#Mortal Kayne au

[grayscale-sparks]

anyone got any good Kayne song recs?

[thecatspasta]

More of this au anatomy isnt real also it got renamed to the 'God Privileges Revoked Au'

(credit to @/nyxfaei for this specific idea)

[snakeunderyourboot]

we should talk about malevolent but soulmates au, especially in the context of Jarthur

Imagine the situation when your soulmate is not only some eldritch being BUT ALSO someone you have to share a body with. Also, it could be both romantic and platonic

like....there are many different versions of how soulmates work. There could be soulmate marks, or being colorblind and only seeing color when you met your soulmate, the timer that runs out when you see your soulmate, the first phrase they are going to say to you, some tatoo, or even just a name etc etc. All of those are potentially interesting, ESSPECIALLY if we apply them to jarthur

Soulmate marks, where Arthur left pinkie has a darker color. Or his eyes are. Or all parts that John would later come to possess have darker color. OR Arthur has weird scars that no human has ever seen before and could not be explained by any human logic. It is almost like they are divine in nature.

Seeing color when you first meet your soulmate, where Arthur has never in his life seen color. He has no idea what John means when he says that something is yellow, because what the fuck yellow even means. Sure, he knows that the sun is yellow or dandelions are yellow, but he doesn't understand. He would probably think that John is able to see colors because he is outwordly being so he doesn't apply by the same rules mortals do. And if it is true, what if John being able to see color is his proof that he is human, that he is no longer God. Or if it is NOT true and gods do have soulmates, what if Kayne or King in Yellow mention something about it?

Would Yellow see color? Would he see it with Larson? Would he see it later in Dreamlands, whenever he is?

The timer that runs out when you meet your soulmate, what if Arthur's timer is all fucked up, with strange symbols, that are always changing? And what if the second he picked up the book his timer abruptly stopped on zero? What if John later asks what the strange line of zeroes means and Arthur wouldn't know what to even say to that. What if in Addison his timer is back again to being all fucked up and Larson notices it and recognizes some of the symbols? What if after he has Yellow, his timer is also all fucked up?

The first phrase your soulmate is going to say to you, where Arthur doesn't have "Don't you remember?" INSTEAD he has "Arthur? Arthur!" because that is the first thing JOHN tells him after a coma? I just think it would be neat if the prase is from John when he is John, and not the Entity. You know what, we can even play it out to episode 43, where Arthur has tattooed the first words John says to him when he is resurrected. ORRR what if it's the first words John says after he has his own body?

In the same way, John doesn't have the soulmate mark until they are in the hospital or in the witch's lair? Or what if it is different, what if the words tattoed on your skin are the words your soulmate says when they realize they love you. Would then Arthur's words be "I suppose so" (when he talks to the King in Yellow in s2 finale) while John has "Because I care about him?"(from s4 finale)?? What if he only understands what the words mean when they are confronting the Witch?

This is actually my favorite variant because THERE IS SO MUCH that could be said.

A tattoo where again Arthur's tattoo is all fucked up, some weird sign that he knows nothing about. He starts looking, finds some mentions of eldritch gods, and decides that NOPE he is out of here. And then he meets John?

Or even just a regular name, where life is so much more complicated for Arthur. I would say homosexuality would be acceptable much earlier in human history if soulmates were a thing, but I would say he still would have a hard time with it. John is one of the most common names, but the problem is also that the name "John Doe" is literally given to people who are not identified. Can you imagine how long Arthur needs to search for his soulmate? And then in the hospital when John asks to be called by John and Arthur is just head in hands??

And you could say even MORE I just listed the most popular and the ones that come first to my mind. We should talk about malevolent soulmates au because this is an entirely new level that is so interesting to talk about

EDIT: also I did not mention Arthur relationship with love BUT we could play it out too. Arthur could be completely ignorant of the soulmarks. Or he could think that soulmarks mean only romantic love. Or both of these or neither or something completely different!

[thatmoththoth]

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Little au concept:

What if in one of the different universes, Kayne explained more about his abilities when he first met Arthur, just to see what would happen. In this universe, john was the one who suggested that if things don’t work out Arthur would die and they would work things out in the dark world, In this universe John was the one with the knife, and in this universe, Arthur disagreed with John’s backup plan. When John drove the knife into Arthur’s neck Arthur felt betrayed despite living, and Kayne, after having so many similar conversations, assumes Arthur would want John back, and is surprised when he stands corrected.

Arthur decides that he’s sick of the world, sick of being betrayed by John and sick of himself, so he asks Kayne to help him do the same think Kayne once did. Kayne, intrigued and curious on what would happen if a mortal did so, agrees so long as Arthur can stomach the worst of it, so he takes Arthur to a universe where Arthur is happy. Sure he still experienced loss, not Faroe is alive and his pride and joy, where Arthur’s absence would be felt and hurt the person to whom he holds most of his regrets.

[nyxfaei]

Remember the mortal kayne au/god privileges revoked au

Yes absolutely

[lostonehero]

This au of an au has everything

Baby Oscar befriending Faroe and going on adventures through horrors neither understand are horrors because they are fucking 4

Kayne going by his actual name and only by Kayne because he panicked

The king being whole and falling for Arthur a mere mortal because he plays piano good

[fellpyrean]

I bring to you: some sillies from discord on a very silly topic.

Ahem.

AU where Arthur is Hastur's ex. Very vague NSFW mention. [Copy/pasted from discord]

Roughly set maybe a couple days after the beginning of canon, but massively off track from the moment Arthur opens his eyes and finds a very, very familiar voice in his head. He plays dumb, sort of. This isn't how Hastur would play things, if he'd managed to slip inside him.

So he plays dumb and tries to figure out what is going on and waves hand. This is half me laying things out, half Arthur yelling at John.

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Arthur is hastur's ex

Is Arthur mortal? Wiggles hand. Not anymore. Nobody bothered to tell him fucking an elder god would do things to him. Suppose not many folks managed to get that far.

He thought it was a pretty normal relationship for a while! He was young and naive and had no idea his generous patron funding his arts was a *god*

By the time things got weird, well. He was pretty smitten himself. Young and stupid, he says with such scorn as to suggest he considers himself far past that age, though he looks maybe 30 at most.

Got sold on the magic of the place his patron said he could learn the most wonderful art and barely even flinched when he unveiled himself and took his eyes. To protect him, to better feel the music. Hell he considered it a pretty even trade!

And certainly, his art advanced by leaps and bounds with his new teacher. One on one, alone with his patron under a new name. Hastur. A strange name but his patron was so eager to hear it on his tongue. Spoken. Sung. Breathed out in whispers and cries more sacred than any prayer.

It took him longer than he'd care to admit for him to realize his... his lover was building a golden cage for him. Wrapping him up with luxury and adoration; unbelievably sappy for a thing like *him*. No wonder that wordy fucker thought it was so funny.

"But, well. I realized I was losing myself. I'd been caught up in the song so long, day in and out revolving around him, around us tangled together and creating such beautiful music, I didn't realize how long it'd been since I'd felt a fresh breeze. Gentle sunlight, fuck, even heard a bird. Picked my own meals or dressed myself. I'd become his pet and not even noticed."

"So when ah. When Kayne I believe he called himself said he'd not mind getting me home; said it'd be *funny* in this way that felt like he was having a lark at my expense, though I wasn't sure how except maybe my own stupidity, well. I said yes."

"Didn't take a single thing Hastur had given me. Except the clothes. Didn't have much choice in that. Left them behind first place I could and. Would you believe how nice it felt, to feel such terrible fabric on my skin? To hear a city! With. With people and cars! I almost cried with delight when some asshole told me to fuck off. Hadn't been treated like that in years and it was the most refreshing thing!"

"It's not an easy thing to hide from one of them. Not alone. But any time I stumbled into one of their strongholds, they always heard my story and howled. Miserable, horrid sounds, but gleeful in their revelry."

"The goat especially liked it. She let me stay quite a while actually! We talked. Told me she let me stay because I told her the funniest story she'd ever heard. That she'd heard Hastur was having a snit, but that it was over a human? A human, a mortal - she'd bleated at that, her way of laughing, so I suppose I was hardly mortal by then - had walked out on an elder god? Oh she would never forget this."

"They're all a bunch of gossips, you know. Unknowable majesty but nosy beyond belief for anything to get the tongues wagging. Like grannies on their porches."

"So she helped me. I have no idea what her followers thought, but she set me up in a quiet spot in the city, said it'd be easier with me being blind and me politely turning down her offer for new eyes - and I began my new life."

"You think you're the first *thing* to roll up on my doorstep? Hardly. You think I don't still recognize *his* voice after all these years? So whatever you - whatever *he* has planned, you can forget it. He's already had all he's going to get of me."

[hasturmcfuckface]

OH MYGOD OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY. OKAY . HOLD ON YES I CAN HELP WITH THIS

The most important thing to know about faroeverse is the fact that it tackles the narrative topic of fridging, specifically the fridging of female characters. Faroe's story is about surviving in a world that, metatextuality, did not want her to survive.

FIRSTLY: follow @saturnniines on twitter and tumblr! i believe moth is more active on twitter and is kind of The faroeverse guy. also the writer of the fics i'm about to send you!

SECONDLY: a collection of some of the faroeverse works! there's another one out there but i don't remember who wrote it which is sad because it's really good it takes place in the dreamlands :((

fic one, "godhood and girlhood," separates faroe's kiy fragment, jane, as her own person through her explorations of gender.

fic two, "fresh static snow," is this au's version of the yellow arc and it's actually so much sadder imo because it swaps fv!jane and canon!john. faroe gets her dead dad's fragment, arthur gets his dead daughter's fragment. very sad. there's a comic i made for it linked at the bottom of

Some other AU world stuff beneath the cut that's not necessary to know but Is very fun:

Some important other characters:

-Jane Doe. A fragment of the King in Yellow who has chosen her own identity. She's a lot more reserved than John is, her fights with Faroe are ice-cold rather than loud and aggressive, and she has a tendency towards anxiety. She's an absolute sweetheart a lot of the time. She's a transfem lesbian and her relationship with Faroe is definitely romantic, both of these facts are important to the themes of the story.

-Parker Yang (also known as Uncle Park!) Her dad's best friend, and another father figure to her when she's little. Parker shows up far earlier in the story and helps raise Faroe after the bathtub incident. He loses custody of her when Arthur dies, but they reunite when Faroe is a teenager, having run away, and pick up the old family business (aka detective agency.) He later shows up again in the story after being presumed dead, and fills the narrative role of Detective Noel.

-Daniel Saltzman. He really sucks in this timeline, he projects his loss for Bella onto Faroe and has really high pressure and expectations of her to be a "perfect woman." The narrative with him focuses less on reconciliation and forgiveness and more on how your childhood doesn't need to shape you.

-Teddy Hart. The first entirely fanmade character! He's essentially what Bella is to canon Arthur, with the added caveat of the fact that they were in a very forced marriage (see: Daniel Saltzman). He dies when Faroe, fleeing in a panic, accidentally left the stove on. The house burned down with him inside of it. There are whispers that Faroe did it on purpose. She didn't. She misses him, even if she never loved him the way she was "supposed" to.

-Alexander. Remember that kid Oscar talked about in his backstory? This is him. He's in this.

-Addison "Addy" Larson. Wally couldn't do it in this world, he couldn't sacrifice her, so she got the chance to grow up and be just as vicious and power-hungry as him. When she learned of his plans for her when she was little, she decided to complete them--by sacrificing him instead.

-Jupiter. Kayne thought it would be really really funny if this timeline had a character like Yellow too, the other half of the king imprisoned in a mortal body. They skip Faroe and goes straight to Addy.

-Denise "The Butcher" Collins. Pretty much a genderbent regular Butcher except she has some other stuff going on. She's Faroe's butch awakening (no pun intended--Faroe gets the idea to disguise herself as a man in s4 because Denise does it first). Somehow also gayer than the canon Butcher.

And now for some fun facts!

-It takes place in the early 1950s; Faroe is 29. She has access to a lighter and an aerosol can. She uses this power well.

-Faroe plays the violin, not the piano!

-Jane's voice is exactly the same as John's, just with a different cadence and speaking pattern.

-Instead of Owlexander in season 5, Faroe and Jane get a skrungly black kitten they name Bowl. Faroe carries her around in her bag or hood. It's exactly as adorable as you're imagining.

Faroeverse?

Ok SO

I've arrived to the point when I want to get into the Faroeverse.

Tell me where to start and whom to follow pls!

Are there fics? I'm aware of the surrogate series only and that's not it is all I know 😅

[shurelyasreverie]

I really loved your soulmate au for Jhin... can I see something similar for Kayn? 👉👈 same type of thing w the drawing on arms... ty!

oooooh haven’t written something for Kayn yet. One Kayn drabble coming right up!

Kayn x Reader Soulmate AU

A/N: Here’s the sequel

T/W: Death and Violence

Kayn slumped against the wall, head in his hands as he stared blankly at the ground. All the while the hysterical laugh of Rhaast echoed in his mind as he forced the tears to stay inside. How was he supposed to live with himself now? It was just a brief moment, Kayn was distracted by his anger and Rhaast took over his body.

By the time Kayn managed to gain control of his limbs again, it was too late. In a mere half hour, an entire village was devastated and lit aflame, all by his own hands. A population of roughly a hundred, brought down to what he presumed to be none. Their graves only being a thin layer of rubble and debris.

As Rhaast continued to laugh manically, Kayn discreetly pulled back his sleeve to read messages of the past embedded on his arm, letting out an exhale as his fingers traced over the letters. The elders had said the spirit realm had linked his soul to another, and therefore whatever was written on his body will show up on the other and vice versa. They called it soulmates.

The messages were the only thing that was helping him retain his sanity through his rigorous training in the Order and Rhaast's growing strength. The writing between him and a so called (Y/N), the talk was oftentimes casual and nonchalant but the little comments were what made him smile. How you'd encourage him when he wrote he was having a rough day, the little smiley faces you'd use to end the messages. Even the idle doodles of caricatures he presumed you never meant for him to see. It warmed his heart to have someone care about him so wholly despite never seeing his face.

“How about I slaughter that little arm-writer of yours too?” Rhaast asked rhetorically, continuing to laugh as Kayn hastily covered his arm again. How dare he? As much as Kayn tried to quell his emotions, the thought of you gone enraged him.

“Are you alright?”

Kayn snapped his head to the source of the sound. There, you stood, looking down at him with concerned (E/C) orbs. He instinctively shuffled away from you, his heart already hurting as he took in your appearance. Your fresh cuts and charred clothes showed you were from the village that he – no, Rhaast – decimated. A single survivor.

“Get back,” Kayn warned but you merely frowned, tilting your head to the side.

“You’re injured too, do you need help?”

“Ah, another innocent mortal!” Rhaast announced in Kayn's ears, overjoyed as Kayn felt his heart sink in dread. In a flash, he was now a passenger in his own body as he looked through his own eyes but Rhaast controlled his muscles. He watched as his body lunged at you, pinning you to the ground as Rhaast laughed in glee. He took out his scythe, the blade nearing towards your neck as you looked more terrified with each growing moment. Rhaast played with his prey like that and Kayn could only watch in disdain.

Until his gaze drifted up to your exposed forearm. Words written on your arm with two distinct different handwriting. Words that he had read before. He had found you. After all these days, months, years of wondering who was the one he was made for, he knows now.

His body pulled away from yours, his hands now pulling at his hair as he fell to his knees. You immediately scrambled away however watched from a distance in confusion. Rhaast made his body swipe at you with the scythe however Kayn instinctively willed it back. You watched in awe and horror as it seemed to be multiple people living in one body. For every step Rhaast took, Kayn took two back.

“What do you think you're doing?” Rhaast howled as Kayn kept pushing. Pushing further into the mind, feeling himself slowly regain control over his limbs. He was so close. So close to talking to you in person, to hopefully be loved. As he felt Rhaast desperately try to reclaim a body that wasn’t even his, Kayn swore an oath to himself as he battled the darkin.

He wasn't going to let you go.

[liquid-luck-00]

Seven Deadly Sins x Maribat

Medieval Au

@maribat-bdbwm

Based on this idea

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Ten years ago.

On the outskirts of the city of Liones, of the capital of the country Liones, in the land of Britannia, homes destroyed, and countless holy knights laid butchered in the streets.

That day will go down in history for its infamy, the day the Seven Deadly Sins betrayed the country of Liones.

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This is a tale of ancient times, an era before the human and non-human worlds were forever divided. When the Holy Knights, defended the realm, wielding their magical powers they were feared and highly respected. But among them a group emerged, that betrayed the kingdom, and became mortal enemies to all Holy Knights. They were known throughout the land as the Seven Deadly Sins.

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Present day.

Near the Kaynes Village, there was a new tavern that was a buzz with customers.

“Here you go, drink up.” A young girl placed five steins of ale on the table. She had dark black hair that shown blue, pulled into twin pigtails by two pink ribbons, and bangs that framed her face and blue eyes. She wore a collared off-white shirt under a black vest with green panels. A pink skirt over leggings that reached halfway down her calf. And wore black and green boots. As more people come in, she directs them all with a smile.

“For a little lady, she is one hard working waitress.” A customer acknowledges.

“Oh no, I’m not the waiter, Buddy” She turns around. “I’m the owner of this place.” She turns to walk away.

“She’s the owner?!? A young kid like that.” But she doesn’t hear them.

“Alright, fresh from the oven. The meat pie that made the Boar Hat famous. Enjoy.” Three patrons dug into the pie, and promptly got sick. “You should have known. Our reputation is for having really good booze, but the food not so much.” She said with a completely straight face.

“Are trying to mess with us you little punk.” One shouted ready to fight.

“Wait guys, she’s packing a sword.” Another of the three pointed out. The handle was an emerald green and looked like a dragon with ruby eyes.

“Well, you guys, looks like we have a problem.” Her smile fell and she snapped her fingers. “Now let’s fix it.”

“Come on you call that a mess.” Out trotted a shiny black pig, wearing an earring tag. “Really what do you need me for?”

“Wait!!! That pig. He’s talking.”

“Yes, I’m a talking pig, what a bunch of dum-dums.”

“Plagg, we need to get this floor cleaned.” She spoke.

“Ugh, what a hassle.” Plagg complained. “Scrap disposal is a tough business.” He ate leaving, but before he did, he retorted. “Next time there better be some decent sized scraps.”

“You know I have an old family recipe for whole roasted hog.” She spoke to no one in particular, but with a deadpanned expression. Which changed Plagg’s tune quickly.

Then someone barged in. “I saw it. I really saw it.” He sat down. “I swear to all that is holy. I saw the wandering Rust Knight.”

“That’s just a made-up story, like how parents get their kids to stop misbehaving. The Seven Deadly Sins will come in blood rusted armor, oooh ahhh.”

“The Seven Deadly Sins?” She asks from behind the bar.

“You’ve never heard of them? They’re wanted posters are hanging everywhere, like those over there.”

She looks at the board and there were seven faces and seven names. Marinette, Chloe, Adrien, Luka, Felix, Lila, and Kagami.

“How long has it been? Ten years. When all those holy knights were slaughtered so fast, they couldn’t defend themselves. It was the Seven Deadly Sins that did it. From what I've been told the way the holy Knights’ grandmaster was killed was too gruesome for anyone to look at.” They began to talk amongst themselves.

“They say their captain, Marinette, is the scariest of them all. It's even said that she's brought down whole countries on her own.” Everything went quiet.

Until another patron spoke up. “Well none of them have been caught yet have not a single one.”

“They’re dead, they have to be the new Holy Knights would never let them live after what they've done.”

“Yeah you've got a point even now with the kings sick. The Holy Knights are making sure that the Kingdom stays safe for all its people. But those notices up on the board get updated every single year. Doesn’t that mean those seven criminals are still out there?”

“Yeah well some spooky knight walking around in rusty armor sounds pretty ridiculous to me.”

“You’re right.”

A crash, scraping, and banging was heard just outside the Tavern door.

“That smells an awful lot like rust to me.” Plagg sniffed the air and then cowered behind the counter.

The door opened and there stood the rusted knight. “The Seven Deadly Sins…” Hhe moaned as he entered the Tavern.

Screaming, panic, and everyone rushing out of the Tavern ensued. Fleeing from the rusted knight.

The girl jumped over the counter and stood her ground defiantly looking at the Rust knight. “Now who are you?”

The Rust knight swayed and then fell to the ground collapsed. His helmet rolled off of him. And then they saw his face, his eyes shut tight in the pain and exhaustion, his black hair short and messy stuck to his face from the sweat. And he wore a singular earring, a true blue engraved with something in red and gold.

“This kid is one of the Seven Deadly Sins?” Plagg asked the girl, and they took him up to the room taking the armor off of him. “He's just a boy.”

“Let’s just make sure.” The girl went up to the boy and started poking him first on his thigh, then his stomached, his bicep, she was leaning over him and was about to poke his cheek when his eyes flew open. “Yep, he's a boy.”

“Um, pardon me but what am I doing here?” He was quiet and soft spoken.

“Oh yeah you came into my bar then you passed out cold.”

“Your bar?”

“Yeah, the Boar Hat, my Tavern.”

“You’re the owner?”

“Is that so weird?”

“I just saw that sword, so I naturally assumed.”

“Oh, this old thing.” She motioned and pulled the sword from its scabbard. “Ha ha ha. Yeah, I guess if you only see the handle, it can fool ya huh.” All that rose up and out with her hand was the handle and a small stub was left of the blade, which was practically worthless in a fight. “It makes guests think twice about skipping out on their tabs.” She put the sword handle back into its scabbard on her back.

Which was when they moved downstairs to the raven again. Marinette cooked up something for the boy, and set the plate in front of him.

“First you nurse me back to health, now you're feeding me, how can I possibly thank you enough.” He barely choked out.

“First before saying thanks you should probably try the food first.” Plagg’s nasally voice cut into his words.

“What do you think? Awful isn't it.” She leaned down on the bar now watching him eat with a grin on her face.

“Yes.” He responded.

Which caused both her and Plagg to respond in unison. “Knew it was.”

But then something shocked them, he started to cry.

“Still its delicious.” Tears fell down his face.

“So what exactly were you doing walking around in that old armor, anyways?” She asked the boy.

“I'm on a personal quest to find the Seven Deadly Sins.” He answered.

“Why would you do that? You don’t even know if those guys are even still alive or not, and they’re serious villains.” Plagg reasoned.

That was when banging was heard on the tavern door, knights banged on the door, and ordered them to open up for them.

That was when she noticed the boy got slightly afraid at the mention of Knights.

After a moment of the Knights bickering to themselves, that gave her just enough time to think. She went and opened the door.

“Who are you?” One of the Knights asked her as she opened the door.

“I'm the owner of this place. What do you want?” She was relaxed.

“The Rust Knight is in there, send him out!” The same knight answered.

“Alright.” She turned around and looked back. “You might want to come out now.”

They all looked past her and saw Plagg dressed in the armor that the boy was wearing walk out.

“You have some nerve mocking the Knights of this land like this.” He grabbed her by the shirt and lifted her up off the ground. She was small, sure but he still held her up a meter off the ground.

That’s when the boy had snuck out of the back and made a run for it into the forest. Unfortunately, he was seen. “Look a boy just ran out, after him.”

The knight threw her back to the ground and she and Plagg shared a worried look.

The two of them ran after the boy and the Knights, Plagg mowed down, tackling each and every one, while she went after the boy. The last knight got pushed down off of the cliff at the edge of the forest by Plagg. While she and the boy were safely out of the way in one of the trees at the edge.

“So why are you looking for the Seven Deadly Sins anyways?” She asked him once they were back on the ground.

“To stop the Holy Knights.” He answered.

“Are you serious!! Why in the world would you wanna do that?” Plagg exclaimed. “The Holy Knights are the king’s men, the knights are here to protect us they are heroes.”

“But what if they were behind a plot to start a war in our country. Except for the king himself, the entire royal family was arrested and is being held by the Holy Knights.”

“Does that mean the king isn't really sick in bed?” Plagg asked the boy.

“That’s just a cover story the Holy Knights are using. I don't know what they think they can accomplish by driving the nation to war, but now they're drafting people. Taking men wherever they can get them they're preparing for war everywhere you look. So their reach will even extend all the way out here.” He shook his head.

“Yeah tough break, huh?” She finally responded.

“Wow you don't have any empathy at all. How does this tie back to the Seven Deadly Sins again?” Plagg shook his head.

“If there's even the slightest hope of preventing the Holy Knights from doing this. I know they're the only ones who can.” He was resolute.

“Just checking here.” She Butt in again. “You’re trying to find those guys even though you know what kind of people they are?”

“The Seven Deadly Sins are the most vile Order of Knights the Kingdom ever produced, made up of seven vicious bloodthirsty criminals each one branded with the mark of the beast. Ten years ago when they were suspected of trying to overthrow the Kingdom the Knights of the realm launched a full force attack scattering them to the four winds.”

“Well if you believe the rumors they each died a long time ago.” She spoke distractedly.

“Such amazing people wouldn't possibly let themselves get killed!”

“But they are criminals aren't they causing the suffering of the people right now?” She asked confused.

“When I was small, only five or six years old, my father would tell me stories about them and that's when I learned they are the most powerful Knights!”

A rumbling was heard and then the edge of the cliff they were on started to crumble and fall beneath them, dropping them down.

“I did not confirm whether or not they were people named in the report. Conclusion two individuals of unknown origin dead. What do you think men that sounds about right?” A man wearing red armor, silver grey hair and mustache.

“But Sir Twiggle, one of our knights was still under the cliff.”

“Simply put three fatalities in the report then.” Twiggle answered haughtily.

“But Sir, you can't! That’s too far even for you”

“How about seven fatalities instead?” The knight in red armor moved towards the rest of his men, but that was also when she jumped back up on to the cliff with not only the boy and Plagg in her arms but also the knight who fell.

“When I give a signal to you run into the forest got it.” She spoke quietly to the boy.

“Which one of them would you believe to be a member of the Seven Deadly Sins. Neither bears any resemblance to the wanted posters?” He then noticed something. “God is smiling upon me today, the crystal earring you're wearing is from the royal family. Conclusion you are Prince Jonathan!”

“Wait hold on Prince Jonathan?” The knights shouted.

“You're a Prince?” She added softly.

“Orders from the Capital are to determine your whereabouts. the order was to capture you alive and in healthy condition, but if you lost your life in an unfortunate accident…” Twiggle spoke aloud.

“I can't allow myself to get captured not yet!”

“Conclusion accidental death.” Sir Twiggle let off a shockwave of air magic chopping the entire forest down to the ground.

“Hi there, you alright?” She had pulled him down and covered him from the blast. “Plagg?”

“Seriously I'm a shaved pork on a skewer.” He cried. A single small little twig had splintered in his back. And he went off crying and screaming Tikki.

Johnathan stood and started to walk towards Twiggle. “Johnathan. Hey! What are you doing?” She called after him.

“There’s no escape.”

“Wait hang on you just said you couldn't afford to be caught or to give up.”

“Maybe if I surrender myself peacefully, he'll agree to take me back with him and your life can be spared.”

Sir Twiggle sent off another blast cutting into everything again, but she was able to tackle him out of the way just in time.

“Please get out of here while you still can.” He begged her.

“I think he wants to make sure neither one of us gets out of here alive.” She noticed as She was above him once more. After the attack ensuring he was fine yet again, the only real damage done to her, and that was her left sleeve was completely torn revealing her entire arm from shoulder to fingers. A mark barely visible on her shoulder.

“I was so happy when I met you. Searching for the Seven Deadly Sins, I so scared alone in that rusty armor. There wasn't any help I could ask for. Then you show up and show me such kindness, someone that you've never met before. I don't wanna see you hurt my problems anymore when I don’t even know your name.”

Memories flashed behind her eyes and a smile spread on her lips.

“Marinette. If you really wanna know.” She grinned from ear to ear.

“I… I don't believe it you can't be you're just.” Tears threatened to fall from his eyes.

That was when the knight who fell with them regained consciousness jumping up. “Where's the girl the one with the sword. I saw it when she saved me from the cliff the symbol it was right there. The symbol on her shoulder it… it… it’s her.”

Sir Twiggle struck again now closer, right on top of them. The magic was unleashed but Marinette stood up and was now facing the Knight.

“How is this possible? My technique was flawless I am certain my blade struck her!” Twiggle began to look even more and more frazzled. “But I was the one who felt the force of the blow. How could it have hit me?! And what is that in your hand?! A broken blade! Broken blade… now your face is beginning to look familiar. Truly it can’t! How can you look exactly the same as you did then?!? No matter your time's up! How dare you still exist!”

Their blades clashed their magic erupted, which sent Twiggle and his men flying high, high into the sky almost like a meteorite.

“Extraordinary power.” Johnathan breathed.

“Captain of the Seven Deadly Sins, the Dragon sin of Wrath, Marinette.” She announced.

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[grayscale-sparks]

I’m thinking about doing an animatic for my mortal Kayne AU with “well better than the alternative” by Will Wood

it’ll entail mortal Kayne adjusting to life with musician Arthur and a six year old Faroe

issues: I can’t draw well? And I only draw traditionally. Technology is the bane of my existence, and I contain the most basic editing/animation knowledge. Also time- it will take a long time especially with work and school and my other projects

[thecatspasta]

When your friend's roommate wakes you up at 4am to go exploring the woods.

[riftimagines]

Spirit Blossom!Thresh x Shadow Assassin!Kayn

This is literally just smut with a hint of plot. I’m not the best at writing smut but I was inspired to write this after someone, you know who you are :3, introduced me to this ship and we shared a lot of headcanons with them in different AUs but this is the one that came out. LOL. Also I recently made a A03 acc. called RiftWrites where I’m probably going to post my one shots there because Tumblr is kinda annoying with posting long stories RIP.

Warnings: Smut, Blood mentions, This has Thresh ffs XD

The smell of blood and death thickly floated in the air. The invading Noxians stood no chance against the blurry shadow that swept through the field and cleaved through them like animals for slaughter. It was like a creature from their worst nightmares but this creature was no creature but in fact, a man. The sheer speed and fluidity of his moments made him look like a living shadow, something that was created by magic and in a way was. The gifted shadow magic Sheida Kayn possessed was only enhanced further by the defeat of the Darkin scythe, Rhaast. Its defeat gave him unholy amounts of power and transformed the young man into a terrifying shadow assassin. His power showed on this day as there was more blood then grass on this once pristine grassland. Bodies lay askew where flowers once bloomed and from the corpses rose a particular bloom. A Spirit Blossom. This year was the year they had returned after thirteen years and now sadly they would leave again and with them the souls of the dead of this land both Ionian and Noxian. The sky began to fill with the blossoms of the dead Noxians and began to float away, good riddance. Now to get rid of what little was left.

In the not so far off distance a force was awakened. The sounds of lost spirits called out and from the realm of the dead came a seeker of said souls, a demon that sought to collect all the spirits and show them their true potential. Its unnatural purple skin and white hair contrasted against the natural hues of the forest. It seemed not to care as it stood out for anyone to see its vision became set as the brilliant flowers in the sky sang to collect them.

“No worries little spirits, your safe with me now.” Its reverberated voice rang out. From its left side it brought forth a lantern in the shape of a demons face almost similar to his own. A smile curled upon its lips from beneath its golden jaw plating as the Spirit Blossoms came down and closer to him. The spirits are completely unaware of what was happening when the lanterns mouth suddenly opened and began to pull all the souls into it. So many spirits to gather today, like harvesting wheat freshly cut in fact they seemed like they were. The Spirit Blossoms were fresh, very fresh, and seemed to becoming from a certain direction, interesting. Curious as to where they were coming from the demon begins to walk towards the origin of all these blossoms while gathering them a long the way. It did not take long for the purple hued evil to find the source. A battlefield, how quaint. There had been much delectable suffering and pain. Ah, if only he had heard the screams, the sweet tones of misery. As if on command of thought, the sounds of screaming and wailing called, now that was a lovely sound he could not resist. The siren sounds cried out like the most beautiful chorus and soon lead to its singers.

The bodies fell left and right as a blur of blue and darkness swooped through the poor mortals and razed them. There was no mercy, only pain just like the demon liked it. Its bright lavender eyes became transfixed at the lithe form doing a dance of death leaving blood and agony in its wake. Who was that glorious creature? It did not seem to notice the demon at the edge of the battle watching every deadly moment in awe. The dance continued for a few moments longer before the final howls of despair fluttered into nothingness. The shadow finally stops and reveals to the demon a divine looking man. He had never seen a human look so, alluring. His pale skin tattooed with dark lines that traveled from his eyes across his face, down his chest and completely engulfed his forearms. Such a lovely being, he must know more about this beauteous agent of death, no time like the present to make a blunt entrance. With a couple spins of its sickle it launches it at high speeds to the target and it snags its very soul.

Kayn is completely confused as a small scythe attached to a thick cord wraps around him. It should have been easy to cut but the cords were seemingly harder then steel and did not break, instead they pulled harder as the strangest looking fiend he’d ever seen comes flying at him. For a moment he feels panic as his powers don’t let him escape, the magic cord holds him still. No attack ever came though, just the sound of evil laughter fills his ears. He looks at the monster before him with wide eyes. What was this thing?

“How adorable, so confused and so scared. I won’t hurt you though little one. I am Thresh, collector of the Spirit Blossoms. Do not let my frightening visage fool you, I am but a humble guide to these poor spirits and bring them up to their full potential. It seems though you have found your full potential early, so tell me what are you my dear?” He coos softly. Kayn was having none of that though.

“I am Sheida Kayn, and I care not what you are monster I will not obey you!” Kayn’s scythe came barreling towards Thresh’s neck and had he been anyone else he would have been dead. The demon sighed then pulled hard on the chains sending Kayn into a tree and his scythe out of his hands.

“A feisty one aren’t you? I’m not surprised but make no mistake, I do know how to put wild spirits back in their place.” He says as he picks up the shadow assassin by the throat, pushes him against the tree and squeezes slightly. A sudden moan that catches both Kayn and Thresh off guard. A wicked grin spreads upon the demons face and Kayn seizes up. He squeezes again experimentally and again the soft moan flutters into his ears. Oh now that is a nice sound. Kayn suddenly feels fear, a feeling he had not felt in a long while, and tries to phase though the tree only to be stopped by the white cord wrapped around his waist keeping him from escaping.

“ Now, now, little pet, don’t leave so soon, we just discovered something new! Here lets make this more interesting shall we? I believe the blossoms from this field should be enough.” Suddenly the demonic lantern opens up again and the Spirit Blossoms make their way inside. It’s eyes begin to blaze and the demon removes its hand from Kayn’s throat to call upon its power. A pulse of energy burst forth from Thresh and five ghostly purple walls seemingly arise from nowhere. The more startling part wasn’t the box that surrounded them now but the fact that the demon was changing. Its dark purple skin became a light alabaster, hair a dark black with purple hues, and its horrifying mask was now replaced with a gorgeous man. It was so jarring to see something so terrifying turn into something so beautiful. Thresh smiled smugly at Kayn, no one could resist this form, perhaps now he’d get more of those lovely sounds.

“Ah, how is this? Not to bad if I do say so my self. Now where were we?” His hand returns to grasp at his neck this time though his other hand begins to graze his sharp claws down his chest. A nail catches his skin and leaves a little scratch it its wake making Kayn hiss. Thresh’s eyes glaze slightly at the sound of pain, so heavenly, he needs more. Dark purple nails trace all over Kayn’s torso leaving more cuts and scratches all over but none enough to be agonizing or lethal, Thresh is having too much fun with this one for him to die yet. Through the rough ministrations on his body Kayn’s breath had hitched and his nerves turned on to high. Every touch was doing something to him that wasn’t really pain. A tight, warm feeling starts to form in his lower abdomen. Thresh can see a redness spreading upon Kayn’s face.

“Enjoying your self? It’s rude to keep all that pleasure to yourself you know?” With unseen swiftness the small gap between them is closed and their lips are intertwined. It’s a rough and hungry kiss almost like he couldn’t get enough. Kayn had not experienced much physical affection but this was something greater then those little kisses he’d seen couples share. They are both bare chest to bare chest breathing hard into each other until Kayn could not breath. They break panting hard and Thresh’s eyes are fully glazed over and glowing deviously. In a split second his mouth is on Kayn’s exposed neck and is biting down hard. Kayn yelps loudly then goes into a deep moan as Thresh works the bite into what will be a deep dark bruise. The tight feeling rushes downward to his groin and an involuntary buck of his hips follows. The demon stops biting his neck and moves up to nip at the shell of his ear before whispering low and deep.

“Such an eager little spirit. You want me to claim you don’t you? Want me to collect your body and soul?” Kayn can’t speak the sheer amount of arousal is drowning his mind but he can feel himself nod and his hands try to pull Thresh closer. The cord unfurls its self from his waist and find new residence binding his hands instead now. Thresh raises his hands and the cord upwards to a branch to keep Kayn’s hands up.

“Yes, I know you want me but you’ll get me as I give myself to you. No sooner, no later.” He purrs lowly. With hands now bound and pinned above his head it gave the devious soul collector free reign of Kayn’s body. His talons raked across his body and mouth working anywhere that looked like a tender spot. Scratches and bruises start to decorate pale skin and leave their new owner writhing in pleasure. The firmness in his pants was agonizing, far more so then the slightly bloody cuts. Thresh was in a no better state. His normally composed visage was flustered across his face all the way to the tips of his pointed ears. His own member throbbing for attention.

Not wasting anymore time those claws were put to the test as they tore through the thick cords that held up Kayn’s pants effectively loosening and dropping them. Kayn gasps as his warm, hardened nether regions are exposed to the elements, clear fluid already seeping from the end. The demon growls deeply at the sight and is quick to rid himself of his binding clothing. Tossing them aside he strokes his manhood gently, electing a rumbling purr from his chest. Kayn can see through half lidded eyes the demons length and a shiver runs down his spine. He isn’t familiar with others genitals but he is bigger then himself by a bit and quite thick. Thresh moves in again and lifts Kayn’s hips up to line up before pushing in. Kayn’s eyes go wide at the foreign felling of being filled. He’s moaning, writhing and trying desperately to get accustomed to this new sensation. Tears start to pool and fall down his face which are then licked up by the eager demon.

“Easy now my pet, just relax. Let me handle everything.” He coos into his ear and leaves a kiss where a stray tear is falling. The pleasantries are gone in moments though as Thresh begins to move. The pace starts slow but then begins to build and soon its a quick relentless pace that leaves Kayn completely breathless. His whole body feels limp as if all his strength has left him, the strength of the demon alone is the only thing keeping him up. Every harsh thrust seems to hit a spot that has his eyes rolling back and him moaning and gasping loudly. The sounds and the sensation of Kayn tightening around him sends Thresh on a marking spree, covering as much skin as he can into deep colors. It’s all so much for Kayn and in a moment of bliss his sight blurs and he can finally feel himself release. He can hear a deep animalistic growl and for a few seconds his hips are grabbed so hard he swore the bone would bruise as Thresh rams into him sending Kayn’s blurred vision into pure white and his hearing completely gone. The whole world fades for who knows how long before his vision is restored and the demon is slowly pulling out of him. He now hangs there on the tree limply, unable to will his now exhausted muscles to move even an inch. A whine escapes him as Thresh fixes himself up.

“Now, now, I know you miss me. I’ll get to you in a moment.” He places his clothing back into place and almost seems like nothing happened to him at all. He goes to the side of the tree and binds the forgotten scythe to his back before coming around and pulling Kayn’s pants back up. As soon as the cord to the sickle is removed Kayn drops like a rock right into Thresh’s arms. His body is too weak to fight him off and lets his head lull onto the demons shoulder. He smiles down at the tired human in his arms and places a small kiss upon his crown.

“You may rest now dear. I won’t let anything happen to you. Your mine now you know, nothing will take you from me and you certainly won’t get away from me from now on. So get used to being where you are for your going to be there for the rest of eternity.” He says all too gleefully while holding him tightly. Kayn thinks for a moment of what he’s done. He’s now bound to a soul taking demon, but a soul taking demon that has given him more attention in about an hour then he’s received in his entire life. Thats not entirely to bad he thinks. He looks up at the handsome face that looks down at him with a smirk and dips down to place another kiss, this time to his lips, that’s most certainly something he could get used to.

[highordinal]

[Immortal Journey AU]

Time passed slowly as they ate their meal. Kayn and Akali filled the room with their usual banter as Shen informed Kusho of all that went on within the village that day. Zed chimed in here and there but remained mostly silent. Soon a comfortable silence fell upon the room.

However, Kayn felt oddly tense. He noticed how his grandfather kept looking in his direction, as well as his father and uncle. Akali seemed to notice as well, narrowing her gaze at their family when their stares lingered too long. Not wanting the awkward looks to continue, Akali leaned over to the hunter and whispered, “Why don’t you just talk about what you’ve been doing so they stop staring, yeah?”

Kayn sighed. Might as well sate their curiosities. “So I collect souls for a Goddess.”

Everyone in the room froze. Shen was the first to speak, “You collect souls? Shieda-”

Kayn shook his head, hands held up in defense. “No, no, not like that! I’m finding and returning the lost souls of the goddesses people.”

“The Gods often trick and use mortals. We are supposed to respect them but also be wary of them.” Zed looked to his son, concern evident in his eyes.

“This goddess isn’t like that, father. She’s strict but she’s sincere. All she want’s is for her people to find peace.”

Akali leaned in, “Who is this goddess anyways, Shie?”

Kayn started to get annoyed by all the attention. He just wanted to finish eating and then go lounge around by himself. “Her name’s Diana, shes a Lunar Goddess.”

“The Lunar Goddess, you mean.” All their gazes turned to Kusho. “I am surprised she allowed a mortal to help her in her business. Last I heard she was wary of all who were not her own.”

“Well, it took a while but she finally let me talk to her and now I’m here.” Kayn smiled triumphantly. 

“...You mean to say you annoyed her until she finally gave up and let you in?” Zed concluded as the rest of the family laughed lightly. “Even a goddess is no match for your eccentric personality.”

6/?

[moonaspect-a]

[IJ Kayn] "Ohhh Diana~!" The young man called, dangling the two souls he had managed to recapture for the goddess. "I come bearing gifts and request the reward of motherly love!"

Unprompted asks | (Always Accepting.)

[Lunar Goddess AU]

“Motherly lov-?” She repeated as she turned around, but her words stopped once she saw who it was.

Her silver eyes glowed towards him, an eyebrow raising, as if mildly surprised.

“I see. Good to see you back. Troubles in the mortal realm, was it?”

She asked, gaze at times focusing at the souls he handled, a hum escaping her to express her disapproval towards his carelessness.

[ladybuvelle]

Maybe it’s ironic, if unintentional, but the common theme to every Sona AU I have is that she plays the “supporting” role. She exists as someone whose make and nature is to help and support other people while struggling with her own sort of personhood; that is, being her own person and learning confidence and independence.

Mainverse Sona struggles a lot with being strong for herself and can fall into depressive episodes of feeling unknown and isolated from others despite the connections she makes through her music. Muse is hyper aware of herself, being a god, and fully understands her role to inspire Runeterrans and make their lives worth living - but has little reason left besides duty to keep going for herself, which she buries under pride and hedonism and a generally flippant, flirty, bon vivant nature.

Guqin is similar but different in that she’s so content with herself and genuinely happy just about all the time. She just wants to help the world and love people and indulge in every experience - but the important thing is always to be in service of the mortal world and protect them from corruption and evil (while trying to resist corruption herself).

Odyssey Sona is probably the greatest example of Sona existing for a purpose rather than for herself - even in-lore it’s Yasuo who can open the Ora gate, not her. But everyone thinks she can (namely Rhaast and Kayn), and she uses that to protect him. Her whole life has been for a greater purpose, to the point it’s caused her so much stress and repression she’s ready to explode. She’s the strongest personality of my AUs (maybe next to Muse, but different) but the same theme persists... just differently.

The rest aren’t anywhere near as developed, but you could probably imagine each one with Sona falling into that sort of role each time; being the “support” of the Arcade group, keeping the guys in Pentakill in line, and DJ is just... sort of Modern but not but it varies but ???

(Sweetheart I just consider a costume swap for an older Sona, at best. That universe doesn’t seem to have much to it. Silent Night is also a very obvious costume change.)