#ah sky factory au

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Hihi!! Idk if your taking requests BUT hear me out on SAGAU(self aware genshin AU is what it stands for i thinkk) with Wanderer/scara when reader is saving up for his rerun and is super excited to get him and farming his artifacts and stuff and he’s just super excited to come home and can’t wait till his rerun comes so reader can get him and he can Hug them and all that fluffy stuff <33 ps can I be 💤 anon?

Wanderer vividly remembers a wide variety of moments with you. From the first time you’d seen him, expressing genuine pure interest in him, something no one had done in a very long time. The time you were practically screaming when he appeared in the Delusion Factory, nearly distracting him from his goal of taking the Gnosis because of how ecstatic you were at seeing someone like him. When you were tearing your hair out and crying at his past. When you were so happy to see him getting along with other people (for some bizarre reason.) Out of all the Gods, he had come to realize the Creator was the most benevolent one, despite being locked behind a screen.

Similarly, he remembers your intense stare at the exact time his banner dropped. You were online without a moment’s delay, at the Sanctuary of Surasthana, and he could hear a strange song playing in the background, which you called his “theme song.” Regardless of your odd rituals, as much as Wanderer tried to deny it, he was looking forward to being on your team. For a while, he had to listen to that damn ginger-haired brat go on and on about how amazing it was to be on your team, and how he always served you well. Despite Wanderer still being conflicted by his feelings, he was sure he wanted that to be him instead.

Wanderer remembers your bated breath, your rapid heartbeat as you spammed the wishing button, skipping through when you saw that it was purple instead of gold. He listened to your small comments about what you got - “Ah, I needed some constellations for them… ugh, not The Bell again… c’mon baby, just come home already!” His ears went a little red at the last one.

And at last, the long-awaited gold star descended from the sky, and Wanderer could feel his palms becoming tingly at the sensation. Finally, he could be on your team. Finally, he could be able to hear your sweet voice all day. Though he loathed running around doing tasks for others, he’d be able to witness your lovely concentrated face for hours.

Until he realized that nothing had happened and that the look on your face was now a mixture of shock and on the verge of breaking down. A red-haired man he didn’t recognize was standing in what have been his place.

Needless to say, Wanderer did not come home, and he had to deal with your tired eyes squinting at the screen in the middle of the night, trying to grind as much as possible. Opening the wishing menu where he resided for a few weeks as you pulled as soon as you got one hundred and sixty Primogems, only to be met with disappointment. If he could, he would have scolded you for your recklessness, for you were still someone that needed to take care of themselves.

Now, it had been almost eight months since Wanderer’s last banner, and despite how praise did not come easily from his mouth, he had to admire your endless dedication to him. Even Nahida would tease him about how much you loved him. Diligently entering the artifact domain every day, ignoring the temptation to pull for others and focusing solely on him. (You had placed the best artifacts and weapon you had on some random person as a placeholder, and oh, how he couldn’t wait to see the expression on their face as they were stripped bare of your hard work and transferred to him instead.) How endearing you looked doing the same routine every day for him, entering the summoning menu to drag the slider to see how many wishes you had for him.

Not to mention how affectionate you were. Even he didn’t understand how, but every time your fingers brushed against the screen, he could feel you stroking his cheek. What would be the wind blowing his hair was actually your fingers caressing it. But those moments would only be temporary, only a few hours after multiple, long months. 

Soon, once he was on your team, he’d be able to relish in your touch, your unlimited affection. And of course, he awaits the day you descend to Teyvat rather impatiently. 

[bangtangalicious]

nexus (m) part 3

pairing: ot7 x f-reader | smut: taehyung x reader

premise: a notorious casino conglomerate took you in when you were young. you grew up alongside their sons; inseparable from the oldest, infatuated with the middle, and engaged to the youngest

summary: accused of murdering your best friend, you team up with a vengeful detective in an effort to uncover the secrets of the family you swore your loyalty to

characters: detective!jungkook, ex/bartender!yoongi, bestfriend!seokjin, ceo!namjoon, fiancee!taehyung, model!hoseok, therapist!jimin

genre: 18+ smut slow burn angst romance thriller mystery eventual yandere casino!au organizedcrime/mafia!au arrangedmarriage!au revenge!au

wordcount: 6k

warnings: explicit smut, rough penetrative unprotected sex, creampie, PRAISE KINK, degradation kink, dirty talk, lap dance, begging, petnames, some switch!tae action?, light choking, tae loves him sum ass, grinding, neediness/stuttering, oral (f), sexual tension, teasing, todays theme is LYING, manipulation, possessive behavior, mourning/fear, mentions of traumatic events, guns!, light violence/abuse, bad coping skills, drug use, obsessive themes, blackmail, gambling, psychiatric facilities and treatment **this is not realistic!!! the yandere is starting to show a lil oop, heartbreak, betrayal, but also like cute moments with tae, TWISTS AND TURNS BB this one kinda wild but not as wild as the next ones gonna be ;)

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Lost in the soft crinkling of flames, a young Jeon Jungkook hides—fearfully quivering inside his pantry. Heart racing with fear, hatred, all boiled up into his shaking hands. They had come to his house, tearing through it like it was nothing. Jungkook could merely watch as these suited men with their large guns trashed his home, breaking everything left and right while he hid, helpless. Utterly powerless.

Dad—his mind is spinning.

So he ran. Through the narrow alleys of the outer city. Stacked thing between tall, worn-down buildings—factories, apartments, grey smoke clouding the dark sky lit only by a gold shadow.

A sick feeling in his gut. A nasty premonition sending warning through his veins. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, pausing a moment to catch his breath. He couldn’t.

He couldn’t, not when sharp footsteps could be heard so near. He slipped behind a dumpster, hand pressed firmly against his chest as if it would muffle the pounding beats.

 “You think you can get away with what you have done?”

Jungkook peeked out, eyes widening as he saw his father—on the ground, face covered in bruises with pure fear in his eyes. Unable to see much else. From the sounds of it, there must have been two or three others, but speaking was only one.

“I—I’m sorry” His father pressed his palms together, begging for forgiveness. Shame burned through Jungkook’s cheeks as he watched his father lay on his stomach, reaching for the shoes of the man who addressed him. “Forgive me, sir”

“Taehyung-ah” The voice addressed someone else, “Is this him?”

No response was heard. A moment passed. Seemingly, the slowest couple seconds Jungkook had ever lived.

And then there were gunshots. Jungkook shoved the side of his hand in his mouth, biting down as screams overtook him. Tears poured down his face—he couldn’t watch. He hugged his knees to his chest, sliding down the rough walls.

He heard the man spit on his father. He waited until the right moment before peering over the side one last time to see who it was.

He didn’t recognize the man. It was too dark to see his face but there was a vicious hate in his eyes. An anger that elicited fear from any who saw. His eyes diverted then to a younger boy by his side, trembling as he clung to the man’s sleeve.

“Hyung stop, please” The boy, clearly traumatized, was balling. “Let’s go home hyung”

The man smirked, dusting himself off before he lifted the younger boy into his arms, planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Yes, let’s go home now, Taehyung”

-

The precinct was dimly lit. A sickly sheen reflecting from grimy tiled floors, walls with peeling paint, haphazard desks, stacks of manilla files. At this late hour, only a few officers remained, the stench of tobacco making your nose scrunch.

Jungkook ignored their disrespectful ogles. That Jeon, lucky fucker—pretty girl in cuffs tonight. He hovered his palm over the small of your back as though he were shielding you from their judgement.

You didn’t want his protection.

The interrogation room had a deadening silence. Your mind scrambling, attempting to piece together your next play. Your next lie.

A large, mirrored wall stared back at you—face to face with your opponent for the night. Could you keep it together? Or would you let Jin tear you apart from beyond the grave?

Jungkook’s fingers danced on the back of your neck, making you shudder. Unconsciously you arced your back to his touch, shocks down your spine as he unclipped your choker. He held it in his palm for a moment. The annoyed look in those dark eyes of his, as his fingers traced over the diamonds.

“Are these real?” You knew your answer would only piss him off, so you said nothing. Instead he took a seat across from you. A small pile of documents in front of him.

In front of you was a small machine. A polygraph. Jungkook placed the sensors on the inside of your wrist, ignoring the way you trembled at his cold touch. He was being careful. Your tears had the effect you had hoped. You could tell. His small gestures—your sadness made him uncomfortable. Stepping away, he observed you carefully.

“Did you know Jin was seeing someone?”

Typical Jeon Jungkook, you mused. To the point. No bullshit. Except you weren’t prepared. His questionrang in your ears. He was seeing someone.

“I didn’t” You said it, because it was true. Thinking back to the night. The kiss that had been years in the making. The kind of thing that inspired song—filled childish dreams. The kiss that wakes the princess up from a poison slumber. Instead, Jin’s kiss pulled you into his nightmare.

Jungkook bit back a smirk.

“Who?” Your voice was embarrassingly hoarse. Jealousy lacing every word.

You knew Jungkook must be enjoying watching you suffer. You’d be damned if you’d give him the satisfaction. Your nails were digging into your palms—the pain distracting from the pulsing hopelessness beating through your veins.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

This was a game. It had to be. You didn’t know how—you didn’t know why. Somehow Jin was still fucking with you. Would he really have hidden something like that from you? A relationship. Had he loved them? Had he loved you? He said he did. Over and over and over again. You wondered if the meaning had faded.

Jungkook motioned to the document, “Namjoon didn’t want to force you into this marriage. Seokjin signed over Kim Enterprises to Namjoon in exchange for a promise of your engagement to Kim Taehyung, as well as control of Nexus—which is your mother’s company—right?”

The trick in poker, Jin had said���never let them know what you’re thinking.

Use pain. Focus on the most painful sensation in your body. It wipes your face of your real thoughts.

“I did not” The polygraph twitched.

“Interesting. Because all of these things combined give you a lot of motive to want Seokjin gone” Jungkook finally took a seat in front of you. “I wouldn’t blame you. They ruined my life too. Stole everything from me”

You stayed quiet. Jungkook was a new opponent. You weren’t familiar with how he played, yet.

“They killed my dad, ten years ago. Your mom disappeared too, didn’t she?”

Ten years ago. No bodies were found. No deaths declared. No explanation nor closure. Jin was there for you then, arms wide open to accept you in. Later the same year, Taehyung was sent away. You moved in immediately. You never asked why. You assumed it was what your mother would have wanted. The Kim’s took care of you, nursed you back to life. Jin, especially. He had always loved you so much.

Jin was seeing someone.

“Ever wondered what really happened to her?”

Your eyes were watery. Red with anger. You stared at him with hatred seething through your teeth.

“I know what happened to her”

The polygraph twitched. Jungkook grinned.

“Maybe we can help each other out then”

“Hi princess”

Jungkook released you shortly after. Walking out of the precinct, hands rubbing against the raw imprints of the cuffs, you saw a white sports car. Standing by the door with a dozen roses in his hand, was Taehyung.

Smiling softly, he welcomed you. He really was extremely attractive, eyes so magnetic you simply couldn’t look away. Pulling you into his space. He gave you a light hug—respectful yet comforting.

Jin died. He’s dead. “I need to go home,”

He pressed a finger to your lips. “I know” Is all he said. His eyes sparkled as he let his lips graze your forehead. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through”

Your heart pulsed. Taehyung had always been selfless. You crumbled into his kindness. Resting your face against his chest. Alone—the ungodly hour. The parking lot of the precinct. The faint sound of crows on the horizon.  

“I missed you” He exhaled, meeting your gaze. “You have no idea how bad I missed you, princess”

The petname stung. You wondered if it always would. For Taehyung, you were his princess. For you, you were Jin’s. His princess, his love, his everything.

Because Taehyung hadn’t been here. He left you.

“If you missed me, why didn’t you just come home?” Your voice was shaking. “You never called. Never wrote. You even missed the funeral”

Taehyung let the roses fall from his hand. Gently he stroked your back, swaying your body side to side.

“I promise I will tell you everything, but right now just let me hold you”

The moment retreated into silence. Nothing but the slight swing of your hips. Taehyung’s hands explored your back, stroking you gently. His steady heartbeat lulling you into a sense of ease. He kissed the top of your head, humming softly.

After some time, Taehyung cupped your cheek. You looked at him questioningly.

“Let’s get you home”

Yoongi arrived in the precinct the next morning. His eyes crusty, dark circles from the night he lay away—in front of his computer digging for the truth. He was obsessed. It occurred to him how pathetic he was being. An ex-boyfriend trying to prove his girlfriend’s fiancée was no good. He couldn’t help it. He wasn’t ready to let you go.

From his understanding, Park Jimin was a practicing psychologist. His age matched Taehyung’s—meaning the plausibility of Taehyung simply going under an alias was still there. He had no way to connect Park Jimin to the Kim family—at least not publicly.

But Yoongi had seen one too many serial killer movies. He thought of how brilliant it could be for someone to kill the only living person who knew what Kim Taehyung looked like to take his place. Whether he was right or not, he needed you to be safe. You were currently off with this man doing who knows what—the thought alone disgusted him.

He wanted to tear all the tiny fingers off that wretched heir. He wanted to burn him into the ground.

“Min Yoongi” The detective arrived in the room where he sat, anxiously tapping his foot against the floor. “You wanted to see me?”

“Hi sir—yes, you’re Jeon Jungkook right? The detective investigating Kim Seokjin’s murder?”

Jungkook nodded slightly.

“I was wondering if you had information on Kim Taehyung” Yoongi gulped, pulling out his phone. He slid it over to Jungkook who looked at the screen skeptically. “That man—that’s Park Jimin. But—” His voice was a stuttering mess. But Jungkook deduced what he was trying to say.

“This is Kim Taehyung” Jungkook grumbled. “Interesting”

“I couldn’t find a connection. I was hoping maybe you would be able to use police resources to see? I’m just worried. He could be Jin’s killer”

Jungkook took a seat, pulling out his laptop. After scrolling for some time he paused. Chewing his lip.

“Who else have you told about this?”

Yoongi shook his head. “N-no one, I noticed it yesterday. He has a tattoo that I don’t think he should have if he was really Kim Taehyung because Taehyung wasn’t there when his mom died and Y/n said that—”

Jungkook held his hand up, “Breathe” He instructed firmly. Yoongi gasped. His palms were sweaty. Eyes quivering. “Y/n—are you a friend of hers?”

Yoongi’s movements stilled. “Um, kindof.”

“Ah, so you were fucking her” Jungkook folded his arms over his chest. “So you had motive”

Yoongi huffed, “I wouldn’t be here if I had something to hide”

Jungkook hummed in agreement. “Well Min Yoongi…looks like you might be onto something. Park Jimin was a registered patient at the Children’s Correctional Clinic ten years ago. That’s when Taehyung left—isn’t it? It looks like they must have altered his identity to protect their family or something”

“I see…that makes sense, I guess.”

“Don’t poke holes, these guys don’t play around Yoongi” Jungkook warned, shutting his laptop. “They do stuff like this all the time. Digging will only put you on their radar.”

Yoongi nodded, thanking him for his time. He hopped into his car—googling Children’s Correctional Clinic on his phone.

He called the number.

“Namjoon” Hobi emerged from his room, nothing but a fluffy blue robe adorning his figure. Outside the window, the late morning sunrays of Paris glimmered through into the penthouse. Hobi never stayed in one place too long, but he made enough to have multiple permanent homes. He preferred the consistency. He had lots of things he liked to collect—he was a hoarder, if you will. “I cannot keep harboring a fugitive”

Namjoon sat at the piano, glasses on the rim of his nose, staring at the document in his hand. “You knew about this—and you didn’t tell me?” His hand was shaking.

In his hands was his mother’s will.

In his hands, was all he ever dreamed.

“He wasn’t exactly eager to share the information” Hoseok sighed, walking up to Namjoon. He curled his fingers around his shoulders, massaging him gently. “Took some persuading—God, you’re so stiff you need to relax. Stress looks horrible on you, Joonie”

Stepping away, Hoseok slid open a mini decorative jar, studded with little jewels. Inside was a small bout of white power. Taking the matching little spoon he poured a little bit out onto a tray. Reaching into his robe’s pockets, he pulled out a crisp hundred dollar bill. Rolling it up, he inhaled the powder quickly. “You want some?”

Namjoon ignored him, simply too stunned to react.

“Jin never got the company. I just never knew because he went to the will hearing while I,”

Hobi gave him a knowing look, “You need to forgive yourself. God knows she’s moved on. Honestly she’s better off for it, she’s killing it now”

Namjoon winced, recalling what he had done to you that night. It had all been for nothing—him crushing your spirit. The dirty deals he made with his brother the very next day, signing away things that were rightfully his—rightfully yours—without even realizing.

There could have been a different story. He could have gone to the will hearing. He could have had more faith in himself instead of stopping so low he needed to hurt Jin before he even had a reason. Maybe you would still like him. He would have learned to love you back. Maybe things could have been simple.

“He tricked all of us”

“That’s Seokjin for ya” Hobi sighed, walking over to the wall. It was decorated with a line of automatic rifles. No bullets, of course, but he liked to show off his collection. Reaching, he dismantled one. A personal favorite. A gift. Toying with the weapon in his hand, he smirked, “Greedy little fucker, that one. But Joonie I gotta ask, and you know I support you no matter what” He turned again. “Was it you? Did you kill your brother?”

Namjoon sighed.

“I don’t remember. But yeah, it’s possible”

The man at the clinic handed Yoongi a box. “These are all of our visitor logs from ten years ago. Hopefully that helps”

Thanking him, Yoongi immediately began digging through the files. He scanned the names of the visitors—until his eyes narrowed down—Kim Seokjin. So, he had been here.

Tracing the row with his finger, he noticed the patient Jin had come to see—patient ID 1230. Setting it aside, he pulled out another stack of files—room assignments. He located the patient ID, registered under KTH. Kim Taehyung. His roommate was patient 1013.

“Excuse me, do you know who I should talk to if I am trying to find someone who was admitted here?” Yoongi called out to the receptionist.

“Usually patient files are confidential, sir. But when most of our patients grow too old for our facility, they get transferred to another luxury facility, The Rose House.

“Perfect, thank you so much”

Everything reminded you of him.

The same steps you used to fall down. He’d reach out his hand, pull you up, not letting go until you’d stop crying. Your room—the doorway in which he would come in, leaning against the frame as he would ask you about your day. His room, where you would sneak into at night, snacks in your hand, getting high under the stars.

The bathroom where you stared at your own face. Instead, you saw him. Smiling. As he would place the choker around your neck. I got you this. Happy birthday, princess. Diamonds suit you. You gasped—turning the sink on. Letting it fill to the rim. You ducked your head down, letting the cool sensation cover your face.

You held your breath.

You won’t lose me, ever.

This was all your fault. Wasn’t it?

“Y/n!”

Dizzy—you blinked as a hand pulled you back. It was Taehyung, eyes quivering with worry.

“What the fuck” He mumbled, grabbing a towel, and wiping your face. You sighed, helplessly. The last thing you wanted was a confrontation. It was just something you liked to do—it helped you clear your mind. God knows what Taehyung thought he was walking in on.

Taehyung stared at you, dabbing your wet skin.

“You’re hurting” He said quietly. “I can see it in your eyes”

Stopping his movements, you shook your head. “I’m alright, Taehyung. Go back to sleep”

Taehyung pouted. You smiled immediately, remembering how bratty he used to be. He would hate seeing you sad—always wanting to see you smile.

“I honestly can’t sleep” He confessed, setting the towel aside. “It feels strange, being back”

You understood. Ten years was a long time—specifically to be the age Taehyung had been gone for. He was a little kid, and now he was a man. If you had met him on the street you probably wouldn’t have even recognized him.

“Do you wanna sleep in my room? I don’t really mind. It’s pretty fucking big” You chuckled. Taehyung gave an eager smile, nodding quickly.

“That would be great, noona” You scrunched your nose in distaste. Taehyung giggled. “No? No noona? Alright I’ll just stick to princess Y/n” He poked you playfully.

You rolled your eyes, pinching his cheek fondly.

Guns. Guards. Yoongi shuddered nervously as he stared at the facility gate. It looked less like a hospital, more like a resort. He would expect nothing less for the Kim prince.

“I’m here to see Kim Taehyung” The words left his mouth before he could even process them.

“Right this way” Yoongi exhaled in relief. He followed the receptionist into the space. Palm trees all around. A group doing yoga. Another painting flowers. Some people simply meditating on their own.  

Not a bad set up. Yoongi mused.

“Mr. Kim isn’t in this wing” The receptionist noticed Yoongi looking around, confused. “We keep extreme cases in the basement”

The basement. He followed the receptionist down a dark series of stairs. Opening the door, he squinted. The white light was nauseating. Slick like a hospital, nurses scurrying about. The rooms were glass. Walls plain.

Just looking at it made him feel crazy.

 “Don’t worry, they can’t see you” Yoongi stared at the patients, each in their own space, some crying, some screaming, some staring aimlessly into space. “They’re treated well. Get to go outside, supervised, at scheduled times. They eat, sleep. See their doctor. All from rich families so, money serves them good”

They halted at the end of the hall. Yoongi peered into the room. A man sat on the bed, legs crossed casually, reading a book.

Yoongi’s eyes widened. The resemblance to his mother was uncanny.

“Buzz if you need anything” The receptionist walked away. Gulping, Yoongi carefully opened the door.

The man’s eyes shifted in his direction. Carefully he set the book down.

“T-Taehyung?”

He stared at Yoongi for a while. As though he was trying to figure out who he was. Finally, a smile crawled onto his face.

“Ding ding ding” His grin widened, “We have a winner”

You stared at yourself in the mirror. Fingers tracing the lacey ends of the stockings as you pulled them up to the top of your thighs. The small floral pattern, dainty and delicately crafted, fit for an angel.

Your lips quivered at the irony.

Jin had bought it for you. Jin had bought a lot of things for you. Gifts or on request. He never denied you of anything material thing you could ever want.

The bathroom was cold, as the stocking did little to subdue the goosebumps running up and down your legs. You shivered, reaching for your lip gloss—the final touches.

Taking a deep breath, you exited the bathroom. Your long white stilettos knocking against the tile. There was less light in the room, only the dim halo from your bedside lamp.

Taehyung sat on the bed, thighs spread, leaning back against his wrists—waiting for you, patiently. He suggested a nice dinner. The two of you had gotten to know each other a little better. From what you could gather he was very observant. A great listener, and an amazing person to get comfort from.

“You look…amazing” Of course—that had been your intention. Taehyung wanted to talk—but you were tired of talking. He made you feel good. He made you feel seen.

Taehyung himself looked delectable—white shirt tucked into tight black jeans. Approaching him you ran your fingers through his hair.

“You clean up real nice yourself”

He traced the strap on your shoulder. You could see the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped. Your hands glazed over his thighs before you slid to your knees.

“Wait what are you—”

You flattened your palms, running them across his legs as you blinked at him innocently. His breath quickened, watching in awe as you stood up again, crawling into his lap.

“Something wrong?” One by one you popped his buttons open, not letting your eyes leave his. Your fingernails scraped against his chest, making him hiss.

“Princess” He warned, still not moving. You unzipped his jeans, hooking a finger into his belt loop before sliding back down to your knees—taking his pants with you. You kissed the tops of his knees, travelling up his thighs as he shuddered.

Your fingers fanned out over his bulge. Taehyung cursed inwardly. You wanted to put on a show for him. Wanted him to need you so bad he couldn’t take it. Because you wanted him. Wanted to feel him everywhere. Taehyung leaned forward suddenly, tilting your face up. Thumb tracing your lip. You stuck your tongue out, wrapping his thumb in between your glossy lips.

He watched you suck on his thumb obscenely.

“Stop” His voice was stern. He was not fucking around. He looked serious in a way that gave you chills. “We shouldn’t”

You released him. You were tired of being told no. What was the point of all the wealth—all the luxury—if you couldn’t have what you wanted? Was it so wrong—was it so fucking wrong for you to want to sleep with your fiancée? The man that your lover was forcing you to marry—the man who you barely knew?

“Please” You pressed your chest against his, pulling his face into your neck. His nose traced your jaw as he inhaled sharply. Hands finding your lower back.

“Please fuck me” Your lips dragged against his ear, making him shudder. Voice barely above a whisper. Seductive—as you rolled your hips teasingly.

You asked so nicely, there was no way he would say no.

A low growl left Taehyung’s lips. He immediately stood up, lifting you by your thighs. He tossed you down onto the bed, quickly climbing over your frame. Vicious—desperate—his lips found yours, tugging at them. Tongue piercing through, swallowing you in. His fingers gripping your legs, pulling them apart, nails digging into your flesh as he slotted himself where he wanted.

“You bitch” He breathed out, rolling his hard cock against you. “Such a fucking tease”

You mewled, wrapping your legs around him. The friction sending shocks through you. His touch was electric, grabbing handfuls of your ass as his lips slanted across your jaw. He scented all over your neck, nipping your skin.

“Here I am trying to be so good to you, but you’re such a little slut” You cradled his head against you, moaning out as he nibbled your ear. Heat pulsed through your chest, down between your legs.

“Yeah I am. And what are you gonna do about it?” You smiled against him, knowing he could feel it. You arced your back, allowing him to unzip your little dress. He slid it off you in a swift motion, tossing it aside.

Hovering over you, his eyes scanned over your body—licking his lips. His fingers traced your panties, slipping inside briefly. He grinned watching you blush—your wetness leaking against the flick of his finger.

“So wet for me. So needy—fuck” Immediately he climbed back over you, latching his lips to your chest. He kissed you all over—mouth open wide, sucking and tugging at your flesh. You gasped—legs failing in the air as he continued to trail his kisses down your stomach. Dragging your panties to your knees, he pressed his nose between your legs. Heat burned through your face.

You reached for him, grabbing a handful of his hair. He carefully licked your throbbing folds. Twitches overtook your body as he drank you up. Tongue slipping deep inside you. His fingers tracing your stockings, holding your thighs up over his shoulders.

“T-taehyung” You screamed, gasping loudly as pleasure seized every fiber of you. Abruptly he pulled away, causing you to whimper.

“Don’t” He gritted his teeth, “Don’t call me that”

You gulped, “What do you want me to call you?”

Taehyung seemed to ponder it for a while. “Anything just—not my name”

You would have questioned it more, except he shed his boxers. His cock eager for you. He towered over you, aggressively jerking along his length. You propped yourself up, licking the tip cautiously.

Your panties painfully jut into your thighs, but Taehyung lined his cock up with your folds. He let a glob of spit fall onto your clit before rubbing it all over. You panted heavily, sweat collecting on your forehead. Eyes clenching shut as you felt his tip burn into you.

“Look at me” Taehyung growled, reaching for your neck. He gripped it tightly, forcing you to watch as he pushed his length in.

“F-fuck” Your eyes rolled back. Pain shot through you, your legs trapped. Taehyung didn’t care. He groaned loudly, hissing curses as he bottomed out. Without another thought, he began to pummel into you. The slippery noises making you dizzy with need. His fingers wrapping fully around your neck, nose brushing against yours. The bed creaked under you. His cock twitching as he fucked. In and out. Hitting you deep in your core.

“Princess” He sighed loudly, lost in the sensation of your tight cunt, squeezing him for all he was worth “You don’t know h-how much I wanted this—how bad I prayed for this, Y/n—I always wanted you so bad. So bad”

His words sputtering as he began to pump you even faster. “Wanna fuck you all the time. Want you so bad princess—this is all I want. Wanna cum inside you, make you all mine—fuck—you’re all mine princess, you always were”

Wet skin echoed through the room. The feeling of his cock filling you up just right. Sutffing you deep before he’d slam his hips, fucking into you again.

“You wanted me to take you like this, just always looking so pretty to fuck—that pretty little dress you had on—your little games—just wanted my fat cock in this little cunt didn’t you? Didn’t you princess?”

He chuckled, tightening his grip on your neck. “Dressing up pretty for me. Begging for my cum. Go on, beg for it princess. Tell me what you want” Releasing his grip you gasped for air.

“Please cum inside me baby” You traced his face fondly, “You feel so good”

Taehyung smiled wickedly, “Yeah? Huh? You like this?”

You nodded, kissing him deep. “I love it baby” Taehyung’s hips jerked.

“Yeah you do. Fuck.” He sped up, eyes rolling back in pleasure “Take it. Take my cum—fuck—gonna fuck you so deep”

You moaned against his lips. He shuddered, grabbing your hips as he spilled inside you. Panting heavily, he buried his face in your chest. You too were out of breath, twitching with pleasure.

Taehyung kissed your shoulders, staying nestled inside your warm folds. He rolled over, holding you close. “You’re amazing” He sighed before kissing your lips again—this time soft, sweet. “You’re everything I dreamed of”

You smiled weakly. “That was really good Taehyung” You noticed him flinch at his name. “Thank you”

Taehyung kissed your cheek. “I can’t say no to you” His breath steadied, Pausing for a moment, he continued. “But we should have waited. You’re going through a lot. Now, I’ve loved you for a long time, I thought about you every day I was gone. But for you, this is sudden. This is fast. I understand that” He gazed at you as though you were so incredible, so precious, it made your heart melt.

“You were being forced to marry me” He cleared his throat, tracing your lips, “But I want you to want me. Want you to love me like I’ve spent the last ten years loving you”

What you had felt for Jin—it was strong. Overwhelming. Made you want to fall to your knees in defeat.

But Taehyung was here. He was the calm in the storm. The two of you were connected. And at the end of the day,

Jin was dead.

And you didn’t want to hurt anymore.

Yoongi couldn’t even believe his eyes. He sat at the foot of Taehyung’s bed after explaining who he was, watching as the heir flipped to the back of his book. There was a section carved out—filled to the brim with small white pills.

“They were drugging me. To keep me here”

“Oh my god” What the hell did he just get himself into? Yoongi thought about the test he could be studying for instead of acting like a maniac. It was your fault. You made him like this. He would only do these things for you.

Taehyung shrugged “Figured it out, eventually...so I stopped taking the pills”

Yoongi didn’t know what to say. Ten years. The thought alone creeped him out. Being trapped in a place like this. The kind of trauma this would cause a person—it was beyond cruel. They might as well have killed him off.

“Why?”

Taehyung blinked blandly. “I saw something I shouldn’t have. So they sent me away. Convinced me it wasn’t real”

Yoongi felt queasy. He knew the Kim family was fucked up—but this was bizarre, even for him. “I’m so sorry” Truly, he didn’t know what else to say.

Taehyung scoffed, “Few years ago, Dr. Park got assigned to me per my guardian’s request. Put me on new meds—the wrong meds”

A few years ago—Yoongi pondered, maybe around when Chairwoman Kim died? Could Jin have orchestrated all of this? Yoongi wouldn’t put it past the lying bastard.

“I guess using whatever you’ve told him, Dr. Park convinced everyone that he’s you” Yoongi confessed. Taehyung didn’t react. “He stood in for you at your engagement”

“Engagement?” Taehyung tilted his head. Did he not even know?

“To Y/n”

The name made his eyes widen. The book fell from his hands. Pills scattered everywhere. Still. Motionless, he stared at nothing.

“Sir” Jungkook groaned as an officer approached him. He hated being interrupted when he was focusing. He hadn’t heard from you—he wondered if you had considered his offer. Together he was certain he could tear the Kim family to pieces. They deserved nothing less, not after what they did to him, you, and who knows how many others. In his pocket was your diamond choker. His fingers traced the rough edges of the jewels.

“What?”

“Min Yoongi is here again to see you” Jungkook groaned, rolling his eyes. The last thing he needed was to waste time on a jealous ex-boyfriend of yours and his conspiracy theories.

Jungkook walked out towards the interrogation room. Stepping inside, he immediately noticed the another man. Tall, extremely handsome, messy black hair and sickly pale skin. Eyes thin, sinister. A face somewhere between bored and amused, Jungkook couldn’t quite tell.

Jungkook shifted his gaze to Yoongi, unphased. “What now Mr. Min?”

“Detective Jeon. Meet Kim Taehyung”

Jungkook inhaled as Yoongi went on to explain how he tracked the young heir down. He watched the man carefully. The man stared at him right back. He felt something tight in his throat.

It was a power play. The man was unwavering, but Jungkook wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction. So we meet again Kim Taehyung. It’s been a while.

When Yoongi finished his story, Jungkook simply shrugged “Prove it”

The man smirked, eyes dropping, scanning Jungkook’s figure up and down with intrigue.

“I know who killed your daddy”

Yoongi raised his eyebrows in surprise. Jungkook continued to glare at him, fists clenching. He did bear the resemblance. The twisted look in his eyes was a classic Kim trait after all.

Jungkook rolled his tongue in his cheek. This isn’t good.

“Yoongi, you and Taehyung stay here. I want you both under police protection. I will go get Y/n and make sure she is safe. Then we will figure out how to prove all this and arrest Park Jimin. Maybe he’s connected to the murder, maybe he isn’t”

Yoongi gave Jungkook a look. Taehyung tilted his head. “What murder?”

Oh. Jungkook tapped his finger against the table lightly. “Your brother—Kim Seokjin, was murdered”

Taehyung’s jaw clenched. “Hyung? He’s dead?”

Both Yoongi and Jungkook stared at him, unsure how to proceed. “Yeah, and right now the evidence points at Y/n—but I don’t really believe she is responsible”

Taehyung cleared his throat, “What about Namjoon? He’s alive isn’t he?”

Jungkook nodded and Taehyung let out a sigh of relief.

“You do know” Yoongi started, “That your mother is dead—right?”

Taehyung’s face fell. Jungkook glared at Yoongi, who bit his tongue. Idiot.

“I didn’t know that” Taehyung exhaled slowly. Blinking a few times, he looked up at Jungkook. “Take us with you. She won’t believe you otherwise”

Jungkook frowned slightly. He pondered a moment. The last thing he wanted to do was spend another second in proximity with a man that witnessed his father’s murder. The man who pointed his finger and caused it. But he had to be careful. He had to think smart.

“Fine”

Waking up in Taehyung’s arms was a dream. You felt light—weightless and free. He smelled like heaven, his warm body radiating onto you. Staring at his face, you observed his features closely. His eyelashes, his adorable nose, pouty lips. You remembered how he had a little spot on his face. Tilting his head to the side you searched for it.

Hm. You pursed your lips when you didn’t see it. Maybe he was still wearing some makeup. Taking his hand in yours, you began to kiss the pads of his fingers.

You saw his tattoo. Weird. You remembered Namjoon and Jin going together to get their family crest ingrained on their bodies. It had been a melancholy moment. A healing moment where you began to wonder if those two brothers could find love in each other ever again.

Maybe Taehyung got it when he was gone. He never did tell you why he never came back when his mom died.

You wondered if Jin would go visit him.

Jin.

Your heart began to sink into a deep pit. The screams came back to your ears.

“Fuck you—you liar” You screamed, hands trembling around the gun.

“Stop acting so innocent Y/n” Jin snapped, “You think I don’t know what you’ve been up to?”

You froze.

Jin let out a shaky breath, face red with anger “I was trying to protect you. That’s all I’ve ever tried to do” He stepped closer. Closer. And closer. Until you could feel him. Feel the betrayal in his eyes. The gun slipped from your hands.

“You would have taken everything I had” You growled. “You lying piece of shit”

“You don’t understand—Nexus is dangerous. You shouldn’t be anywhere near it”

“That’s not for you to decide!”

Jin slapped you clean across the face. Your jaw dropped, the pain stinging from impact—deeper in your chest when you processed what he had done.

“That’s enough” A deep voice cut through. A wave of relief crashing over you. Footsteps neared—they were hurried, angry. You shut your eyes.

Something shattered. Your eyes opened. In front of you a man stood, raging. Jin was on the floor, blood on his eye. Jin laughed.

“Nice of you to join us, Hoseok”

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a/n: get ready bc the next part is jimin's pov baby ;) send your theories! would love to know what yall think <3 (begs for feedback)

also you're hot and dont you forget it! thanks for reading :) <3

[heisttheblackflag]

For the AH asks!! 5, 6, 8, 22, 37, 38 and 49!

AAHHH thank you erin!!!!!

5: Favorite team? oh team short temper obviously. if I could be known for one thing in the fandom I want it to be my deep and abiding love for team short temper lmao. honorary mentions to team little britain/tea party and elden bros though; some dynamics I can't get enough of.

6: Favorite ship? ...I mean obviously it's jeremichael sdkfjsd. alfreyco, jeremavin, and the stream team are my other favorites though!

8: Favorite AU? FAHC BABY!!!!!!!!!!!! FAHC!!! I have such severe FAHC brainrot that my main original fiction I'm working on is inspired by FAHC lol. I also have an R6 Siege AU I keep meaning to write though and that's my other favorite!

22: What series got you into their content? my friend that got me into them showed me all the Offense/Defense GTA videos and that's what got me hooked, and then GO! is what really solidified their hold on me lol.

37: Favorite Minecraft mini-series? sky factory!!!!!!!!! I miss sky factory SO MUCH I used to rewatch it all the time. does it get any better than blood magic, Gavin and Michael getting engaged, Geoff's chicken farm, and the nuclear heat death of the universe?

38: Favorite GTA mini-series? CRIMINAL MASTERMINDS BABY. I genuinely really hope they redo crimmies at some point (hopefully w Jeremy still!) because they were so fun and good and I love it so much. honorary mention to cunning stunts though, those are the ones I rewatch the most I think.

49: What's your favorite RT production outside of AH? you know I gotta say Red Web. or Lazer Team actually; that was the first movie I ever watched with my girlfriend before we started dating and we're still together 5 years later lol. it used to be Camp Camp but uhhhhh yeah. Red Web though!!! I recommend it to people all the time!

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[sorcererinthestars]

Prompts?

I’m about to launch into 12 days of vacation. I need it more than I need air - just time to relax and reset. I’ll be away a bit for the holidays, but pretty much I’ll be around on Tumblr!

I’m looking to write a bit more. Feel free to send me prompts! A few rules, etc below:

Things I will write:

- any of my AUs. This covers things like FAHC, Kings, Sky Factory/Stoneblock, Minecraft, 7 Days, Firefly, Elemental, etc.  - shippy or non-shippy stuff. If you want a specific ship or Gen, please denote it. - trans/non-binary characters! I’m cool with writing folks how you headcanon them, just please note I am cis and don’t want to talk over anyone. - non-AH stuff! Leverage, Firefly, Merlin, etc. If I’ve posted about it, try me. I’d like to put my toes into other fandoms too.

Things I will NOT write:

- JRH. Never again. Don’t ask, because your prompt will be trashed. - Sexual violence/non-con. - Anything that I look at and decide is not my thing - this is up to my discretion. 

Looking forward to jumping back into it. Anons, please mark yourself with an unique emoji or a symbol, just so I know if you send more than one. I want to try to get through a few folks before repeating someone. Thanks. 

[crithaus]

happy one year wedding anniversary to the only wedding ive ever cared about

and before you say thats not the right outfits XD i stand by the fact that he toga and all that is purely fanon and i am valid

anyway happy one year anniversary to the happy solar queen and wild king eyyy,

i tried to record a speedpaint but my recording software is shit, so the PSD file will be up on my patreon

aaaaand,if you like it then reblogs are hella welcome!

[shoggoth-the-bitch]

Me, watching the new Sky Factory episode: ...

Me: What's he hollowing out the tree for? Haha, is he making a secret base?

Me: ...

Me, literally gasping: RrryAN!

[fenrirbetrayed]

Sad brainwashed Geoff

I guess I love to torture myself cause I thought up a scenario where Jack, Michael, Jeremy, and Gavin find Geoff in a cell in Ender Eye Ryan’s lair brainwashed and sitting in the corner looking into space while clutching a chicken plushie and it’s the saddest sight they’ve ever seen.

This is what Geoff would look like once he was safe with the guys: all cuddley and cute but he’d also be furious and want revenge

[firefighting-idiot]

Okay but Ryan Haywood made himself a massive throne in the new sky factory episode & all I can think now: How in millenias time, when the gods have long had their last influence on the world, there is a fabled throne that one sits upon to watch as the species of the world grow & develop, watching with pleasent wonder at the world he helped create.

[rikurobo]

Jeremy: “Rip my guts out! Make me a robot!“ Ryan: “Okay.“

We Make Airships - Minecraft - Sky Factory 4 (Part 15)

[jazzy-j-wolf]

Solar Queen Gavin, has to be one of my all time favourite Gavs!

I took heavy inspiration from @pubert-adams Solar Queen Gavin drawing, for my design. 

[miss-ingno]

Eternal Eclipse, chapter 11 of 11

Fandom: ragehappy Ship: Jerevinwood, past Freewood Words: 5.6k Tags: Sky Factory 3 Gods AU, (temporary) character death, blood sacrifice, magic rituals, amnesia, jealousy, relationship drama, religious imagery, cults

Summary: The Solar Queen is dead, long may the Dark God reign!

OR it is time for one final confrontation. Long may they live!

Read here on Ao3 or Patreon. The rest of the story is available there for early access, as well as outtakes and Behind the Scenes stuff. You can also vote on potential sequel(s), if you’re interested!

[Prologue] [Ch1] [Ch2] [Ch3] [Ch4] [Ch5] [Ch6] [Ch7] [Ch8] [Ch9] [Ch10] [Ch11]

A/N: The final chapter! Thank you for everyone who joined me on this ride, who reblogged, tagged, messaged and encouraged me <3 You all rock!

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But there were others still who were not content under the Dark God’s rule. They did not follow the Blood Mage’s example for they had lost too much to sacrifice more, nor did they surrender with the God of Growth for they were too stubborn to give up their ways. They did not find refuge with the Phoenix, goddess of Chaos and Change for they were looking for stability, yet they could not find refuge with the Knight of Fae either for they were not warriors but simple farmers, elders and children.

Thus they turned to the God of Farms and Animals, who was Father to the Solar Queen. And to Him they prayed through the endless nights that settled across the lands like a veil of darkness.

And the God of Farms and Animals heard their plea.

“Fear not, my children, for I have not forgotten who has taken my daughter away from us,” said the God of Farms and Animals.

He told them, “Hide all symbols of the Sun and tell your neighbours to do the same. For soon the Hunters of the Dark God will come to your doors. And you will disavow my daughter to them and keep your own children safe.”

And He said, “Gather those who disdain the Dark God, offer sanctuary to those who flee His rule.”

And He said, “Be patient, my children. Time will come for us to rise, for my daughter will return one day.”

“You are not alone in this fight, my children,” said the God of Farms and Animals. “We will combine efforts with the Knights of Fae, and harbour any refugees who still pray to the Solar Queen. And then we’ll wait.

“This is my verdict.”

***

The hush that fell across the meadow felt as oppressive as the humidity within the jungles. Only the crackling of the flames licking up the Redwood tree and the distant sound of fighting could be heard, interspersed with the beats of wings above them. All battle on the ground ceased, everyone turning to watch the two gods approached by a third, glowing brighter than any fire. They stared at each other as the third stalked across the field.

Then the Blood Mage bowed, his words echoing across the clearing. “Solar Queen.”

A murmur rose from the crowd. The Solar Queen had died, but rumours spread that the Dark God had interrupted the Blood Mage mid-ritual to bring her back. Were the rumours true? Had the ritual worked after all? Had the Solar Queen returned?

If the Blood Mage’s greeting caused an uproar, the Dark God’s reaction silenced them in shock: the Dark God fell to his knees before the Solar Queen.

“My queen,” he said for all to hear as he bowed over her hand. “My love.”

Even the wind stilled. The tableau sat frozen, the Dark God’s cloak billowing behind him like a living shadow, his face lit by the Solar Queen’s unearthly glow as he stared up at her. One moment, she lit up the entire field with her glow, the next the light was dimming until only a human man remained, staring down at the Dark God with a knitted brow and pursed lips.

“Call them off,” he commanded, pulling his hand away from the Dark God. He turned to glare at the Blood Mage next. “You, too.”

The Dark God rose smoothly to his feet and waved the nearest Hunter over. They rushed forth, nearly stumbling over their shadowy cloak as they bowed with a hand on their heart, keeping a wary eye on the other two. “Sire?”

“Spread the word to retreat. No one else shall be harmed. That is my will.”

“As you command,” the Hunter said, bowing once more before returning to their comrades, whispering orders. They split up to pass the order to retreat on.

The Blood Mage however hesitated. “What about the fire?”

His cape was blown back with the winds of beating wings as one of the dragons descended. The Acolytes tensed, some nocking their arrows and taking aim, but the beast simply landed next to the Solar Queen. Off its back slid the Knight of Fae, his pink armour glittering in the light of the flames and his diamond sword gleamed.

“My people will take care of it,” he said brusquely, a hand on the hilt of his sword and his eyes wary. “If you will swear to me that nothing happens to Gavin in my absence.”

“I wouldn’t allow it,” the Dark God chimed in immediately, half-stepping in front of the Solar Queen as if to protect him. The Knight of Fae shot him a calculating look.

“Will you,” he asked, dry and sarcastic. “Did you not just try to burn down this very tree he slept in?”

Something flashed across the Dark God’s eyes, his expression darkening. “And I will take the ones responsible to task for their thoughtless actions.”

“For me?” the Solar Queen finally spoke up, and the Dark God turned to him, searching his expression. “Or for those who died senselessly tonight?”

“We didn’t want this, Gavin,” the Blood Mage interjected, stepping forward, only to be stopped by the Knight of Fae drawing his blade and levelling it at him. They stared at each other for an eternal moment, eyes narrowed, before the blade dipped. “We have much to talk about, but you should hurry and ensure the safety of those who yet live.”

“Swear it first,” the Knight insisted. “Swear you won’t hurt him. Again.”

“Michael…”

“Jeremy. I’m not playing.” The fire reflected in the Knight’s eyes. “You tried to kill him.”

“He would’ve come back!” Jeremy protested, but Michael shook his head.

“You should have warned him. Explained it to him. Fuck, Jeremy, do you know what else could’ve gone wrong? What if he had second thoughts, or doubts as he realized what was up? What were you thinking!”

Jeremy opened his mouth, closed it again, then shook his head. He looked pale in the fire’s light. “It would have worked. It had to.”

“Well, clearly it didn’t,” Michael huffed, rolling his eyes. “We’ll talk later. Do you swear that you will not take Gavin away from here until I return, and that I will find him unharmed when I do?”

The Blood Mage raised his hands, one gripping a ceremonial knife that hadn’t been there just a second before. Wind billowed his tattered cloak, like streaks of blood against the backdrop of the burning night. The blade reflected the fire’s light as it sliced the Blood Mage’s other palm open. Bright crimson gathered there, glowing unnaturally with vitality and divinity. It flowed across his skin in strange, runic patterns, defying gravity. Then the Blood Mage turned his hand palm down, and a single drop hit the earth.

It was the sound of glass shattering, of tiny bells chiming. The silence rang.

Jeremy swallowed. “I thus swear.”

Neither of them dared to break eye contact first. Michael nodded slowly.

“Good.” He took a deep breath, squaring his shoulders. It was the Knight who spoke next. “I accept.”

From the ground where the Mage’s blood dropped sprung a pink pink, its leaves and blossoms unfurling as it jumped into existence. It shook itself once, scattering a cloud of pink glitter which drifted up to the Blood Mage’s bleeding hand. It settled over the pattern, bright pink mingling with equally bright red. It shimmered before sinking into the skin, colours and light dimming until it vanished entirely.

“Alright.” Michael nodded again, firmly. He turned on his heel without a second glance at Jeremy, stalking back to his dragon. “C’mon Lindsay, let’s go.”

“But I’m enjoying the spectacle!” Lindsay objected, propping her head on her fist and pouting down at Michael from her perch still in the saddle. Michael shot her an exasperated look that couldn't quite hide the underlying fondness.

“It’s fire, Linds. You’re good with fire,” he offered and heaved himself back in the saddle behind her when she made no move to give him space. “You owe me.”

“But-” Lindsay’s bottom lip quivered, her eyes wide as she turned to look at him. “But chaos!”

She threw her arms wide as if to encompass the entire battlefield. Michael rolled his eyes and reached around her for the reigns.

“I’ll owe you?” he suggested instead. She seemed to ponder this, finger tapping against her chin, even as Mogar spread his wings and twisted around itself to get into a better starting position.

“Alright, fine. This once.” She tossed a wink and a wave at Gavin, mouthing ‘good luck’. And then they were taking off, the dragon taking two, three loping steps before leaping up in the air and rising with strong beats of its wings. Gavin stared after them for a long while, struggling with the ball of emotions squirming in his chest, until Jeremy cleared his throat. Then his gaze snapped to the other man almost against his will.

“You heard them,” Jeremy told the nearest Acolytes, who finally lowered their bows. “Sound the retreat. What are you waiting for!?”

“Yes, sir!” the Acolytes saluted, heels snapping together before hurrying off in all directions.

Jeremy watched them leave, then turned to meet Gavin’s narrow-eyed gaze. Gavin looked away first, crossing his arms. His stomach roiled. He wasn’t ready for this confrontation, not yet. But time had run out, and so had his luck.

Gavin flinched when a hand settled on his shoulder, turning to meet Ryan’s worried gaze. His eyes scanned him down and then up, obviously looking for injuries. His hands were gentle as they brushed over Gavin’s arms, lingering at his elbows.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly, and Gavin nodded. He swallowed down the rising queasiness.

“I’m fine,” he assured the god, taking his hands for a short moment and squeezing. Then he dropped them and took a step back. “Not thanks to either of you. What the hell! What were you thinking!?”

“We were worried,” Ryan admitted, exchanging a quick look with Jeremy before his gaze settled steadily on Gavin. “Both of us. So we sent out our people to find you, afraid that something might… happen.”

“There’s a lot of danger in this world. Especially to you-” Jeremy started. Gavin shot him a glare, stopping him short.

“I wouldn’t have been in danger here if it weren’t for your troops!”

Ryan's mouth was a thin line, his brows furrowed, Gavin's own anger reflected back at him.

"I do not know who made that call. They were tasked to observe only." His voice was silky smooth and dripping with danger. "I will find out."

It was a dark promise. For his own sake, Gavin wouldn't have insisted. But the image of people dragging each other out of burning branches that used to be their home was still at the forefront of his mind. He nodded, sharply vicious.

"See that you will."

They stood in awkward silence, staring at each other. Gavin wasn’t sure what to say. It was a relief when Jeremy stepped up to them, his jaw set and his fists clenched at his sides.

“I’m sorry,” he told Gavin, a small smile flitting across his lips. “We meant to figure things out first. Give you some time and space. But when news reached us-” He shrugged one shoulder, gesturing at the tree. “We came as soon as we heard.”

Gavin stemmed his hands on his hips and gave Ryan a significant look. “You talked?”

“We were… interrupted,” Ryan said carefully, eyes flickering to Jeremy and then back to Gavin. “We haven’t agreed on anything yet.”

“The ritual was a greater success than I suspected,” Jeremy murmured, rubbing his chin. “The powers he displayed just now - that’s a lot more than I expected, what with the interruption. That could balance out what energy was lost during the attempt.”

“It’s still a risk,” Ryan didn’t so much ask as state, his head tilted as he waited for confirmation. Jeremy hesitated, rolling his shoulders.

“Yeah,” he agreed, eyeing Ryan warily. “There’s always some risk involved. But-”

"That's a no then," Ryan declared brusquely, crossing his arms and glowering at Jeremy. “I’m not willing to take that risk. You said yourself, there could be other ways to return his memories to him-”

“Ways that also carry risks with them,” Jeremy interrupted, dragging a hand over his bald head in obvious frustration. “Ryan, I understand you’re afraid to lose him again, but the only certainty we have is that if we do nothing, he will die. Of old age, if not before.”

The skin around Ryan’s eyes tightened, even as his glare softened. “Jeremy.” He reached out to clasp Jeremy’s shoulder. “I understand your concerns. I don’t know what will happen. But… if we do this now and it goes wrong, I don’t think I can-” He cut himself off with a sharp inhale and met Jeremy’s gaze. “I can’t, Jeremy. I can’t risk it.”

“The risks only grow worse if we wait,” Jeremy pointed out, shrugging off Ryan’s hand. He spread his arms in a what can you do gesture. “I calculated the odds. Fuck, don’t you think I’ve been over this a thousand times by now, Ryan? I’ve done my best to mitigate the risks! Why do you think it took me this long!?”

“I don’t know!” Ryan snapped, flinging his arm wide. His cloak billowed behind him in a mirror of his agitation. “You didn’t tell me! If you had, maybe I could have helped!”

“Or we wouldn’t be here now!” Jeremy fired back, lips pulling up in a snarl. “Do you even realize what I’ve sacrificed to ensure Gavin’s still with us? He’s mortal! How do you think he’s survived the last decades!”

“Even more reason not to throw it away now!” Ryan hissed, stepping between Jeremy and Gavin, cutting off his line of sight on the other man and turning his back to Gavin, forgotten in the heat of their argument. “You say he’ll die for sure if we leave it alone, yet you’ve found ways to extend his life before! We can still buy time that way until we are certain it’ll work-”

“There’s no certainty, Ryan! Are you even listening to me!?” Jeremy pushed into Ryan’s space and then shoved against his chest, but Ryan stood rooted to the ground, glaring down at him. “Each year that passes, the remnants of power dim! Each year, more of the sun worship dies, rites and faith forgotten! That’s not something we can just fix, Ryan! We’re running out of time!”

“Then we will-”

"Enough!"

The shout echoed across the field, and Jeremy and Ryan fell silent, turning in sync to watch him. Gavin took a deep breath.

"It's my choice, innit?"

"The ritual needs voluntary participation, yes," Jeremy agreed, eyeing Gavin carefully.

"Then why," Gavin bit out, crossing his arms less out of defense and more to hug himself. A shiver ran through him. "Why are you trying to convince each other? Isn't it me you need to convince?"

"Gav-" Ryan took a step forward, reaching for him, but Gavin ducked away from the touch.

"No." The word tasted bitter on his tongue. "I'm done. Don’t you care about what I want? You didn’t even ask, not once. You just want your little Solar Queen back. No, don't you dare-"

Ryan's jaw snapped shut, his protests dying on his tongue.

"I know you think you love me. Because I look like her."

"It's not just that," Jeremy interjected, his tone growing sharp. "You are the same. You act the same, you talk the same. I know you, Gav. I've been there, right by your side, for all these years."

He grabbed Gavin’s shoulders and shook him. Gavin stared down at him, eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

“I don’t know what you think a god should be like, but fuck, Gav. You’re still you.”

“I don’t remember, though,” Gavin objected, starting to shake his head, but Jeremy stopped him with a hand on his cheek, turning him to look at him. “There’s- there’s things I can’t do like this. That’s why you want to fix me, innit?”

“Gavin,” Jeremy murmured, and he was so close, Gavin could feel his breath on his neck. His thumb curled under Gavin’s chin, tipping it down. “There’s nothing to fix. Okay? You’re perfect. You’re still the same you, just… just mortal.”

“No memories,” Gavin pointed out, breath getting stuck in his throat. He knew what it was like to be in love, but it wasn’t Ryan his heart yearned for, like they expected from him. His hands came up to rest on Jeremy’s chest, to feel the warmth he radiated. “No powers.”

“You seem to have regained some of them,” Jeremy countered. The grip on Gavin’s shoulder tightened, a dark look flitting across Jeremy’s face before he forced himself to smile. “The ritual worked a little, it seems.”

“Powers I have no control over,” Gavin returned. He swallowed, then decided fuck it. He wanted this for too long, had missed the moment before everything went to hell to make good on this. He might as well. “And… I’ve had different experiences as a human. It changes things.”

“It doesn’t have to-” Jeremy started to protest, but Gavin cut him off. He wrapped his arms around Jeremy’s shoulders, one hand snaking up to cup his head and pull him into a kiss. 

A little gasp escaped Jeremy’s mouth as their lips met, and Gavin pressed closer, lips moving desperately. It felt like being hit by lightning, his mouth tingled where it met Jeremy’s, jolts running down his spine, leaving him feeling too hot under the collar. Then Jeremy relaxed and responded, and everything intensified a hundredfold. He tipped his head back, lips moving against Gavin’s, trailing from one corner of his mouth to the other. His fingers brushed along Gavin’s jaw, the other hand clinging to his shoulder. The butterflies in Gavin’s stomach seemed to multiply, swooping as he pressed himself as close to Jeremy as possible.

It seemed an eternity, it seemed like forever.

A shudder ran through Jeremy, and he blinked his eyes open. Gavin could feel him recoiling and let him go with sad resignation. He knew it couldn’t last. Jeremy wasn’t meant for him. Even now he was putting distance between the two of them, and Gavin fought the urge to pull him close again. Instead he let his fingers brush over Jeremy’s shoulders, lingering there with a light touch.

Jeremy paused, mere inches between them, then leaned in once more, brushing a short, lingering kiss to his mouth, gaze soft and calculating at the same time as he pulled back.

Gavin licked his lips, meeting Jeremy’s eyes. “I would have, you know. I would have died for you. If you’d just told me why.”

Jeremy’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped in shock. Gavin bit down a smile and brushed down Jeremy’s chest, fixing his rumpled cloak.

"I was very much in love with you. Did you know? Was that what you were banking on?"

"Gav-" Jeremy swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I didn't, I swear. I-" His voice broke into a hoarse croak. "I thought- I thought you could forgive me the little white lies, once you remembered. That you would be happy to have Ryan back again."

"You were hoping I would be too busy to be mad for long," Gavin finished for him, throat tight. He took a step back, and Jeremy’s hands dropped to his side, letting him go. He glanced at Ryan, who was watching them with an odd expression, tight and filled with longly and just a bit resigned. Gavin had to look away. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, then opened them to meet Jeremy’s, steady and serious. “You owe me an explanation.”

“I do,” Jeremy agreed softly, mouth twisting into a sad smile. He, too, glanced at Ryan, but unlike Gavin he kept staring at him. It was Ryan who averted his gaze first. “Both of you.”

Jeremy stepped several feet away, fists clenched and crossed behind his back. Gavin watched him pace back and forth, the red of his cloak lit by the still crackling fire behind them. It made him look pale in comparison, a blotch of white in the darkness. When Jeremy whirled around, his lips were pressed into a thin, bloodless line.

“When it became clear that Gavin’s condition would deteriorate further I… looked into alternate solutions.” Jeremy avoided looking at Gavin as he explained, his eyes fixed on Ryan instead, whose shoulders hunched at the reminder. “I didn’t find anything in time, obviously. Gavin still died. So I figured… what the hell, right? Might as well try. Couldn’t make it any worse.”

Jeremy glanced up and swallowed. Gavin followed his gaze to the burning Redwood tree. Most of the trunk was engulfed in flames, and he wasn’t sure what, if any of it could be saved. The fire spread fast.

“I threw together a ritual. Everyone helped.” His gaze flicked to Ryan and away again. “It didn’t quite work as I had hoped. I’d managed to remove some of the poison, but… it left you mortal.” This time, he met Gavin’s eyes. Gavin could see his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “Anyway. I brought what remained to the sun priestesses. The last remnant of the sun.”

Jeremy laughed, a hoarse, pitiful sound. His hands rose to rub at his forehead, like he was staving off a headache. Gavin bit his lips, fighting the urge to walk up to him. He didn’t dare interrupt this, not before Jeremy got everything off his chest. Afraid they wouldn’t get the chance to talk it out again. Jeremy started pacing again, clearly agitated.

“I hadn’t paid attention to what the humans were doing. It didn’t take them long to decide the lack of sunlight meant that darkness had swallowed the stars. Worship of the Dark God was on the rise, and with it the zealous urge to prove themselves to their new overlord. Ha.”

“They hunted down everyone who dared to so much as mention the Solar Queen,” Ryan murmured, staring at his own feet. He seemed lost in his memories. “I didn’t notice either, not until it was too late.”

“It was a very chaotic time. I sent out my followers to gather every artefact of sun worship they could, under the pretense of helping the Dark God. In truth, I needed every last dredge of sun magic that remained. Every year when the Blood Moon rose, I would gather a trusted few for a similar ritual as the other night, to imbue the ceremonial dagger with those energies.”

Jeremy stopped, turning ninety degrees to face Gavin.

“The hope was to gather a reservoir big enough to return you to divinity. A weak god, maybe, but one with a chance to recover,” Jeremy explained softly. His eyes were sad as he watched Gavin. “But you… you were too weak in mortal form, too. In the beginning, it didn’t seem like you could hold any memories, old or new. I- I was scared that I’d only managed to recreate a semblance of your former self, but that the spark that made you you was already lost.

“I didn’t know if I could fix it.” Jeremy turned his head to meet Ryan’s eyes. “You were still grieving. The wound was too fresh and… and I couldn’t do that to you, to see your love alive and yet lifeless.”

“Jeremy,” Ryan whispered, taking a step forward. Jeremy shook his head emphatically.

“I knew I was taking a chance, but it was all I had. I kept going. I-” He swallowed again. “There were some who put together that Gavin was related to what was happening with the sun worship. There were- there were attempts-”

Gavin tried to meet Jeremy’s eyes, but Jeremy was clearly avoiding him now.

“They tried to kill me,” Gavin concluded quietly, and Jeremy nodded jerkily.

“After that, I made sure no one knew who you were or why you were there. I spread rumours and did my best to isolate you. At first… at first you didn’t even seem to notice the change.”

“That’s why I never had friends,” Gavin murmured to himself, but Jeremy seemed to hear him because he finally met his gaze.

“It wasn’t what I wanted for you, but…” he trailed off and shrugged helplessly. “It was the only way I knew how to keep you safe. Not even the Head Priests knew exactly why you were important, only that you were and keeping you safe was the ultimate priority.” Jeremy swallowed again. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to leave you friendless.”

Gavin frowned because… because that wasn’t quite right. He remembered feeling lonely, sure, but he did have friends.

“I had Lindsay,” he pointed out, holding Jeremy’s gaze, before adding in a fierce tone, “I had you.”

Jeremy dropped his eyes and wrapped his arms around his waist. “I know it wasn’t-”

Ryan stepped up next to him, his hand settling on Jeremy’s shoulder, startling Jeremy into looking up. “You did your best.”

“Ryan, I…”

“No.” Ryan shook his shoulder gently. “I… I know I didn’t react favourably when I found out. I apologize for that. You were just trying your best.”

“I hurt you,” Jeremy ground out, sounding almost petulant. “I never meant to hurt you.” From under his lashes, he caught Gavin’s gaze. “Either of you.”

Gavin blew his fringe out of his face, frowning at the ground. “I’m not sure I’m ready to forgive you.”

“I understand.” Jeremy ducked his head. “For what it’s worth? I’m sorry.”

“Yeah.” Gavin swallowed, glancing back over his shoulder. The battlefield was mostly empty, the humans giving the gods in their midst their space. And how weird was that, to think of himself as non-human? “I know.”

The fire was dying down slowly, leaving the Redwood still standing. The canopy for one was illuminated by lamps again, rather than flames licking up the branches. The general din around them was dying down as well, less dragons rushing through the air. Gavin stood at the foot of the gigantic tree and felt small. Who was he, between gods and cataclysmic catastrophes?

The Solar Queen, they called him. Gavin shook his head.

“Gavin?” Ryan called for his attention, and Gavin turned his back on the tree. Ryan had his arm wrapped around Jeremy’s shoulder, pulling him into his side. Gavin couldn’t be sure it wasn’t the firelight reflecting, but Jeremy’s cheeks seemed a bit redder than usual. A smile tugged at his mouth, even as his stomach dropped. Jeremy deserved to be happy.

“Yeah?”

“What do you want to do?”

When Gavin just stared blankly back at him, he huffed and held a hand out for him.

“You said you wanted a choice,” Ryan explained softly. “So, what is it you want?”

Gavin dropped his gaze to the hand reaching for him and swallowed. It’d be easy to grab it, to let himself be drawn into this circle of the one he loved and the one who loved him. Help them work out how Gavin could ascend to divinity and live with them forever, if not happily than at least a chance at a happy ending and centuries to figure it out.

It sounded nice. Gavin bit his lip.

Was that what he wanted?

“I don’t know,” he admitted, lifting one hand to rest on his chest, right above his heart. Right above where Jeremy stabbed him, but no scar remained to tell the tale. “I… I used to know who I was. What I wanted.” He laughed, and the sound came out rough, harsh. “Now I just… I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry?” Ryan echoed, his hand faltering, then dropping entirely. He looked so sad, Gavin itched to go back and take his hand. But he couldn’t.

“I can’t come with you,” he pressed out, quick like pulling off a bandaid. “I can’t. If I do, I’ll never know…” He hesitated before meeting Ryan’s soft blue eyes. “I’ll never know if it’s me or the Solar Queen you see.”

“Gavin…”

“No.” Gavin shook his head and took a deep breath before plowing right on. “It’s not that I’m in denial, or what. It’s just… I don’t know who I am anymore, okay? And if I come with you I’ll always be the Solar Queen. But that’s not… that’s not who I am, not anymore, I don’t think.”

Gavin glanced from Ryan to Jeremy, lips pursing. “If for no other reason than this-” He gestured between himself and Jeremy. “-has changed.”

“Gavin.” Jeremy startled, gaze flickering between him and Ryan. “I don’t… I never meant to come between you two.”

“It’s not even…” Gavin trailed off, dragging his palm over his face. He felt tired. “It’s not your fault, Jeremy. Not that one.”

“I agree,” Ryan murmured, tightening his grip on Jeremy. “We’ll figure this out. But...” He mustered Gavin with sharp eyes. “You don’t want to go through with the ritual?”

Gavin shook his head. “I don’t don’t want to- I just… can’t make that choice, not yet. And I think… I think I need to figure myself out first, you know?” He huffed, half-frustrated and half-amused. “I have no idea who I am, or what I want. Before I can even think of what to do with… this-” He waved between the three of them to indicate the mess of feelings and hurt they shared. “-I need to know what this is.”

He tapped his nails against his chest, meeting first Ryan’s, then Jeremy’s eyes.

“So no, I’m not coming with you. I need to go my own way, first.”

“Alone?” Jeremy asked, visibly alarmed. Ryan looked less than pleased, too.

“You can’t come with,” Gavin pointed out, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice. “That would defeat the purpose.”

“Still, we could- we could send a guard with you. Or something.”

“No.” Gavin crossed his arms, glaring at them.

As if he knew the turn their talk had taken, the heavy beats of wings announced Michael’s return. He landed behind Gavin, blowing strands of grass and leaves every which way. Mogar settled down even as Michael hopped off, eyes scanning Gavin as if to make sure he remained uninjured. Gavin returned the favour, before letting his eyes wander back over Mogar. It was only Michael and his dragon who joined them, however.

“Where’s Lindsay?” Gavin asked curiously. Michael made a vague, wavey gesture over his shoulder.

“Playing with fire.” He seemed unconcerned though, gaze pinned on Jeremy and Ryan. “So. What’s up?”

“I’m leaving,” Gavin told him, ignoring Jeremy and Ryan’s protests. Michael stared at him for a long moment, then nodded.

“Alright. Where to?”

“I don’t know,” Gavin admitted, shrugging one shoulder. He shot Jeremy a wry smile. “I want to see the world, I guess. I only have memories of the temple.”

“I’m sorry,” Jeremy repeated warily, shoulders slumping.

Ryan narrowed his eyes and turned to Michael. “You’re going with him?” Gavin opened his mouth, but it snapped shut under Ryan’s searing glare. “You’re not going alone. It’s dangerous.”

Gavin hesitated, but… they had a point. He nodded slowly. “Alright. But just Michael.”

“And we get to check in on you every now and then,” Jeremy stipulated, finger raised. “Just so we know if anything changed.”

Gavin tilted his head and took Jeremy in. His tone was that of command, but his body language was shifting, nervous. Worried. It made Gavin smile.

“Alright,” he agreed, smile quirking into a mischievous grin as he added, “you may make things up to me-” He pointed at Jeremy, then flicked his finger in Ryan’s direction. “-or take time to get to know me. I want to be courted with all the bells and whistles, you know.”

“Done,” Ryan agreed quickly. He snapped his fingers and a velvet cushion appeared in his hand. He hesitated for a moment, then knelt before Gavin. “Will you take this as a sign of our agreement?”

Gavin reached out and traced the emerald set in a golden ring. “You can track this, can’t you?”

“Yes,” Ryan admitted. Jeremy peered over his shoulder and sucked in a startled breath.

“You should take it,” he said, his voice hushed. A glance up at Gavin revealed the rapid calculations whirring through his eyes. “It’s got a strong reservoir of sun magic. It might help you regain more of your powers. Or at least assure you don’t lose them.”

“It’s protective magic, innit?” Gavin murmured, his vision tunneling on the ring. Something about it… it seemed familiar. His eyes flickered up to meet Ryan’s. “I... gave this to you?”

It started out more of a statement, but ended on a question as Gavin second-guessed the niggling feeling in the back of his mind. But Ryan’s blue eyes lit up and he looked much younger, much lighter like that. Gavin’s breathing hitched.

Beautiful.

“Yes.”

Gavin picked the ring up carefully, turning it in his fingers. The metal felt warm on his skin, familiar. Reassuring. He slipped it onto a finger.

“Alright.” He looked up at Jeremy and Ryan, taking them in. “This isn't a goodbye.”

Jeremy nodded. “We'll see you soon.”

***

“Where to?” asked the loyal Knight.

“The sky,” answered the Sun with all Her brilliant benevolence.

And the Knight and His dragon carried the Sun across the sky for the first time in almost a century. Where they travelled, Her light shone on Her people, and they flocked to the streets, laughing and shouting, dancing with strangers for they knew the time for change had come.

For a hundred years, darkness eclipsed the lands.

But on the hundredth day of the hundredth year, the Sun returned.

***

When the past won't fade away Nothing left to win I have all my soul to give I will not give in

- Unbroken by Beyond the Black

[monarchisms]

Points at the Twilight Forest mod after the Aether stuff

so pretty~

[sorcererinthestars]

A very happy belated birthday to my darling @shadeofazmeinya. My apologies for not being around much this weekend, but to make up for it, here is a birthday ficlet! I hope you enjoy!

unedited, so sorry if it makes no sense!

Loosely inspired by this beauty by the one and only @fahchaus

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A wedding was not seen often in the lands of the Gods. Particularly a union between so powerful gods as the Solar Queen and the Wild One. The humans below had even felt a Stirring - something was happening as the sun and the shadows seemed to shift on themselves. It was a feeling of mystery, similar to the one that gripped hearts in the center of an unknowing wood. Not bad. Just ... unsettling. Like a higher power was now changing and the way the world works would be forever changed. For the Pantheon, well, they were just thrilled that such a happy union was able to be created right under their noses. They turned their small world into a utopia, a beautiful place for a wedding. Their Tree - the giant Tree, the One Tree - was decked out in floating lights. Flowers and garlands were strewn everywhere. Michael watched the whole affair from the throne in the sky. He wasn’t hiding, per se. Not really. Hiding meant he didn’t want to see the others and that wasn’t true at all. He wanted to see them. Especially Gavin. But he felt kind of ill. Binding a human union was broken by death. A godly union couldn’t be broken by anything at all. They could throw away the rings, sure, but they’d still be Bound by blood and magic. It was a strong Oath. Jack - it was always Jack - landed next to him after about an hour of sulking. His feet hung off the edge of the platform and he gave Michael a bit of a smile, flowers braided into his beard for the festivities. “Nervous?” “No!” Michael snaps. He shifts, hoping not to muss his ceremonial clothing. His pink armor was gone for now, but his pink sword stayed. Instead, he was shirtless, his clothing simple but somehow made magnificent by the swirls of magic glyphs painted on his skin like war paint. Binding Runes, given to him by the Creator - Ryan.  “Yes,” Jack just chuckled. “It’s okay to be nervous, Michael. I haven’t said I’ve ever wed before, but the humans pray to me sometimes when they do it, and it seems like they all have marvelous times.” “They’re humans...,” Michael murmurs. “It’s different.” “Maybe,” Jack shrugs, squeezing his leg a bit in solidarity. “But the Solar Queen has always been there for you. You love him. This is just binding the Wild Places with the Sun. It’s helping the world Below. And it’s helping you. I don’t think its something to be frightened of.” Michael frowns and looks below, catching sight of a small retinue by the machines. The flash of light too powerful to be anything that wasn’t his Lover. His Gavin. He frowns but can’t help the flash of longing in his throat. Jack chuckles. “Look at you. Pining when he’s just down below. You’re smitten. Just give it a few more hours and you’ll be together. I promise.”

*** Jeremy had to wear special glasses to get Gavin ready for his big day. The man was positively glowing in excitement. No nerves here, just enthusiasm. He was the one who proposed, after all, and the Sun never really dimmed on his love. He was a man who had dark moods, dreadful moods, but not today.  Shimmering, he seemed to wear cloth spun from the very rays of sunlight he controlled. White and shining, they draped over his body, gold bands around both arms. A halo of sunlight wrapped around his head. Jeremy finished the last of the draping and stepped back to admire his work. “Hell,” he huffs. “I’d hate to get blood on this.” Gavin shot him a look. “I’ll incinerate you, you knob.” Snorting, Jeremy shook his head. “I’m clean, I promise. And hey, this marriage thing doesn’t mean you can get out of helping me with the blood .. you know that, right?” The other chuckled and his grin was positively menacing. “No, of course it won’t,” he purrs. “I want to see what happens when we finally active the minging thing anyways.” “You two seem to be almost done,” a third voice pitched in. It was warm and dark and the man who carried it seemed to have an aura of night around him, sparking like the spots of stars reflected in the warm pools of shadows that condensed in every footstep.  They didn’t often show off like this. But this was a special occasion and they all felt the need to act their best. The Dark God brushed his fingers over his Solar Queen’s face, just gently. “Seems like you finally found the perfect fit for your energy,” he smiles. “I’m happy for you.” Gavin seemed to shine a bit brighter and he laughs. “I’m not dying, you mong, I’m just moving into Michael’s cabin. Works on as usual tomorrow.” Ryan smiles back, chuckling too. “I suppose, but I won’t be surprised to see your mantles both change a bit because this. The Solar Queen and the God of the Wild Ones may be forever changed.” Gavin frowns a bit, his heart skipping a beat, but he swallows back the fear. “We’re ready for this.” Ryan bowed his head a bit. “I’m sure you are.” ** The wedding was a small affair, in the end. They didn’t have any other followers except them on the island anyways. They even dressed Geoff up and got him to leave his chickens for the party. The man had hugged both Gavin and Michael and gave them his best. He said he’d name chickens after them... which was a big step, seeing who had killed the most of his beloveds. When Gavin came through the gates and into the farm where they all waited by the tree, Michael thought his heart was going to stop in joy. The Creator, Ryan, officiated the ceremony. It was soft and sweet, but the binding magic felt firm around them both. When they kissed, the small crowd erupted in joy. Michael almost couldn’t let go, his head dizzy from the warmth and power of his lovely boy. The rings seemed to echo that power... they were One now, for better or for worse. The sky seemed brighter to Michael, but maybe that was just excitement. But he could have sworn he saw a tree extend a few leaves Gavin’s way... a True sign of the Lord of the Wilds. ** It was quiet when they finally got back to their small cabin after the ceremonies were complete. They closed the doors and were finally alone together, staring at each other across the pool of light from their small torches. Gavin was still glowing slightly, but looked tired. It didn’t dampen the smile across his face. Michael stepped forward, putting his sword to the side. “Hello,” he purrs, pulling Gavin closer to him a bit. His boy laughed. “Hi.” They kissed then, soft but demanding, passionate in the way that the kiss at the wedding could not be. Michael twisted his hands in the fabric and yanked him close, pulling his Solar Queen against his body as Gavin’s arms wrapped around his waist. They kissed as if the other was air, was life, was warmth.  When they pulled apart, foreheads pressed together, Michael laughed and Gavin did too, until they were both cackling, unable to understand the magic that now tied them together. Michael looked down at his ring, shaking his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe we went through with it,” he whispers. “Second thoughts?” Gavin asks, a bit of anxiety in his tone. “Jack was saying...” “Jack needs to learn to keep a fucking secret,” Michael retorts, pulling him in for another soft kiss. “I’m not having second thoughts. Anything but. I’m just... it’s a lot.” “It is,” Gavin said, kissing at his neck while Michael spoke, before pulling back a bit. “But for now, it’s our wedding night, and I want to see how many of those war paint sigils I can break before morning.” Michael’s smile is bright. “Come on, then, you.” The sun may be setting down on their little island, but the start of a new life was just beginning. Down a bit on their Island, the other Gods smiled, knowing that they had started a new life, a new generation of happiness in their world. And down below, humans celebrated without knowing why, without fully grasping the triumph of the heavens. For now the Wilds, once dark and full of terror, were tamed by the Solar Queen. And the brightness of the sun now brought new life where there wasn’t one before. All hail the Union and let it burn bright.

[ah-technical-difficulties]

It been several years since the incident. All of Geoff's chickens have been successfully turned back to their human selves. It only took most of the groups supplies and a lot of silent treatments to get everyone back to their old dynamic but here we are, reaching year three since they've been turned back to normal and everyone is distracted laughing at Geoff throwing chicken eggs again.

Lindsay is just happy they're distracted. She patiently waited for the chicken fiasco to run its course and now she was ready to put her own plan into action. Even after seeing how it strained the relationship between Geoff and the others she knew forgiveness would be a long ways a way but she couldn't not do what she was about to do.

"You guys are just purrrrfect you know that?"

Before anyone could answer a cloud of what smelled like tainted catnip filled the air. One by one the Lads and Gents became dizzy and passed out leaving a gas masked Lindsay alone letting out her best maniacal laugh.

Hours passed before anyone awoke. The first to be Michael, with a stretch and a growl.

'Growl? Did I just growl?'

"Oh you're awake! Based on how your fur looks I'll assume you're Michael."

'Goddammint Lindsay, you didn't'

No words left the Lad only a single angry meow.

One by one all the men of Achievement Hunter awoke, realizing they were once again an animal, all except Geoff being a first timer and all.

All cats were account for. All except one, no surprise.

After hours of searching Lindsay became very aware that Ryan wasn't hiding. He was hunting.

Several breeds of cats hissing alerted the wildcard Achievement Hunter to the sight of-

"SERIOUSLY RYAN!? A HYENA?!"

[shoggoth-the-bitch]

So while watching the latest Sky Factory I couldn’t stop thinking about the idea that Jeremy is in Geoff’s body because he did a ritual and possessed him but now he doesn’t know how to change back.

Thoughts?

[cherrymangos]

Someone liked one of my old Sky Factory doodles, so I was tempted into drawing Solar Queen Gav in my newer style. owo

Please do not use my art without my permission! Ask first!