivious as he seems and not just messing with you.

when you're out of sight, they turn to each other.

"so, you were wrong," kieran starts, hand moving behind his head.

"hey! i bet i was close. and anyway, we'll see whatever it is soon enough, right? isn't that all thanks to me??" luke juts his thumb towards himself.

"yeah, i'll give you that at least."

"but still, i wonder what the deal is with the interest in masks. isn't it too sudden?"

"maybe she got jealous of ours," kieran suggests.

"that must be it," luke quickly agrees.

"guess we'll just have to wait and see for miss hunter's masterpiece mask."

-

stage four: ???

"..."

sylus had returned a couple of nights later.

you initially told them that they'd likely get to see what you'd been working on for christmas as you'd wrapped it and placed it under the tree, but when the day came and you noticed sylus hadn't yet returned, you made the twins wait until he did.

and he had.

finally.

though, they had to entertain themselves for one more night, already surrendering opening them despite their beloved boss' return after seeing him haul you down the hallway and into his bedroom.

as they trotted off to their rooms, luke piped up suddenly.

"so that's what all the ribbon was for..."

"huh?"

"didn't you see? miss hunter had ribbon dangling from her wrists and ankles."

"freaky."

"definitely."

. . .

the next day, like young children on christmas morning, the twins berated sylus' door with knocks, calling at you both to hurry up cause they'd waited long enough, threatening to rip open all of the presents should you make them wait any longer.

in short time, both you and sylus had appeared in the living room (you being carried by sylus and placed comfortably on the sofa) as the twins sat by the tree, eyeing the presents.

"go on, then" sylus urged, leaning back on the sofa, manspread as a hand reached over to caress your hair.

you pointed out the two cutely-sized presents wrapped with care in gold and silver wrapping paper, the twins snatching them up quickly before ripping the paper after you have the okay.

under the paper, the each help a small cardboard box. they looked at each other.

"open it up," your voice is sleepy, comfortable from sylus' caresses but fighting the fatigue in favor of seeing the twins' faces.

"on three," kieran tells luke, who nods.

"one," kieran starts.

"two," luke continues.

"three!" they say together, snatching the lids clean off of the boxes.

its quiet for a moment as they inspect the contents.

inside each box are one shiny ring, the perfect size for their masks, and a small chain dangling from it adorned with a small, shiny crow charm on the end of it.

they both take theirs out, inspecting it and watching the charm dangle.

"i.. hope you like it. it wasn't easy to make... you trail off, watching their focused expressions.

they pause their staring before slowly looking at each other, a sudden realization donning upon them.

"so thats what it all was for!"

sylus tilts his head.

"what what was for?"

"long story-" luke begins.

"we thought miss hunter was making a mask to scare you and then tie you up."

sylus stares for a moment before a chuckle escapes him.

"well, that's definitely an idea..."

you swat at his thigh.

"such a feisty kitten," he teases, but continues his caresses.

the twins then shift their hidden gaze towards you.

"thank you, miss hunter!"

needless to say, the sight of them donning the matching dangling crow charms and sometimes switching from their classic gold ring to your silver one filled your heart.

-

a/n: happy new years! its still new yrs eve for me so technically i finished this in dec (& all month of dec is christmas to me heh....) i wish everyone a lovely new yrs celebration & hope the yr brings you peace & fulfillment :x i'm quite proud of myself for writing + posting fics for lads for the first time in succession & hope to improve w any new piece that i release :x also ,good luck to everyone on this current banner.... i was lucky to get rafayel & then zayne alr and have my sights set on sylus next.... i will get freaky w him trust

-

[tumbling-through-deepspace]

Lyssa playing and having no issues with lizards and certain bugs.

Que the flying roach... the guns come out, evol erratic, and screaming for either Zayne or Sylus or both.

The guys would give it a few more seconds, entertained by Lyssa being frazzled. However, they would quickly intervene when a stray bullet passes through the wall they stood by.

Zayne would freeze the flying menace while Sylus would disarm, trigger happy Lyssa before kissing her between chuckles until she calmed down.

Luke and Kieran giggled in a hidden corner at the video they took of the whole ordeal, sending it to the group chat.

[lara635kookie]

I'm curious: Who do you think is the twin who got suddenly attacked by the black crystals and has scars? (Y'all can also leave your theories in the comments if you want)

[fullsunrise]

NCT members as Love and Deepspace Love Interests NPCs

Mark and Haechan as Luke and Kieran

Similar to Luke and Kieran, Mark and Haechan are attached at the hip. Despite this, they still have their differences that can lead to fights. Mark is the most serious of the two while Haechan is playful (and sometimes borderline devious)

[sylebs]

lw i think luke & kieran would like this part of the game or like,, the unhinged that HSR ensues in general

[abyssyby]

off guard on duty

— the big twins watch the little twins for a day and long for what they think they'll never have.

ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ: my babies my angels my loves ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡ sylus is just a dad of 4. here's a silly little fic about the big twins watching the little twins. they have a great time. let me know what you think of this one lol, it was super fun to make! enjoy! ❀-urs important heads up for context of this story: kyros and lucian are (my headcanon) sylus's twin boys. around 3 years old at this time.

kieran, luke, lucian and kyros highlight!! | sylus x reader | fluff, angst, softbabysitter!twins, mom!reader, sufferingdad!sylus, bigtwins are also sylus's sons change my mind?? tw: separation anxiety/tantrums, past abuse mentioned (pls let me know if I missed any!)

Don’t drop them.

Don’t lose them.

Dinner is at six.

Easy enough. They’ve gone through more difficult missions before. Covert ones, requiring meticulous planning and great improvisation. 

Kieran prides himself in being able to execute seventeen different kinds of strategies to take down a group of thirty men within 5 minutes. Luke can persuade anyone into doing anything, and eliminate them— without a trace—if they don’t comply. Exceptional mercenaries. Isolated ghosts. Nothing is impossible.

Perfectly capable babysitters, if you ask them. 

How they made the silent twin wail like a siren and the rambunctious one sit still was beyond them.

“Papa!” Kyros screams, blotchy red cheeks puffed and damp bangs stuck to his sweaty forehead. He presses himself against the heavy main door, as if forcing himself to walk through, stretching his little limbs and straining his ankles to reach the knob. “Papa! Papa!” 

“Keero mad.” Lucian blinks, staring at his brother across the room, snuggled against his mama’s blanket. Your scent envelops him, helps him stay calm in your absence. You had left for your mission earlier that day, and Lucian has since finished his little tantrum, as evidenced by his own salt-crusted cheeks.

Luke and Kieran are a mess, to put it mildly. 

“It’s okay, little boss,” Luke tries to say, pulling the toddler away from the door where Sylus had just left from. Kyros gurgles a desperate sound as he weighs himself down to the floor in protest. “Big boss will be back.” 

“Papa!” Kyros cries, calming words falling on deaf ears.

“I don’t think he knows who ‘big boss’ is.” Kieran, equally panicked but hiding his racing heart behind calm breathing, offers. “Little boss, papa will be back.”

Kyros seems to scream louder at that, stomping his little feet and running off to the crevice by the door. He squeezes himself against the corner and sobs. Fat droplets of tears streaming down his swollen cheeks. Heartbreakingly resembling an abandoned hamster.

Kieran’s arms fall to his sides—how? How is this little one such an angel during play time and…? Have they done something to upset him? Does he not really like them? Is this how he finds out that a child can have preferences and can choose not to prefer them? 

Before Kieran can spiral deeper in self-pity and throw Luke off with the swelling emotion in his chest, in their periphery, they see movement from the couch. Lucian, wrapped in his mother’s blanket, waddles over to his brother and gives him a little hug. “Squeezy-squeeze, Keero. No cry.”

Luke blinks at the sight. The realization comes to him in the form of a distant sensation— freezing cold cells, the deafening bang of a metal door and him, anguished and ashamed, crowding Kieran close to the corner of their room where they held one another—high on sedatives— after they had just torn each other apart to survive another day. 

With that, he moves slowly, approaching the little twins with caution and then opens his arms. “Kyros?” 

Lucian makes way, and at the sight, Kyros scrambles over to Luke and buries his hiccups in his chest. He engulfs him in a hug, mindful of the pressure he applies with his arms and how that would translate to a little body like Kyros’s. Pressure, deep, deep pressure tethers him back to them. 

Kyros deflates, nuzzling his wet little face into the fabric of Luke’s turtleneck. He can’t be bothered by the snot, relieved that the boy has begun to stop crying. 

“Papa will be back.” Luke says quietly, making sure to press his lips into the baby’s head so he can feel the sound. Something he’d observed you and Sylus would do to him. “Kieran and I are here.” 

He exhales when he realizes Kyros doesn’t struggle. That he is allowed to comfort him like his parents do. 

“Be back now.” Kyros murmurs, genuinely thinking big, strong Luke and Kieran can do something about it. 

“Later.” Luke assures him. “Just out on a mission.” 

“No, ‘ishun.” he shakes his head, eyes glassy and pleading. “No, pease?” 

“Sorry, buddy, Papa’s work is important.”

“Maybe we can do something else? Like… hide & go boom?” Kieran offers, mirroring the quiet voice and lifting Lucian up into his arms as well. An effort to put them all on equal footing. 

Lucian nods. “Yes.” 

Kyros shakes his head. “Don’wanna.” 

“Okay, that’s fine.” Luke nods, rubbing soothing circles on his back. “How ‘bout the hammock?” 

Kyros shakes his head again, much to their disappointment. 

Kieran racks his brain for ideas. Were it not for the devastation on the little boy’s face, he would have found it funny that he gets to see how Sylus would cry, if he were a small toddler. Lucian and Kyros look so much like Sylus, they might as well be triplets. 

In the corner of his eye, he sees the coat closet open, and an idea is born. “Hey… wanna see papa?” 

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“Get out.” Kieran rasps, pushing his voice deep into his chest. He stands in an imposing pose, chin jutted out to accentuate his jaw and squinting his eyes to be half-lidded and bored. 

On his shoulders was Sylus’s brown leather coat, on his feet were Sylus’s large shoes and on his head… was Lucian. Serving as a giggly white wig on his hair.

“Give us the brooch!” Luke demands, Kyros in a baby carrier strapped tightly to his chest. He wore your hunter gloves on his thumb and forefinger, far too small, and Kyros held an empty water gun. 

“I hid it, go find it.” rasps Keiran again. Poorly hiding the cough that rips through his chest. 

“Where, papa?” Kyros giggles as he’s swung around. Luke makes exaggerated movements of disbelief. 

“Here.” cough. “There.” cough, cough. He rubs his throat and swallows drily, brows knitting together as he breathes out with great difficulty, “Somewhere.” 

Lucian— a sentient wig, apparently— points to the playroom. Kyros nods in understanding.

“Fine’da boots!” Kyros wriggles, willing Luke to march forward. Luke hobbles into the playroom and puts Kyros down, who dives into his toy box. Kieran follows with Lucian.

“Keero, no there!” Lucian says, scrambling off of Kieran’s shoulders, hitting him in the eye— both big twins wince— and sliding down his leg. 

“Don’t tell him, Cian, we’re team papa.” Kieran chuckles, rubbing his eye as he sinks onto the floor to watch the little twins. Something swells in his chest as he watches the two executing his little mission— an affirmation that he’s done something worth their time.

Luke pauses from searching for a clue. He asks, because it matters to the story, “Wait. Does that mean we’re team mama?” 

“Boots?” Kyros asks, holding up a toy fork. 

Lucian swats it away, “No!” 

Kyros continues his search, asking everyone if whatever he was interacting with was a brooch. 

“Boots?” He asks, bouncing on the trampoline. 

“Boots?” As he slides down the playset.

“Boots?” As he carefully stacks the colored rings into a wobbly tower. 

 Boots? Boots? Boots?

“I don’t think he remembers what the brooch looks like.” Luke finally says, after minutes of watching Kyros turn the place upside down. 

Lucian has since joined, and the moment he pulls out the plastic bathtime boat and presents it to them with a hopeful, “Dis boats?”— Kieran is sure he has forgotten now too. 

“No… uh…” Kieran thinks, lips quirking to the side. He tries to explain what the small, metal pin looks like to the toddlers again. They stare at him with wide, clueless eyes, feigning comprehension. “It’s black and has a bird— a small black bird in the middle,” he says, motioning towards Luke who points at the drawer it was in.

Lucian nods first. “Ohh…” 

Kyros hops up with a newfound fervor. “Bird! Ya, bird!” 

“Yes! Bird! Do you remember n— HEY!” 

In a flash, Kyros has tugged his brother out the door and the pair sprint down the halls. Kieran scrambles to stand, feeling his knees pop at the quick motion while Luke slips and tumbles on the rug trying to get to the door. He blinks back the black and white dots from his vision as he runs.

“Wait, wait!” Kieran begs, listening to the echoes of laughter down the halls to follow. Luke is already swiping through the security camera feed to locate them.

The boss is going to kill them. You’re going to kill them dead. 

The giggles resonate throughout the halls until they are confusing. Kieran swears he hears Lucian down the left and Kyros down the right, but Luke just saw them together on Camera 8. 

“They’re—they’re teleporting!” 

“Do they have evol? I’ve never seen them—did you hear that?!”

“Part boss? Did you spot wings?!” 

“Quiet! Let’s…” 

They stop. An argument between them brews just in the horizon when the silence swallows them whole. 

“Where are they?” Kieran glances at Luke’s phone. His jaw sets. Swipe after swipe through the camera feeds, they finds no trace of them. Luke’s hand begins to shake.

Kieran’s comments don’t help. “… I don’t like that.” Camera 13— empty. “No, no, I hate that.” 

Luke shakes his head as helplessness consumes him. “They’re invisible.” 

“Stop it.” 

Chills trickle down Luke’s spine as he hears faint laughter echo down the halls that he fails to localize. “Were they even real?” 

Kieran shoves his brother. “Listen to yourself!”  

Don’t lose them. 

Before their hysteria escalates— praise be— they hear a very distressed squawking. With a look, they take off left. Boss’s office. 

There they find Lucian balanced on his father’s chair— round belly dented over the head rest, stretching to reach the charging perch, little hands grabbing the mechanical bird by the neck. Kyros stares up, holding the other boy’s legs as to not let him fall. 

“Kee-wan, bird!” Lucian says proudly, wiggling in his already precarious state. Kieran feels his life force in his throat as he rushes to get him down from the chair. Palms cold and clammy, fingers trembling and struggling to get a grip.

Don’t drop them.

“Boots!” Kyros proclaims in a shout. It still surprises them how loud Kyros can actually be. “Pisto boots!” 

“Mephisto was not the br—“ Kieran’s mouth is slapped shut as Luke cuts him off with cheers.

“Little bosses found the brooch!” Because he can’t have them running off to find any other thing they think is the brooch again. He can’t do it. His head is still spinning from his wipe out. He curses under his breath, silently checking— just in case— for little wings. 

The little boys scream in delight. Kieran softens at the sight, silently grateful his brother cut him off. Who would want to miss this? 

He pries Lucian’s fingers off of Mephisto gently and places the bird back on the perch. “Nice job, kids.” 

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

Dinner comes at six o’clock. Sylus had put his boys into a routine so well maintained that the sound of the clock striking six wasn’t a bell, but his son’s growling stomachs.

“Papa made you squash.” Luke says, taking it out the fridge and heating it. Meanwhile, Kieran buckles them in their ridiculously luxurious high-chairs. “And fish…” 

Luke pauses at the note written on top of the bigger container of meat and potatoes. Reads: Big Twins in handwriting they’ve only seen on under-the-table-offers, bidding slips and ledgers. He tries not to let it get to him, takes it out and heats it as well.

“Papa home?” Kyros asks, although this time with more curiosity than despair.

“Not yet.” Kieran tells him, giving his shoulders a grounding squeeze.

It doesn’t escape them how they’ve been calling Sylus “papa” all day too. How it came so easily when the adjustment was needed. Somehow they can’t seem to stop. 

Luke serves dinner. Two ceramic plates and two silicone-suction-cupped bowls. 

Lucian’s nose knocks into a palm as his path to his food is blocked. Kieran chides, “It’s hot.”

Lucian blinks at Kieran, who is still wearing Sylus’s coat and shoes, and tilts his head in amusement. Something connects in his head and he giggles. “Like papa.” 

Kieran’s face flushes, and Luke howls in laughter as he takes that in too. He hurls the silicone spoon at his brother like a javelin, and through his laughter, Luke catches it with ease. Straight to the sink it went and a new spoon is handed to Lucian. 

An unspoken truth passes between the big twins, a dawning that settles in them like warm milk on a sleepless night, as they feed their corresponding little twin. 

This is their life now— not just running errands, killing, and negotiating for Sylus, no matter how much they enjoyed that. How that put them into use. How that gave them purpose. A reason to exist in this world that hated them enough to maim them, and strip them of who they were only to throw them away. Because even then, they were still worth nothing. 

Now, in the soft glow of the kitchen light, eating the food Sylus had prepared them, feeding their charges. They see, they hope: this—this is who they are. Not machines, not weapons—boys, brothers, parts of this family. No matter how fleeting it may all be. 

They doubt it, but they feel it. In the way you check up on them when they come back from a mission, in Sylus’s silent but kind regard, in the little twins’ comfort and acceptance. Despite their shortcomings, their differences, they have found a place here. And maybe one day, the masks will come off and they will be nothing, thrown away once more— but what a wonder to have had this all the same.

“Kee-wan, Wook,” Lucian tells Kyros, pointing a chubby little finger at the wrong twin as he says it. Pulling the two out of their spiraling thoughts, different but grounded in the same soil. 

Kyros shakes his head calmly, chewing on the soft squash Luke fed him. He points correctly, “Wook. Keewi.” 

Seeking confirmation, Kieran gives Kyros a thumbs up. The little boy grins a proud orange smile, squash and all. Meanwhile, Luke teaches Lucian the differences— “Kieran’s head is this weird sha—ow!”

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

You’re still snickering at the video footage Mephisto sent you of Sylus lingering on the front door from earlier. Head devastatingly pressed to the wood, a white fist around the handle as his son screamed for him to come back on the other side. 

“It was terrible,” he tells you. His hand hovers on your lower back as you both ascend the pathway to the base. 

You offer him a sympathetic smile and squeeze his shoulder. “I know.” 

“We’re back!” You announce as the door is pushed open. Sylus slips in behind you.

It takes a moment for the footsteps to emerge, but they do. They always do. Only it wasn’t just the two light-footed ones’ you usually hear. Accompanying them was the sound of loud, bounding leather boots. 

“Mama!” Lucian screeches, little legs pumping to get to you. Leading the charge. Behind him, his brother— face scrunched in solemn determination, trying to catch up. Eyes zeroed in on his papa. And behind them…

“Stop! Ow, Mephisto! Kieran, get him!”

“I’m trying— He’s— OW!” 

The mechanical bird nosedives towards the two larger twins who struggle to catch their wards and fight off the bird at the same time. You giggle at the sight, and you hear Sylus chuckle the faintest bit too. 

Both on your knees, you each catch a twin, showering them with affection. Leaving the base for work has been harder than ever since these two gained the curse of existential dread and skill of object permanence. 

“Papa home!” you turn at your Kyros’s voice, who pats his father’s hollow cheeks softly. Meant as a happy report rather than a guilt-tripping accusation. Still, it prickles Sylus’s nose red as he tries to swallow the emotion that rises with the memory of his son’s cries. 

He presses his nose into his angel’s silver hair and breathes him in. “Brave boy.” 

“Mama!” Lucian says, both hands on your cheeks, turning your gaze towards the fumbling big twins. He points, correctly this time to each. “Kee-wan. Wook.”

You squint, taking note of the differences despite their movement and then beam. “You’re right!”

He giggles like a pebble skipped over a frozen lake when you pepper his face with kisses. 

“Mephisto.” At Sylus’s command, the bird ceases. It flutters to a nearby shelf and tilts its head as if nothing happened. 

“Were Kieran and Luke good babysitters?” Sylus asks. Even if he knows, Mephisto having sent automatic updates on his twins’ mishaps.

The little twins nod happily in response, then came the litany of warbles meant to be a retelling of their day. Two baby birds with their mouths wide open trying to string together something coherent. 

You and Sylus catch ‘keewi papa’, ‘boots’, ’boats’ and ‘pisto mad’. Understanding was half the battle when both your boys told stories with such vigor. You struggled to keep them in your arms as they ‘swoosh’ed and ‘fwish’ed, reenacting as if they could project their imaginations to the wall for mama and papa to see. 

Sylus turns to the big twins who listened proudly. Given they had context, they seemed to understand more than the parents did. He raises a brow, squinting slightly at Kieran to make sure, then asks, “Are those my clothes?” 

Kieran jumps, tongue in his throat. “I—“ 

“Looks good on you.” Sylus says so casually it was unbelievable. Lucian nods in agreement, “Like papa!” 

“Wook squeezies.” Kyros mentions as well, pointing at Luke, who had calmed him earlier. He nods in approval, swinging his feet. “Like Wook squeezies.” 

“Looks like you guys did really good,” you commend, walking over to the big twins. You brush a feather out of Luke’s hair, eyes sharp as you secretly check for scratches from their earlier bird-attack. Luke flinches at the contact, and you point at his forehead knowingly. “Ice.”

He hesitates, then gives a bashful smile. Rug. Right. “Oh, that’s… psh.” 

You promise to get him some. And before you forget, you add, “Thanks, guys.” 

“Faithful minions—“ 

“—at your service.” 

The tired grins on their faces make your heart clench. That… doesn’t feel right. The silence that follows is hollow as the weight of their own words settle into the space between them. Is it possible for them to believe that’s all they are? Help? Followers only good for their hands to take orders? The mere thought settles like bile on your tongue. 

You shake your head at the ridiculous notion and prop Lucian up on your hip. “Tell your brothers goodnight, Cian.” 

Lucian extends his arms and Luke plucks him from your hold. Easy and familiar, Lucian presses his forehead on each one’s like a lion cub. “Na-nite.” He whispers.

And just like that, they feel the warmth that radiates off of the little one so overwhelmingly. Just as they do pain, they feel this too— this thing that neither of them have the words for yet. But it is heavy as it is true. Lucian’s hands touching their faces, the gentle repose of your eyes work wonders to cast away old, haunting thoughts of being lesser than or temporary. 

Kieran holds him a little longer. Luke stares. For once, they have no strategy, no words, no logic or skill to make sense of the feeling. Standing there, in silence, they choke on something so difficult to swallow.

You make a mental note to treat them to something fun soon. Hang out with them like you did before the little twins came along. Maybe Luke would appreciate an opportunity to redeem himself in laser tag, or Kieran would like to play a video game again. You’ll make the time.

They freeze when you press a chaste kiss to each of their cheeks, then pass Lucian back into your arms. Without another word, you turn towards the kitchen to hunt for something frozen and something to eat. Nodding along and offering “ah-huh”s and “then what?”s as Lucian’s weaves a colorful, jargon-laced story. 

Sylus follows after you, Kyros already snuggled to his chest with half-lidded eyes and fingers clutching his shirt. He pauses, just as he walks past the twins. A heavy air hangs between them, but it isn’t suffocating. Not tense, or harrowing. Come to think of it, they haven’t felt that in ages. Not since Sylus. 

The air was just… firm. Stable and calm. 

“Thank you,” he says to them, holding their gaze with a reverence that they’ve never noticed before—one they had only ever mistaken for dismissal. But now, really looking, they see it. What Sylus truly feels for them— proven in the trust he had placed in them. Gratitude in the way they cared for his kin, just as he once cared for them; taking them in despite their troubled beginnings.

Pride, in its full glory. 

He is proud of them. 

And as if Sylus sees the gears turn and lock into place in their heads, as if he has been welcomed into their twin loop at last, he smiles—careful and sincere. “Get some rest.” 

Kyros waves a sleepy little hand at them as they go.

Alone, Luke and Keiran turn. Faces reflecting each other. Once never needing a mirror, now taking in the flustered, upside-down smiles pulling at the corners of their lips. They shake their heads at the impossibility of it all. And yet. 

A home, a family. Despite their past, their sins and their scars— 

They are enough. 

Finally, they belong. 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

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thank you for reading! 。゜゜(´ｏ`) ゜゜。

[salemwasnteverhere]

Sylus both loves and hates going shopping with you.

He loves it because spoiling you is his love language and he adores when you give him 360s of clothes you buy, especially lingerie. Not to mention how good it feels to him when he pulls out his card to pay, making the cashier and people in line jealous of both you and him. It also gives Sylus an excuse to ride his car instead of his bike for storage, and because he’s terrified you’ll fall of the bike.

But he also hates it because he’s your personal bag holder. Everyone stares at the two of you as you walk through the mall because he’s holding 12+ bags with ease. Spoiler alert, he can’t feel his arms now and he’s pretty sure his blood was blocked from his hands.

But he does it himself cause he’d rather die than let you take fashion advice from the twins.

[loveanddeepthroat]

Luke: Word on the street is that you’ve gone soft, boss.

Sylus: *frowning* Is that so?

Kieran: We would never say such a thing. But we’ve heard it a time or two.

Sylus: We’ll see how soft I am when I snap someone’s—

MC: *walks in upset, holding two halves of a bracelet* Mephisto tore my bracelet off.

Sylus: *immediately stops frowning* Hey, hey, it’s alright, sweetie. Let’s go buy you some new ones, okay?

Luke & Kieran: *cough* Softie. *cough*

[to-move-on-means-to-grow]

Literally just

(iykyk 😂)

WHY AM I CRYING theyre barely even doing anything BUT IM HERE SQUEALING OVER THEM LIKE ✋

[hyperfixationhobo]

Sylus: “Why are you two sitting on the couch? I gave you an assignment.”

Luke: “Boss you gotta help us!”

Kieran: “They won’t let us move!”

Sylus: “Who won’t let you move?”

Luke: “MC! Me and Kieran accidentally fell through some ice cause we thought the lake was completely frozen!”

Kieran: “MC helped us dry off and stuff but now anytime we try to get up and leave they make us stay.”

Luke: “It’s been three hours!”

Sylus: “Are you kidding me? You two have been stuck here cause you’re scared of MC?”

Luke: “Watch!” *Stands up*

MC: *Walks into the room with a death glare.* “Why are you up? Sit down and relax.”

Luke: *Sits back down*

MC “Good! Now do you want some more hot chocolate!”

Luke: “…I’m too scared to say no.”

MC: “Good you should be! I’ll go get some for you!” *leaves*

Sylus: “…yeah you two are on your own.”

Luke: “Wait what?!”

Kieran: “Boss, no please don’t leave!”

[connorsui]

Luke & Kieran/ Sylus x wife! Reader || Imagine ||

"One last game!"

Note: not as polished as I would like but I did always imagined how these two would be like around their boss kid? -

The evening was coming to a close, and the house, bathed in a soft, warm glow, looked like it had been hit by a miniature hurricane. Pink toys—plushies, blocks, glittery shoes—were scattered haphazardly across the living room floor, the remnants of what had once been an innocent evening of fun. Now, the peaceful warmth of the home had been overtaken by a growing sense of chaos as frantic footsteps reverberated through the hallways.

Luke and Kieran were in full-blown panic mode, tearing through the house. They tossed pillows, peeked under tables, and flung open every door, desperately searching for a toddler who had seemingly vanished without a trace.

“You can trust us with the kid, we said! Nothing bad will happen, we said!” Kieran muttered bitterly, lifting a cushion and glancing under the couch. “And now look! Thirty minutes of searching, and she’s gone! GONE!” His voice cracked as he threw the cushion across the room in frustration.

Luke, visibly rattled but trying to maintain some semblance of calm, walked over to Kieran. “Come on, she couldn’t have gotten that far, right? I mean, her legs are tiny! Point A to point B takes her forever.”

Kieran, still crouched on the floor, slowly rose and stared at Luke, incredulous. “Yeah, and you remember how fast she moved when she took Mephisto on that ‘plane ride’ with her plushies? Thought the bird was too slow to fly?”

Luke folded his arms, trying to look nonchalant but clearly feeling the pressure. “Okay, yeah. And your point?”

“My point is... the kid can run.”

“Oh, that’s just perfect,” Luke groaned dramatically, flopping onto the floor in complete defeat. “None of this would’ve happened if someone hadn’t suggested one ‘finaaaal’ game with the boss’s kid. One minute she’s here, and the next—POOF! Gone. With a trail of glitter.”

Kieran stared at Luke in disbelief. Even though they were both wearing masks, Luke could feel the heat of Kieran’s glare. “Wait—are you seriously blaming me for this?”

“Who else?”

Kieran threw his hands up. “Who else? Uh, who was it that thought party cans were a great ‘welcome back’ surprise for the boss and his wife, huh?”

“Well, it was either that or hide-and-seek, and you—”

Before Luke could finish his retort, they both froze. A burst of giggles echoed from upstairs, followed by the unmistakable click of a door locking. They stared at each other, wide-eyed.

“How… how did she get upstairs!?” Luke whispered in disbelief, his voice shaky.

Without a word, they both bolted toward the staircase, skidding to a halt at the sight of the baby gate, now hanging loosely by its hinges. It was tilted precariously, as if it had been outwitted by the most cunning toddler alive.

“Oh, she’s smart—” Luke began, but Kieran cut him off with a sharp smack to the back of his head.

“Focus!” Kieran growled, stepping forward. “Alright, kiddo, time to come out now!” His voice was firm but coaxing. But instead of the sound of obedient little feet, they were met with more giggling, playful and distant, echoing through the upstairs hallway.

Luke exchanged a glance with Kieran, who rolled his eyes as they both cautiously climbed the stairs. “This is going to be bad,” Luke muttered under his breath.

The upstairs hallway was dimly lit, the shadows stretching along the walls. Suddenly, Sylus' daughter peeked her head around the corner, her bright red eyes wide with mischief. The second she spotted them, she squealed with delight and darted away, disappearing around the bend.

“Oh, come on!” Kieran groaned, as they raced after her, rounding the corner just in time to see the door to the boss’s office wide open.

“There’s no way she’s in there...” Luke whispered, shaking his head in disbelief.

“How did she even get in here?” Kieran asked, just as confused.

They entered the office cautiously, careful not to disturb anything. The room was pristine, neatly organized—until they noticed a pair of tiny feet peeking out from beneath the desk. And there it was again: that unmistakable giggle.

Kieran’s eyes lit up with an idea. He motioned for Luke to come closer. “Alright, here’s the plan: you go left, I’ll take the right. We jump out, and give her a little scare.”

Luke grinned. “Perfect.”

They positioned themselves on either side of the desk, ready to strike. But before they could even make their move, Sylus' daughter popped out from beneath the desk, a wide grin plastered across her face.

“Surprise!” she shrieked, spraying them both with party cans they had been saving for later. Neon foam shot out, covering Luke and Kieran in a sticky mess of silly string as the toddler collapsed into giggles.

“Surprise! Surprise! I win! I win!” she chanted, hopping up and down with glee as she sprayed them again.

Luke, now covered head to toe in foam, looked over at Kieran, both of them utterly defeated, but unable to suppress a smile. Her excitement was contagious.

“Alright, that’s enough, kiddo,” Luke laughed, scooping her up as she squealed, still waving the can.

Kieran quickly snatched the can from her, shaking his head with a playful smirk. “Yeah, yeah. You win.”

Setting her down, they both attempted to question her about her little escapade, but all she did was giggle uncontrollably, covering her face with her tiny hands. “I didnt leeeaaveee I played!, I played and won” she squealed between bursts of laughter.

Before they could question her even further, the sound of footsteps behind them made them freeze. They slowly turned, only to see You and Sylus standing in the doorway, watching the scene unfold with amused expressions.

Silly string wasn’t just on Luke and Kieran—it was everywhere. The desk, the chair, the floor—nothing had escaped the carnage.

You pressed your hand to your mouth, trying to hide the laughter. “I - I ...take it you all had a great time?”

Luke and Kieran stood in stunned silence, caught red-handed in the chaos, while Sylus' daughter grinned proudly.

“Mommy! Mommy!” she cried, running towards you with open arms. “We had so much fun today! Mommy, look!”

You bent down, scooping her up with a warm smile, planting a kiss on her cheek. “I can see that, sweetheart.”

As Luke and Kieran stood there, still sticky and covered in foam, they glanced over at Sylus, who crossed his arms, looking every bit the stern boss. His eyes flicked over the mess, then back at the two men, who stood awkwardly under his gaze.

“Uh... we tried our best,” Luke muttered weakly, scratching the back of his head. “She’s... uh, faster than she looks.”

Kieran nodded, backing him up. “Yeah, I mean, we had a plan! But she outsmarted us.”

You stifled another laugh, turning to Sylus. “Go easy on them. They did try, after all.”

Sylus’ expression softened, though the hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “No promises,” he muttered, before walking past them into the office to inspect the damage.

[tumbling-through-deepspace]

Shenanigans with LADS men x Lyssa

Numero 11.

Mephisto will not be excluded

Others will be subjected to the madness 🤭

Mephisto

Lyssa: "I think we need a vacation. Just you and I. Together from the madness that is my life and you from Sylus and the twins.

Mephisto snuggled on her tummy: "CAW, CAW, CAW."

Lyssa: "Oh please. I can stop him from tracking you. All I have to do is fill you with my Evol."

Mephisto gave her a I-know-you-lying look.

Lyssa laughed. "I'm not! Honest. I've done it before. So where do you want us to go?"

[abyssconqueror]

i love his relationship w the twins so bad

they love him so much it’s so cute ITS SO CUTE i can’t stop thinking abt this unkillable space criminal drinking his coffee from an ugly handmade Boss Of The Year mug