#yes sylus is a man of assurance

[calxvace]

Sylus | a silly dream

— sylus becomes more clingy than he is today.

Sylus was never a fan of early mornings, he'd usually prefer businesses at dawn so you were shocked to be woken up by him looking at you, just admiring your beauty presented by the soft strand of sunlight running through your cheeks. Not saying anything, he tucks a strand of your hair and caresses your cheeks while giving you his tender smile.

Mornings with sylus was either him still sleeping and you preparing to leave, but today it was one of those slow mornings every once in a while. You hadn't said anything and just indulge in this version of sylus; mild, warm, cuddly.

You stretch your arms out to invite him into a hug, he nods as if saying you knew what he wanted. Embracing you with all of his arms felt like calm waters you touch whenever you see a pond, serenity.

"i love you" he says slowly tightening his embrace.

"i love you" a hand back to your cheeks the tip of his thumb almost touching your eyelashes as he moves it slowly, a gently peck you received. You see his eyes wandering on your face before landing yours, "I'd live for you honey"

'Oh to be stuck at this moment forever' Sylus is affectionate yes, but this soft? You'd blow up mountains just to see this again.

Bringing your palms to his chest you say, "and i love you too, sylus, everyday and everywhere." That made him give out the sweetest, the most tender look making your heart flutter and eventually blush making you cover your face. Seeing this made him chuckle.

This would last forever but your stomach steals the show and grumbles. He let out a chuckle and stood up stretching out his hands to you. "How about a classic breakfast? How do you like your eggs miss?" showing you his iconic smirk that got you smitten, the both of you wen on your way to the kitchen.

"so..., what could be the reason you are this sweet? Are you dying?" you joked sitting by the kitchen aisle.

"Sweetie where did you get that? Can't I just dote on my lover? Don't you like it this way?" "I mean sure, I do love it but I saw you how you watch me on my sleep"

You know sylus, every face he makes, the replies he would say and more. A small shift on his face and you'd notice it in a second and this time, you saw how sad his eyes were, almost as if he's grieving.

"Did I look like a creep? Im sorry babe, anyone with a goddess sleeping beside them would do the same." you knew he'd play it out like this, classic sylus who does not want you to worry over things.

Cracking eggs on the hot pan, you stepped down and went to give him a back hug, "You looked like you were about to cry, anyone would do that? I think no. Come on tell me what's wrong"

"Its really nothing honey, my body just aches that's why I looked a little sad. I think the eggs are done, could you toast the bread please?"

"Sylus I know you, even if your body is halved that's not the face you make. Honey I'm here, please?" you said worriedly, even though sylus always assure you about anything, its actually not helping your relationship specially when he's like this, refusing to talk about it if he knows its "not" your concern. He removed your arms around his waist and faced you putting both his hands on your shoulders, "You really... are quite stubborn" "well yeah? Didn't you knew that before bagging me?" He smiled at your light joke but then sighed, you furrowed your eyebrows gesturing' what's wrong' "I didn't really want to concern you about this but the queen gets what she wants" removing his hands on your shoulders, he slowly worked his way close to you and rested his head on the crook of your neck.

"I had a bad dream, it felt so real I woke up in cold sweat and tears in my cheeks" you could hear how much he tries not to sound really said as to not worry you. "Tell me about, there was a saying that says if you tell someone about your bad dream, it makes it disappear" tapping his back area gently, you went and make him face you.

Looking at his eyes, you nodded and let him tell you his silly dream. "We were working together on a mission to find out how these so called aether cores work. To get our answer, I'd have to kill you" His voice breaks lightly because he was having a hard time to tell you about it. You get it now, why he didn't want to tell you, because look at you now you're tearing up. "Ah, this is why, don't worry honey, in my dream I couldn't do it and instead-"

"You killed yourself?! No!" you said wiping your tears.  

He hugs you to calm you down, it wasn't really about how you are sad but you remembered what happened a millennium year ago. "woops I over reacted there" you said smiling to him. He just flashed you with another confused laugh. It doesn't matter to him how quirky you look he just accepts it while he gives you his affectionate smile. Wow you scored big, this man just accepts you as who you are. "Okay! Since you told me about your dream, it will not happen anymore!" "Ha ha ha, what a silly theory you got there, but thank you honey" he said booping your nose and hands you a plate with freshly cooked eggs over avocado toast. Did you forget he asked you to toast the bread? Did he just did it himself because you're too busy listening to him? Uhm yes? "I'm so lucky I went to that fireworks show and bumped into you"

"Well I don't believe in destinies and I still think you stalked me" its obvious that he's teasing you, he's got that smug look. "Aw you caught me! But I found you didn't I?" you went with his teasing "Yes, you found me" Talking about how you guys met and how your relationship progressed was the topic the whole breakfast, in those moments you really thanked the heavens for letting the two of you meet again. You finally fulfilled your promise to him back when he was still the leader of onychinus, back when you risked your life for him to finally find the last piece to the aether core rabbit hole.

[loveanddeepdick]

cw: piv sex at the end, sylus is a bit rough hehe

sylus who (surprisingly to most people) is the most respectful out of the l&ds men.

sylus who holds every car door for you, leaves you a different array of flowers every week, makes sure you never use your own card, and opens every door for you. he has his large, scarred hand on your lower back at all times so he can assure you're by his side.

"focus on staying with me, sweetie. i don't want you getting lost somewhere you're not familiar with"

"sylus, i can handle myself!"

"i know you can. but as your man, i can't have you doing all the work alone, can i?"

sylus who loves teasing you. when you two are sitting anywhere near each other, he'll have his hand on your thigh. if he's sure that no one can see his girl, he'll trail his hand dangerously close to your crotch, grazing the top of your pussy, even dipping down a bit to give a small feather touch to your clit before returning back to the place above your thigh.

sylus who buys you any item you lay your eyes on. a new weapon, a new purse, new shoes, new clothes, they'll be at your doorstep in no time. after a while, you stopped telling him things you like since you started feeling guilty for spending so much.

he wouldn't have any of that. he sent luke and kieran to spy on you, finding out your password in only a day. he wasn't going to snoop through your messages, no. he had the utmost faith in you. instead, he would go through every shopping app you had and every website store you visited, clearing out every cart so it'd be empty and even spending extra on express shipping so it'd arrive as soon as possible.

sylus who tries to stay as respectful as possible when he finds that you've been shopping for adult toys. he knows you'd never buy it but he loves the sheer look on your face when he hands you the box.

"sy.. what is this?", your face goes ghostly pale as you recognize the logo on the box

"oh? trying to play innocent?"

sylus who's respect is forced out the window as he has you bent over his lap, fucking you with the dildo you'd personally shopped for.

"sy-sylus, please, i want your c-cock!", you cry out before he abruptly pulls the dildo from your pussy, leaving the tip in to tease you as he subtly shifts it in and out.

“oh? you want my cock? thought you wanted to play with some measly toys, sweetie”

“n-no, sylus,” you sobbed from the lack of stimulation, “‘need you so bad..”

“how bad?”, sylus smirked and you could swear that you could feel it burning in the back of your brain.

“really bad, sy. i need you in my pussy—“

you couldn’t even finish your thoughts before you were manhandled onto the bed. your ass was thrown up before he landed a sharp spank with his gloved hand.

“you wanna be fucked with this cock, baby?”, sylus grunted before the sound of a zipper could be heard.

“yes, please, sylus!”

“fuck.. take it—take it”.

sylus thrusted his erect cock roughly into your pussy, holding you in place as you squirmed from his girth.

“you trying to run away after i finally give you my dick?”

“n-no, sylus!”

“that’s not my name, sweetie”, sylus grinned before giving you another spank.

“please, please, fuck me with your cock, sir”

he groaned at the sound, grabbing your hips before he started ramming into you again.

sylus is respectful in every way. except for when he’s jealous of a dildo..

[windser]

i just got so viscerally put into an xavier headspace, literally so deep that i cant crawl my way out. so hang on tight for this ride. because as much as i adore sylus, i can never quite firmly place him as total dominant. he has his moments, his snippy comments sure. but xavier??

i really think for me, its so seeded in his past as royalty. sure, he never ascended beyond princehood. but he was born to lead, risen with the power to give orders. but also, raised to be so damn observant even when it seems like he's a bit spacey and unaware of the most mundane things. because really to him, they are.

he doesn't care about celebrities, or whats the newest fad. he cares about you. the man literally transcended the stars and galaxies for you.

so yes, when it comes to your saftey, your affection, your desires he is so very much aware. almost the the point of coming across so dominant and sure in those intimate moments, because he crafts that situation in a way where he can best utilize every second he has with you and of you.

xavier loves having your attention. craves your touch and acts of love when you give him things.

but when he has you spread out under him, cheeks warm and your eyes glazed and lost in the space and stars? that's when he really knows he has everything you have to offer him.

its the way that feeling just notches right when his hand slides along the length of your forearm until his fingers rest and encircle your wrists.

its the way the moment he assumes this control, how you just go pliant for him. you're always thinking about others, always trying to strategize and plan. its really just something when he can get you to just lie there for him. beg for him.

for once you're not trying to explain to him how to work a phone or how to balance meals.

no you're just waiting. patient until he needs you to do something, and then you'll do it, no questions asked. all because you trust him to know what you want. assurance that he'll treat you right everytime.

even now, when he pushes in a little deeper, leaning forward as his nose brushes your jaw. all it takes is a light hum for you to turn your head to the side so he has the space to mouth at your throat.

in this moment in time, xavier doesn't need you to be a savior.

he just needs you to lie there and look pretty for him.

[annie-writesstuff]

Come here, kitty, kitty! - Sylus (Part 2)

Summary: The curse of the Evol cats wears off. Majority of it, at least. Sylus finds himself in his 'human' form. However, your reaction is not what he expected. He thinks you're one of the most interesting persons he has ever met.

Warnings: None. Fluff. I really think Sylus is a green flag. Man is guarded, but when he opens up he's a softie. Tall, dark and handsome lol. He is whipped. It turned kinda angsty (sowwy). Slight - perhaps - spoiler/theory about his past if you squint.

Also, thank you to everyone who read part one! I am truly happy that so many of you enjoyed it!

And thank you to the Anon that messaged me! I am truly happy you loved the story! Thank you!

You can read PART 1 here!

The sun filters through your broken blinds. You scrunch your nose, eyelids fluttering until they fully open. Your [e/c] eyes meet your old wooden ceiling. A yawn leaves your lips as you stretch.

"Good morning."

"Morning!" You chirp reflexively, yawning once again.

Wait.

Slowly, you turn your head.

Sylus smirks, wondering if your half asleep brain has finally caught up on what is going on.

"Um..." You stutter, tugging the blanket closer to you. "Hi..?"

The smirk disappears from his face at your tame reaction. Every time he thinks he's got you figured out, you surprise him.

You should've been screaming, trying to get away from him, hurling objects in his direction.

Instead you're looking at him with more curiosity than shock.

"Red?"

He meets your eyes, and nods. "You don't seem surprised."

"I am!" You assure. "It's just... I don't know how to react. I mean... You looked so familiar. And when I looked into your eyes... I realized you were my little kitty."

"Your little kitty?"

A little flustered, you hurry to correct yourself. "I mean... the... the kitty..."

Rising his hand, he stops you. "Now, I do not like owing people. But you took me in and fed me. So thank you, kitten. Name your price."

Eh? A bit flabbergasted, you stare at him. "P... price?"

"Yes."

Honestly, you just want one thing. "Can I pet your ears?"

Pet his ears... is that what you want? Well, who is he to deny such request?

Rather than giving his verbal approval, Sylus leans down, so that you can reach the twitching ears atop his head.

He is a bit uneasy when your hand first makes contact with one of his ears, but he realizes that, just like yesterday, you're being careful and mindful. His ears are sensitive, but the way you're caressing them feels tolerable nice.

"You're a cute big cat." You smile, switching your attention to his other ear.

A tiny gasp leaves your lips as he leans into your touch, a lot more instinctively than consciously.

"If you tell anyone about this, there will be consequences."

You can't help but giggle, solemnly nodding. "Nobody will know."

He nodded, satisfied, and once you have had your fill, he moves away.

"Can I have your name?"

Normally, he wouldn't reveal his identity. However, because he is almost one hundred percent sure you don't know who he is, he complies.

"Sylus."

"How can I get you back home, Sylus?"

"I'd need to borrow your phone, kitten."

You nod, and without an ounce of hesitation, hand him your device, which had charged during the night.

Sylus uses the special code from the unknown number to contact the twins, which soon reply that they will be on their way shortly.

They don't press for any answers when he asks them to bring him a change of clothes.

Good. He is not in the mood to be answering anything.

At around an hour later, he has changed into his suit, and he walks out of your small bathroom, buttoning his dress shirt at the wrist.

"Thank you again for your... hospitality." He reiterates.

You nod, offering some water bottles to the masked individuals that came to pick up the 'boss', as they've called him.

"I hope to see you again, Sylus." You say softly, walking him to the door.

The taller male hesitates for one second, before looking down at you. "I look forward to it, kitten." He says.

This isn't going to be the last time you see him.

He's going to make sure of it.

Once he is back in his penthouse on N109 zone, Sylus can't help but feel bored.

His eyes darken as Mephisto updates him on your whereabouts. He clicks his tongue, expertly maneuvering a golden bullet with his fingers.

Money and power can give him anything he wants.

Except that the one thing he wants is priceless.

His Evol turns to dust the bullet in his hand as he decides his course of action.

Sylus has always found humans interesting, but you... are a complete enigma.

He wants to know every little detail. What makes you smile, what makes you sad. What ticks you, what excites you.

He wants things to go organically. The two of you have a bond, already, and he would never force you into anything, but he's quite sure that you're also thinking about him.

Fate... is cruel.

But it is wise.

You have found each other, and he firmly belives there is a reason why.

Maybe in this life, there is a hope for happiness for him.

[alwaysthefool]

Fairytale (X Sylus) Philos AU

tags: ANGST no comfort, gothic, demons, GN Reader, MC Reader

warnings: spoilers for his myth i guess, character death

synopsis: In your darkest hour, you turn to the devil for your freedom, and he takes your hand in marriage in return.

-x-

You snuck out to go to the wishing well on a new moon night, as the legends read, to ask for freedom from your last remaining option, the fabled devil living inside it.

“I have never felt worse in my life.” You sat beside the well that dried up thousands of years ago, like everything else in Philos. “I wish for it to end.”

As expected, nothing changed, but you could not help your tears as they flowed down your face and into the stone structure. “Anyone, please.” You cried.

“And what might you offer in return?” A bellowing voice answered from its depths. A figure emerged, cloaked in red mist and a darkness more wicked than the moonless night. Despite it, the faint light of your lantern helped you discern his features. Yes, you thought, this is most certainly the demon.

“I have gold.” You extended, reaching for the stolen pouch tied to you.

“Enticing.” He mused, prowling around to crouch down next to you. “And what is it that troubles you, human?”

“My engagement to the town official.” You spoke desperately. “I don’t want it, please. I want to live my live freely.”

Something seemed to change in the glowy-eyed demon’s expression as he grabbed you by the waist, dragging you down to the well.

“What are you doing?!” You screamed, clinging on to him tightly. Your masters would have called you shameless for that, and perhaps that alone was enough for you to be condemned to hell.

“Granting your wish.” The demon replied, shifting to hold you with both arms as he flew to a whole new world underneath the well.

“This is improper!” You protested, though not letting go. “You are a stranger, and I am unmarried.”

“Stranger?” The white haired demon chuckled, gazing at you as he landed on ground. You seemed to be outside a manor in an area you had never seen before. Looking at the distance, a road led to the town market so it definitely wasn’t ‘underground’, just secluded. “I fully intend to marry you.”

You tore your eyes away from the faint buildings of the market to the well-built demon, who just looked like an ordinary person, in front of you. He was serious.

“But I was promised freedom.”

“It won’t affect you.” He mused, guiding you inside the manor. “You will still be allowed to do what you want, go where you want, but I shall be your husband from this day until our last. You can imagine it to be for simplicity’s sake.”

You thought it over, as an attendant took your coat from you. Yes, it would be easier to explain. “But I don’t even know your name.”

The ‘man’ smiled, bittersweet and looking in the distance, as if remembering a fond memory. He crouched down to face you and reach your height, his handsome features heating up your cheeks. He pushed a lock of your hair behind your ear.

“I’m Sylus.”

The next few days passed smoothly. You were assured your freedom, and the demon named Sylus did not bother you, rarely even making an appearance. The deal did seem suspicious, but you preferred anything over your life before.

The attendants would not answer your queries but from what you could gather, Sylus hardly terrorised civilians, preferring to keep his distance from the town in caution of the demon vanquishers. The townsfolk too, did not know that the devil under the well was actually the enigmatic merchant that lived on the outskirts of the city.

“[Name]!” A shopkeeper selling hair pins recognised you. You walked over to greet him, but he seemed to have a pensive expression on his face. “Where have you been? What of your marriage to the official?”

“Oh…” You trailed off. “I’m married to someone else now, a merchant from afar.” You realised how handy that lie came to be. You never had an official marriage ceremony with the devil, nothing to ‘seal the deal’, but he’d given you a ring nonetheless, embedded with rubies on a crow engraving, which you could show as evidence.

The shopkeeper still gave you a judgmental look, refusing to speak to you any further. And the next day, as the gossip spread, the entire town avoided you. The rumour was that you had run away with a fiend a day before your marriage, tricking the official who loved you dearly.

Well, the rumour wasn’t untrue.

You did not go out after that, shutting yourself up in the castle. Freedom must not have been fated for you, you thought, crying near a windowsill at night.

You missed your old life, the animals, the plants, and anyone who’d speak to you. Now you stayed alone in the house, realising the price of that deal was more than what you thought you had bargained for.

A knock on the door broke you out of your thoughts. It was one of the masked guards, telling you that Sylus had requested your presence in his room.

You wiped away your tears, following him to a room you had never been in before. There sat Sylus, looking tense behind a desk.

Did I cause a problem again? You thought, hesitantly standing near the other side of the desk, as the guard left.

“Have I been cruel to you?” He asked, his chin on his hand. You shook your head in response, hesitant.

“Is the food not to your liking?” He looked at you, examining your features, and looked away again. You shook your head again, scared of what he was insinuating.

“Then, sweet thing, why have you been crying?”

His voice was gentle like you had never heard before. He stretched his hand out, gesturing for you to come hold it. You walked over to him and did.

It was warm, or rather, your hand was cold.

“You haven’t been eating either.”

You did not respond to that, not very sure how to. Sylus pulled you closer, and you sat on his lap, shameless. Shameless.

Shameless. The townspeople’s jeers echoed in your head. You ignored them by resting your head on his shoulder, as he locked you in his arms securely. You did not understand why you did that, but it had been so long since you felt the warmth of another person. And Sylus felt strangely familiar.

“I feel lonely.” You confessed, breathing in his smoky scent. “You are never here, the townfolk hate me, and the attendants won’t tell me anything.”

Sylus patted your back, perhaps trying to soothe you.

“Then, would you like it if I spend more time with you?”

“Why would I not?” You held his large hand, tracing the callouses. “You are my husband, after all.” Your cheeks heated up saying that, but it was met with only a soft laugh.

“That I am. That I will always be. It’s just different this time. You have come to me this time.”

His words confused you, but also made sense as you drifted off to sleep in his arms, dreaming of being with him in other lives, in a past and a future. Those dreams seemed to last forever, until you finally woke up in an unfamiliar bed. You looked around to find Sylus sleeping on a mat on the floor, his torso uncovered.

Without a second thought, you went to him, wriggling your way into his arms as he instinctively held you closer.

“My beautiful beloved.” He whispered.

“My dear dragon.” You replied, not sure where the word came from, too sleepy to care.

As the days passed, you fell more and more in love with him, not leaving his side for even a second until you fell sick, started sleeping more, and felt unable to walk.

Sylus seemed to know exactly what was ailing you, deciding to travel to a faraway town to get the cure. You begged him to let you go with him but it was too dangerous, especially since you hadn’t been well.

“I will be back soon.” He kissed your forehead, holding you steady as you insisted to see him off despite your condition. Silent tears fell from your face as he left, the loneliness returning again.

You waited for him at the foot of the manor’s door, often falling asleep outside. The attendants, which you came to know were enchanted puppets, would carry you inside each time. You only had to command them not to for them to stop doing that.

Your condition seemed to worsen all of a sudden as you waited throughout the winter, becoming completely bedridden.

“When will he be back?” You asked the new moon that once granted you your wish. “I won’t make it. I just want him back.”

You wanted to see him once before your heart gave out, so you took a concoction to give you temporary strength, setting out to look for him through the town. Frantically, you asked around, and the people avoided you looking at your condition.

“This is the one that eloped with the devil!” The authoritative voice of the town official yelled. “They have brought a disease into our town!”

You coughed, trying to explain yourself, but collapsing as the potion’s effects wore off. Nobody helped you, and the people pushed your struggling body away with sticks, afraid of catching whatever sickness you harboured.

Of course, the town official too, had to have his revenge for what you did.

You only asked for Sylus, breathing your last breaths, unsure whether you were dying from the sickness or injury.

The last sound you ever heard was the flapping of wings, and a gentle touch, which you held on to with your remaining might.

Nobody knows how the town burned down, the remains of its inhabitants only ashes and charred bones. Some believe it was an eruption from the earth, while others a curse from the sky. Whatever it was, only the heavens knew everyone had paid the price for their sins.

-x-

It’s an AU. Hehe.

[eirakairos]

Rendezvous Chapter 3

Chapter summary: The girl hears her mother cry many times because of this man who is supposed to be his father. She doesn’t have much information, she just hears a lot that she looks like him. She heard stories of the ships belonging to a bad man, so she thinks her father is bad. But why would her Mama go to a man like him? Why didn't he search for them? Did he forget about them?

A/N: Apologies for the late update, I had a hectic week lol

I was thinking the child would be similar to Anya from SpyxFam in terms of being a bit mature at her age

Words: 3,334

Chapter 4

Tags: Hurt/comfort, character death implied!, MC and Sylus' child, don't worry this is angst but with happy ending, Sylus is a girl dad hands down

You are so thankful to the wisdom of the mothers and the healers in the tribe in raising a baby girl. She is now five years old and is a rambunctious child. You are amused sometimes as she looks like a little Sylus running around and playing with other kids. But it is also a reminder that she is Sylus and your child. For five years, you didn’t hear any news about him. You had accepted that he probably moved on to his ambitions, or maybe to another woman. It hurts you deeply, but you can’t bring chaos to your life anymore, especially such violence and desolation, to your daughter’s life.

“Maybe it's a good time for you and your daughter if it is still in your consideration to return, dear,” the old woman said. “But rest assured that if you do intend to stay longer, it is alright as well,”

“Thank you,” you said. “I have heard news from the warriors that the nearby cities in the far end had been seeing large ships similar to the one you arrived in,” she said. Your eyes widened. Why is Onychinus in the far cities other than in the N109 Zone? “The warriors heard terrible stories about those ships, so we are planning to move to a farther place,” she said. “So this is the right time to decide, so the journey back won’t be much further,” Your mind is swirling in thoughts if Sylus is still the leader of Onychinus or if there is a new management. “They heard stories of the ship conquering city by city, making them do allegiance to their favor,” You know Onychinus, everything it touches will go to chaos, intentional or not. You can’t bring such things to the tribe.

“Mama, can I go with the warriors please?” her daughter approached her. You sighed, your little girl has the rebellious and mischievous trait from her father. She wanted to be a fighter and often hung out around and amazed at the trained men in the tribe. She wanted to go with them and watch them hunt food. “They are hunting and going farther today, so I can’t allow you,” you reasoned out. Your daughter pouted in response. “And no usage of Evol, you promised,” you followed. This is the dangerous part of handling her, she retaliates by using it in any form, especially when she gets hurt. Both of you discovered it when she was being teased for having a different hair color. Next thing you knew, the kid was crying because she broke his toy in a dark red mist. ‘Ugh, I carried her for nine months after a literal explosion and deserted in a field, squeezed her out of my body and looked like a spitting image of her father,’ you thought whenever you remember it.

You sat down beside her. Despite her age, your daughter has the trait of being mature and understanding, again, just like Sylus. “I want to ask you something, dear,” you said. The girl looked up to you. “Do you want to go to another place? It is much better there,” you asked. “We going now?” she asked back. As young as she is, you did tell her the general situation of things, but her appearance made her realize that she is different from the tribe. “Yes, sadly. They are going further for safety,” you said. “We would be much safer and have more access to the city,” The daughter hummed and looked at the fields, probably thinking about what to decide. “It’s okay, I’ll give you more time-” you stopped when she hugged your waist. “Okay, Mama,” she answered. You were surprised at how fast she responded and you are always grateful for having a good daughter as you hugged her in return.

“I heard the city people while trading goods… Someone important arrived in the city,” the warrior said. Your daughter is hearing their conversations as she is huddled in a basket attached to a horse. Before the warriors depart for a hunt, she sneaks in the basket while you are sleeping. “There is one ship that landed near our hunting spot, but it looked harmless. There is only one camp there but there is not much activity around it… There it is,” Your daughter peeked and saw a huge ship. It only has one illuminated bonfire beside it.

The warriors did make a camp to rest. The girl remained inside the basket, hearing the conversations. “That ship… I only saw one man going out there,” one of the warriors said. “He has the same color as hers… White-haired and has red eyes,”

“Do you think they are from the same place?” one asked. “We did find her in the same type of ship.” The little girl’s eyes widened as she knew it was her mother. Despite being very young, she was hearing a lot of things from adults that she knew she wasn’t supposed to hear.

The warriors are sleeping when she is able to get out of the basket, put her hood on her cloak on and went to the direction of the ship. The little girl is curious about the stories she has been hearing, but it all started when she accidentally eavesdropped on you and the healer talking.

“I assumed that your daughter looked more like her father,” the old woman said. You chuckled. “Yes, she is so much like her father,” you answered. “We saw a ship that looked like when you arrived here but it was going towards the city,” You were surprised by this information. “The warriors said they didn’t see any white-haired man with red eyes,” You were saddened, it's been many years but you are still longing for Sylus. “I feel you are missing him,” she said. “Oh dear, we can arrange your travel if you decide to go back,”

“I am aware of that but… She is still young,” you said. “I’m just making sure she is well for the journey,” The old woman chuckled. “Well, she has been going with the warriors a lot, so I think she would be one,” You chuckled as well in response. “Don’t underestimate children, my dear. They have huge potential despite their innocence in the world,” the old woman said.

“I just thought that… He would find us sooner or later,” you said, opening up your long-time anxieties.

“Dear, even if it takes long if he indeed loves you, he will search for you till the end of the world. Though I understand your longing,” she said. “The tribe is in a remote place, yet I’m still hoping you three would meet again,”

The girl hears her mother cry many times because of this man who is supposed to be his father. She pouted remembering it again. She doesn’t have much information, she just hears a lot that she looks like him. She heard stories of the ships belonging to a bad man, so she thinks her father is bad. But why would her Mama go to a man like him? He didn’t search for them, she heard he didn’t even know her Mama had a baby, who was her. Her mother got into the tribe because she was taken away by a ship that looked in front of her at that moment.

Why didn't he search for them? Did he forget about them?

As she hides from the distance, she can see a man being illuminated by the bonfire. She was wondering why the man was alone. Upon looking closer, the man is looking at a small item but it was too far for her to see. The man is tall, wears a cloak, has… White hair and red eyes.

In reaction, she accidentally sat down in shock, making the leaves rustle. Before she could go elsewhere, a force enveloped her, and was dragged from her hiding to the bonfire area.

Red eyes stared at her. She was enveloped in fear more. Whoever his man is, he looks mean. “Someone was being sneaky,” he said in a deep voice. Black and red mists enveloped her more, his right eye turning red. “Stop!” she yelled, mists appearing around her. The mists from the man quickly disappeared, making her fall down and instinctively scooting away from him. The man looked shocked and looked at his hand for a second before going back at her. He tried it one more time and the mist could grab her arm. She yelled and glared at him, her eyes emitting a red glow from the covered hood, black and red mists swirling around her, disabling his hold on her. Her eyes gazed at the man intently, suddenly she was hearing something while gazing into his eyes. She is hearing a familiar name and the desire to see her and their child again. Both are shocked as her powers reach the limit and quickly dissipate, stopping the voice and the mists. The man halts his either, being surprised that she can do that.

Sylus was not surprised that the mysterious little girl in front of him had the same Evol as his, he was surprised that she was fast and strong enough to use her Evol against him at her age. Sylus took reigns and used his Evol to grab her, as she seemed to have reached her limit already. “Let me go, you’re the mean man!” she exclaimed. “You are a kid sneaking up in a vast field in the middle of the night. I’m assuming you have business with me,” he spoke. “I would be the mean man if you continue to thrash… Like a hissing kitten,” he followed. Calling this kid like a kitten reminded him of you, especially when you first met him.

The girl quickly stopped but crossed her arms while being levitated. “This ship scares my tribe! Leave us alone!” she said. His eyebrow was raised before he hummed as he gently set her down. “I guess our business aligns then. Why don’t we have a deal?” Sylus said. The hooded girl looked at him. “I’m looking for someone,” he continued. “If you help me find that person I was looking for, I will leave your tribe alone, even offer protection, if you fancy,”

“No, you will just double-cross me or something, we don’t need you to protect, you bad man,” she answered. Well, smart little girl, Sylus thought. “I uphold my deals, sweetie,” Sylus said. “I might be a bad man, but I do the end of my bargain, don’t worry,”

The girl squints her eyes as if she is thinking hard. She doesn’t have much leverage in this matter. “Okay, but you have to tell me who are you looking for,” Sylus looked in the distance, he held the small item he was holding earlier. The crow brooch. “A woman,” he said. “She was in a ship that crashed here many years ago,” he then proceeded to describe that woman. Her eyes widened when he mentioned the crash but covered because of the hood. The girl thought the description he said, there is a certain longing to that and is very similar to what you look like. She snapped her thoughts as she thought she would protect you. “I might know someone,” she answered. Sylus glared. “‘Might’ is not a good retort,” he said. “I am not here to waste time,” he said as the sound of flapping wings and cawing was heard. A black bird landed on his shoulder. It cawed softly beside him and Sylus listened as if he understood him.

“Mephisto is telling me that there is a group of warriors nearby,” he said. “They are the warriors from my tribe,” the little girl said. “Okay, we will leave them be,” Sylus said. The girl was relieved somewhat to hear that. He looked at her slyly. “Let me guess, you sneaked in by them?” The little girl was surprised and looked away, making him chuckle. “They will leave in the dawn but if we follow them, they will notice,” she followed. Sylus hummed. “Don’t worry, he will fly again to see where we will be heading,” Sylus said. “Okay, but I do know how to navigate back,” the little girl said. “I’ll help to find that person you want. The elders might know that crash,” Sylus glared at her but let her be.

“So his name is Mephisto?” she asked, looking at the bird preening beside him. “Yes, I made him,” he replied. The girl was confused and looked closer, he was indeed mechanical. “Whoa… I thought he was a real bird,” Sylus smirked, basking in the compliment. He lets Mephisto roam the skies again as he flies in his order. “The winds will get stronger tonight, he shouldn't roam long,” the little girl said. Sylus looked above and felt the wind, thinking she did have a sense of survival skills. “You better rest, we have a long day of travel back. It’s not that far,” she followed and lay down, her head resting on the log. Out of nowhere, a bag was thrown at her. “What-” she said, realizing it was a sleeping bag. She looked at Sylus, who was already lying down from a distance. Her eyes squinted, making her wonder how her mother fell in love with such a man. It wasn’t long before she fell asleep from the long travel and anxious thoughts.

Sylus wakes up early and looks at the girl, who is still sleeping in the sleeping bag. He has a hunch of why she sneaked up on him last night, far deeper reasons than the tribe. As he packed up his things, he looked at the small trinket attached to his bag, it was the pouch you gave him when you were stuck with him in the grasslands. He always remembered you wherever he went, bringing something that reminded him of you. He wanted to get to the tribe fast to learn if his intel was true. He stood up and reached out to the little girl to wake up. She gasped before doing so and used her Evol to stop his hand.

The girl looked at him angrily. “Sweetie, it is only me,” he said. “I… Okay,” the girl releases his hand. “Please don’t do that. I don’t like people sneaking up on me,” she said. She doesn’t want her hood to be lowered down. “Oh, but you sneaking up on me last night was alright?” he crossed his arms but smirked. She blushed in embarrassment. “I was going to talk to you! I just don’t know the timing!” she defended. “It’s just… I don’t like someone pulling my hood down. My hair is weird,” she said. “How so?” Sylus said. “Other kids tease me of how weird it looks, so I often wear a hood,” she replied, making a half lie. She does get teased but she doesn’t care, she retaliates even. She doesn’t want him to give other ideas as they look alike. “Hmm, don’t listen to them, as far as I’m concerned, you can confront and defend yourself,” he said as he brought his bag. His statement has a hint of truth, she often does it as she wants to show them she isn’t backing down but something stops her thoughts. “That’s…” she trailed off. Sylus stopped as she pointed at the pouch. “Did… Did the person you’re looking for give that to you?” The little girl asked. Sylus didn’t respond, but the girl knew the answer. “I… I’m familiar with that pouch,” she said. “... My tribe does that,” Sylus responded with a hum. “Well, adds more reason to visit your tribe then,”

Despite the windy weather in the grasslands, Sylus and the little girl continued to travel. The two had been walking for a while now and all they could see was seemingly endless grass. The little girl looked at Sylus while they were staying for a break. He was looking a bit uncomfortable, probably due to the heat. “I didn’t know you had encountered my tribe before, they often are remote,” she said. “It was… An accidental event,” he answered. “And that person you were looking for, she gave that pouch, right?” she said. “You said it was many years ago… Do you think she is still-” she stopped as she felt the intense glare from the man. “She is important to me, far more than you imagined,” he said with a rough, pained voice as he returned his gaze to the food he was cooking. “What if somehow you meet her again?” the little girl asked, anticipating his answer. “Then, the world will be much better again,” She felt the yearning in his answer. “I will make sure she will be mine this time and… Not lose her and our child again,” he continued. The little girl internally gasped, she was surprised but masked it quickly. She felt his gaze again. “I believed they survived. It was… A challenge to find her this time,” he spoke. She felt the pain in his voice as if he had been searching for that long.

There were a lot of thoughts in the little girl’s head, especially him saying “Our child”. “You know, I was curious what the city looks like,” the little girl said. “I’ve been hearing stories, I heard it was scary,” she followed. “A bad man was going around, no one knows him but many people are scared of him,” Sylus didn’t answer but listened to her. “My mother was considering visiting and maybe staying there for good,” she said. “Maybe if you hold your end of the bargain, I can show you and your mother around,” Sylus said. “Why only your mother? Where is your father?” he casually asked. The little girl looked sad in response. “I don’t know, he probably had left us. My mother is still waiting for him to return,” He remained silent, remembering luck was not on his side since, he was still searching for the love of his life and his little one.

They continued to walk as the winds were getting stronger. The little girl looked up and saw Mephisto struggling to fly. “He should be getting down, the winds are howling but it would be temporary!” She yelled as the winds were noisy. “He would be fine, I would just repair him,” he said. She sees Sylus started to struggle in walking. The girl looked above again and saw Mephisto losing control to fly and was thrown back and falling. She ran while looking at the trajectory where the mechanical bird might fall. Sylus was surprised that she would still run for the bird. Despite struggling, she jumped to catch Mephisto, bracing for the rough fall on the grass. She opened her eyes and saw herself floating, with an energy holding around her. Looking back, she sees Sylus with his hand out, using his Evol while holding onto the grass. Mephisto cawed weakly on her hold, she fixed herself, making sure she was still hooded as Sylus brought them back to him.

They continued walking when the winds calmed down. She held Mephisto, who had his wing broken. Despite being mechanical, the little girl is still worried. “I told you, I can fix him later. He is fine,” Sylus reassured. Mephisto cawed in response and was calm under the girl’s hold as if he were grateful for catching him.

Sylus looked at the girl again, remembering the time she was running towards the bird. Her hair was white, and her eyes were red, just like his. But she looks so much like you. Her face, her powers, her personality, her past… He remembered his dreams of holding his little girl. He had the intense urge to protect her in realization, using his Evol to make sure she was safe.

“Look!” she yelled as she pointed at the distance, seeing huts and goats roaming. “We have arrived!”

[hawthorne-bias]

ngl i’ve been team cap all the way ever since the movie came out. I’m a loyal lady what can i say 😌💅💍 <33 but I can’t believe I’m seeing u post for steve too hehe—first loki then him omg *bows dramatically* ultron! steve is my favorite of the bunch, then after that it’s the winter soldier steve bc damn… gosh don’t make me thirst over someone else pls i’m having a hard enough time staying focused on one blorbo rn as it is 😂

OH EM GEE—

rest assured, babes, now that you have told me you're a steve girlie, i WILL make sure you fall even harder for him—though i don't think it is possible considering you have been loyal to the man for so long, and that's proof enough of how much of a goner you're for him—still, i am going to try my best to add steve to your current list of blorbos, hehe (sylus won't pout too much though, would he? xD)

also, kass, your tastes are simply *CHEF'S KISS*x10

my favourite moment of ultron!steve has to be when he meets clint's family—he looks sooo cuteee here, doesn't he?

(i high-key wanted to smooch the living daylights out of him in this scene here, like, *MWAH MWAH MWAH*^n (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶))

honorary—very necessary—mention:

(i was looking sooo respectfully at captain rogers here; i swear i was!) (;P)

maybe this too, yeah:

(look at how utterly adorably the cutie-patootie sniffs his drink here, babes (╥﹏╥)) (also his outfit for the party... DAYUM)

winter soldier!steve too holds a rly special place in my heart, yes yes (◡‿◡✿) and i know i'm repeating right now, but you've a very good taste, babes; i love it very much—ILYVM <333

[windser]

conflicted contrast (3/?)

pairing: mc x sylus (soulmate!au) wc: 1.6k+ rating: t

a/n: i have so many drafted ideas for this and few other sylus dynamics. but here is a direct continuation from this work! i doubt future additions will remain linear, ill probably just bounce around scenes but i love them a lot already!! honestly, feel free to send questions or specific requests about this dynamic to help me explore more

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'sorry, I'm not into subs.'

it's probably not your shining moment, especially not with your supervisor less than half a foot away. there is a cough from your right, definitely from the officer trying to reign in his reaction.

yet, the leader of onichynus—your soulmate—finds humor in it all. his laugh, strong but low, isn't as shocking as deep-bellied amusement, but it may as well have been, given the guard's surprised reaction. apparently, outside of his request to see you, this man had given them nothing.

this man who—

"sylus."

you look up, your eyes having subtly mapped out his body in curiosity about where such a phrase could be etched. it obviously wasn't as prominent as yours.

he waits until your eyes meet. "my name," he says, as if reading your thoughts. a hint of a smile curls his lips. "as for my mark, perhaps that's a show for private times. but I assure you, i have been waiting for those words for a long, long time."

and you understand because even when you had given up, you too had played the waiting game, always wanting to at least know what the words 'you're beautiful' sounded like on fated lips.

but now...

well, there wasn't much left to this story. your soulmate was a criminal captured by the UNICORNS organization, and that was the end of it.

this moment was likely the most private and last opportunity the two of you would have together. and it wouldn't even be just the two of you, as the other two parties in the room were likely desperate to use this chance to get what they wanted from him.

you were just a proxy.

akey to his lips.

"sylus, are you indeed the leader of the illegal organization onichynus?"

despite the words leaving jenna's mouth, sylus's gaze never leaves yours.

"is that what you really want to know?"

the sigh that escapes your lips is heavy, carrying the weight of how difficult he plans to make this for everyone involved. shifting your weight to one foot, you meet him with an equally measured look.

"do you need my permission to speak to others?"

his answering grin tells you everything you need to know and opens the abyss to more inquiries you didn't realize you had an itch to know.

feeling prompted, you ask the same question.

"yes."

now it's confirmed what everyone already suspected, but sylus doesn't offer more than that, leaving jenna to ask more about the operations. unsurprisingly, he only acknowledges the questions when you mimic them.

"we deal with the movements of the N109 zone that you all are too pure to taint yourselves with."

it's likely not exactly what jenna had in mind, but it was something. so she asks another inquiry about specific attributes of such dynamics, to which sylus waits patiently for you to repeat. this goes on for the next few questions until you're both irritated by the redundancy and vagueness of it all.

nothing he has said has exposed itself as more than what the UNICORNS already had on file. at most, all they got out of this operation was a face.

Sure, they had the leader, but what was a figurehead when the heart of the organization was still running rampant within its own borders? at least it could be said that what he build was competent in his absence. though more could be said about the lack of rescue attempts.

"why are you modifying protocores?"

this was the first question of your own, and because his gaze had never left yours, sylus acknowledges it with a raised brow.

"because it makes them better." your frown deepens, and in noticing sylus yields more information. "If protocores were to be left in their current state, it would be similar to extracting a gem and leaving it unrefined. to truly want to extract its beauty, it must be cultivated." it's common sense really, goes unsaid but his tone holds the intent.

jenna doesn't propose the next question, so you take the opportunity to poke more.

"and what do you do with these advanced protocores?" it's not meant to be a compliment, but acknowledging that they were better than anything the UNICORNS had in inventory was a simple fact.

sylus doesn't answer immediately. he seems to be rolling his response around his tongue before deciding on the preferred taste.

"the wanderers are an issue to both sides, along with the other unsavory characters that associate themselves with the entire mess. we utilize our resources as we see fit."

with that, he confirms what had been speculated—that onichynus wasn't the only force making waves in the N109 zone and, by the sound of his distaste, they were not pleased with the fact.

"and what is the end goal of said resources?" jenna enunciates her question by stepping further into the room. it's an obvious authority play, something even sylus acknowledges with a barely-there smirk.

whatever is written on your face is easily read by him, so he humors her by responding directly for the first time, "whatever we want."

and that was the last of any relevant information either of you were able to get out of the man. he would always give you some sort of response, or at least his lips always moved with sound.

but questions like "how many members are in onichynus?" were met with answers like "i enjoy chocolate mousse cake but hate when they add cherries on top. what's your favorite dessert?" to the point where jenna decided to call it for the night, to sylus's humored dismay.

"we were just getting to know each other."

which was hilarious because, aside from knowing his apparently favorite confectionary sweet and his preferred exercise routine to blow off steam, he was every bit of the mystery of the man you'd walked in on.

it was a shame, really, because at the end of it all, you were finding your soulmate to be interesting, to say the least. a shame that intrigue came from the fact that he was a notorious criminal with more affiliations than UNICORNS could ever hope to pin on him.

you suppose you could at least admit to yourself that he was attractive. the pale, ashy hair complemented his eyes well. he was certainly built like a leader who liked to get things done on his own terms rather than delegate.

the biggest folly, really, that he just wasn't your type.

which is odd, because why would the stars align your lives with incompatible dynamics? If you needed a man to look at you for permission every time he spoke, you'd just get a dog.

perhaps it was best he was locked up, otherwise, you'd be the one forced to collar him.

"if I am to accept this will be my 'last meal,' could i at least get one request of my own?"

jenna pauses in her monologue of reading of rights, a long, drawn-out literature of things that are hearsay and probably won't even apply to a highly classified criminal such as him.

it's fair for her to be affronted by the inquiry, because not only has he not yet been offered his 'last meal,' it's the fact that it's you he's looking at.

he seems to wait for everyone to reach that pinnacle before he continues, "nothing untoward, i promise, as I am very much secured." as if the steel walls weren't enough, he makes a flimsy attempt to shake the handcuffs at his wrist.

reminded, your eyes flicker to the affronted restraints before raising to meet his. "what?"

his grin should have been the first warning.

"if you could at least humor the facade of privacy by coming closer."

it should be a threat. and definitely should not be considered.

but outside of the truth of him being a criminal, he is also, unfortunately, your soulmate. and while your spirits are not bound through mortality, you doubt he would do anything regardless.

it's Jenna who gives you the longest look before leaving the rest to you.

and from there, all that is left is a metaphoric cat and it's curiosity.

it doesn't take many steps for you to close the distance. as you approach, the man spreads his legs wider as if in accommodation, but you stop before accepting the obvious offer. it earns you the first proper smile rather than his muted smirk.

he leans forward instead, to close the distance himself, arms still held at a certain angle due to them being locked in a loop around the chair. from this position, the best he could do was tilt his chin up from a bowed head.

"are you disappointed?"

he's talking about himself. his attachment to you. the twine that intermingles your souls. and it's the first genuine set of words that you hear from his mouth besides his name.

"aside from the obvious, i'm not sure. if you'd chosen a different profession, perhaps you could have had the opportunity to prove me wrong."

which, down the road, or perhaps in a few moments, you would learn was both the wrong and right thing to say.

for in the next breath, his chest evened out, and behind his back, his pointer finger twitched once, and you all heard the clink of the cuff unlocking.

"well, with an opportunity like that, how can I resist, sweetie?"