MistWalker

This masterlist will only include my little ficlets. Any reblogs where I word vomit don't count.

I'll do my best to keep this updated, but I really do just use this blog to put my ideas in a place and sometimes they escape the drafts.

This is a NSFW blog. MDNI.

Mostly fluff 'n smut

I'm pretty much Sylus exclusive. I'm sorry other girlies :(

Dragons and Fairies (SFW for now) Fairy!Reader x Dragon!Sylus Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (Coming Soon)

King's Maid (NSFW) Maid!Reader x King!Sylus Eventual MC x Caleb on the side Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 |

Dragon Royalty (NSFW) Queen!Reader x King!Dragon!Sylus Dragon Royalty

Modern Life of Dating a Dragon (NSFW) Reader x Dragon!Sylus Reader is MC Ovulation Time | Sylus' Birthday | Sylus Rutting

Ancient Tastes (NSFW) Vampire!Reader x Dragon!Sylus You're Addicted

He always teases a careful line when trying to annoy you into engaging with him in your version of anger and fighting. He just can’t help himself. The way your face twists in mild annoyance in to finally see the fire in your eyes burn hot enough he almost felt a mild burning sensation on his skin. Your anger, frustration, annoyance- they were an intoxicating drug to him. You so rarely let such things overcome you, that when he sees it he wants to drown himself in your ire. You had no idea how alluring you were when you were trying to tear his head off with just your gaze.

Sometimes…. Sometimes he over does it, though.

Like Icarus, he believed his wax wings impervious to the heat of the sun.

“Mister Qin.” Your tantalizing voice dripped with frigid acid that burned its way to his core. That was the dangerous tone. The one that told him you were at the edge of your rope with his poking and prodding and doom was sure to follow. Could anyone blame him for being so greedy?

“I suggest you reconsider your approach before you regret it.” It was such a simple sentence and Sylus, with his arrogance, forgets who holds the power over that which he covets more than anything in all of existence.

“Oh? And just how will this cute little kitty make me regret anything?” Even as he spoke, voice honeyed with condescension, instincts knew that careful line he teased had been crossed. Pride made his tongue to heavy to immediately rescind his words.

Sylus wasn’t scared of many things. He wasn’t really even scared of this either, but the sudden calmness that seemingly overtook your features placed a certain dread in his guts.

You didn’t even give him another respinse, gliding past him towards your shared bedroom. You’re gone for just a brief moment before you’re back with his pillow and his gun. You drop them both on the couch while keeping total eye contact.

A cold sweat beads on his neck. You wouldn’t-

“You’re sleeping on the couch.” It wasn’t up for argument.

“Sweetie-“

“I’m taking a bath. You’re not invited.”

With that, you disappeared into the bedroom with a firm click of the door and the lock. Both of you knew that he could just bypass that without any trouble, but even when you were angry with him, you still trusted him. That was enough for Sylus to smile to himself. Surely you’d fold first… wouldn’t you?

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He was wrong. Sylus was so very wrong. You made the cold shoulder into a tortuous art form. A specialized punishment that Sylus couldn’t escape from. You interacted with everyone else as bubbly and sweet and beautiful as ever while perfectly ignoring him. He could all but taste your own sick pleasure at the effectiveness of your withdrawal and he has no one to blame but himself.

In a way, he’s still downright pleased with himself to drag you that much closer into his world. Into submitting to your own uglier emotions and behaviors. You would have never thought to be so cruel even a few months ago.

Almost a week now. A week without your touch. Your sound. Your smiles meant only for him. He’d been so certain you both would have reached your limits two days earlier, but then you rebuffed his usual means of making it up to you. You didn’t respond to his soft touch and honeyed words, still maintaining a seemingly uninterested facade. Even if he knew he logically still had an effect on you, if you weren’t just as desperate as he was, how could he further engage?

Sylus was certain that he’s never been so miserable before. The ripples of your punishment were felt by the entirety of the N109 Zone. Onychinus shuddered under the weight of his poor mood and the rest of the city downright trying desperately to figure out what had made the undisputed ruler so upset. Deals that were absolutely weighted in Onychinus’s favor were offered outright in poor attempts to please him.

Sylus was still simmering when he stepped into his office for half a second before he registered your presence. You looked adorable small sitting in his chair, arms crossed and one leg tossed over the other. You looked at him, completely unimpressed. But you were looking at him. That alone had tension leaving his body.

You held up a finger when his mouth opened to speak.

“You’re pathetic.” You drawl. The words raked down his spine and left a warmth in its wake.

“I had Luke and Kieran buttering me up just so that they could apologize on your behalf. Begging me to fix whatever had crawled up your ass and died.” You looked at your nails. They were freshly done. Today maybe- as part of the twins efforts?

Red tinged the tips of his ears as Sylus stepped towards the desk.

“I never told them to do anything.” He spoke softly. Carefully. This is the most you’ve given him in days.

“Of course you didn’t. You’re too proud to apologize. This could’ve ended long ago, but you’re too stubborn to be the winner. Don’t take it out on your underlings when you are facing the consequences of your actions.”

Sylus didn’t react at first, really processing your words. Then- he laughed. A low sound that put you on high alert as he rounded the desk and turned the chair so he could stand right in front of you.

“Win…?” He shook his head in disbelief. Of course you’d assume this was still about that nonsense a week earlier. Here he was thinking you were genuinely still upset over his teasing.

“Sweetie, you won the moment I slept that night on the couch.” Sylus started, sinking to his knees before you. He carefully reached out to take your bare ankle in his hand. When you didn’t pull away, he took the time to carefully massage your foot, pressing reverent kisses to your shin.

“And I’m very… very sorry for making you think otherwise.” He was a man starved of you for a whole week. Even the small sound of your breath catching under his lips and words had his pants becoming uncomfortably tight.

“Though… don’t lie, kitten. I know you enjoyed being so cruel to me.”

When he glanced up at you, your face was so flushed he almost wanted to tease you about it. Your chest heaved and that poor bottom lip of yours was being abused by your teeth. You looked away in shame when your gazes met.

“That’s-“ you stammered. “It makes me… mad when you’re so smug all the time.”

Desire gnashed its teeth violently against his self control. Did you know what you were doing to him?

“Yeah..?” Sylus breathed. “Did you like the power then? Knowing you held me in the palm of your hand?”

You pulled your foot from his hold just to settle in on his shoulder. A little press to remind him you could still shove him away. You both knew you wouldn’t.

“Yes…” you responded in kind, watching red take over Sylus’s cheeks as he groaned low in his throat, head dropping to rub his forehead against your knee just out of desperation for contact. “I loved it.”

“Tell me…” Sylus took your other leg, throwing it haphazardly over his shoulder to drag your lower body closer. You could see the hunger burning in his eyes, his right one even radiating that familiar glow.

“Say it… let me have you.”

Your hand dropped to his hair, fingers scratching lightly at his scalp. His lips branded your skin as they danced along your inner knee, up… and up…

“Sylus…” you whimpered. “I want you.”

Your name was the only prayer that’d ever grace his lips and his place of worship was on his knees before you. He’d prove his devotion to you.

Only when he laid in bed next to you later, your exhausted body strewn over his own, could he finally sleep for the first time in a week.

So trying to get your attention when you’re unbelievably oblivious is his favorite, most frustrating pastime.

It’s even worse that you’re such a hopeless romantic. You read stories and play games involving the delights of romance that make you blush, bite your lip, and squirm in barely self-contained delight. Yet, when Sylus presents you with flowers or takes you on a one-on-one outing watching the sunset drift into starlight, your adorably oblivious self sees it as nothing more than kind gestures of a friend.

A bestie.

Sylus regularly gets into his own room after such outings, frustrated in a way that has his ears red and an incredulous laugh squeezing its way out of him. He has to take cold showers regularly after seeing you.

You touch him without so much as a thought, but shy away when he wants to also engage in such casual closeness. You were far more an expert of playing hot and cold with him, and you weren’t even trying.

It all changes when you suggest a silly little drinking game while you show him yet another one of your favorite shows. It’s not enough that you were both knocking back constant shots, but it was enough that Sylus stared at you more than usual.

And when you finally ask why he was staring?

He’s grabbing your jaw, rubbing a thumb on your bottom lip.

“I’ve been trying to get your attention for weeks.” He murmurs low. “Yet you still somehow don’t get it.”

He’s crowding your space now. The heat on your face isn’t just the alcohol. You know you could push him away and he’d listen, but-

“I want you.” He breathes against your lips, nose brushing yours. “I need you.”

Your lungs only fuel the faintest whimper when his hips naturally settle between your thighs. You didn’t even realize you were gripping him closer with clawed fingers in his upper arms.

Warning Dead Dove Do Not Eat: pseudo!incest (mostly one sided. It’s ambiguous for mc), caleb x mc AND Sylus x mc, hint of SylusxCaleb and SylusxMCxCaleb, manipulation, mind breaking, VERY mean to Caleb, mc is pregnant, ambiguous ending. No explicit sexual content.

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Caleb didn’t listen when you said no to his advances.

He thought your infatuation with the infamous Onychinus leader, Sylus, was your punishment for him making you think he was dead.

That’s okay, Caleb would have his sweet little meimei back eventually. In this case, collaborating with EVER as the Colonel was fast tracking how to get Sylus out of your life. Permanently.

The guy was a monster. Case report after case report of failed attempts. Poisoning didn’t work. Bullets were a joke. Physical crushing wasn’t even an option. His evol made all these things trivial. His information network eliminated any potential surprise attacks. Getting a foothold in the N109 Zone was impossible as well. Any attempt lasts only a short while before Onychinus sniffs them out.

How do you kill the unkillable?

Everything to do with you places among the most precious of his possessions and memories regardless of triviality.

He knows you. He knows your mannerisms. Your moods. He knows every button to push to make you flush with annoyance or from shy bashfulness, but of all the ways he knows you there’s some things so rare that he wonders if it exists at all.

When he finds you in the base’s gym, form absolutely atrocious, hair wild, and labored panting, all while throwing haphazard punches into the punching bag, that greedy beast inside of him grows ravenous.

You’re mad. No- you’re more than mad. You’re seething. He can feel it permeate the air, bordering on hatred. Oh if only he could capture this moment in a bottle.

You told him once that you never knew what to do with anger. It usually came out as tears of frustration or you’d think your way out of the emotion. To you, being angry was just something you didn’t do. You didn’t like it, finding it uncomfortable when faced with your own perception of yourself.

Sylus would always challenge that if it came up. To him, it was just as natural as everything else and nothing to be ashamed of. Just as he nurtured your greed and desire, he’d go out of his way to stoke whatever embers he could find of that deep rage he knows you have.

To see you now, expelling that strangled emotion with every brief yell and accompanying messy punch, he could see the tears even before the next sob wracked your body.

He was upset because you were, of course. He was already thinking of how to handle whoever put you in this state depending on whatever constraints you may insist on. Someone hurt you deeply for you to be like this, and he wasn’t about to just let that go.

Sylus pushed up from his lean on the doorway to walk into your field of vision. Poor thing. You were shaking like a leaf, so unused to the emotions you were feeling mixed with physical fatigue.

“Is this working for you? Just nod or shake your head.”

You shook your head, teeth gritting while struggling under the weight of your own feelings.

“Would you like me to put you in a squeeze?”

Another wave of fat tears burned your eyes while nodding, rushing into his arms when he spread them. His large body easily encased you, his strength able to put you in a squeezing hug that made your breaths shallow. For your overwhelmed state though, it was a near instant balm to the feeling you were going to crawl out of your own skin. Enraged snarls and gasps melted into whimpers and quiet sobs.

There was nothing to be said in this moment. Sylus was the only remedy to your seething soul, because even your rage was just a mutated form of despair.

When you had stopped shaking and started squirming just a little, Sylus scooped you up to retreat to the safety of his bedroom, sitting down on a soft loveseat with you cradled into his lap. A cool whirl of his evol had your favorite fuzzy kitty-print blanket being dragged over the both of you.

He sat with you just like that, maintaining a firm squeeze and quietness beyond the near silent breaths. You knew he’d stay just like this until you were ready.

“Are you going to abandon me one day, too?” You break the silence, voice rough.

“No.” Sylus said simply, nuzzling the top of your head when you sniffed. “The only way you’re getting rid of me is if you kill me.”

Sylus was being completely serious, but the quiet, breathy laugh you exhaled made the corner of his mouth twitch.

“I just feel stupid…” you mutter into his chest, finger following the seam of his shirt. “For thinking this time it’d be different… that I mattered to them. I didn’t know what made me angrier- them or my own foolishness.”

Sylus was quiet, just slowly exhaling. His thumb rubbed small circles into your thigh.

“People are often disappointing.” Sylus said after another several heartbeats. “Selfish and greedy. But… when you truly value someone…”

There weren’t enough means of expressing in all of existence that could begin to encompass all the ways Sylus valued every aspect of you. It makes the fiend inside him tear at his self control to seek revenge to see you in pain and despair just as much as he greedily covets the mere existence of these moments in his memory.

“Well… were they really that important if hurt you’re this upset?”

You scoff, reaching up to pinch his cheek gently.

“You suck at this form of pep talk.” You tease, heart already feeling lighter by just being with Sylus like this.

“Well normally I just get rid of people who think they can cross me and get away with it.” Sylus turned his face to nip at your wrist until you let his cheek go. “And you’re the only one I give my whole self to.”

“So what would you do if I just disappeared from your life one day?” You felt Sylus tighten his grip on you and for just a moment you wondered if you made him upset too. Instead, he just buried his face into your neck, inhaling your scent and murmured against your skin.

“I’d spend every moment of my life finding my way back to you.”

There was a certain fragility to his words that made your heart summersault. You sat up slightly to drag his face away from your neck while cupping his face in your palms. You stared at one another, something unspoken lingering in the space between.

“Promise?” You asked, thumb brushing the edge of his lips.

“I promise.”

—

(Inspired by today’s moments posts)

You and Sylus were technically on an Onychinus “business” trip, but it might as well double as an impromptu vacation as Sylus booked out a hotel penthouse suite in the city you were visiting. This suite came with its own private infinity pool that overlooked the entire cityscape. It was gorgeous to say the least.

That being said, when you told Sylus you’d do some swimming while he finished up some work inside you forgot part of the experience meant looking down through glass to the city below too. You’d barely managed to slip into the water before your stomach was doing summersaults. The whispers in your mind constantly whinged about how heavy water was and how fragile glass could be, and- oh this penthouse suite was so very high.

This is perfectly safe, you kept thinking to yourself.

In fact, you would simply get over this fear by going out to the edge where you’re farthest from the stability of concrete flooring.

Having made it out that far now though, those summersaults were turning into full blown nausea and dread as your heart rate picked up. Trembling fingers left the water to glide along the invisible edge when your waist was suddenly grabbed.

You screeched, flailing your limbs as nothing but instinct was going on in your brain and it said you were falling. You were definitely about to die.

It wasn’t for several moments after that panic that your brain finally registered you weren’t dying. You weren’t even at the edge now. There was suspicious vibrations at your back and a low noise that sounded very much like your boyfriend’s laughter.

“Done panicking now?” His teasing lilt managed to break through.

“I wasn’t panicking.” You immediately shoot back indignantly.

“Ah- was that a new swimming technique then?” Sylus continued to tease.

Your embarrassment grew as your skin flushed on your face and ears. You felt his lips dance over your shoulder, his arms gripping you protectively. You noticed you felt safe right now. No panic. He always made you feel safe.

“Shut up…” you grumble eventually, leaning back into his bare chest. “Or you can’t come in and shower with me when we’re done.”

You could still feel his quiet chuckle at your back, but he obeyed and didn’t say another word.

“Even though I know it’s safe, my body still reacted like I could fall at any moment.” You break the quiet, taking his hand to play with it. “That fear isn’t there when you hold me like this though.”

You felt his other hand tighten its grip on your waist. The hand you’d stolen reached up to turn your face back towards him so he could brush the tips of your noses together before giving you a gentle kiss.

“Good. I want you to always feel safe in my arms.” He murmured against your lips.

A warmth full of endearment tingled its way down to the very ends of your fingers and toes. The caress of his thumb along your cheek as he kissed you not once or twice, but several times over had you turning in his arms.

Throwing your arms around his neck and winding your weightless legs around his hips, you could watch the grin form on Sylus’s face as he drifted you both lazily through the pool.

“Sylus…” you murmured, tracing your fingertips along the contours of his face, ending on his lips that he tried to chase.

“Hm..?”

You lean in closer, nuzzling your foreheads together before murmuring in his ear, “Let’s get washed up. I suddenly have this desire to drag you to bed, but I’m not doing that with chlorine in my hair.”

His burst of laughter made you start to giggle too as he easily lifted you both from the water to make for the bathroom.

A message from Mephisto that you were crying is one of them.

Standing up abruptly in a boring deal and leaving had bodies with faces and names he didn’t bother processing floundering to regain his attention. Luke and Kieran appeared at his side immediately.

“Take the goods and deal with them however you wished.” He murmured to the twins before disappearing in a red haze.

The chaos unleashed by the twins could be heard for miles, but all that mattered was Sylus rushing into the base. “Rushing” being a brisk walk.

Jacket tossed aside, he was rounding the corner to the open kitchen when he saw you there struggling to jam a spoon into ice cream that was still too frozen. Next to a large bowl he knew to be far too empty by your standards. He might’ve had a moment of brevity if your face wasn’t all splotchy red, eyes and nose swollen from tears, and a slightly stagger to your breathing.

He murmured your name quietly while taking the ice cream and spoon from you.

Your eyes widened and you made that angry little face of yours as you tried to reclaim your goods from his hands.

“Sylus! Give it back! You can’t eat my ice cream again.” You were already whining, the barely pacified tears pooling again along your waterline.

With a shake of his head, he nudged you aside and started easily scooping the frozen treat into your bowl. Realizing he was helping rather than stealing, you nuzzled into his side instead.

“Why are you crying?” No need to dance around the subject. He needed to know what got you to such a state. He’d do whatever-

“Oh-“ your flustered laughter tickled his ear. His eyes narrowed.

“I um… was rewatching an anime series. I knew what was coming, but the story is so painfully good I still cry through certain parts.”

“And you needed ice cream as emotional support.” He felt your nod.

“Did you not want me to watch it with you…?” He asked marginally softer.

You took his arm holding the spoon and bit into his bare forearm. His thinly veiled method of needy pouting was easy for you to spot.

“Stop that, you.” You chastise while kissing the imprint of your teeth in his skin. “I started it on a whim tonight. Of course you can watch it with me, but we need to go from the start. I want to see how much foreshadowing you can pick up on. I think you’ll like it.”

Now Sylus could allow himself a small chuckle as he put the spoon into your perfect bowl of ice cream and now had to move about the kitchen with you stuck to his side.

“Then I’m excited already.” He drawled.

It was when the two of you had gathered together snacks and drinks for a show binge that the twins rolled into the base with several other members carrying various gun cases.

“Those guys were losers.” Luke started.

“So we blew up the whole floor with them inside.” Kieran finished.

Sylus could feel your judgmental eyes burning holes into his back.

“Sylus…”

“Nice job, you two. We have an anime series to watch.” He didn’t let you get your needling words out and instead was ushering you both towards the private theater.

“Anime?” Kieran started.

“Which one?” Luke finished.

Now imagine being stubborn enough to eke out your own little existence in one of the calmer parts of the N109 Zone. Just like any other human settlement, there will be animals abandoned and mistreated. You took it upon yourself to be the only animal shelter in the whole city. At least you were the only one willing to declare your claimed territory as such.

You didn’t take in just dogs and cats, though that was the majority of the population. No- you took in even the most bizarre of animals and if you couldn’t (such as the random tiger here and there) you’ve built enough connections to get such animals to someplace safer. Better.

You’ve saved animals on the brink of death from wounds delivered by cruel hands with your evol. Frantic children would bring you half dead pets hit by speeding cars and you’d willingly sacrifice your energy to see fearful tears become elated ones. You’ve even stitched up the occasional person who got into a knife fight or grazed by a bullet. Everyone in the area subtly aided in keeping your place less dangerous than other parts. Still, you kept modded OTTO bots as minor security and the various genetically modified (for pit fighting) dogs that have accepted you as pack and home keep lowly thieves at bay.

You remember going through your morning chores one day (despite it always being perpetually dark) and tilting your head when your local murder had a new head among them. One of the crows that you saved by healing his shattered wings bounced over to you, croaking as you cooed back. You couched down to hold out the little buffet of choices on your tray. The other crows were quick to join, everyone picking over things for their favorite treats. You stared at the odd one and the clear mechanical alterations it possessed.

“You probably don’t like the different nuts and fruits, huh…” you were no mechanical expert, but you knew enough to keep things running and repair your OTTOs. This bird didn’t look damaged in the slightest.

“You don’t look hurt either. You takin’ in the sights then? Thats alright. Just don’t steal anything. If you bring me something you want, I can tell you if you’re allowed to take it or not.”

You figured a mechanical crow had a human master. That meant it would likely understand you even better than the flesh and blood crows that were still picking over breakfast.

You didn’t pay the crow any mind after that as it seemed to be content perching with the rest of the flock. Tending to each of your charges was an exercise of devotion. This gave you purpose and peace. You belonged in this world because you were the one that didn’t give up on anyone. Animal or person.

Little did you know that that strange crow left the moment you opened your door to a pair of masked strangers, one supporting the other, as blood was quickly pooling on the floor beneath them.

There were no words that needed to be said as you ushered the boys in, subtly directing the bots to patrol more strictly around the front. The masked individuals didn’t identify themselves, but you could recognize Onychinus general uniform dress when you saw it.

“How many bullets?” You asked, voice cool and clinical as you tore the fabric away from the wound weeping in the upper abdomen. Possible perforated organ, you noted to yourself.

“Three.” the uninjured Onychinus answered.

“Will this bring trouble to me?” You ask a bit more softly. Standing, you grab your basic surgical equipment and bring it over to the boy laid across your coffee table.

“No.” The same mask answered.

“Alright. Here. This is leather you can bite down on. I don’t have anesthetics.” A shaky hand took the strip of leather and slipped it under the mask.

Gripping your forceps you got a nod from the injured one and go to work fishing out the bullets. You weren’t incredibly shocked that the injured Onychinus didn’t make a sound. The tension in his body betrayed his pain though. You worked quickly in plucking the material from flesh, setting them in a steel tray. Those weren’t normal bullets. They looked more like rubber ball rounds, but the tech suggested something far more dangerous.

Whatever.

The less you knew, the better.

As if thinking the same thing, the uninjured Onychinus swept the three bullets up and disappeared them onto his person.

“They said you got a healing evol.” He said quietly.

“People say a lot of things. I just fished out some bullets at I’m applying some deep sutures, yeah?”

Another quiet nod and you got to work carefully pooling your energy. You had to visualize it like a thread. A thread of blood and gold. You did just tie sutures deep into the wounds… only those sutures healed the flesh moments after. Over 20 were created and mended into flesh. Far more than would be expected in your experience. Your vision was already swimming, nose dripping with blood as you finished. All that remained of the wounds was the spilled blood. Everything else was fresh, pink skin.

You tasted blood on your tongue and fell back onto your ass as the ability to stay upright fled you. You stifled a groan as your closed your eyes to stop the room spinning.

“Don’t… uhh… don’t over exert for a few days… risk of internal tearing and bleeding if you- if… you…”

Your body went limp as your ability to stay conscious failed. The two masked figures shifted, unsure if they should act or to leave you be and just disappear.

A large dog lumbered in, padding over to you and squirming his massive frame under your head. A fluffy white muzzle turned towards the twinned masks, letting out an almost exasperated bruff.

Next came a raccoon, a water bottle clutched in its little paws, and waddle over to you while chittering softly. The bottle was set beside you and then those little paws patted at your flushed cheeks.

Several more animals came to your side from a lanky cat to a pair of pigeons that perched on your hip.

“Oh my god.” Amazement came from the injured mask, standing as if he’d never been hurt in the first place. “We need to take a pic.”

“You know boss would be mad- takin’ pics of an unconscious lady. That’s what creeps do.”

“Fuck… we should probably just leave then. Looks like she’s in good hands- er- paws… claws?”

“Get moving. Boss is waiting for us.”

Despite the fact that he arguably is the one of the LIs that will and has stayed up for days on end and maybe doesn’t truly even need sleep.

And it’s all because of you.

It’s you that puts his (justified) hyper vigilance at ease and muscles, always slightly tense, relax. The exhaustion of his chaotic existence is allowed to reach his psyche and it always ends up with him dragging you to some soft thing for you to lay on and then for him to lay on you.

The first time he dropped his full weight on you with a sleepiness sinking eagerly into his bones, you’d been laid out in the couch binging a series recommended to you by a friend.

After recovering the air knocked out of you, you’d couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of Sylus winding his arms up your sides and nuzzling his face into your stomach. Your nails gently scratching at his scalp made a deep noise escape him and melt further onto your much smaller frame. His eyes were already closed.

“You okay…?” You had questioned just to make sure. You felt the thumb of one of his hands rub tiny circles into your lower rib.

“As long as you don’t move… perfect.”

You ended up stuck like that for a long time. Enough to go through the emotional roller coaster of the series you were watching. He only bothered to reawaken to the sounds of your emotional sniffles over the plot and characters hitting you right in the feels.

That had been the first real appearance of the slumbering dragon lurking within your beloved. Since then, it’s grown substantially more common. Like a giant cat, he always wanted to be on you somehow. If you tried to tease him about it, he’d just shrug and suddenly declare he’s feeling a bit sleepy with that smirk of his that both endeared and irritated you.

You wouldn’t trade it for the world. Naps were simply now part of your daily lives. Considering what else Sylus got up to outside of yourself, you were glad he indulged these particular desires.

—

It’s hard being Sylus.

His days are spent soaring the skies, pillaging wayward caravans for shiny riches and interesting foods. Sometimes he kills a massive boar, flicking blood from his scales and talons with a bored huff. He can’t even enjoy a nearby beautiful, crystalline lake right now because there’s a key part missing from all of this.

You.

His gorgeous, ferocious, and terribly broody mate.

Several days ago he was chased out of the cave, your shared nest, as the time for you to lay your eggs neared. He only submitted to your flaring wings and whipping tail because he knew how tiring it was for you to move about with such a swollen belly and didn’t want to cause you anymore undue stress.

When he had returned there was a distinct new smell to the nest and you were there in your exhausted, sweaty glory, curled protectively around a small clutch of five precious, red eggs.

You didn’t have the energy to chase him off that evening, so it was his only night to just take in the sight before him with utter reverence. You were clearly struggling with wanting him closer for comfort and the instinctual protectiveness of a mother dragon. He’d reach out to brush some hair behind a horn and you’d snap your sharp teeth towards his claws.

When you got your rest, you were quick to chase him off again. This time it felt more like a formality as your instinct-driven mind gave way to your normal self. Still, the line in the sand was drawn. No one would be nearing your eggs until the outer shell fully hardened into faux dragon scales.

So, every evening he’d wait at the cave mouth with a fresh kill or new gift. You’d emerge, tail starting to sway in a way he knew meant you were happy to see him. Your wings always blocked the rest of the cave entrance though, a silent refusal that he was allowed home.

His longing grew fiercer by the day, agitation spiking to dangerous heights. The humans couldn’t fathom why there was such a sudden increase in destruction of the local environment, but after several lost caravans they opted to hunker down in their towns than risk whatever plagued the area.

Yes, it was very hard being Sylus.

He was pacing at the cave earlier and earlier in the evening. His disgruntled footwork was only interrupted by the sweetness of your scent. It was like a switch flipping in his mind. That tension building inside him melted all away as he could hear your feet hit the cave floor. His heart started beating faster when he heard your giggles. Such a precious sound he’s not heard in what feels like ages.

You caught him completely off guard then when you appeared, grinning and taking his hand. Your wings were noticeably tucked away, eyes sparkling with delight.

“Come see.” Was all you had said.

The nest was the same, but different. Notably was all his offerings and where they’d been placed. The eggs, all five, were now a deep black with faux scales. Their original red coloring seeped through like the very crackles in his own hide.

You hummed a quiet tune as Sylus took a step towards the eggs. They were lovingly laid in a bundle of crimson satin. One of the first gifts he’d brought back to offer to his broody mate. As he settled on his belly, laying next to your- his- eggs, he was able to note each and every gift he’d brought home carefully and thoughtfully placed amongst the eggs. They smelled like you. His. He could already sense the little souls inside.

Sylus hadn’t realized how tense he still was until he felt your weight settling on top of his back. The gentle vibrations of your purrs lulled him into pleased putty. Soon his own rumbling purr echoed. You kissed, licked, and bit your apologies into his skin, but suddenly all that time apart seemed inconsequential now that he rightfully took up his space in your little, growing dragon flight.

There’s nothing he loves more than removing every responsibility from your shoulders if you want him to, but when you’re regularly seen as the biggest, baddest, and most untouchable… to be treated like he’s not, by you of all people, flips the unintentional expectations he has in the best way possible.

Command him, tease him, and reduce him to nothing more than your means of attaining pleasure. Let him kneel at your feet while his face is buried between your thighs. Let him feel those heels dig into his back as you choke him by his necktie while you sit back in the plush chair made for a queen.

Sylus only saw the Sorceress once. It was still quite some time before the Mage would take the stage. Newly emerged in the Underworld, there was still much Sylus didn’t know or understand. Being summoned the first time was jarring.

He felt it as an insistent yanking. A grating demand to for his obedience. His uncertainty in his own person limited his ability to fight the magic that drew him from the Underworld. The mage that called on what they thought was a mid-level fiend could never have anticipated the monster it dragged up from the depths of hell.

You were inspecting a hand crafted dagger you found in his armory. It was ornate and a clear labor of love with detailed golden filigree dancing up the length of the Damascus style folded steel blade. The handle grip was equally fancy in its leather, gold, and gemstones.

You knew Sylus’s smith work even without spotting the silly little crow etching that was hammered into the base of the blade just before the steel cooled too much. The little crow signature was because of you of course. You were affronted by the notion that an artist wouldn’t sign his work and carefully used the knowledge of smith-crafting he gave you to make him a small crow brand.

He’s sharpened his little art piece to deadly perfection, but even so you took the few short steps to where your beloved sat going through the routine work of cleaning his guns.

Sylus looked up at you, brow lifting slightly as he saw the dagger twirl in your fingers. He knew what you wanted without a single word being spoken ass he merely shook his head with a soft huff and set aside his gun and cloth. A single large hand patted his leg and you plopped down right onto your waiting throne. You felt his hand ghost up your calf to your thigh and settle on the swell of your hip.

“It’s pretty.” You complimented the blade, humming as the armory lighting glinted off the polished steel.

“You think so?” Sylus preened. He always seemed to blossom under your little praises. Just a light dusting of pink to the tips of his ears. His craft, his skill, his worth- he needed to hear your praise for it all.

“Mm.” You hum, taking his hand.

He watched you curiously as you brought the blade to his skin. In a quick swipe, the blade cut into his palm. Instantly dark red beaded along the broken skin.

“What…“

Sylus’s furrowed brows and barely uttered confusion didn’t stop you whatsoever as you then put the blade to your own palm. You ignored the burning sting of your skin being pierced as you examined the blood pooling in your own palm.

Setting the blade aside, both of your blood staining it, you clasped your bloody hand against Sylus’s. Finally, you flashed a Cheshire grin at him.

“It’s like those stories. Bonds cemented in a blood exchange.” Is your only explanation.

The rich laughter you pulled from Sylus was all you needed to know the whole thing was worth it. You felt his large hand shift to link your fingers together, gripping your hand more tightly. The throbbing pain from the wound hardly phased you.

“Our bond is something deeper than blood, kitten, but if this makes you happy to do so… I’m perfectly willing to submit to all your bonding rituals.”

You felt his lips trail along your hairline. When he did finally release your hand, his wound had already healed. He grunted at that fact, clearly wanting to maintain his “matching” cut.

“It’s not my fault you heal freaky fast.” You huff, holding up your palm that was still bleeding, albeit slowly as your body worked to clot the wound.

“Now you’ve gone and hurt your pretty hand though, sweetie.” Sylus lamented on your behalf.

Taking your wrist, he dragged your palm closer until you felt the wet heat of his tongue drag up the length of the cut. You gasped, other hand curling into the fabric of his shirt on his chest.

“Im just helping you clean the wound…” sylus murmured.

“Pretty sure warm water and soap is better than a tongue…” you can’t help but reply, but the unsteadiness in your tone only made him grin.

“Sure… but you seem to like this better. So do I.”

He licked your palm again, this time basking in the tiny noise you held back in your throat.

“Do you like the taste of blood or something? You’re never beating the vampire allegations.” You muttered.

“And if I said I did? Would you become my willing feast?”

The stare Sylus gave you made an all too familiar heat spark to life in your lower belly. You felt a dizzying sense of all this happening already. A blur between the present and a life no longer yours. Your bloodied hand gravitated to his cheek, cupping the warm skin so tenderly as your thumb brushed along his upper lip.

“Only if you promise to share yourself in turn.” Your teasing thumb pressed past his lips, brushing along blunt human teeth. There should be fangs there.

“Consider it another ritual… bound in blood, so too do we sustain one another. Does that sound sufficiently ritualistic?” You added.

Sylus nibbled on your thumb, content in the way this has all become another means of devouring one another. Indulging desire in a way that made the power in his right eye ache.

Sylus only answered when he stood up, you in hand, and started the familiar walk back to your shared bedroom.

“Sure, we can go with that. I have a few suggestions of my own.”

First off, I just need to say wow. What an incredible piece of writing. I was ugly crying the last few chapters. This is why I go into sylus content as blind as possible.

Now this is me just rambling, but there’s never any specific start to our MC’s life in this one. The earliest we get is recovered memories of her teacher informing her of the piece of an immortal’s soul inside her.

Mage mc also glimpses moments of the sorceress’s life where she’s cursing Sylus’s soul to never fade which is where it really cements to her that this is some kind of curse.

Imagine the sorceress, who has transformed into a dragon, living her unending life. She lives in her torment, unknowing where her dragon’s soul has gone beyond the piece she holds. She grows weary from grief and settles in a place to die alone.

But she can’t die.

So instead, in the flowered covered skeleton of a dragon, her form is… reborn. She abandons her life as the sorceress and with it, all the pain and misery and loss. These memories are put to rest as she awakens, a simple woman again without horns or scales.

Going onto become the mage, the sorceress could never have imagined how holding onto her dragon’s partial soul would continue to haunt her.

Now cut to Sylus… a dragon fiend slain but unallowed to truly die. Awakening in the underworld alone, unknowing, did he know he was inherently incomplete? He hungered for something deeper than the ache in his sharp fangs. He looked at his hands but they seemed… unfamiliar. As if they shouldn’t look so soft and feeling.

I imagine he didn’t pick his first fight. He never has. The other fiends come for him anyway and something inside him knows power. Authority.

The first time he’s summoned is a curious affair. It’s random. A mage wants him to kill. The idea of being controlled makes something ugly bubble in his chest so of course…. Sylus kills the summoner and just as quickly he’s back to this strange place for the unwanted.