Work Text:
Sylus, the second he saw you, knew you were the one regardless of anything that would tell him otherwise. He was the leader of Onychinus, the man that could not die easily, he would be damned if he let anyone come between his love for you. Though, there were moments he did not expect the enemy would be yourself. He knew you were trans, that was one of the conversations you were nervous having with him, and it went better than all the worst case scenarios you created. He was unaware of your insecurities, more so, the depth it went beyond his eyes.
He listened to the story of your transition when you were comfortable enough to tell him. He was just happy to have someone he could love. Someone he did not have to be skeptical around, feel like at any moment, you would betray him. No, you were just an innocent Deepspace Hunter that found him, wanting revenge for those that killed your Grandma and childhood friend, Caleb. And though you thought it was him, and finding amusement at your expression that he could not be blamed, it was quite adorable. You two were still learning about each other, even in your blooming relationship as boyfriends.
The past few days, he felt that your mind was elsewhere, seeing you looking down at your body with a small hint of disappointment, or even disgusting concern. He would usually distract you, not yet wanting to bluntly ask you what your problem was, the issue behind such distasteful eyes. He loved every inch of you, seeing that you had a problem with yourself, it made him confused, concerned and even a little mad that you were unable to see yourself through his eyes. But he understood, in some way, that you may not be happy about your body, or at the pace that it was changing.
In the suite, he was in his office, going over some documents that he did not feel like dealing with. His mind was on you. He had to ask what was bothering you, to hear it from your own voice rather than unassuming and busting down the door for answers. He does not wish to continue to see your face being disappointed, sad, angry, or even frustrated. The small, out of the corner of his eyes, of you standing at the mirror touching along your body. He had to help you. He was your lover, your boyfriend, letting you drown in your sorrow was not what he wanted to do. He wanted you to lean on him. To share your burdens on him.
He knocked on your door, hearing the sound of feet shuffling around on the floor. “[Name]. I want to talk to you about something.”
“O-okay!” You stutter out. With more shuffling around, you finally opened the door to see his handsome face. His gaze on you softened, the corner of his lips turning into a frown, his eyes studying you for a short while. “What do you want to talk about?”
He caressed your head, “May I step inside?” You blushed at the sweet gesture, opening up the door more. His eyes instantly fall on the mirror. He smiled down at you, sitting on the edge of your bed.
“So, what is it?” You asked, tilting your head, not understanding why he was not telling you right away. Was there something wrong?
“I’ve seen you looking at the mirror when I pass by your room.” Sylus began. “You always seem to leave a small crack in your door.” His eyes stared right at you. “What’s bothering you, sweetie?”
You clenched your fist, resting your arms to the side of your body, glancing at the mirror. “I just… the results are not what I wanted…” You rub your arm, picturing yourself with a muscular build, something on par with a celebrity actor, or even Sylus’ body. “And I just… the scars…” You could see the scars under your chest through your clothes, feeling the hairs on your body stand up, uncomfortable.
“Results?” Sylus stood up. “You’ve been transitioning for a year.” He cupped your face. “You must let yourself fully change. It will take time, and the results won’t come instantly, but it will happen. Your voice is already there, your hair is growing on your face.” He kissed your forehead.
“My body… it’s just not the same as…” You glanced at him, knowing what his body looked like underneath his gray sweater. “And the scars… just a reminder.”
Sylus sighed. “You mustn’t compare. That won’t do you any good.” He gently traced your torso. It was so soft, as if he was trying to memorize the silhouette, his finger feeling nice even being covered by your shirt. “If you want. We could work out together. Try to build your muscles.”
You perked up, “Really?”
“I am always happy to exercise with you, sweetie.” He smiled. “We can even work out your chest.” He laid his hand flat along your pec, feeling your heartbeat. “And those scars, that is your journey, your story. The message of your worth, how you managed to find comfort in your body. But you also must remain patient.” He pulled you to him, his hand on your hip. “You are my strong man, my lover. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I will be here every step of your way. I will make sure you have everything you need until you feel at peace with your transition. The journey, the days you feel like nothing is changing, to then realize how much that has changed. I will support you through it all.” He kissed you, his lips against yours, his hand cupping the back of your head with such care. “Don’t look at your body and see a failure, but a masterpiece in the making. You will feel comfortable in your skin, I assure you. Let us work on your muscles until you feel, and see how far you’ve come, sweetie.”
You clinged to him, happy tears down your face, knowing how proud he was of you. Knowing his heart beats for you. His words that engulfed you with hope. He was the man he wanted for years to come. “Thank you, Sylus.”
“I love you, [Name].” He kissed the corner of your mouth. “I will tell you every day of our lives together.”
“I love you too, Sylus.” You kissed him back.
You weren’t alone. He was always there watching, loving you from close and afar. The way his red eyes shine with love at the sight of your smile. Your happiness was his, as his was yours. The puzzle may not be done, but it will be worth the wait of completing it and knowing one another for all your days.