#faldrus sero

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~Faela Nightclub AU!~

I'm a sucker for these two...

Daela Fathryon belongs to my sister in crime @pepperyfield ! And well you know we kind of shipped out babies~

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~Solstheim's Raven~

Flying against the storm

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~The Choice (Zaynabi's trauma)~

So here are Tobe and Faldrus' corpses... Zaynabi found a way to resurrect one of them... Only one.

And that's how Faldrus got his chest scar and soul gem :(

Teldryn insisted on incinerating Tobe alone... by himself. Imagine how he must had felt watching his dead son leave life so young...

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"I'm so sorry.

As you grew up your mother and i did all we could to teach you and your brothers how to live your lives, not to survive. But how could a father know that in a few years his daughter would have to make such decision?

You had no choice, believe me. You did much more than we thought it was possible...

So, again I'm sorry, Zaynabi for not teaching you the most important lesson of life. Saying goodbye.

I'm just devastated it had to be your brother... Please be strong, mousy.

-Dad"

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[Sero falily voices!]

So yeah, this is how i imagine their voices!

And yeah Teldryn's too xd

Fuck Bron can hit me whenever he wants

Zendyl having daddy voice uwu

Fuck i love Gwen's laugh, Dahlia's laugh was as loud and crazy i had to put it there

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~Sero litter~

Because the first time i drew them as kids they looked fucking ugly lmao

So here are the babies~

Throwback to Teldryn proudly bragging that his wife has been pregnant for four years lmao

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~nap kiss 💋~

He looks so much like Teldryn here ;///;

Faldrus curling on @pepperyfield 's Daela

I love this ship so much ;-;

Sleepy raven~

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~Solstheim's Raven~

Teldryn and Dahlia's first son! Faldrus, Solstheim's Raven or the Undying Raven.

Hell i wanted to draw him so bad...Here's my boy after getting killed and resurrected by his emo baby brother Zendyl XD

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Faldrus: hey baby, you like bad boys don't ya~?

Daela: i guess?

Faldrus: Well yer in luck cuz i'm pretty bad at everything~

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~Sero litter~

Because the first time i drew them as kids they looked fucking ugly lmao

So here are the babies~

Throwback to Teldryn proudly bragging that his wife has been pregnant for four years lmao

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[DTIYS]

~Julius The Broken~

Y'all said a new oc for my DTIYS, here he is!!!

Julius Sero Fathryon!!

Son of Faldrus Sero, the Raven of Solstheim and Daela Fathryon, the witch of Winterhold. Grandson of Teldryn Sero, the nerevarine and Dahlia Storm Fist, the dragonborn.

And future Sheogarath, inherting his powers from his uncle Zendyl Sero, the Ghost of Dawnstar.

My boy is all poems, tattoo, smartness and chill, he may not be the most skilled in combat... But when it comes to search for power he is cold and calculated.

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(Zendyl x Genvil) one of the first family meals

Short fic, no warnings just fluff

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"HAHAHAHHAHAHAH!!!!"

"AND THEN- AND THEN SHE TURNED BACK AND SHE ASKED "oi wasn't my purse here?" AND I SAID "Oh i dunno! Maybe you SAT on it!!!"

This was the fourth stupidest pun Zendyl had ever lip-read from Tobe.

Sometimes he was glad he was deaf. He couldn't remember how Efyro's laugh sounded like but he does remember it echoed in all the house, just like his mother's. The twins inherted her annoying and horrible humor.

"Fools..." He thought.

All the Seros except their grandfather were eating and laughing together on the table in company of the Fathryons.

The food was alright, he could never say no to Zenya's chicken stews... In fact, it was pretty much the only thing keeping him from leaving his loud and annoying company. He was a solitary teen, what would he say? No one a part from his family could talk to him using sign language, that's pretty much why his mother gave him a Notebook, so people could talk with her deaf child easier... But whenever Zendyl wrote politely if they could repeat what they were saying slower or write it down, people just shrugged it off with an "it wasn't important anyways" written on his lips, Zendyl didn't need to read their lips anymore when they denied the notebook, he memorized that damned sentence.

He hated people so much...

A hand touched his shoulder, he turned to his side with his natural glare. "Do you want something else? You didn't eat much a part from your stew..." His sister gestured with a concerned expression.

"Not hungry." He replied.

He never showed it, but Zendyl adored his sister Zaynabi, he felt like she was... The only one who really understood him.

She just replied him with a pout and hitted the back of his head "if you don't finish your stew i'll shove it down your throat, got it punk??"

Ah there it is... Zaynabi being Zaynabi...

"ZAYNABI! Leave your brother alone, let him eat whatever he wants damnit!" Teldryn called her out from the other side of the table, she glared at him and went back at talking with the youngest Fathryon sibling, her friend and probably only girl friend Daela.

The rest of the afternoon went pretty normal, nothing unusual. The twins would piss their father off while telling horrible jokes, their mother would laugh at every single one of them while talking with Talvas and his wife, Zaynabi would curse at their eldest brother Faldrus while he threw some seductive stares and flirts to Daela and... What about Daela's brother? Genvil, was his name?

Zendyl looked at said dunmer teenager from his sit, he stirred his body straightening his back looking away... Was he looking at Zendyl all this time?

What is with this kid...? And why isn't him fooling around with my brother?

Zendyl looked at Faldrus who was sitting right next to the Fathryon kid, they didn't even glance at eachother, no wonder... Genvil was calm and serious, he only talked when he saw fitting and Faldrus was this big, annoying and talkative teen... Even Zen thought he was talkative, how he didn't break any finger while talking that fast and much with his messy sign language to him the little times they spent alone was a mistery for the young elf.

He decided he was paying too much attention to Genvil and simply opted to finish his stew before Zaynabi got mad and left the table with his empty plate, their housecarl Rayya quickly stood up and picked it for him signing a fast "I'll handle this" to him. He shrugged and left to open the main door leaving both families inside. He could feel his parents' worried looks from behind, his father knew how important his son's alone time was for him, but his mother didn't... She felt so impotent.

The wind blew in such a pleasant way moving Zendyl's dark locks gracing his forehead, he scratched the scar from the side of his chin while he turned a page from one of his favorite books.

He dropped a tired sigh when he felt the grass from his side changing, someone was approaching him, and he knew well who that was, he was deaf, not stupid. And just when he was about to turn, a white piece of paper dropped to his book.

[Hey. We haven't been properly introduced yet.]

Zendyl looked up at Genvil, his brown thin hair danced in the wind nuzzling his shoulders. Zendyl reached for his notebook on his pocket not looking away from the other teen, but Genvil's hand stopped him when he rose it. He looked nervous, and that somehow pissed Zendyl who was getting impatient.

And then letter by letter he signed "My name is Genvil"

It was such a stupid and simple sentence but Zendyl found himself speechless, his eyes opened as much as they could.

"You know sign language!?" He gestured, the shock never leaving his face. Genvil's serious face changed to a small smile.

"A little."

Did he learn...so he could speak to me...? Why? What does he gain from it? Should i... Should we... Is this how friends are made...?

After a short while, Genvil and Zendyl were talking, chatting with eachother casually, hidding their excitement with their tough and stoic expressions, but really... They both felt the same actually. They felt flattered, they had so much in common Zendyl regreted not talking with him sooner, what was one or two pages written turned into half of the notebook full of conversations and some doodles of places and animals Genvil had seen and some other doodles about creatures and daedric weapons Zendyl had the "pleasure" to admire from the distance when her mother brought them from missions or cleaned them while telling him and his siblings stories about her adventures.

And as Genvil looked at his signs and written words interested about said stories, Zendyl looked at his gestures and lips when he spoke about his parents' stories about Morrowind and the great Telvanni wizards.

Time went by and Genvil had to head home with his family, Zendyl waved at him still sitting.

He will wait eagerly to their next visit this time.