𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 for lads & my bestie, sylus
𐔌՞. .՞𐦯 mostly writing heart-fluttering fluff and the occasional angst ✧˚ ༘ ⋆
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𓆰⋆.˚ sylus's little twins — how a love purer than any shapes a family (lucian & kyros!)
newest additions:
╰⪼the little twins as: newborns ⋆｡°✩
╰⪼ride with me! a luke qin vlog ⋆｡°✩
╰⪼kitten protection program ⋆｡°✩
╰⪼mama & papa on: baby talk ⋆｡°✩
╰⪼lucian on: being caught in the middle ⋆｡°✩
╰⪼uncle valko on: little creatures ⋆｡°✩
╰⪼mama & papa on: taking the fall ⋆｡°✩
╰⪼a smack! of jellies ⋆｡°✩
something to get you started:
ʕ•ᴥ•ʔっ♡ to be devoured, to be held; sylus x you
ʕ•ᴥ•ʔっ♡ two birds on a wire; sylus & his family
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Hi! I’m a ginormous fan of your family fics with the double twins!! I was just wondering if you ever considered putting the series on ao3 so it could be read all at once? I’ve been keeping up with it since you first started posting the series and I was just curious 💗💗💗
hehe i will work on this as soon as i can!! i've just been trying to figure out how to format ++ find time to do it <3 thank u for loving the twinnies!!
Lucian probably once told the class he only sleeps in a car. Nr. Raf called up Mama and Papa and lowk asked them about their financial status.
Of course he finds out that Lucian means a race car bed.
IM CRYING the amount of times he's almost called child protective services on this family because of the kids yapping 😭🙏
poor Mr. Raf just has a heart attack every time the twins open their mouths, especially Lucian. Equally poor mama has to explain his ramblings every time there is an incident report.
"I only sleep in da car. Papa put me in my car to sleep."
Lucian says today he only sleeps in the car. Just wanted to confirm if this is true?
no, actually, it's his racecar bed. his bed is a literal racecar.
"I jump off the stairs so my papa look at me."
Lucian said something very alarming about trying to jump off the stairs to get his father's attention?
No, Raf, I promise his papa is already looking and catches him every time
"My biggies brothers says I will espode because watermelon. I die."
Lucian has expressed distrubing threats from his brothers about exploding and dying— and watermelons?
NO, it was a prank a long time ago. We're so sorry.
"Papa has big, scary dog friend. He comes to house, bring me and Kee-ro chocolate."
??? I didn't really understand this, but this is verbatim.
Their father has a business partner who... is very fond of dogs. He often comes over with gifts. They are not scared of him.
"Unka-Keweb throws me up! Up high in the airplane and— fly— wee! Then crash."
PLEASE tell me this boy isn't being flung around like a pancake.
NO he isn't, his uncle's evol is gravity manipulation— they like to pretend they're airplanes.
"My mama turned into cat."
?
I did.
You okay?
I'm fine.
Should I be concerned?
No, thank you anyway.
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Sylus' hand stops just as he pokes at something in Mephisto's insides, the tool in his hand that you honestly forgot the name of being put down in favor of listening to you.
"I suppose I can," he nods, studying the way the spark in your eyes seemed to just get a bit brighter. "Why do you ask?"
It's instinctive for you to rein in your excitement, he notes. When he poses even the slightest question towards your interests, good or bad, you get flustered and retreat. Like a frightened cat seeking shelter in a corner. It's no different now, when you pull back, shaking your head and waving it off.
"No reason." the words leave you quickly, and you retreat just as swiftly under the pretense of having forgotten to do something.
A few days later, you hear a foreign screeching accompanying Mephisto's outside. Well, other than Luke screeching about another 'stupid bird' knocking something over. Making your way out of the house, you come to stand beside Sylus, who seems far too focused on the two soaring figures above.
One of them familiar. Like an old friend you made for yourself as a child, resurfacing after so many years.
"Since when did you have an owl?" you ask quietly, hesitant and just barely containing yourself from asking a million questions.
Sylus doesn't face you, but he does lift a hand and extend it to the air, hand open. To your utter surprise, it isn't his beloved crow making landfall on his limb, but the new owl, twitching and peering at you curiously.
"Actually," he says, lowering his arm and extending it to you now, letting his creation take you in all your glory, "she's yours."
🌷NOTES FROM THE AUTHOR
Some backstory: I've REALLY liked birds since I was a kid. I'm not a huge nerd about them but I really like them, ESPECIALLY owls, ravens, doves and love birds (I ACTUALLY HAD TWO A FEW YEARS BACK!!). So when I first saw Sylus with Mephie I instantly fell in love (w/ Mephie, not Sylus lol).
All this to say,,,,, if I can't have an actual owl, I'll settle for a fic. And I want to pet one in real life just ONCE!
Your first date with Valko makes you believe that life can be kind after all.
1,204 words. fluff, coffee shop dates, flirty banter, short & sweet, f!reader, cross-posted on ao3
a/n: This fic was heavily inspired by the Taylor Swift song "Begin Again" because as we await the news of Valko's return, we also await a new beginning with him :D
Also, this is like my 10th fluffy fic in a row omg :O Usually I slide in some angst here and there, but I figured we've all been through a lot this past month lol
dividers by @diviniyae | ao3 link here
Life finds you on a strange summer day and pushes you to find yourself. Sometimes she arrives through fear, other times she finds you through hope, but she never fails to catch up to you no matter how fast you run.
In the bright morning of this brand new day, she finds you through the windows of a cozy coffee shop in the form of a tall, handsome man.
You scheduled a date with Valko days prior, all because you were drunk on your feelings and the haze felt like Heaven. Back then, he was just a friend you met through meetings he attended with the Hunter’s Association. He shared his chocolates with you, told you all about the newest Protocore shipments, and even said his family was “a little wild” when you had asked about the auntie he loves to mention. Your curiosity had always lingered at the end of every conversation, but you never could have guessed Valko felt the same.
However, now that you’re facing the results of your impulsive decision, you face it with bated breaths, shaky hands, and a mind that tells you it’s better to run than to begin anew.
But before you can do so, Valko looks up from his phone and sees you staring at him through the coffee shop window. The breeze chooses that time to mess up your hair, yet his delighted laugh remains as clear as day.
You place one foot in front of the other until the cool atmosphere of the café and the smell of coffee meets you, and when you do, Valko is right there by the entrance.
“Good morning,” he says. “Haven’t seen you in forever.”
You roll your eyes playfully, knowing the last time the two of you met was three days ago. Nevertheless, you spare him a smile for his ego to latch onto.
He isn’t spared for too long, however.
“I wish it stayed that way,” you tease.
“Ouch.” Valko makes the show of placing his hand on his chest. “Weren’t you the one who asked to go on a date with me? I thought you were being genuine.”
He then leads you to where he was just sitting. Two cups are on the table, the one in front of you labeled with the exact way you liked your coffee. Peculiar, considering you told him that ages ago, but the fact he remembered makes your heart flutter anyway.
“It should still be warm,” Valko assures. He takes a sip of his own cup, and the glow of his lips are not lost to you as you watch the simple act with more attention than necessary. “If not, I can ask the baristas to remake it for you.”
“It’s okay! This is…”
Perfect.
When has life ever been perfect?
You let yourself smile as you take a sip. Strangely enough, it doesn’t burn your lips like usual. Instead, the taste lingers just as long as realization does. It’s the first time in a long time where your morning coffee doesn’t feel mundane, but rather something much sweeter.
“The mocha chocolate is good here,” he comments, a sheepish smile on his face. “I might visit more often just for that.”
“They’d stop serving you after your fifth cup.”
“Only five? Are you underestimating me?”
Placing your cup back on the table, you counter his grin with your straight face. “I swear, there isn’t a single soul on this planet who likes chocolate more than you do, Chairman Wolfie.”
Valko scoffs. “Chairman Wolfie, huh? And here I thought I had a reputation for being intimidating.”
“You’re the least intimidating person I’ve ever met.”
You can see his expression melt until it becomes one with the sunlight shining on him. His eyes, amber and as precious as gold, turn into what you believe happiness would look like if it were to show itself to you. And his smile softens, less cocky now and almost… shy?
Odd. Out of all the words in the dictionary, you would never have guessed that shy would become one to describe Valko.
“That means a lot,” he says, and you can sense the depth your kind pebble traversed in the seas of his soul. “Thank you.”
You take another sip of your coffee to hide your lingering curiosity. Questions upon questions topple each other in your mind to try to get asked first, but they can remain there until the time is right.
For now, there is only one spectacle to put your attention to.
“Rapid fire questions,” you offer, eliciting a look of intrigue from your date. “I ask ten questions and you answer with the first thing you have in mind. Got it?”
“Is this what you usually do on first dates?”
“Hush,” you tap the table with your nails. “I’m the one asking questions, remember?”
Valko simply sits back with his arms crossed, the gesture showing more of his arms than you thought possible. A shame that it’s hidden underneath his hoodie — perhaps you could use his arms as a pillow someday. In a perfect world, where life meets you in a love as warm as Valko’s, perhaps you could have something good for the first time in forever.
I’m getting too ahead of myself.
“If you could live anywhere in this world, where would you live and why?”
“The forest,” Valko answers instantly, but the reasoning takes a little longer and a couple sips of his mocha chocolate to reveal. “It’s peaceful, and the moon looks beautiful there. I should take you someday.”
“What if I prefer the sun?” you ask, teasing.
“Then I’ll take it as a sign that you’re enjoying our date, and I’ll take you to more coffee shops in the future.”
The morning sun continues to shine through the coffee shop’s window, capturing the both of you in its warm welcome. Blinding as it is, it doesn’t stop you from noticing the glint in his eyes or the way he constantly pats his head as if he’s hiding something in his hair. It also doesn’t stop you from smiling, proving his point entirely.
“Any other questions?” Valko asks. “I can be interviewed all day if that’s what makes you happy.”
“Nothing else. I’m satisfied with what I’ve gathered.”
“And that is?”
Bravely, possessed by the desire to begin anew, you place your hand atop his. Your answer sits as gently and as loud as this soft gesture, leaving no room for the doubts and fears your mind used to conjure up. “I’m happy to be here with you.”
Life has a way of surprising you. Oftentimes it’s through unpleasant experiences and instances of horrible luck, but today, its presence is gentler. Like the sunlight that caresses your skin, the golden gaze that admires you from head to toe, the heart that opens itself for you.
And the light of your life simply watches with awe as you find your way to him. Placing soft kisses on your knuckles, which have fought battles he knows nothing about, tenacity makes way for you to begin anew.
“Perfect,” Valko whispers with a gaze full of reverence.
With every second you spend with him, it becomes easier to believe in that.
a/n: I have a feeling one of Valko's Tender Moments cards is going to have this exact vibe. Infold better release him soon omgggg
Thank you for reading! Any form of interaction is appreciated. Take care :D
Sylus loved his family, of course. You, were always at the forefront of his mind, the twins the two souls he'd been caring about for so long he hardly remembers a time he wasn't, and Mephisto, the ever loyal companion. All of them, he'd give everything and more. Especially now, with the little addition to your family.
So maybe, some leeway should be given when he takes a bit of pleasure from. . . pranking them.
It started small. Long days filled with things he'd rather ignore in favor of you and his child, but he doesn't. Things that sap him of his energy and time. So, when he comes home, there's not a lot of either for the two of you, but he does his best with the few he has.
It'd been days since he properly held his daughter, kissed her chubby cheeks, sang her a (horribly-sung) lullaby. Too long, it's been since she's tested her teeth and used him as her personal chew toy. But any scrap of time he has, he spends it with her.
Like now.
"Come on, you can do it," he goads even more, adding to the fuel that is her frustration, with his stupid smirk being the candle that lights the fire.
She's chewing on the curve of his palm, little brows knitted together, and a low growl vibrating against his skin after every failed attempt.
Normally, daddy would be more than happy to get rid of her woes. So what does the little dragon do when he's the very reason?
Try as she might, her teeth are simply too small, and her papa so very mischievous. So, it isn't long until she's crying, frustrated little tears leaving her as her father's smirk grows, before he's taking her into his arms.
"There there, no need for that," he cooes, like he hasn't spent the last five minutes screwing with a toddler. Her eyes shine like wet rubies, as she leans her head against his hand, letting his fingers wipe at her tears.
"You're just like your mother," he says fondly, in the voice that she recognizes as love. Then, hearing you in the doorway, he doesn't hesitate to speak, "A sore loser."
She tilts her head before he can question it, his thumb catching on her teeth. His surprised wince makes his wife laugh to herself as she enters.
"That's a good girl," you smile, watching as your husband does his best to show his sincere, humble apologies to your daughter.
Eventually she relents, little teeth letting him go in favor of reaching out to mama. In any other case, he would've pouted playfully for your attention and hers, but for now, he's content to sit back. Despite the weight of the day, he can always rely on his girls to soothe it.
🌷 NOTES FROM THE AUTHOR
My dad used to do this w/ my littlest sister lmao.
Cooking up something big I may or may not publish later/tomorrow !! I'm trying to take it easy (which in my case is writing/playing games) because I have a college entrance exam on Sunday, so wish me luck !!!
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Raised in the light and shadow of Lord of the Rings, these babies are very meticulous when it comes to who’s pretending to be who.
And though Sylus would like to believe he is Aragorn— and regularly reminds his twins that that is who he intends to play (they ignore him)— he actually is Gandalf. Why?
“White hair,” is all Kyros spares him, taking the plastic sword away and handing him the very expensive replica of Gandalf’s staff. He wobbles a little at the weight, but manages. “You weezur!”
“You have white hair too, why can you be Frodo?” Sylus frowns, surprised at how irked he is by the rejection. He places the nylon strings of his fake beard on with a sigh.
“Pre-ten, papa,” Kyros tuts. “Jus’pre-ten.”
“I’m here!” You’d announce, walking in with your preferred character of the day. Yesterday it had been Arwen, which they approved thankfully. Today, you wear a white wig in a half-up and hold a plastic bow to your hip. “Guess who!”
Lucian’s frown should be studied. Far too profound to be that of a four year old’s. He’s already shaking his head at you, and handing you a beard. “Samooman.”
“What?!” you shriek. Sylus snorts behind his own beard. “Baby, try again.”
“No, mama, you Samooran.” Kyros agrees without so much as looking at you.
“I’m Legolas.” you pout, taking the beard of shame and placing the nylon strings over your ears too. Sylus is snickering from where he stands and you launch a plastic plunger arrow towards him.
You’re sitting, knees to your chest on the carpet beside a similarly fashioned Sylus when Kieran and Luke come in. You smirk at their casual clothes— dark, dreary—clearly, they will be some orc or balrog or—
“You Leggylas,” Kyros says to Kieran, and you grunt. Sylus’s shoulders nudge yours in his disappointment.
He whispers bitterly, “He’s always Legolas.”
Your knee jerks in a little tantrum.
Lucian is digging through the prop chest when Luke strides past everyone, gets on his knees and announces his character. “I want to be Gimli today.”
Your laugh is coated in mockery. Sylus shakes his head with a wincing grin— yeah, right, like he has the right to make demands…
Much to his surprise, and to everyone else’s, he is fashioned in a cloak and a sword. Swarmed suddenly by both littles outfitting him like squires to a knight.
“Amacorn?” Kyros tilts his head at his twin at their work.
I just realized July is over and August is coming upon us and my thoughts just went to Lucian and Kyros 🥰 and how are they spending their summer with mama, papa and the biggies?
I also came upon this while reading a webtoon 😍
Are the Qin’s the type of family to go to a waterpark during summer?? Or the type to go skiing in the summer?
Imagining them doing both fills my heart with glee.
Stay hydrated Urs and stay cool (literally and figuratively)
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lizzie lizzieee ~ i’m doing well :) i hope u are teww! thank u for dropping in & checking on me hehe and WHAT WHATT THOSE ARE CUTEST LITTLE BABIES EVERR i see woosi & keewo floating around in papas pool like this at a few months old 100% 🥹💕
& aaaa! i love the thought of them at the waterparks & skiing.
im sure their biggie brothers would kidnap them and take them to try all the slides (even sneak them through the big ones despite them being too little for it— theyre tough, they’d argue). desperately tries to hide it from mama; but then theyre spotted going down the large swirly “hundred footer” and photographed, and of course punished. they spend the rest of the afternoon in the shallow pool after that, waiting under the giant bucket until it’s filled & they are doused in water, looking like wet red dogs of misery. the kids love it.
skiing, i think, sylus would be so good at (as we can assume from his tax bracket). and they’d be in the snowsuits that kind of blur their shape and turn them into squishy stars with cool shades, helmets (much to lucian’s dismay) and excited smiles. they stay on the littlest slope and slide down on a sled together most of the time. until they get older, and lucian’s natural affinity towards sports start to emerge & he’s rushing down the slopes alongside papa on his skis. meanwhile, kyros, who also knows how to ski but prefers riding on his parents’ shoulders down a slope patiently waits and makes small snow people of his family with mephisto.
& i also love them utilizing their beach house often. sylus learns to love the sun despite how it hurts his eyes. seeing his kids get all toasty beneath it like lizards to a heat lamp is enough, really. whole days at the beach, sticky ice cream fingers, and chasing crabs along the sand. wrestling with waves and racing on jet skis. they just love it.
but honestly; anywhere will be enough as long as theyre together. ☀️⛱️
the jessica trend... see urs this is why you can't be trusted. reading it felt like you gave me a boost and launched me into the clouds. i'm frolicking in a meadow of fluffiness. and then you just throw a brick straight to my face.
anyway i loved it.
AWWW THANK U ANGEL 🥹 this is so sweet, and im honored to have made u feel the way i did until the brick 😭 i didnt mean to but i promise i kissed it before the launch 😭✋🏼
That ‘comment on your a03 work’ email hits like a line of cocaine every time. unmatched dopamine increase. shoutout to everyone who leaves a comment on fics. you deserve the world
Can u PLEASE DO ONE with mc doing the Jessica trend on the twins? IT WOULD BE HILARIOUS 😭
this was so fun to write! we havent seen the babies fight in a while, so i really enjoyed weaving this together ❀(*´◡`*)❀. thanks for sending this innn, @parkuwu21 !! 💕
sylus & his family | sylus x reader
sylus has angels. you birthed him angels. they are, despite having a fiend for a father.
but he has come to the realization that young angels also get very disregulated, and sometimes to lengths he can neither reach nor console.
it is one of those days. nothing has been particularly jarring in the household, all routines have been accomplished and checked off their lists. and yet, lucian has found it acceptable to yank at his brother's hair, and kyros (in kind retaliation) has whipped him with the string of his pull along train.
and in the midst of sobbing— after sylus had hissed at them for hurting one another— he doesn't seem to know how to get them to stop.
"okay..." he gulps, pressing kyros's head to his chest while lucian is lying on the floor, kicking his ribs on the other side. the discomfort comes not from that, but from the fact that they don't seem to be listening. "that's enough now."
"angwi! angwi!" lucian squeaks, kicking mindlessly like an animal. the poor thing doesn't even know it's his papa he's hitting now. "bye-bye, kee-wo! now!"
"lucian!" sylus winces. enduring each unnaturally strong hit. "stop it."
"qui-eet!" kyros begs, hiding his face and gripping sylus's shirt until his knuckles are white. "woosian! ta'tup!"
"kyros!" sylus barks. "don't say that!"
and somehow that seemed to make things worse.
their screams pitch to an ungodly frequency. kyros warms in his arms— the only indication that he’s tapped into his evol and amplified his brother’s and his own’s expressions of grief. the glass frames and window panes begin to tremble.
you walk in, finally, after rushing out of the bath at the prolonged crying and raised voices. you find sylus in a helpless heap of wrinkled brows and angry mouths.
your first move is to drag lucian away from kicking distance. and your next— to sylus's surprise— is taking a lungful and bellowing, "josephine!"
the twins freeze. their screaming halting immediately. now, they hiccup and look around in the silence.
"josephine?!" they flinch. wide eyes search the room for the stranger you're calling for.
"jo, get over here!" and they scramble towards sylus's awaiting arms as you call for her again. spooked now, hackles rising, at the uncertainty of what you are doing.
you try not to giggle at the three of them looking around in confusion. their silhouette resembling a wild, confused, clumped together pokemon.
when you're sure the crying has stopped, you say, "okay, nevermind!"
"who dodepee?" lucian asks. calmer now, and more confused than he was ever angry. "dodepee in house?"
"she's not coming anymore." you tell him and comb back his sweat slicked hair from his forehead. "why were you crying?"
lucian's eyes turn to his feet. so you look at kyros, who is peeking out at you from the notch of sylus's shoulder. "ro, you too. what's going on?"
he sniffles and squeezes his eyes shut. but when he realizes you aren't going to drop the question, he mutters. "woosian noisy."
which triggers the other to defend himself. "kee-wo no play!"
"don't wanna to!"
sylus pulls them away from each other before it can get anymore physical than it has been. while you hiss, "jo—!"
and they shut their mouths.
you take a breath in through your nose, and wonder if you're projecting enough negativity for them to feel your disappointment. whatever you're putting out, sylus doubles it with that scary look on his face.
"papa, what are we going to do with mean little boys?" you sigh.
sylus clicks his tongue. immensely upset by this situation. the twins have fought before, sure, but never to such violent lengths.
lucian and kyros turn to him with wide eyes.
“maybe they should start sleeping in different rooms.” sylus ponders out loud, and the little scream at the thought.
“no, papa!” lucian begs, falling to his knees and clutching onto his shirt. “papa, i sorry!”
“i soowee!” kyros wails too, rubbing his eyes in frustration.
“just a little goodbye.” sylus prompts. your affirming nod makes them spiral.
“no goodbye!” sylus feels the tug on his clothes as lucian gets up and yanks his brother away by the legs and takes him in his arms. “my kee-wo! woomies!”
“kyros can sleep in the big bed, and papa can sleep with you in your bedroom. since you don’t like each other anymore.” you say, hands firmly planted on your hips. they wail.
“no!”
“what should we do then?” sylus demands.
they stare at you for a moment, then their father with pleading eyes. but when neither of you let up, and they remember that there is a scary third stranger you might call upon again, their shoulders sink.
“ah!” it’s kyros who scrambles up and yanks lucian by the hand towards the edge of the playroom. he thunks his head on the wall, shutting his eyes to stand still as a statue— his brother, who realizes his genius, does the same.
“we time out.” kyros calls out, voice crispy and frayed at the edges. “we no fight, nee’more.”
“i love you, kee-wo!” lucian says. reaching to search for his hand in the dark. “you’re my the best brother forever.”
“you too, woosian.” kyros sniffles, clutching on when they link fingers. “i— i no give you to dodepee.”
“mm!” lucian stomps anxiously on his spot. “don’t want dodepee!”
you— have found yourself stifling your giggles into sylus’s chest. he holds you against him and buries his own laughter into your hair.
“say something.” you whisper at him, shoving at his shoulder.
“me? they’re doing just fine on their own.” he chuckles, holding your wrists and watching as your children wriggle and stomp in their time-out bubble.
“how long, mama?” lucian asks, a forlorn tune.
you sigh, and yank sylus towards them. sylus kneels just between them and taps at their heads, neither dare to turn around.
“hitting each other will never solve your problems,” he rubs the softness of kyros’s head and then the squish of lucian’s cheek. “it won’t feel good after, either.”
lucian hiccups a sob and squeezes kyros’s hand tighter.
“we won’t separate you.” you tell them. their shoulders relax in sync. “but if you keep fighting like this, papa and i will have to find a way for neither of you to get hurt.
“and if that means being apart…”
“no…” they whimper.
“… or call josephine…”
sylus gives you a curious look. the twins stomp again. “noo!”
“then we will do what is necessary. do you understand?”
“yes, mama.” they say, nodding and thunking their little heads on the wall. sylus winces at the sound and places his palms between that space.
“okay,” you say, and lift the ban. “all done.”
you have never seen them move faster than they have before finding each other through blurry vision and engulfing each other in a hug. strings of sorries and love yous fill the air. and once they settle, you invite them all for a snack.
sylus cuts up the fruit and you arrange it into a lovely pattern on a large plate to share. the twins are gentle hearted and kind as they color rocket ships on the counter.
“sweetie, who’s josephine?” sylus finally asks. he places the kiwis on the side of your arrangement. they think it subtle, but you notice how the kids tune in too.
your smile is secretive and fond. reminded of the days when you would fight with caleb as children, and your grandmother josephine would whip your hands with hangers or hand you both knives and say “go on, get it over with”. bittersweet memories of a life so long ago, but tenderly cherished as a childhood well spent now.
sylus takes note of your expression and nods to himself, maybe he’ll figure it out later. but for now, he chuckles at you response.
“the scariest woman ever.”
the children will learn of her kindness, of her love and her disciplining. but, perhaps, they will never want to hear of her name again.
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after watching the hadestown proshot... an au where it's hades!sylus and persephone!reader
him falling so in love with you as he watched you picked flowers in your mother's garden. how you always seemed to glow brighter than any star in the sky. you're such opposites, but sylus can't help but remember what warmth from the sun up above felt like when you grazed his arm as opposed to the harsh burn of the flames down below. and oh, when you kissed him. he had existed for centuries, but this is the first time he truly felt alive. he felt how his blood pumped through his veins, how his heart would race at how you said his name, how he would have to wipe his hands off on his garments from how clammy his hands got.
you both fall hard and fast, being inseparable without each other.. but sylus can see what keeping you in the under ground is doing to you. your sparkle doesn't glimmer as bright, and your smile doesn't quite reach your eyes. so against his better judgment and his deep crippling fear of abandonment, he let's you go back to the ground above with only the promise you made of coming back after 6 months.
the first time was truly a test of his patience, he would count down to the second until you were back in his arms. he never wanted to rip off the heads of any other man more, than when he would watch the night turn into dawn on the day of your arrival. sylus wouldn't sleep, thinking that if he missed even a moment that it would already be time for you to go back once more.
sylus would never admit this to you, but he always felt a tinge of resentment every time you went. what was so great about the land up above that he couldn't provide you in his own kingdom? that's when he started building, hoarding. structures high and low began to take shape in hopes to imitate what you craved from up above. it was always just a teensy bit brighter, so much so that you had to start shielding your eyes whenever you crossed back over.
suddenly the urge to go back to the ground above got more enticing with each passing year and he knew it too. whenever he looked into your eyes, your desire was screaming out. where your thoughts were once filled with sylus, were now filled with you picking the freshest fruits from the trees or sharing a glass of wine with your friends. where you once clung to him like a lost child at the gates of the underground, you now ran with great furiosity into the arms of the spring.
his head fills with doubt as the months pass. his fears that were once quelled by your presence and reassurance began to bubble and boil over with your absence. there was one night during the end of your 6th month where sylus simply couldn't take it anymore. he couldn't bare to be apart from you any long that he decided to come early and pick you up himself. "that was not six months!"
sylus' fears and anxieties turned dark.. and instead of voicing his concerns, he turned cold. he kept those thoughts burried deep down in the depths of his soul. the thought of him admitting that he was losing you felt like he was being burned from the inside out. he'd rather have you resent him than ever face that fact.
but once he hears that song from orpheus and is faced with his reality, he breaks down. laid out in front of these children, his laborers and most importantly, his queen. he feels naked.. he feels ashamed. ashamed that he couldn't have just told you all his fears and resentments, ashamed that he let it get this far, and ashamed that he lost you beyond repair.
you love sylus so much that you hold him tightly in your arms as he cries into your embrace. he shakes and he wails as he feels the weight that he had been carrying all these years lift from his shoulders the instant he felt your heart beat against his. a song so beautiful it brings the world back into tune, back into time... and all the flowers will bloom.
you both knew that years of damage wasn't going to be fixed with one song, but it certainly a start. it was a bridge, an extended hand awaiting your own, a chance to take what was broken and make it whole. there were still the voices lingering in his head, but he knew that once fall came back around that things would only get better.
"wait for me?" you gave his hand a light squeeze, looking up at him with a hopeful gaze. "i will."
.... and hey know that i'm crying 🥴 the parallel's between them are crazy and the more i realize the crazier i get, so OUDHFVUHDFOUVHDOFU IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED THE HADESTOWN PROSHOT, HEY DO URSELF A FAVOR AND GET TO THE MOVIE THEATER
