#genvil

[lilchickie]

Valentine's day

Our fate [School Au!]

{1,2,3,4}

A comic I'm making :3

Credits to @pepperyfield for creating the Fathryon siblings and helping me out making the second and third gen of my fanfic "our fate"

[igustav7272]

Australian Wattle Brooch ♕ Official Gift - State Property, Currently worn by Queen Elizabeth II 

Source: europesroyalsjewels and genville on Tumblr.

Image has been flipped for artistic and display purposes.

[dingbatland]

There have been quite a few attempts to dismiss the Genville Tower fire in London as an accident as opposed to the result of the lack of enforcement of safety regulations in lower-income housing. If you happened across this trashfire of a piece in Bloomberg and your blood was boiling as mine was, the above piece is a nice little smackdown of such nonsense. Enjoy.

[lilchickie]

(Zendyl x Genvil) one of the first family meals

Short fic, no warnings just fluff

@pepperyfield

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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.

[lilchickie]

Because.

@pepperyfield

[lilchickie]

To love a killer

(chapter 1/?)

Warning ⚠️

Work as Stripper/ violence/ criminal gangs

Gun shots, smoke and a horrible smell of dried blood.

The Fathryon siblings had entered the wolf's den, the Riverwood factory.

An abandoned factory no longer, for it was now plagued of murderers, burglars, the scum of Skyrim City.

And what would a stripper and a gigolo would want from a place like this? Only Genvil would know.

Daela woke up feeling awfully dirty with an annoying head ache from the last night's events, the naked Khajiit man on her bed spoke volumes, he was the breathing evidence of what Daela and her brother had become... What this retched city did to most lost souls who only were noticed by those wealthy enough to pay for some tits and asses. But she grew from it all, the blood, sex and money were always behind all her troubles.

When Genvil showed up that morning presenting a horrible looking stab wound that went from his lower waist up to his ribs decorating the left side of his body like a bloody canvas, he kicked out the sleeping feline ex-client and explained the story of the dreadful wound as his younger sister almost choking on the smell of blood quickly healed up his wound the best she could, or better said... The best they could afford since their money didn't reach to care for the poorly apartament they managed to rent, they couldn't afford to pay for much else.

Genvil explained that after a lap dance to one dangerous looking orc, said client demanded more, and for Genvil that was jackpot since the orc brought tons of cash with him, enough cash for Genvil to go back home with a bright smile despite their horrible life conditions. And he did get paid handsomely, yet when the orc witnessed his favourite gigolo greeting other clients he waited for the Dunmer to leave the building and drag him to another alley to beat the soul out of him, perhaps he took pity... He could have beaten him to death, crush his delicate head against the stone floor until he turned into a bloody glob, lucky for Genvil the orc just stabbed him and took all of Genvil's money leaving the young Dunmer bleeding on the dirty alley begging for the policemen that approached to notice the kid and help him up, but you can't count on dirty pigs that basically got paid to NOT care about what happened inside that zone.

Genvil had to walk home bleeding to death hoping that his sister was awake and ready to what she was about to witness.

And Daela couldn't handle it... After hearing his story she broke down.

D- "What had we done, brother... We should had left this city long ago... We should had..."

G- "We should had, if only... Sister we must think about the present and the future, we can't let this city step on us like this..."

D-  "So what in Azura are you planning to do? You must recover from this, you CAN'T dance or do anything else with a wound of this size and depth so fresh, but i can work extra hours! We'll get going i promise-''

Her older brother gave her a frown followed by an eye roll.

G- "Thanks sister, but i'm not just going to wait until my wound stops being a problem. I won't rest until that bastard man-boar is on the floor dying. Or at least gives me all my money back."

D- "WHAT!? ARE YOU MAD? You want to fight that orc!? Do you have a deathwish!?"

G-" Of course not! How do you expect me to fight when i can't even bloody stand up woman!? We'll call the Sero brothers."

D- "...You want to purchase two mercenaries to deal with that man when we can't even barely pay for the apartament?"

Daela got extremely upset when Genvil used their saved money to do so...

That money was their freedom in a bottle, the money the two young elves would use to get the hell out of that retched city... And obviously her brother had to use some of it to purchase an ass whooping. She was so dissapointed...

And her dissapointed followed when both of them went to the Riverwood factory.

The intimidating looking men there forced Daela to wait inside the factory in the "waiting room" wich was just an huge old bathroom with four badly putted chairs, while her brother walked upstairs to talk directly to the Sero brothers. She insisted on going with his brother, she may be small and weak next to those thugs but that doesn't mean she was simply going to do as they liked until Genvil persuaded her to listen to their instructions since they stated that the two brothers had no respect for "cunts with balls so big a simple instruction stuck on their ego" and the last thing they wanted was for the brothers to dismiss them before they could even ask for their services. So Daela bit her lower lip feeling irritated and worried for her dear big brother.

Genvil knocked on the door, after staring at the half opaque glass the silhouette of a man with pointy ears catched his eye and forced him to react when the silhouette directed it's head to the door, they knew he was there, Genvil already felt small... Gods he hated that feeling as much as his sister, but he was a gigolo... He had to live with the feeling no matter what.

The door hanged open, the brothers stared and Genvil forced himself to not choke on a breath. He expected nords, when he arrived at the door and saw the silhouette then he expected elves, but right in front of him a man sat cozy on a chair with both of his croshed legs on top of a disorganized table, his pale skin and a claw like red tattoo on the right side of his face screamed nord, but his features and his raven dark hair screamed Dunmer, but what about the other man? He was fully dunmer, big lips red eyes that pierced Genvil's very soul and hair slightly shaved from the sides, they both shared scars and were armed to the teeth with swords no less, what a view.

Swords? I thought those were stories... I don't see any fire weapon anywhere...

?- "Sorry darlin'... We hadn't called for any gigolo so early, though you should ask my friends down there but be sure to not piss 'em off."

The nord like man spoke with a smirk on his face, his eyes darted to his dunmer brother when said brother grunted. The Dunmer moved his hands quickly gesturing strangely, Genvil was quick to realize that man was obviously deaf.

?- "Right, pardon me then! Yer a client right? Where are my manners, pick a place ta' sit! Let that not be any of our laps-"

The younger looking brother threw a glare at his eldest brother and the nord was quick to end the joke.

?- "SOOOORRY had a crazy day t'day don't wanna scare ya away so soon, what brings ya here?"

Genvil didn't take that personally he was much more concerned to the rumours he heard before about the Sero brothers, he heard they both were beasts born from violence, the eldest was a sweet talker, a charmer, and his hunger for money and power often drove him to accept the bloodiest of deals, deals no normal person could explain without feeling the urge to vomit or faint just thinking about the image of their later results, his silver eyes had witnessed the unthinkable. But what about the younger brother? What did Genvil heard about him? Like his elder brother, nothing pretty... He was known for his temper tantrums, if pushed the wrong way the younger Sero would erupt into a bloody full-blown violent confrontation, many who knew of Zendyl's face or doubted his presence would cross the street away from him and avoid eye contact, what he didn't hear of him though, was that this man was deaf.

Genvil sat on a nearby chair close to the door, he swallowed his fear of ending up worse than the orc had left him and shone a fake smile he had adopted once he accepted the job as gigolo a sweet charming voice leaving his throat like it wasn't his own.

G- "Mister Sero, sir. I had written everything in this note~ The person, his usual spot on the club and the money (if you don't mind) will be given right next to the... Murder~ Thank you so much for your services, sir~"

Genvil sang that sentence "Thank you so much for your services" in a sensual way as the nord like man read the letter with a half smile, Genvil's eyes catched the other dunmer's, their rubi gazes met each other, Genvil pushed his brown locks behind his ears and thought twice after throwing the other man a seductive smile, so he simply went back at looking at the elder one, the black haired dunmer walked to his brothers side gazing the note with an irritated expression, his hand tracing one of his not one but two swords bases a delicate touch, like a father would nuzzle his daughter's cheek. Genvil shivered.

Nord man- "hm?"

The Dunmer signed aggressively, a grunt leaving his dry throat his elegant hands shock the air quickly a child like pout decorating his handsome face.

The nord licked his lips looking at Gen. Genvil gulped.

Nord man- "you forgot a reason."

G- "p-pardon...?"

Nord man- "A reason! Ye know we both like to hear why in oblivion we gotta chop a guys balls. We respect our clients privacy, but we must insist... A gigolo asking for a man's murder... That must have a succulent story behind~."

They both stared at him like two hungry wolves gazing at their next dinner. But lucky for Gen, he wasn't going to be their dinner.

The brunette explained the situation carefully, his fake charming voice left when he started telling the story leaving his usual serious tone and expression. Still he measured his words and showed the brothers the ugly still pink wound from his waist, he noted how the deaf dunmer stare got much intense when he showed them his broken skin, how the nord's indifferent face turned into another smirk as he turned to his brother and signed something back to him forcing the elf to depart his dangerous eyes from their clients naked torso. They both shared a chuckle and Genvil felt frustrated when he couldn't understand anything they shared.

Nord man- "Well then~ those kind of cunts we love to break~ No worries, we'll deal with him t'night."

Genvil- "T-tonight?"

Genvil was surprised! Some of the nerve aries of this zone took a week maximum time to deal with their victims, he was relieved.

The nord stood up next to his brother, he was... Enormous.

Nord man- "We'll be there as soon as we see him appear and you won't have to worry about him anymore, THAT... We promise~"

They both shook hands.

But Genvil flinched away quickly when the nord man stood up quickly, he picked a gun that was carefully his behind his pants, Gen covered quickly moved from the chair until he saw the nord man shooting one, two, three... Six times the small tv that decorated the corner of their office. The deaf dunmer didn't flinch.

G- "W-what the-...."

Nord man- "I would go downstairs with us if i were you. Things are about to get messy."

The deaf dunmer took both of his swords and gripped the handle much more aggressively than before, Genvil was confused... But he followed behind the brothers.

Just when they got out the office he saw all the men from before on the waiting room Dae was, and Genvil's protective nature over his sister dragged him to the crowd. With a jump he tried to run ahead from the brothers, but the deaf elf, without even looking at him, held him firmly by the arm. He signed a clear "stay calm" the brunette understood, yet he didn't listen until the other nord brother grabbed him by the other arm, both of them walking downstairs with Gen basically trapped between them.

Nord man- "Yo! Whatcha' gazing down there! We feel curious too~"

?- "BOSS! THIS BITCH JUST BIT ME!"

D- "LET GO OF ME! LET ME GO! GEN!!"

Genvil sensed it. He felt the elder brother's muscles tense up when he heard Daela's grunts behind all of the brutes that now had their eyes on them three.

G- "i will take my sister and leave. We won't cause any more trouble, please let me handle this situation..."

Deaf elf- "c-c... Eight o'clock..."

Nord man- "we'll meet tomorrow at eight o'clock"

And the Fathryon siblings left the factory, though Daela left much angrier than she arrived, but at least they got the Sero brothers hired.

@pepperyfield

[thedyingmoon]

Aww, Genvil is actually a very soft teen🥺🥺🥺❤❤❤

He and Zendyl actually complement each other. Now, I can see why these two have chemistry. Good job!😌😌😌👌👍👍

(Zendyl x Genvil) one of the first family meals

Short fic, no warnings just fluff

@pepperyfield

~~~~~~~

"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 usual. 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 to 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.

"Do 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.