#$ brynn's papers

[brynn-lear]

HE KNOWS (Yandere Prince!Sunday x Knight!Reader)

Prompt: Soulmates share scars- and you firmly believe that the ones you bear are worth hiding. You're a hunter from House Bloodhound, and you would never court the kingdom's true enemy: the Halovians. With that very same honor, you've earned a spot as one of Crown Prince Sunday's vassal. However, as someone whose hobby was bird hunting, you didn't expect karma to hit you in some sick and twisted form. [this idea won from this poll]

[More pages UTC]

Taglist: @macaronilovingracoon, @naraven, @sxmmer-cherry, @notthefib987

[brynn-lear]

UJWISIAIEIWI I DON'T DESERVE THOSE PRAISES BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭

I'm sorry I jumpscared you as soon as you woke up; my apologies Mother Harmony /silly. Also dear tragic friend I'm now curious what you taste like but I'm not sure Arle would like to share that glass haha jk... unless-

Uwudjwjwjjwjw 😭😭😭😭, arle with fangs supremacy so true

I was so pumped to make this and told myself once I finished my physics quiz I'd do bring vamp!arle with IbisPaint and no one can stop me... so here it is :D. It gives me so much serotonin to know those bits are exactly as imagined huhuhu

ALSO HELP WUDJWIJW I THINK I MADE THAT DAIN REQUEST AROUND 7-8 AM WHEN I HAVE LIKE 4 HRS OF SLEEP I'M SORRY FOR TYPOS HAHAHAHHA ajidiwiejw I'm so excited idk why aaaaAAHHHH- my man omg omg my MAN-

*kneels down*

HAAH WHA??? HELLO? SOMEONE PLEASE PINCH ME AM I DREAMING????????

for context

Okay okay... I'm done screaming irl, this is?? I'm lost for words how beautiful it is???? I just woke up so I'm having a hard time processing reality (I legitimately screamed and now my mom is looking at me with a lot of concern) I wish I could be more eloquent but I'm just floored from how moved I am. Wdym "kneels down" I'd have you sit on a throne if I could :< RIP that friend who doesn't even have a name, you died a tragic death but at least it gave us exquisite content ✨

[lmanburgseulogy]

Someone come up with a clever caption for me thanks!!!!

[puckinghischier]

Here to put my two cents in when nobody asked, but if you're going to run a "tea" blog, which is basically criticizing a player's every move and every word, then you need to have thicker skin when you get called out on the things you post

who i imagine behind the screen

[brynn-lear]

[Sorry for randomly butting in, I couldn't help but draw it cuz i thought itd be cute and funny lol heuhdeujdei]

I wanna see yours ^^ if thats alright: @navxry @mixed-kester @meimeimeirin @stardust-for-your-soul @jessamine-rose]

MAKING A TAG GAME FROM Pinterest. Here

Or this : https://pin.it/6hDD29d7V

Lemme see what I am...

Ehe...

Tagging: @yintsukareta @mondaymelon @lume-nosity @barbatoskisser @chaoffee @definesanity @eccedentesiast-sapphic @gunterdon @ilyuu @nicebonescomrades @ori-stole-the-cheese-again @simplygaile @theonlysnom and anyone else who wants to join.

[seagreenkey]

sorry for the super paper mario spam it quite frankly probably will happen again

[sc0tters]

On The Bench | Nico Hischier

summary: after a loss to the Islanders Nico finds a way to take his anger out.

request: yes/no

warnings: mature themes, p in v (unprotected), choking, slight exhibitionist kink, swearing.

word count: 1.68k

authors note: this is part two to that Jack and Nico threesome but you don’t need to read that part before. Still not sure about this smut but it was fun to write and both Brynn and Kei seemed excited with their previews so let’s thank them for putting up with me 😚

Nico had one of the worst games of the most aggressive games of his life.

He had been in the box more times than he could count. His anger was only compounded by the fact that Jack had scored a hat trick that evening.

Of course you congratulated the boy when he came out the locker sending your boyfriend a frown as he hadn’t played well that evening.

So naturally Nico was feeling jealous as you continued to go on about how well the boy had done “and did you see that final goal!” You were mainly unaware of how irritated Nico was getting as he squeezed your hand.

You wanted to get your boyfriend jealous as you had a brand new lingerie under your outfit tonight and wanted to rile him up before he got to see it “where are we going?” You asked seeing him take the wrong turn off.

Nico mindlessly stared out at him he road in front of him “taking a detour.” The boy mumbled moving his hand from yours as he wrapped it around your thigh “we’re going to the prudential.” He explained making your eyes go wide.

What was there for your two?

The rest of your drive was quiet as Nico smiled at the security guard “hey Nico!” John looked up from his news paper as he grinned seeing you stood with your boyfriend.

Nico wrapped his hand around your waist “John could you do me a favour and let us in?” The captain had a key but he had left at your apartment “sure thing kids!” The seventy year old was clearly unaware of your boyfriends intentions as he unlocked the door letting you two in.

You took Nico’s suit jersey off from your shoulders “like seeing you with just this on.” Some of the wags thought it was nice wearing the jerseys as dresses with tights underneath.

So you were a total sight for sore eyes in his opinion “thought you preferred me with nothing on,” you smiled rubbing your fingers along Nico’s jaw.

It made your boyfriend laugh “like you in anything.” He confessed wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you in the direction of the rink.

The arena was silent as Nico opened the door to let you onto the rink “it’s a small walk.” The hockey player mumbled directing you in the direction of the bench.

Sure it was petty but Nico sat where Jack usually did “remember your list?” Nico asked cupping your calf in his hand as you landed on his lap.

Your cheeks grew warm “what if someone sees?” You asked as little light illuminated his face “that wasn’t your worry when you made that list.” Nico clicked his tongue as he leaned his head down to kiss your neck.

His warm breath fanned against your skin “fuck Neeks.” You gasped locking your fingers in his hair as your hips began to grind against his.

You let out a whine feeling his lips suck at your sweet spot that was just below your earlobe “you want this baby?” He asked pulling away to face you.

Nico stared up at you as you nodded “please cap fuck!” You whimpered unaware of how his pupils went wide.

This was the first time that Nico had heard you call him that “what did you say?” The hockey players hands tensed up around your waist “please?” You furrowed your eyebrows letting your lips form a pout when his hands stopped your hips from relieving the tension between your thighs.

His shook his head “after that,” he waited for you to say it again “cap?” You let out a gasp realising what he was talking about “you like it went I call you cap?” You smirked hooking your fingers under his jaw as you brought his lips into a kiss.

It was soft as he drove your hips into his waist as you straddled his thighs “I need you,” you begged feeling Nico’s bulge between your legs.

You had to admit that there was something always attractive when he had that post game sweaty look as his hair stuck to his face “lean up for me baby.” As uncomfortable as the bench was beneath your knees you couldn’t help but listen.

The sound of fabric ripping came from beneath you “Nico!” You complained sending him a scoff “I’ll buy you a new pair.” He proposed grinning at you as he lifted the jersey up so he could see the damage he had done “this new?” Nico added seeing the black thong that was under your tights.

You nodded as you undid his belt “wanted to show you when we got home.” You mumbled kissing his lips again as your tongue slid into his mouth.

It felt hot as you pulled his cock out of his boxers “what’s got you so hard?” You asked palming his boner between you both “you looking like that.” Nico groaned eyes fluttering as he shook with pleasure “‘s only right I make it better then huh?” Before he could get another word in your panties had been pulled to the side so you could run his cock over your clit.

Sinking onto his cock you both let out a shaky moan when you stopped to adjust to his size “c’mon baby you can take more.” Nico encouraged as he watched your eyes screw shut.

His hands drove your pussy to swallow the rest of his cock “shit baby,” he added letting your jersey fall to cover his cock as Nico helped you bounce your hips “so good.” You mumbled dropping your head to let your lips nip at his neck in an attempt to tune out your moans.

If there was one thing Nico was never going to get tired of was how your pussy wrapped around his cock like it was made for him “nobody can hear you princess.” The hockey player reminded you that you were alone as the ice was going to be the only place to tell the story of your moment with Nico.

A long moan left your lips as you looked up at him with a smile “fuck me harder,” you begged trying to speed up his thrusts.

Nico listened to you as he wrapped his hand around your throat “you like getting fucked on Jack’s seat?” He grumbled when you placed your hand over his “yeah Neeks,” you whined as he had his over hand on your hip guiding you movements as his cock thrusted inside of you.

The boy shook his head landing a slap to your ass “that’s not my name tonight,” Nico moaned feeling your pussy clench around his cock “makes me feel so good cap.” You gasped as the fabric of your thong rubbed against your clit sending your eyes into your head.

He wanted more as his possessive side showed “who makes you this wet princess?” The hockey player asked “know it’s not Jack.” You realised that your comments about his teammate had indeed gotten to him.

Your eyes screwed shut “it’s you cap.” You blurted out letting your hips spell out some gibberish “pussy was made for you.” You added starting to struggle to focus on lifting your hips up and down.

Nico smirked hearing that “shouldn’t even let you come with the way you’ve been talking about Jack.” He mumbled causing your eyes to shoot open “no cap.” You whined shaking your head.

You began to feel lightheaded as the boys hand squeezed your throat “fuck you’re so perfect.” Nico knew he couldn’t not have you come. He cared too much about your pleasure to not let you finish at the end of the night.

The sound of wood creaking beneath you echoed off of the empty ice “gonna make you ride home with my come dripping out of your pussy.” Nico confessed causing you to clench around him at the thought “you’d like it if I fingered you on that drive?” He added causing you to nod repeatedly “and just before you come I’ll stop.” The hockey player felt his cock throb at the idea.

But of course his words weren’t done there “you’d like to be edged before I make you go all night in our bed?” Nico’s offer rang through your ears as you remained silent “or maybe I should just stop here and leave you horny tonight.” He grunted pressing a kiss to your ear.

All of a sudden it seemed that the fog that formed in your mind as you became cock drunk cleared “bed, bed, bed.” You repeated each time he forced your hips to bounce against his making you take more of his cock each time “that’s what I thought.” Nico grumbled pecking your lips.

Nico’s movements began to grow inconsistent as he teetered on the line of having an orgasm “not going to last baby,” he confessed biting at his cheek “me neither.” You added as your body began to shake.

It was hot as you both came “don’t stop cap!” You cried quickly getting cut off as his lips swallowed your moan.

His come shot into your tight pussy as it squeezed his cock “shit baby!” Nico gasped as your hips began to slow down when you both came down from your orgasms.

Your body shuddered as Nico’s cock dropped from your pussy “you okay baby?” Your boyfriend asked readjusting your panties before he went to pulling his boxers over his cock “you jealous of Jack?” You shot back genuinely being concerned.

It made Nico smile as he tucked your hair behind your ear “why should I be when it’s my come being held inside your pussy by those panties.” He pointed out grinning as he pecked your lips.

Nico tapped your thigh “let’s go home so we can do round two.” His words made you laugh “what happened to the car?” You pouted looking up at him.

The hockey player cupped your jaw “maybe if you behave on the walk to the car I’ll let you have it.”

[thedevilrisen]

Ho, Ho, Hockey Masterlist

@thedevilrisen

Writing -> Last Minute Miracle

Coming to your dash: 12th of December!

Author Information: My name is Cici, I write for mainly hockey at the minute! My inbox and page is a safe place for anyone and I love talking to people! Writing for the prompt list: YES My Masterlist -> here

@toasttt11

Writing -> Like me

Writing -> Wrapping Paper Fiascos

Writing -> Red noses

Coming to your dash: 1st, 8th and 15th of December!

Author Information: Hi! My name is toast, I currently write for hockey, formula one, cobra kai and criminal minds. Writing for prompt list: YES My Masterlist -> here

@letsgetrowdy43

Writing -> I'll be home for Christmas (Rowan's Version)

Coming to your dash: December 13th!

Author Information: Heyy! My name is Rowan (she/her) I'm a chronic oversharer and occasional writer! I write fics and create aus for many players, my inbox is open to everyone!! I love talking to you all and hearing your opinions and ideas, so please never be shy!! Writing for prompt list: NO My Masterlist -> here

@wineauntie

Writing -> Love, actually, is really all around.

Coming to your dash: 22nd of December!

Author Information: Hello darlings, my name is Ivy and I typically write fics about ice hockey (more specifically the hughes brothers/ any of the devils!). I’m more than willing to be up for a chat or any questions, so feel free to dm me at any time <3 Writing for Prompt list: YES My Masterlist -> here

@hhughes

Writing -> I'll be home for Christmas

Coming to your dash: 24th of December!

Author Information: hi i’m cami , your local hughes hopper! I mainly write hockey rpf , but also occasionally write formula one rpf. my inbox is always open to yap about your fav sports bf but i’m a slow texter and responder (sorry)🥲 <3 Writing for Prompt List: YES My Masterlist -> here

@tkwrites

Fic Name -> Meet Me Under the Mistletoe - A Quinn & Sarah snapshot.

Coming to your dash: 7th of December!

Author Information: Heya, I’m Tory. I write about hockey - mostly about Quinn Hughes, but I’ve also dabbled in Nico Hischier and Matthew Tkachuk. I write highly emotional fiction and love to explore how people relate to each other. I love to talk to and meet new people and my page and inbox are always open. Writing for Prompt List: No My Masterlist -> here

@cupidbedsy

Writing -> A very klutzy Christmas

Writing -> The letters

Coming to your dash: 3rd, 6th of December!

Author Information: hi my name is emma! i mostly write for hockey but i will also write for f1. feel free to pop into my inbox just to talk or if you want to send a request, they’re always open :) Writing for Prompt List: YES My Masterlist -> here!

@babydollmarauders

Writing -> Mistletoe Make Up

Coming to your dash: 17th of December!

Author Information: i’m faithlynn! i’m a hockey writer, mainly for the new jersey devils, though this event is kind of my return from hiatus. my blog is a safe space to talk about hockey, taylor swift, books, and more ♡ Writing for Prompt List: No My Masterlist -> here!

@luke-hughes43

Writing

Fics ~->';

- Luke hughes: the gift that keeps on giving (matching insta edit)

- Will smith: family traditions (matching insta edit)

- Cutter gauthier: palm tress and snow angels (matching insta edit)

- Matt boldy: holiday lights and snowy nights

- Johnny beecher: what happens at christmas, stays at christmas. even if it’s not in vegas

Insta edits ~->';

- Matt boldy: quite literally Christmas in July

- Johnny beecher: christmas in the city

Coming to your dash: 2nd, 4th, 11th, 18th, 21st and 23rd of December!

Author Information: hey i’m meg! i primarily write for hockey but i talk abt other sports on my blog! my inbox is always open for conversation abt pretty much anything and i love interacting with you guys!

Writing for Prompt List: No My Masterlist -> here

@sweetestdesire

Writing -> The Perfect Gift

Coming to your dash: 25th of December!

Author Information: my name is Brynn, and I’m deeply entrenched in an obsession for hockey boys.

Writing for Prompt List: No My Masterlist -> here

[brynn-lear]

hello hi yes welcome this is Berry right here (re)reading this fic (because i forgot i read it before and just... didnt left a comment for some reason)

“Be not afraid.”

yeah sure dawg cuz i wouldn't be afraid of a random tall (faceless) man abt to approach me-

When you ask for his identity, he claims to be a progressive believer from another town. But rather than enlighten you with the true Word of God, he simply keeps you company and indulges your “vices,” leading to hours spent reading together.

honestly? goals. id want a bf like that bro. reading times w/ capitano... except if I'm damsel, I'd yap his ear off so the probability of that is so so so so low.

At one point, he even gives you a special gift, a quill pen of exceptional quality. The feather, pure white with a soft radiance, must have been sourced from a rare bird of prey.

His visits, his constant thoughts of you, the ever-blurring line between want and duty… nothing of his behavior can be attributed to an angel’s inherent love for humanity. If that were the case, his love wouldn’t beget heartache.

bro is me everytime i realize i'm actually adding another person in my short husbando list like no... c-cmon... i cant accept this sign of weakness /j

The truth is, you were never in need of spiritual salvation. From the moment he first laid eyes on you, what Capitano saw was a pure soul—a good person unlikely to commit evil nor fall into true temptation. Moreover, he knows that your sin of disbelief is forgivable unlike your Church’s sins of violence. That so long as you remain as you are, your soul will not be denied paradise, albeit in a realm of Heaven beyond Capitano’s jurisdiction. So why is he incapable of leaving your side?

honestly this paragraph is already such a banger i have nothing of value to add HAHHAHAH

“It was a well-written novel,” he says simply. “Though her sins tarnished her honor, Rosalyne’s sacrifice was an act of love. Her loss did not hinder her faithfulness to Rostam.”

MY WIIIIFE NOOO HAUSA MY WIFE NAH NAPKS O FORGOT THIS WAS ABT MY WIFE NO OOV OSJ HOW DARE DKSm

“I feel the same way,” you muse. “Now I understand why this book was banned centuries ago. Forbidden love between angels and humans…it certainly goes against what the Church taught us about angels. I have to give the author credit for their imagination.”

do you think capitano read some of these novels and have the same visceral reaction of die hard horror fans cringing at the twilight franchise's depiction of vampires as hot sparkly humans?-

Fantasy, erotica, anti-Church publications, first editions of censored books, stories which merely deviated from the Church’s popular depictions of spiritual beings.

capitano once again thanking celestia that I am not damsel cuz we'll end up reading trash otome isekais for the laughs. bro is not gonna like my reading list

Molten Moment belongs to the last category. Little do you know that it was based on a true story, that the author had really formed a pact with a demon called La Signora. Capitano himself is mentioned in the story under his true name. He was the first to hear of Rosalyne’s sin, that being she saved Rostam’s life during a battle. It was a direct violation of God’s orders: Angels and demons may influence humans, but they are forbidden from directly altering a human’s lifespan.

SIGNORA LET ME FIND YOU SIGNORA CMON SIGNO-

In the following years, she married Rostam and lived a happy life with him on Earth.

Real. I'm Rostam btw. Thank you for being a real G, Capitano /silly

Half the time, he couldn’t even concentrate on the text, his human eyes repeatedly drifting to your intense reading expression.

Capitano hey um buddy listen bud maaaaaybe we shouldnt sin like yknow just a suggestion bro do you feel me like heeey maybe celestia would be absolutely SCREWED if you went against them yknow ykn-

Before you can think of another sanctuary, a soldier strikes you.

Ah.

Haha.

Of course. Haha. Oh. Oh well. GG-

“An angel,” he confesses. He takes a step back, widening the distance between your bodies. “I ask that you pardon my appearance. Such was my sacrifice—for my true form, in all of its monstrosity, to be my sole image.”

*sips tea* jokes on you, i'm into that sht-

“You need not serve God nor partake in fruitful labor like the other souls in Heaven. All I ask is that you rest, indulge yourself, enjoy this paradise to the fullest.”

this is the part where damsel's life went from good to great (in my perspective) this is where sht gets hyped up like yeahhhh this is the moment you go "ah oh here we go there's our deranged psycho with a savior (ironic term to use) and hero complex." HAHAHAHAHHA

What was the name of that variety again? Narcissus triandrus. Angel’s tears.

no further words needed. this is just straight up emotional damage.

Think only of eternity with your beloved savior.

jess shot at me then proceeded to load the gun one more time and then before she could fire, capitano went "no. allow me." and then wacked my heart with a big axe.

10/10 read

˖⋆˚♱ଘ Angel’s Tears ଓ♱˚⋆˖

*cries* I thought I was done with Church AU after Priest! Dottore yet here I am with more unholy ideas. Welp, Guardian Angel! Capitano x Nonbeliever! Darling, here we go (；ω；)

Tw:: yandere, psychological trauma, blood, violence, death, religious abuse, MDNI

Note:: fictional depictions of religion

♡ 3.8k words under the cut ♡

♡ From the moment of their creation, angels are classified into the Nine Orders. This hierarchy determines their roles in Heaven and Earth, with higher ranks assigned greater levels of power and authority. A special exception is The Strongest Angel, an individual who is neither a Seraph nor an angel from the First Sphere. Rather, the moniker belongs to Il Capitano, the leader of the Powers.

♡ The legitimacy of his title has never been questioned. As a warrior angel, Capitano’s purpose is to vanquish evil. He is the chivalrous knight in bloodstained armor, the nigh-invincible being who strikes fear into the hearts of demons, the ever-righteous angel bound by a paradoxical duty to partake in violence for the sake of everlasting peace.

♡ It is in a small town in Mondstadt, following his victory over a legion of demons, that Capitano encounters you. It is the hour of mass yet you are nowhere near the Church; rather, you have taken sanctuary in a secluded meadow. A book sits on your lap, not a religious text but a tale of dark fantasy. There is a saintlike quality to your countenance, an air of melancholy as delicate as the flowers which surround you.

✿ ⚘

The moment Capitano appears before you, all peace leaves the meadow.

No, this isn’t right. It is normal for humans to feel fear in the divine presence of angels, yet he is donning his human guise. Nonetheless, as soon as his shadow touches your form, you look up and suppress a shriek, your face losing its veil of apathy.

So what exactly did he do wrong?

For your benefit, he remains rooted to his spot. Clarity comes in the form of your gaze flitting to your book, its title printed on the cover in conspicuous letters, the whispers which leave trembling lips.

“I…I can explain! This book���it’s just fiction! There are no real curses or spells inscribed in the text; it doesn’t promote any form of blasphemy!”

Ah, now he understands. You weren’t afraid of him.

Carefully, Capitano takes a step forward and raises his hand in a calming gesture. A gentle expression adorns his false face.

“Be not afraid.”

✿ ⚘

♡ It doesn’t take long for him to understand your wariness. A glimpse into your soul, paired with your quiet explanation, tells the story of an orphan raised by the Church. Only, your Church is one of many founded on distorted beliefs, of violence preached in the name of a cruel god. As a result, your upbringing was marked by strict rules, corporal punishments, and sermons which painted the image of a hopeless child with a weakness for temptation.

♡ Knowing this, Capitano can’t fault you for forsaking God and your Church. Still in his human guise, he promises his silence and leaves the meadow. But once he returns to Heaven, his first course of action is to apply for a position as your guardian angel. It is an easy process—while that role is typically reserved for the lower ranks, there is no shortage of humans in need of spiritual guidance and protection. He only questions why an angel wasn’t assigned to you when you were in greatest need of one.

♡ Henceforth, Capitano becomes a recurring character in your life. Every week, he visits you in the meadow. When you ask for his identity, he claims to be a progressive believer from another town. But rather than enlighten you with the true Word of God, he simply keeps you company and indulges your “vices,” leading to hours spent reading together. Beyond those meetings, he also watches over you to ward off any demons or humans seeking to harm you.

♡ From your end, you slowly warm up to your mysterious companion. He is a man of few words, but his actions always convey a sense of kindness. And despite his faith, he genuinely respects your beliefs and accepts you as you are. At one point, he even gives you a special gift, a quill pen of exceptional quality. The feather, pure white with a soft radiance, must have been sourced from a rare bird of prey.

♡ Over time, however, something changes. Capitano can’t deny that the faults lies with him. His visits, his constant thoughts of you, the ever-blurring line between want and duty…nothing of his behavior can be attributed to an angel’s inherent love for humanity. If that were the case, his love wouldn’t beget heartache. His love wouldn’t beget the temptation to harm others, rooted not in the name of justice but for your own safety. His love wouldn’t beget lust, guilt, dishonor, desires so sinfully evocative of his own fallibility.

♡ The truth is, you were never in need of spiritual salvation. From the moment he first laid eyes on you, what Capitano saw was a pure soul—a good person unlikely to commit evil nor fall into true temptation. Moreover, he knows that your sin of disbelief is forgivable unlike your Church’s sins of violence. That so long as you remain as you are, your soul will not be denied paradise, albeit in a realm of Heaven beyond Capitano’s jurisdiction. So why is he incapable of leaving your side?

✿ ⚘

“I had a long, long dream. I dreamed that you and I met again in the pure white world that we created.”

As you read the final line, your gaze leaves the book and returns to Capitano.

“What did you think of the story?”

Your shoulder brushes against his own, a tempting sensation. It is all he can do to remain still, to think against seeking out more of your touch, to remind himself that your close proximity is a mere necessity for your current activity.

The left side of the book, bearing the story’s ending, rests in your left hand. The other side is held in Capitano’s right hand, a blank page devoid of hope for a happy ending. When he turns the page, you seamlessly catch it under your thumb to show the next page.

Who knew of the casual intimacies imbued in the act of reading together?

“It was a well-written novel,” he says simply. “Though her sins tarnished her honor, Rosalyne’s sacrifice was an act of love. Her loss did not hinder her faithfulness to Rostam.”

“I feel the same way,” you muse. “Now I understand why this book was banned centuries ago. Forbidden love between angels and humans…it certainly goes against what the Church taught us about angels. I have to give the author credit for their imagination.”

It’s just the two of you again, this time in the library. At the start of winter, you invited Capitano to your workplace. There, in your greatest show of trust, you brought him to a secret room dedicated to texts banned by the Church for promoting “blasphemy.” Fantasy, erotica, anti-Church publications, first editions of censored books, stories which merely deviated from the Church’s popular depictions of spiritual beings.

Molten Moment belongs to the last category. Little do you know that it was based on a true story, that the author had really formed a pact with a demon called La Signora. Capitano himself is mentioned in the story under his true name.

He was one of the few angels who noticed the changes in Rosalyne’s behavior. She used to be a Throne, an angel with no connection to Earth nor humanity. Yet by some twist of fate, she laid eyes on a brave knight from Mondstadt and began to meet him in her human guise.

He was the first to hear of Rosalyne’s sin, that being she saved Rostam’s life during a battle. It was a direct violation of God’s orders: Angels and demons may influence humans, but they are forbidden from directly altering a human’s lifespan.

He was a silent witness to Rosalyne’s descent. She fell from Heaven, burned by her own flames, yet she had never appeared more ecstatic. In the following years, she married Rostam and lived a happy life with him on Earth.

He was the last to recognize Rostam’s soul at the pearly gates, forever separated from his fallen lover. Such had been Rosalyne’s divine punishment, worsened by her knowledge of this possibility. But what else was she to do? To let Rostam know of her true nature? To drag his soul down to Hell, where he’d be subjected to an eternity of undeserved suffering?

Capitano is no fool. As he read Molten Moment, he began to understand Rosalyne’s sin in a new light. Half the time, he couldn’t even concentrate on the text, his human eyes repeatedly drifting to your intense reading expression.

He closes the book, leaving it in your sole grasp. But before he can stand up from the sofa, you scoot closer and lean your weight on him. The book is placed on a nearby table, forgotten.

“Do you mind?” you whisper. Your right hand, empty since the prologue, traces his left hand.

A moment of silence precedes his response. “You may.”

Wordlessly, you take his hand and intertwine your fingers. A gesture of intimacy, an unspoken confession. Yet as he savors your touch, Capitano wonders if you would harbor the same level of comfort around his true form.

He doubts it. As a Power, he bears an inhuman appearance on par with that of his superiors. It is his true image which has earned him the title of monster by witnessing humans.

Still, he allows himself to indulge in the blessing that is your oblivion. When you look into his two human eyes, there is a soft light in your gaze wholly free of fear.

“Spring is coming soon,” you mutter. “I can’t wait to see the flowers again. Come to think of it, there’s a variety of narcissus which grows only in late spring. It’s very pretty.”

Against his better judgment, Capitano strengthens his grip on your hand. “Shall I take it as an invitation to resume our meetings in the meadow?”

“Sure.” That is when you look up, a small smile adorning your face. “And if you can’t visit for whatever reason, I’ll pick a bouquet and preserve it for you.”

For once, Capitano is rendered speechless.

Rarely do you ever smile. Even to him, you retain your listless disposition—whether it is out of habit or lingering distance, he has yet to discern your reasons. But that is what makes it all the more special, those few instances when he is beholden to your expressions.

He wonders if this is what humans feel in the divine presence of angels, when they are borne witness to all things holy and beautiful.

Your smile is a phenomenon reserved only for the worthiest of souls. And in your grace, he has never felt more undeserving.

✿ ⚘

♡ At the end of winter, a religious war is authorized by the Church of Mondstadt. Shortly after the news reaches your town, Capitano informs you that he will be busy with “work.” He says it during another reading date, featuring Heart of Clear Springs. Before leaving, he kisses your hand and gives you a kind smile. There is a sad look in his eyes, but you don’t inquire further.

♡ In late spring, your town is attacked. With the entire area under fire, from your home to the meadow, you find yourself running back to the sacred building which you’d avoided for years. After all, though the enemy soldiers belong to a different denomination, they still worship the same god as you. In the present, the church is the only place on Earth where you can claim asylum and pray for your survival.

♡ Except every entrance is locked, including the doors to the orphanage. As the army reaches the town square, all you can do is bang on the front doors and beg to be let in. From inside, you can hear the voices of the people that luckily attended mass before the invasion. Some tell you to hide elsewhere, others beg you for forgiveness, a few sound like the nuns and caretakers who tormented you in the past.

♡ Before you can think of another sanctuary, a soldier strikes you. Pain…it has never felt more intense. Through your fading consciousness, you register your body falling and your head hitting the concrete. Blood pools from your forehead and trickles down the steps of the church, tainting it red.

♡ Life flashes before your eyes in a blurry sequence. The static images of God, sermons and bruises, unanswered prayers, people who never believed you or simply didn’t care. A birthday celebrated with your departure from the Church. Sanctuary found in the library followed by the meadow. Yet the numbness remained, each day bleeding into the next in a gloomy haze. In all those years, did you ever feel God’s love?

♡ It doesn’t matter at this point. A small part of you wonders if you should have retained your faith, continued your prayers, sought out salvation in the safety of your solitude. At least then, at the hour of your death, you wouldn’t be confronted with the fact of your humanity. The primal fear of death, the spiritual fear of ending up in Hell no matter Capitano’s reassurances.

♡ Capitano…where is he? Weakly, you call out to him but he doesn’t appear. Of course, why would he? You should feel thankful; it means he is probably safe, wherever he is. Still, you can’t help but wish he were here—if not to save you, as he has done by simply keeping you company, but to comfort you one last time. And those are the thoughts which plague you in your final moments, an unheard prayer on the tip of your tongue.

“I pray that we meet again, myself and the first person who truly loved me.”

♡ ______ died on a cloudy day, one of many people persecuted in the name of God. After the Church was destroyed and its followers slaughtered, their body was buried in a mass grave that once flourished with nature. There was a poignant quality to their countenance, an air of distress as transient as the flowers planted above them.

♡ At least, that is how your story ends from the perspectives of the survivors. But to the angels and demons who witnessed the destruction of your town, your death was only the end of a chapter in your life. In their eyes, Capitano had been present all throughout, an invisible witness to your death, absolute in his refusal to perform an unauthorized miracle.

♡ He remained by your side until the light faded from your eyes. That was when he took notice of the bouquet of narcissus clutched in your hand, tainted with blood despite your feeble efforts to save his gift. A soldier approached your corpse, intending to drag it down the steps for burial; but before they could touch you, Capitano appeared before them.

♡ It was only for a brief second, but the soldier drew back and cowered in fear. In the following days, they were haunted by the memory of the angelic figure who appeared outside the Church of Mondstadt. Or more precisely, the monster who prayed over a bloodstained corpse and took a bouquet of ruined flowers out of their grasp.

✿ ⚘

From the moment you wake up, all peace leaves the meadow.

What happened? Your memory comes back in hazy fragments—death, darkness, blinding light, pearly gates, ethereal figures. Most vivid is the sensation of strong arms and soft feathers, a familiar warmth which accompanied you throughout your journey.

As for your current surroundings, you are in a meadow so beautiful that it brings to mind the Garden of Eden. Flowers of every variety bloom across the scenery, some out of season. The sky is bright, sunless, a canvas of multiple colors. There are no other signs of life.

Internally, too, something feels off. A nearby pond provides a glimpse of your reflection—white garments, gold scars in place of your fatal injuries, your disoriented countenance. If this place is what you think it is…shouldn’t you feel at peace, happy even? And why are you alone?

Your gaze lands on a patch of flowers. Pure white, perianth petals, cup-shaped coronas…the same type of narcissus which grew in your favorite meadow. The flowers point in different directions, as though searching for a sun that does not exist.

“You are awake.”

A shadow touches your form, engulfing you in darkness. It bears a large, unrecognizable shape but such details evade you as you recognize the voice behind you.

“Capitano!” Immediately, you turn around, only to gasp and suppress a scream.

The person before you…can you even call him human? He is incredibly tall, to the point that you must crane your neck to see his face—assuming there is one beneath his iron mask. His body is clad in silver armor, stained blood in some places. A halo, shaped like a crown of thorns, shines behind his head.

But what shocks you are his wings. A single pair covered in radiant white feathers and eerily dark blue eyes. Each eye seems to glow with an uncanny aura.

Dark blue eyes with a striking resemblance to Capitano’s. What more for his long black hair and his solemn manner of speaking?

It doesn’t make your revelation any less unsettling.

“Capitano.” Your voice comes out in a nervous whisper. “Is it really you? You’re a…”

“An angel,” he confesses. He takes a step back, widening the distance between your bodies. “I ask that you pardon my appearance. Such was my sacrifice—for my true form, in all of its monstrosity, to be my sole image.”

His human face comes to mind, along with the kind gaze you fell in love with.

You feel the weight of multiple gazes on you. “What do you mean?”

“Is this realm to your satisfaction?” he asks. “I beseeched God to create a special paradise for you, cut off from the rest of Heaven. The price is that your capacity to feel negative emotions remains in this realm…though that is preferable.”

Preferable? How so? Right now, you can barely process what he is telling you. You are dead. Your companion is an angel. Your soul is in paradise, but not exactly.

After everything you’ve been through, you were still deemed worthy of a place in Heaven.

“I am sorry.”

Capitano’s voice brings you back to reality. He has never sounded more serious, emotional, repentant. And when you look up…

Is he crying?

Most of his eyes remain open, focusing on you with a fervent stare. But others are downcast, as if unable to face you. And a few appear glossy, blinking back iridescent tears.

“I am truly sorry.” He bows his head in shame, wings folded. “What I did to you was cruel, an absolute injustice.”

You don’t know which eyes to make contact with. “You—”

“It must have been painful,” he continues. “Even if I were to justify my actions, the truth lies in the fact that I tolerated your suffering for my own selfish desires. And that is why I ask not for your forgiveness, knowing I am the one at fault.”

Silence. In light of Capitano’s confession, all you can do is stare at him and comprehend the weight of your situation. What exactly are you supposed to feel, knowing his betrayal? Knowing that regardless of your feelings, you have nowhere else to go in the afterlife?

Yet despite it all, your prayer came true. The two of you were able to meet again.

And that is what compels you to take a step forward, to come closer until you are standing in front of him. “Hey, it’s…don’t cry.”

A delicate sensation blesses his wings—your hands carefully tracing his feathers to wipe away his tears. Several eyes widen in surprise, but all he can see in your gaze is sympathy.

“I’ll admit, it was painful,” you tell him. “Dying alone. But maybe it’s…better this way. If I survived, I’d have to deal with the loss of my home. And who knows what kind of living hell the other Church would’ve put me through?”

Above all, Capitano is the only person whose love you can believe in.

Hesitantly, you take his hand and intertwine your fingers. The next words to leave your lips are spoken with certainty, bringing fresh tears to his eyes.

“I’m sure it was an act of love on your part.”

His reaction is sudden, incurring your surprise. But all you can do is surrender to Capitano’s embrace, allow his free arm to hold your waist and pull you closer to him. His wings wrap around you, caging you in soft feathers and eerie blue orbs.

“Capitano?” You can only look up at him, peering into the contents of his mask.

…It’s like staring into an abyss, a night sky dotted with twinkling blue stars. But in the absence of a human likeness, his words express what a face cannot.

“Never again,” he vows, “shall I allow harm to befall you. That is a promise.”

The hand on your waist moves upwards to caress your face. His touch is light, more hesitant than his previous gestures.

“You need not serve God nor partake in fruitful labor like the other souls in Heaven. All I ask is that you rest, indulge yourself, enjoy this paradise to the fullest.”

A flower is pinned to his armor, right above his heart. You recognize it instantly—a narcissus in full bloom, stained with your blood.

“If you desire a flower, it shall grow at once. If there are any books you would like to read, they shall be brought to you shortly.”

What was the name of that variety again? Narcissus triandrus. Angel’s tears.

“If you are in need of my presence, I shall appear before you, so long as I am not in the midst of battle. And should you ever desire the opposite, I can promise my distance.”

When Capitano looks into your eyes, all he can see is his own reflection. Whatever emotion colors your gaze, it casts his true image in a compassionate light.

“I shall do everything in my power to bring you joy for all of eternity. Such will be my penance.”

“...All right.” With that, you close your eyes and lean into his touch. He feels warm, comfortingly familiar. “I’ll trust you on that.”

Rest in peace, ______.

Think not of your mortal body in the beginning stages of decay.

Think not of your tormentors who are paying for their sins in Hell.

Think only of eternity with your beloved savior.

♡

More Church AU here!! Dottore ๑ Arlecchino ๑ Pantalone

Note:: Please do not send me any Church AU asks/ requests involving other characters or dynamics who are not listed in my masterlist.

Aahhhh it's done....this idea turned out much heavier than expected, but I'm glad that I was able to write this!! I hope you all cried over enjoyed the story of Angel! Capitano and his damsel. They were truly a delight to write for~

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[docgold13]

Batman: The Animated Series - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

My Top Fifteen Most Favorite Episodes of Batman: The Animated Series

#15). Harley and Ivy - Airdate January 18th, 1993. Written by Paul Dini; directed by Boyd Kirkland.

#14). Robin’s Reckoning Part One - Airdate February 7th, 1993. Written by Randy Rogel; directed by Dick Sebast.

13). Egg Baby - Airdate April 1st, 2000.  Written by Hilary J. Bader and Alan Burnett; directed by James Tucker.

#12). His Silicon Soul - Airdate November 20th, 1992.  Written by Marty Isenberg and Robert N. Skir; directed by Boyd Kirkland.

#11). Birds of a Feather - Airdate February 8th, 1993.  Written by Brynne Stephens and Chuck Menville; Directed by Frank Paur.

#10). Over the Edge - Airdate May 23rd, 1998. Written by Paul Dini, Stan Berkowitz and Alan Burnett; directed by Yûichirô Yano.

#9). The Laughing Fish - Airdate January 10th, 1993. Written by Paul Dini; directed by Bruce Timm.

#8). Joker’s Favor - Airdate September 11th, 1992.  Written by Paul Dini; directed by Boyd Kirkland.

#7). Growing Pains - Airdate February 28th, 1998.  Written by Paul Dini and Robert Goodman; Directed by Atsuko Tanaka.  

#6). Harlequinade - Airdate May 23rd, 1994.  Written to Paul Dini; Directed by Kevin Altieri.  

#5). Feat of Clay Part Two - Airdate  September 9th, 1992.  Written by Marv Wolfman and Michael Reaves; Directed by Kevin Altieri.

#4). The Trial - Airdate May 16th, 1994.  Written by Paul Dini and Bruce Timm; Directed by Dan Riba.

#3). Two-Face Part One - Airdate September 25th, 1992.  Written by Alan Burnett and Randy Rogel; Directed by Kevin Altieri.

#2). Almost Got ‘Im - Airdate November 10th, 1992.  Written by Paul Dini; Directed by Eric Radomski.

#1). Heart of Ice - Airdate September 7th, 1992.  Written by Paul Dini; Directed by Bruce Timm.  

[brynn-lear]

Yandere Erudition Emanator!Veritas Ratio x Reader (happens during Ruan Mei's appearance)

based from the gossipmonger's ask about Ratio having a reckless!reader :) have fun!!!

[prokopetz]

Hey! So I ran a one-shot of Eat God and we had a blast. I have some feedback to offer from both myself and my players (This was actually a while ago but I’ve been busy as hell so I’m only writing it up now, so I might have forgotten some things). 

First off, character creation was just as fun as advertised. My player’s all loved getting to choose their character’s traits and appearance and designing their deicidal muppets. The game’s mechanics also made it extremely easy to create looney-tunes style shenanigans, which both I and the character’s took full advantage of. 

At one point a character with the roving limbs trait was running away with a barrel containing another character (I put the character in the barrel) balanced on their legs while their top half distracted the town guards, a completely different character slipped into the sewers I hadn’t thought about and I had a chance to throw a surprise alligator at them, and a theocratic pastor said that he “carried God with him in his heart” (which ended exactly as anthropophagically as I had expected it too). I also got the great quote from one of my players “I swear to the god I want to eat.” 

I have a few critiques, a few suggestions for things to develop for future editions, and a few questions. My first critique is that I think that having tokens for obstinacy is a little distracting, since you keep track of everything else about your character on paper (we ended up using Sprite flavored tic-tacs that one of the player’s had in their bag) and would be better done on the character sheet. I also think the game could use a formal turn structure for high-pressure situations. It’s a game that promotes chaotic play, and with people popcorning in it got a bit loud and overwhelming. 

For future developments, I think that having more specific action types like attack, help, investigate, etc. would be helpful. Specifying the mechanical effects tied to some of the abilities, like being able to “stun” someone with Primordial Power and Dizzying Display, having a general movement speed that would be doubled by Fast Feet, being difficult to harm with Defensive Dermis, etc., would be useful for the GM. And more examples of NPC abilities would be useful, if only to have something to base homebrew on. 

There are also a few questions I had. First, is there a specific time scale for actions taken in a high-pressure situation like combat? 

Second, I assume that you count the unmodified roll for calculating calamity? Because I don’t believe any roll over a character’s facet would have no chance of triggering calamity, and similarly don’t believe that positive modifiers would increase the chance of calamity. 

Lastly, a general lesson I learned as a GM that I do not hold against your game: be careful how far you let your characters stretch the limits of their abilities in low pressure situations if you’re too socially anxious to retcon in high pressure ones. 

Ultimately I think it’s a great game and everyone had a great time. I meant to run another session but didn’t find the time, so I might have more feedback when I finally get around to that. For credits sake I’m Kendall R., my players wanted to be credited as Noc, Ladybug, and Brynne.

(With reference to this post here.)

I appreciate the feedback. With respect to your questions:

First, is there a specific time scale for actions taken in a high-pressure situation like combat?

There is not. Defining a more formal conflict framework with a specific round length is a potential addition to a future revision, albeit not one I'm committing to adding at this time.

Second, I assume that you count the unmodified roll for calculating calamity?

Dice rolls in Eat God are generally not modified in any way; the value of a particular die is the number you rolled on that die. Effect modifiers (which I assume are what you're referring to here) apply to the roll's Result, which is the number you get from carrying out the procedure described in "Rolling and Reading Your Result"; any comparison which does not explicitly refer to a roll's Result is referring to the values the dice are physically showing.

[toastandjamie]

Wot Characters and the Taylor Swift song I most associate with them and their favorite Era!(excluding Debut and Tortured Poets Department)

Rand: You’re on Your Own Kid, when asked he consistently says Speak Now

Mat: Cruel Summer, he insists he’s only really listened to Reputation-this is a lie- Midnights is his favorite album

Perrin: Paper Rings, the Lover Album is by and large his favorite- however Fearless is a close second- he just thinks the songs are pretty

Egwene: Wildest Dreams, she’s a Reputation girly first and foremost

Nynaeve: Treacherous, Folklore zero elaboration needed

Elayne: Mastermind, 1989 is her favorite album by far

Min: You Belong With Me, she’s a Red girly and was the one who got Mat to listen to Taylor’s entire discography

Avienda: Red, Avienda isn’t very familiar with all the eras but after Elayne showed her all the albums she picked Evermore

Faile: Stay Stay Stay, just like Egwene she’s a Reputation girly(secretly her favorite is Lover)

Tuon: You’re In Love, Tuon claims to not have any preference but catch her listening to Folklore on repeat

Morraine: The Lucky One, Evermore without a doubt

Siuan: Lavender Haze, she’s a fan of the classics and loves Fearless

Lan: I Know Places, his favorite album is folklore because it’s Nynaeve’s

Thom: Exile, he appreciates the storytelling of Folklore

Brynn: Epiphany, he does not know the names of the albums but he liked most of the songs on Red

Gawyn: Anti-Hero, he insists he doesn’t like Taylor Swift but the answer is 1989

Galad: Karma, without hesitation he says Midnights

Berelain: Slut!, this is a woman who listens to Red, A Lot

[humblequestvinyl]

just married

JUST MARRIED, EDDIE DIAZ X FEM!READER

APART OF THE 'ROLLING UP THE WELCOME MAT' SERIES

SUMMARY: after leaving LA, y/n flies to nashville, reflecting on her marriage with eddie, staring at the pictures of the two on their wedding day, wondering how they went from love, to just married.

inspired by just married by kelsea ballerini

previous chapter, | next chapter,

lowercase intentional! wc: 1.07k

warning: mentions of sex (no smut), divorce, swearing, marriage problems, brief alcohol mention.

a/n: THIS IS SO SHORT I AM SO SORRY BUUUT! i am so excited about this series, and im SO SO SO excited to write the next chapter !!! 

“SO YOU AND EDDIE ARE GETTING A DIVORCE BECAUSE HE WAS COMING HOME LATE?”

“i’m sure that there was a good reason for the fact that he was coming home late. there has to be.”buck tried to reason with the girl, and she shook her head slightly as she fixed the glasses that were on top of her head, “you two could’ve worked that out!”

“it was more than that buck.”she whispered, trying everything she could not to cry, “there was more than just that buck, we haven’t been on the same page for years.”

“y/n, you and eddie are the only thing that makes sense in my life. if the two of you break up, nothing in this world makes sense.”buck stressed, and y/n stood in front of him, with her hands shaking.

“buck the only reason i’m in LA is to sign the divorce papers. our marriage started to fall apart years ago.”she tried to tell him, but buck couldn’t accept it, “it started 10 months after we got married.”

—

(ONE MONTH BEFORE.)

“I WROTE A NEW SONG.”

y/n announced as she sat down with her producer brynn, who gave the girl a look as the h/c girl sat on the floor of the studio,  “i was looking at the old wedding pictures i had up in the apartment last night and started writing.”

“what’s the lyrics?”brynn questioned, before y/n pulled out her phone, and opened up her notes app, grabbing the lyrics.

“i don’t think i lied when i said i wanted that life.”she started, tapping her fingers against the ground, with her wedding band still in plain view, “maybe i was too young to understand what i wanted at all.”

“but baby it was true, with all that i knew, it felt like forever that december two.”she went on, not daring to glance up, knowing her bloodshot eyes would give away everything, “a fairytale start, with us crossing our hearts, we rode off in a car that said “just married.””

she stopped herself after the first verse, before clearing her throat and pushing her beanie down on her head more, “the rest of the lyrics are a bit rough and have to be cleaned up if we’re able to do that today.”

“yeah of course.”brynn nodded, before grabbing out a notebook and a pen, helping the girl fix up the lyrics, before they had quickly moved onto creating a sound, one that reminded the h/c girl of a wedding song.

“i don’t know what i’m supposed to do with my wedding dress now.”y/n’s voice rasped as they took a little break, and brynn looked at the girl with such sadness in her eyes, knowing exactly what the girl was going through.

“if you do anything with this song, either releasing it as a single or even have a music video for it, wear your dress in it.”brynn suggested, and the singer shrugged, picking at the rug of the studio floor, “it’s a gorgeous dress, and you can create better memories with it.”

“i feel bad about wanting out knowing chris is going to get caught in the middle of all of this.”she whispered, feeling tears threatening to spill as she thought about the boy who she adored, “i just couldn’t stay there any longer. i couldn’t continue killing myself over a marriage that was one-sided.”

“and you shouldn’t have to.”brynn reassured the girl, grabbing her hand and giving it a comforting squeeze, “in this instance, you have to put yourself first, and if leaving is the solution, then so be it.”

“chris will forgive you.”brynn told her, causing y/n to look up at her, “i’ve met the kid. he will forgive you.”

after a bit, y/n got up wordlessly and walked into the studio with the notebook, giving it one shot to sing the entire song without crying, which is something she hadn’t been able to do yet. once she got through the first part of the song, she looked up at brynn who gave her a reassuring smile.

“long distance text, make-up-for-time sex, tired of asking when i’ll see you next.”she sang, with flashes of memories from when she would constantly text eddie, asking when she would be able to see him next, the endless booked flights that he constantly missed to go and see her, “i’m too mad to fight, so i’ll stare and cry at the picture of you, and me wearing white.”

“just married.”

“but i wasn’t made for fixing a plate, and keeping our problems buried.”she went on, feeling her heart shatter into a million pieces, just like a plate would after it had been dropped onto the ground, “no i wasn’t strong enough to hold on, with all of the weight i carried.”

“yeah it was love, then it was just married.”

flashes of her wedding went through her mind, with the vivid taste of veuve they had drank as their celebratory drink on her taste buds. their vows ringing through her mind, always promising to stick by each other throughout everything.

everything little memory of the past five years tainted from her soon to be ex husband, and every little thing they had done together.

“but dammit i wish i wasn’t this ready, to undo i do.”she paused, swallowing hard, knowing she had one more verse left before she was finished with the song, “but i wasn’t made for fixing a plate, and getting divorced sounds scary.”

“but i’m just not strong enough to hold on, with all of the weight that i carried.”she admitted, playing with the strings of her hoodie, knowing she was at the finish line, “yeah it was love, it really was.”

“then it was just married.”

[nhlclover]

earth to sofia? sparks fly au

✭ — summary: sofia realizes how she feels about rutger

✭ — warnings: none

✭ — a/n: he is so boyfriend

✭ — word count: 0.73k

A few weeks go by, and Sofia and Rutger continue their "tutor" sessions. They begin to switch up locations, frequenting coffee shops, the library and Sofia's dorm when she knows Brynn won’t be there.

This time they were meeting at a Starbucks. Sofia spotted Rutger at a table, reading their newest required book, The Catcher in the Rye. However, when Sofia looked back at the book, checking on Rutger's progress, she realized it wasn’t actually The Catcher in the Rye.

“What’re you reading?” Sofia asks him. He flips the book cover over, showing it to Sofia.

“Are you reading Little Women?” Sofia asks, a grin tugging on her lips.

“Yeah.” He says. “Listen, can you tell me if Laurie and Jo end up together? Because they get along really well.”

Sofia — albeit still confused as to why Rutger is reading a book that’s not for their course — is grinning ear to ear now, glad to tell Rutger about the book.

“I’m not telling, you’ll have to read Good Wives to see if they get together.” Sofia says.

“There’s a second book?” Rutger asks.

“Yeah, it’s the sequel. It’s set when they’re older.” Sofia explains.

Rutger nods, opening up his book and continuing to read.

“Sorry, wait.” Sofia interrupts. “Why are you reading Little Women?”

“Well you talk about it all the time so I wanted to actually be able to talk to you when you talk about Laurie and Jo's complicated relationship.” Rutger explains.

Sofia feels as though her heart literally swells at his explanation.

He is reading my favourite book just so he can talk to me about it.

“Okay,” Sofia says. “You’ll have to tell me what you think about it when you finish.”

Sofia pulls out her book and notebook, fighting back the urge to squeal.

“I’m going to go get a coffee, want anything?” Sofia asks.

“No need. I got you one already.” Rutger says, sliding her the cup next to him.

Sofia takes it, reluctantly, reading the order on the sticker. He ordered her normal order of a blonde hazelnut latte. “How’d you know what to order?” Sofia asked.

“I just remembered what you’ve ordered in the past.” Rutger shrugged.

The combination of Rutger reading her favourite book, as well as him remembering her coffee order, made Sofia’s palms sweat.

Sofia couldn’t figure out why he and his actions were making her so nervous.

And this wasn’t the first time he’s made her feel this way since they met.

Last week, when they were studying at Rutgers, they had ordered dinner while Sofia proofread his paper. Sofia had the sleeves of her shirt pulled over her fingers and had her arms wrapped around her torso, trying to keep herself warm. The boys liked to keep the house frigid for some reason, even as the weather was starting to turn.

“You cold?” Rutger asked.

“Just a little,” Sofia said. “What temperature do you guys keep this house at anyway, like 40 degrees?”

Rutger laughs, getting up and going into his closet, pulling out a dark green hoodie. “Catch.” He says, launching the hoodie at you.

“Rutger, I’m fine.” Sofia says, throwing it back to him.

“You’re not fine, you’re practically shivering.” He says, this time standing in front of her and handing her the hoodie. “Take it.”

Sofia takes the hoodie from Rutger, slipping it over her head. Rutger looks at her, a small smile on his lips.

“What?” Sofia asks.

“Nothing you just…you’re…greens your colour.” Rutger shrugs. Sofia’s heart fluttered at the light blush that came upon his cheeks. Sofia lets out a soft chuckle.

“Thank you, Rut.” Sofia says.

“How about we order dinner?” Rutger offers, changing the subject.

Sofia couldn’t help but think about the last time she’d felt this way around a boy. Colby.

It suddenly clicks in Sofia’s head and she starts to panic internally.

She was falling for another one of her brother's teammates.

“Hello? Earth to Sofia?”

Sofia is snapped from her internal thoughts looking at Rutger who is waving a hand in the air. “You alright? You’ve been staring at your computer screen for like a minute now.” He says

“Sorry.” Sofia chuckles. “Just kind of got lost there for a second.”

“You’re good.” Rutger smiles. “So I’m debating which essay prompt I should do for Catcher in the Rye.”

Sofia nods, tucking her thoughts away and helping Rutger with his essay prompt.

[navxry]

...

Birthdays are not widely known to the God of World Destruction. In fact, it was the opposite for them, as only a few cared to remember their birthday.

For them, the occasion is something they paid no heed to. What use is there for a celebration when they have work to do in the Void of Creation? Only their following bothered to remember it, and the majority either feared or hated destruction for what it's worth. It would only be counter-intuitive to even say that it should be celebrated.

But every time they spoke about that sentiment to others, they were met with either denial or divergence.

"Why do you not see your birthday as a worthy occasion?" the King of Hell asked them once, putting down his violin to face the other more clearly. "You seem to dislike it when it comes. You even stopped Azrael from informing others when it was clear he had good intentions."

The God seem to hesitate, their frown deepening at his comment.

"Many others in my past always forget it's my day of birth, Lucifer," they answered, reluctant to even spare him a glance. "It's almost like a normal day to them— a day where nothing is celebrated. It hurts when I have to make it obvious to them by mentioning its a special occasion for me, when they have never failed to remember others and their birthdays."

Lucifer frowned. He always hated it when Navina had compared themselves to others, especially on the topic of themself.

"That's because they're ignorant," he said, his hair moving to pat their head as gently as he could, for his arms ceased to work as it used to. "And even if they never fail to do that for others, why would they do it now? I say that they were doing it to their friends, not for everyone."

"Hah, I wish," they muttered with a frown. "They always celebrated others, but... It's like they forgot about me."

Forgetting... Such a painful curse that many would do.

"Lucifer, I know you and everyone remembered it and try to make it feel special, but... Before then, everyone always forgets its my birthday. Not even the people I call 'friends' in the flesh bothered, except for those who I've met from other countries that knew me better than those I'm with."

The albino can only look down at their hands, soiled from the constant burning of the worlds and the ashes of the lives lost. They felt tears built up from their eyes, the sorrow getting to them more and more.

It hurts to remember. They wish they simply forgot, so that they wouldn't feel the pain they do now.

"What use is celebrating a God they despised? What use is there to even acknowledge that God when all they have is blood on their hands?"

The King paused, but simply sighed.

"Your followers celebrate you because they know of your valiant efforts, Navina. Even if others have forgotten that occasion, they are but a dime of dozen that do."

His hair moved to grab the violin again, the other tendrils grabbing letters of people wishing them the same thing. Handing the papers to them, the God sniffed and opened each of them, their eyes widening at the sight.

So many of them wished them a birthday today— some from different worlds, even. Their messages were all personalized, with some (like Rosehearts) inviting them to his unbirthday party to celebrate theirs, while others (with the likes of Albedo) mentioning that he had an experiment for them to try with him.

There were even others, like Esther, Mei, Brynn, Jessamine, Carmine, Tae, Sam, Yami, Fifi... Their own companions wishing them the same thing. Those that still remembered them, and those that clearly still stayed even when they weren't human.

"See?" the violinist hummed in satisfaction, his wide grin returning once more. "Maybe the people you're with have forgotten about the occasion today, but there's far more that remember it. All you need to do is change your perspective."

The God was speechless. It was difficult to even say such a word with so many wishing them the same thing. But after a while, they managed to crack a smile.

Even if the tears fell, it was not out of sorrow, but of joy.

It was nice to be remembered for once, even if it's only for today.

AAAAAA HI Y'ALL HAIUHFSRUI sorry for the sad drabble, I needed the hurt/comfort because I've experienced people that seem to forgor my birthday, but I also wanted to give light to people that said their birthday wishes to me.

Special thanks for the people I mentioned for simply existing (and for greeting me) <3 y'all may not have gifts, or you guys are busy to make some, but being friends with y'all had been the best gift I ever want.

Anyways, here's to many years of being together. Cheers!

(tagging the people I mentioned/my mutuals: @mixed-kester ; @meimeimeirin ; @beloved-brynn ; @nice-chiaki ; @paperbcy ; @pastel-rights ; @fffiii ; @leftdestiny-posts ; + many others that I forgor but are my mutuals, pls rb if I forgor you Im sorry HAIUHDSFI)