sylus who doesn’t comprehend personal space. neither do you tbh. sylus who brushes your teeth when you’re too tired or lazy and in return he lets you dig through his mouth (not like that). he lets you sit in his lap, fingers pulling his lips up as you prod at his teeth, feeling the sharp ridges that come out
sylus who absolutely hates when there’s space between u. on the couch, in bed, do u hate him? why are u all the way over there (an inch away)??? sylus who’s so clingy his sheets and clothes start to smell like you, the mix of both of ur scents makes the dragon inside of him purr in content
sylus who literally puts himself under ur shirts/hoodies just for some skin on skin, his fat head (lovingly) stretching the material out. sylus who starts to buy clothes way too big just so you can snuggle comfortably
if he still had wings and a tail they’d constantly be on you, wrapped around a leg or ur waist regardless of where u are. his wings would cocoon u from the outside world, breaths mingling together in content
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tw: …headbutting sy, this is suggestive towards the end bc sylus seduces me
dragon!sylus knew there would be very obvious differences between your cultures. a human and a dragon. humans didn’t have the wings or tails to communicate micro expressions–something he had to pay attention extra hard for
it’s inevitable really, spending so much time together and entering a relationship long after. you were bound to pick up each others mannerisms and habits along the way. dragon!sylus finds himself cradling your smaller hands, lips pressing kisses against your lovely skin
you displayed your own version, face nuzzling against his own and his neck like you were trying to scent him, your hands subconsciously raking through his hair and down his back, fingers scratching scales and cleaning the earth from his skin
all these things and more was just the progression of your relationship and you both felt that trickle of pride when you realized the other was doing something of your own. but there was one thing dragon!sylus never expected you to do. headbutt him when you were frustrated at him
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dragon!sylus watched your stiff movements. the muscles on your back tight, fingers tightly curled around furs before you practically slammed them onto the ground–something that made his body still. he never liked you standing in your nest with that look on your face
dragon!sylus could feel the frustration roll off of you in crashing waves. that heat that slowly builds and encompasses your body. the skin between your brows furrowed, his sharp eyes watch as your eye lightly twitches
he knows humans have big feelings and that they tend to keep them inside, much to his chagrin. he waits for you to speak first, waits for you to express yourself on your own time, for you to come to him. so he hovers near the edge of the nest, tail stiff and still behind his back, his body isn’t hunched but he’s not standing tall
it was a silly argument, nothing serious enough for raised voices or terse words but one that feels like the icing on the cake. that hot streak of misplaced irritation about something small, something you can’t even remember right now. maybe you stubbed your toe on a stray crown, woke up feeling too smothered by the furnace you call a mate
it didn’t matter, you would come to talk it out soon enough and the weight would leave your chest. you’d come to him and he’d listen to your issues while nuzzling against your face, a soothing purr would leave his chest, maybe you’d feel dampness across your cheek from him licking you
so when you abruptly turned around to face him and made your way towards him with sure steps, he was ready. body loosening and back curving down to match your height, his dragon brain buzzing in excitement, waiting to make up with you
what dragon!sylus didn’t expect was for you to grab his horns and bash your forehead against his. surprise and shock shot through his body, slitted eyes widening as he stared into your determined gaze. it wasn’t as harsh or aggressive as dragons normally would be but it left his forehead warm (in a weird way). your forehead came back onto his and your hands shook his head lightly, a little grunt leaving your lips
lighting erupted inside of his body, his inner dragon practically screaming at him in satisfaction and something a little more intense curling inside his tummy. his tail coiled around your waist, keeping you close. “tell me, little dragon,” he descends onto his knees, clawed hands curling around your thighs, his face nuzzling against your stomach. a deep purr rumbles through his chest as he takes in your scent, eyes slowly opening to meet your gaze, “how can i make it up to you?”
notes: okay i’ve been thinking about avatar and this was born. when worlds collide moment.. this was originally supposed to be for zayne but i’m scared to write him </3 SEE THE VISION GUYS. also based more on the avatar game bc i said so..
⤷ part 2 part 3
sylus who hadn’t spent much time on pandora before realizing how corrupt the rda was. he easily found out about a resistance, quietly joining the slow growing group and double timing the rda. a perfect top soldier, leading expeditions and fabricating reports
sylus who quickly rose up in the ranks and his dominant demeanor making everyone scared of him. too scared to ask questions or question his authority. this lets him leave bridgehead as he pleases, barely leaving a notice before he’s off for days to a resistance base
sylus who brings two techy soldiers, luke and kieran, with him on his stays at the resistance. they were trained by him, imprinting on him like little ducklings and never once hesitated to undermine the rda. the twins offer much, while not scientists like everyone else they bring stolen rda technology: computers, tablets, spare parts, anything. they function as the hackers for the resistance, keeping watchful eyes to ensure they’re never to be caught or tracked
sylus who just about leads a portion of the resistance. he plans and formulates missions, aggressive or quick grab it doesn’t matter. who has every finger in every place possible, keeping track of supplies and goods. who always goes in person when meeting clans or other bases
sylus who enjoys his avatar. he spends half his time in this form, he nurtures it and cares for it deeply. who bonded with his avatar with ease, a second skin he wears well. his avatar form much like his human, tall, towering over other navi and avatars, stark white hair and piercing red eyes making him stand out
his avatar form tends to scare the clans, whispers of vrrtep (demon) hiss past his ears. the na’vi stay clear of him, sharp eyes and tongues warily watching him as he moves about. who understands their apprehension, he knows how he presents, knows he scares even some humans in the resistance. who relaxes only slightly when he’s with peaceful clans
sylus who, one night, takes a walk (patrol) through the forest. bioluminescence glows around him, guiding him along the soft earth. boots crunch against the grass, his tail stiff behind his back, hands clutching his gun. who feels electricity slowly crawl up his spine, ears twitching for any sign of sound. who realizes he’s being watched
sylus who keeps normal, continuing his walk like he was alone. who grows frustrated when he can’t pinpoint where he’s being stalked from. he always knows. who can’t distinguish any change in scent or sound, a minuscule part of him wondering if he’s just paranoid. that he really is alone
sylus who fixes his resistance emblem so it shows, he knows it’s a na’vi. a human could never be this stealthy, not with him. whose eyes flit around the trees before him, hoping for a shadow. who stops in a clearing, rolling his thick blue shoulders out when he hears the unmistakable sound of an arrow flying through the wind
edit notes: i’m unsure of what clan to have reader be. what if i just made my own then what guys huh?! fandom wiki ur my friend
notes: i’ll share that i have many more ideas for a lads avatar au TRUST!!
⤷ part 1 part 2 (here) part 3
sylus who quickly dodges the arrow, red eyes scouting the dense forest. yes his avatar can see more in the darkness but he realizes he’s at a disadvantage. the na’vi will forever know pandora more than him
sylus who calls out, “i’m part of the resistance!” but he knows it’s futile. many na’vi have a rightful hatred for anything human or avatar. it’s not uncommon for there to be attacks on resistance lives that aren’t the cause of the rda
sylus who keeps a constant track of his surroundings as he backs up, fingers coming up to feel the arrow lodged into the glowing tree. fingers feeling the fletching, a potent stench fills his sensitive nose. poison
sylus who moves on pure instinct, turning off the path and running deep into the forest. heavy boots thudding against undisturbed soil, dirt kicking up behind him. who forces himself to calm down, panicking would result in the death of his avatar and mountains of paperwork. whose ears twitch and flick aggressively, trying to listen for what–who was hunting him
sylus who curves left and swings himself into a tree, scaling high off of the ground. perched close to the trunk his eyes scan what he can see. whose hands stay firm on his gun, he would use if he had to
sylus who sees a shadow out the corner of his eye. his head snaps to the direction but nothing is there. who sees the same thing in the other direction. who pinpoints the shadow to his best ability
sylus who watches the shadow cross through the trees, too quick in speed yet silent. who watches with sharp eyes as it soars high in the sky, the unmistakable shape of an ikran making itself known. but it’s not alone
sylus who can’t see the rider. who knows it’s on purpose. who knows this na’vi is taunting him. but they don’t attack. they never inch close toward his tree, no arrow gets notched into the firm bark. who watches as the ikran shadow circles once more before leaving, his ears perk up at the yip! that cuts through the forest
sylus who waits. waits for the shadow to loom over the night sky again. waits for a noise from the rider. who gets nothing, the rider and ikran are gone. at least he thinks
sylus who descends the massive tree and retraces his footsteps, footprints left behind and his scent a faint trail. who reaches the clearing again, walking towards the stench of poison
sylus who tears a piece of his shirt and folds it a few times before pulling the arrow out of the tree. it’s unlike any he’s seen, vibrant in color with a thin coating of a black goop around the point. who wraps it tightly before placing it in his pocket, he imagines the material fizzling a hole
sylus who takes one last glance around before heading back to base. who stays on high alert, body tensed, ears perked, tail stiff behind him. who doesn’t bring the interaction up just yet. who leaves the arrow on his nightstand, black cloth firm around it. who wonders if this na’vi was just playing with its food
notes: not my fave part but slowly planning this out. did u see the hint of a future maybe avatar!zayne and his partner… might start to turn some of these into little works rather than these headcanon style, whatever springs to mind
⤷ part 1 part 2 part 3 (here)
sylus who decides to take the arrow to a close friend, doctor zayne. who tells him about the encounter and lets him keep the arrow. the doctor has been working close with a na’vi from a clan that specializes in chemistry
sylus who goes on like everything is normal. like he wasn’t maybe threatened by a na’vi. who still takes the night patrol through the jungle, eyes glancing towards the sky more than once for a shadow
sylus who asks if there’s been recent na’vi attacks against the resistance. who only gets more confused when he’s told nothing of the sort has happened recently. who grows curious about the alleged attack
sylus who’s back in the jungle, deep in the trees. who sits near a river, ever on alert even though this area has been cleared. who tries to push down the sliver of hope that lingers in his bones
sylus who hears a call, a loud yip ring through the sky. who rushes to his feet at the noise, wide eyes following the familiar shadow making its way across the night sky. who watches curiously, body taut and hands curled around his gun
sylus who watches as the ikran tilts, the rider showing themselves to him. bright colors laced their body, shining in the moonlight. beads and feathers boldly dangled in the air, lightly brushing against the blue skin. a massive wooden bow gripped in one hand
sylus who stayed rooted in place. his confidence was sometimes an issue but he stood his ground. who watched as the winged animal descended toward him, great wings kicking up loose soil. who watched as it clawed itself into a tree
sylus who didn’t move. who waited. who assessed. “vrrtep” the rider called out, their voice silky. “what are you doing here?” they questioned, voice slight hardened
sylus who looked where the rider would be, hidden by the shadows of the trees. who wondered if this na’vi knew english and was testing him. who calmly replied, “i’m with the resistance.” and moved with a careful slowness to show the resistance emblem
sylus who glanced at the mighty ikran when it let out a screech. “the resistance..” they scoffed, “and why do you work with them?” who paused at the question. who wondered if this was futile. who felt in his gut that he was okay
sylus who replied, “to save pandora. to help the na’vi against the humans.” who only got a hum in response. who felt their heated gaze on his face, “and yet, you are still here.”
sylus who felt the weight of the words, rolled them around in his mind. who nodded because even if he couldn’t see the rider, they could see him perfectly. “if you are true with your word, where the river splits and crashes into a waterfall,” they paused, “meet me there. tomorrow night.”
sylus who stood stoic. who weighed the demand. who felt a voice inside of him urging him to take the chance. who nodded once, firmly. the rider let out a trill then a yip and suddenly they were off, quiet into the night
sylus who wondered what he just got himself into. who knew he’d get scolded by the doctor for his choice. who felt–knew this was the right choice. who needed to get back to base fast to work up a plan
notes: i love this au and i’ll probably say it again in the future. it’s just so fun to mix them and bring your own ideas ugh
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