#peril kinnie

[socte-blue]

Make Assumptions about me based on my top kins

Peril (WOF)

Hunter Noceda (TOH)

Ashley Campbell (SF)

[ds-sparrow-manufacturing-co]

something kind of iconic about getting a notification that one of my gravity falls billford posts got a like from someone with the same name as my abuser

like wow don’t like that but it’s objectively hilarious

[wof-reworked]

explaining to non wof people my perunny agenda. we got another one boys

[simplygojo]

The Devil He Made Me - Masterlist

ꨄ︎ author's note: I've decided to make a masterlist for the series I am writing called "The Devil He Made Me" which is actually inspired by the song Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin, well at least one chapter (one of the final chapters) is based off this song.

ꨄ︎ series status: ongoing - updated 1-2x per week

ꨄ︎ series warnings: 18+ content, violence, eventual smut, angst, alcohol use (once), mentions of d*ath,

ꨄ︎ pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!reader (24 y/o)

ꨄ︎ wattpad link

SERIES SUMMARY:

After being discovered by Satoru Gojo and his first-year students in a dangerous situation-and with only fragmented memories of her past-y/n is taken under Gojo's watchful supervision at Jujutsu High. As she adjusts to her new life, an unspoken bond between her and Gojo grows, intensifying as they work together to unravel the mystery of her past and how she ended up in such peril. But as they dig deeper, a darker truth within her cursed energy is revealed, drawing unwanted attention from dangerous forces. Has this sinister power always been inside her, or is it something new? With time running out, y/n must uncover the truth-before it's too late.

CHAPTERS:

Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5; Chapter 6; Chapter 7; Chapter 8; Chapter 9; Chapter 10;

all chapters should be available under #tdhmm

BONUS BLURBS:

Gojo’s POV: Moment on the Bench - Ch 6. Extension Chapter 8 Teaser..

SERIES TAGLIST:

@mawhoreagaa; @peqch-pie; @blue-serendipity; @simplyyyuji; @starrnai; @sorcerersseestars; @n1vi; @angryglitterperfection; @krak-jj; @coweringbear; @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni; @cococola-cocaine; @sdv98o; @theendx888; @dvmb4ssbiatch; @sugxryratz; @kinny-away; @crankyarchives; @enfppuff; If you’d like to be added to the series tag list, leave a comment below:)

[selineram3421]

Hissy Kitty😾

Chapter List

Let's see. A one, a two, a three...

Prologue

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5: Not yet made/in the process.

+?

🃏 Updated everytime there is a new part. 🃏

Taglist@

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[akairawrites]

Cats Out The Bag | Damian Wayne Imagine

Curiosity Killed The Cat part 2

Taglist

@ella-fella-bo-bella @ayoitsurfavdesigurl @luvvvjada @harleycao @aiq39 @lumineliax @420sprite @stvrfir3 @instabull @rukia-uchiha-98 @1lellykins @lilupie @deliciousfatblackcat @skyesayshi @imarimone12 @mysticalhills @4arancia @bat-h-tic @luvelyxp @urmomsbananabread @elebeleb @strawberrycreamb @princessofhope0 @itisjustagirl @dollceesstuff @just-reading-dany @Ginger24880 @godknows-shetried @that-levi-kenma-kinnie @kierancaz @Crystals-faith @cascadingbliss

You could feel the cool night breeze against your cheeks as you gracefully leaped through the air. It was a tranquil night in Gotham, the perfect backdrop for criminal activities.

Upon descending from the side of the building, you headed toward the front entrance. Naturally, the door was locked. You reached for a bobby pin from your hair and crouched down to examine the lock. Inserting the pin, you heard a satisfying click as the door unlocked. A self-satisfied smile crossed your face as you returned the bobby pin to its place. Inside, you inhaled deeply and exhaled, a smirk forming as you dropped your duffel bag. Rifling through it, you retrieved a homemade C-4 like device. With practiced ease, you entered a password on the screen and affixed it to the wall near the safety deposit boxes. After a few seconds, the device beeped, and the boxes popped open with a hiss. Your first-time trial was a success, and you couldn't help but smile.

Swiftly, you went through almost every box, finding mostly deeds and divorce papers. Fortunately, you stumbled upon some jewelry, and someone even carelessly stashed a wad of cash inside, which you promptly pocketed.

Once your bag was stuffed, you exited the building unnoticed. Scaling the side of the building, you reached the rooftop to survey your surroundings, ensuring no heroic intervention was imminent. As you counted the money you had collected, a pair of feet landed behind you. You sighed in annoyance and slowly turned around, still clutching the cash.

To your surprise, it was Robin.

A few years back, after robbing a jewelry store, Selina had persuaded you to take a break from a life of crime, deeming it too perilous and unpredictable. Only recently had she allowed you to return to your illicit activities. You took a moment to observe him, noticing his increased muscularity and shorter hair. With his mask on, he would be unrecognizable anyway. "You got taller," were your initial words.

Little did you know that Damian was scrutinizing you as well. The last time he'd seen you, he was just 14 years old. Normally, he wouldn't care much about his adversaries, let alone think about them as much as he did about you. Even though you had bested him the first and only time you'd crossed paths, he couldn't help but think about you.

"And you got curvier," Damian blurted out, unable to prevent the words from escaping his mouth. He mentally scolded himself for succumbing to his intrusive thoughts.

You gave him a quizzical look, unsure if he was attempting to flirt with you. He didn't strike you as the flirting type. Shaking your head, you slapped the cash against your palm and rocked on your heels. Slipping the money into your bag, you slung it over your shoulder. "Well, it was nice seeing you again, but I gotta go." You turned to walk in the opposite direction, but a force struck you from behind, sending you tumbling to the ground, landing on your stomach with your chin scraping against the pavement. You groaned and rolled over, just as Damian unsheathed his sword in a graceful forward roll.

"Didn't your mother teach you not to hit a girl?" you taunted.

"No, she threw me into the League of Assassins, where I was trained to be a cold-blooded killer," Damian replied.

Damn.

Damian rushed toward you, his sword slicing through the air. Swiftly, you rolled out of the way, but he managed to slice open your bag instead. You stood up as he charged at you again, the absence of your bag making the fight a fairer match. You assumed it would be easier to defeat him this time, just as you had when you first faced off.

As you prepared to throw a punch, Damian seized your wrist and struck your elbow, simultaneously sweeping your leg from under you. You crashed to the ground, landing hard on your back and knocking the wind out of you. He threw away his sword and grabbed you by the collar of your suit, cocking his fist back and delivering a punch to your face. The ringing in your ears intensified as the blows continued.

Foolishly underestimating Damian, you realized he was much stronger than he had been four years ago. He was giving his all, determined not to stop until you were defeated. Gathering enough energy, you managed to kick him off you. As you wiped your nose, feeling the blood trickling from your lips, you stood up, reminding yourself that you were not your mother.

You landed a few punches, but Damian's strength remained a significant advantage. He kicked you in the stomach, causing you to tumble toward the edge of the building. He slowly approached you, grabbing you by the hair to lift your head off the ground. He surveyed your bloodied and battered face, sighing as if regretting what he was about to do. With nothing left in you to fight back, you braced yourself as he delivered a final blow that sent you over the side of the building, hurtling towards the ground.

⋆

You clutched your book tightly to your chest as you navigated the bustling hallway. Skillfully, you maneuvered past the people blocking your path, making your way to your locker. After shoving your books inside, you retrieved the ones needed for your next class. However, you couldn't shake the feeling that someone's intense gaze was fixed on the side of your head. You glanced to your left and found yourself locking eyes with a pair of piercing green ones. Damian stood only a few feet away, next to his own locker. You let out a resigned sigh, anticipating that he might deliver another one of his lectures.

A few weeks ago, Damian had been assigned as your tutor for the rest of the year, given your struggle to keep up with your classes due to frequent absences. Neither of you had welcomed this arrangement, but your slipping grades left you with no choice but to accept help, even if it meant being tutored by the most arrogant person you'd ever encountered.

As Damian approached, you couldn't help but speak up, "What do you want, Damian?"

"I want you to meet me at my dorm once classes are over," he stated, his tone more commanding than inquisitive. You arched an eyebrow and closed your locker. "For what? We don't have anything scheduled for today."

He merely sighed. "I just need to have a word with you," he said and walked past you without further explanation. Your eyes tracked his retreating figure as he disappeared down the hall. You couldn't help but mutter, "Who does he think he is?"

After the school day ended, you complied with his request and made your way to Damian's dorm. You knocked and waited for a few moments, unsure of the reason behind this unusual request. Damian seldom engaged with you outside of tutoring, making it clear that he wanted nothing to do with you ever since you'd punched him in the face.

Once Damian finally came to the door, he said nothing when he saw it was you. He just stepped out of the way, allowing you to enter. You walked into the small dorm room, which was plain but tidy. The walls lacked decorations, reminiscent of how your dorm looked when you first moved in. Damian's tie and blazer lay discarded on his neatly made bed, leaving him in his half-buttoned dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves.

“So, what did you want to talk to me about?” you asked, taking a seat on the edge of his bed, being careful not to disrupt the bedding.

Last week, when Damian came to your dorm to study, his eyes caught sight of something on your nightstand—an emerald green necklace that almost perfectly matched the color of his eyes. It had looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place it. A few days ago, it finally clicked in his head where he had seen it before. Too much evidence pointed to you being someone he desperately did not want you to be. He would never admit it, but you were growing on him, and he secretly enjoyed your company. To confirm his suspicions, he needed one more piece of evidence.

"Let me see your hand," Damian abruptly requested.

"What?"

"Your hand, let me see it." Without waiting for your response, he took hold of your hand and examined your palm. He noticed a scar running diagonally across it, he remembered when you came to school with it bandaged up. You had told people it resulted from a kitchen accident, but he knew the truth. Damian was piecing everything together like a puzzle. It would explain why he often caught you sneaking into the dorms late at night, as well as why you were frequently late to class and tutoring.

It was you.

He just couldn't figure out how you were alive. He had believed he killed you. His heart ached at the thought.

You watched as Damian traced the scar on your hand with his thumb, his touch sending a tingly sensation through your skin.

"Damian...?" Your voice came out softer than intended. When he heard his name, he looked up at you, his eyes conveying a mixture of fear and regret, emotions you never thought you'd see from him.

"I know," he simply stated.

Confused, you shook your head. "You know what?"

And then it clicked. He KNEW. Why else would he be so interested in your scar? You thought you had done a good job of keeping it hidden. In fact, you had done a good job. The only way he would know was if he had been there.

You withdrew your hand from his. "You're Robin?" You didn't receive an immediate response, which confirmed your suspicion. You sighed, unsure if you should be upset or not. After all, it's not as if the two of you were best friends who had promised never to lie to each other. You did feel somewhat guilty for beating him up, but he had almost killed you in return.

"I'm sorry," he finally admitted, looking away, as if he couldn't bear to make eye contact while apologizing. It was a momentary lapse of his ego.

"Damian Wayne apologizing?" you said, a smug grin on your face.

He rolled his eyes. "Don't get used to it."

You laughed and playfully nudged him. You noticed a small smirk tugging at his lips, and it made your own smile grow wider.

Surprisingly, you both sat in a comfortable silence for a moment before Damian decided to break it.

"How did you survive that fall anyway?" he asked.

You chuckled. "No one told you? I'm like a cat, Damian. I have nine lives."

If you couldn’t tell I tried to avoid having to come up with a alias for Y/N…anyway,

Add yourself to my taglist here

[minnaci]

hi min! i’m really curious now what are your favourite quests in genshin? <3 be it an archon quest, maybe character’s story quest… i would love to know!

hi manu!! ohhhh there r SO many that i have really really enjoyed i honestly probably would be better off making a tier list of them shdjdkf BUT for now i think i'll list a few under the cut just in case ppl r still trying to avoid spoilers from earlier content.

warning for spoilers and yapping ahead!

sumeru archon quest (acts i-v)

i tried to narrow it down to a few acts, but the entire chapter was truly so so good!! i loved the intrigue, i loved the mystery, and obviously i also love my polycule cyno/tighnari/haitham/kaveh :3 im also a dottore enjoyer so seeing him slime his way around sumeru was incredibly arousing enjoyable for me LMAO. i think the pacing of the quests were good (with steadily rising tensions up until the climax of the quest in act v: akasha pulses, kalpa flame rises) and i have always had a soft spot for academia and academic politics, so this was a favorite for sure. the cutscenes were all beautifully done and the plot twists were often genuinely surprising to me (and even when they weren't, i felt a huge sense of excitement that what i hoped would happen was happening). the music was also top notch.

i think the sumeru chapter was so engaging to me because i was deeply invested in every character i saw on screen. i love tighnari and cyno. i adore haitham and kaveh. dottore and scaramouche are my lil stinkies. so it was like... just a feast for my eyes getting to see my favs interact with each other and also the plot. i felt so incredibly spoilt in the best way the whole time. and of course i will never and i mean NEVER forget haitham's short-lived acting career!!!

fontaine archon quest (acts iv-vi)

the earlier acts of the fontaine quest felt a bit more expositional (which was definitely crucial for setting up the huge emotional punch of the later acts) but what can i say? im a boy who enjoys his climaxes (lol). after the sumeru archon quest, i thought there was no way that hyv could possibly write another archon quest that felt as exciting and complex, but they proved me wrong and i was honestly so so impressed with how they handled furina's arc. the emphasis on performance and being forced to act in a way that is not the truest version of yourself for the greater good of the people you love really hit me hard. it was so heartwrenching to me to see how alone furina felt for years and years and years. i felt that the climax of the story (act v) was absolutely deserved after all the buildup, and ofc i enjoyed the khaenri'ah lore drop and seeing our wayward sibling again (act vi).

interlude chapter: act ii (perilous trail)

god, in my heart i will always always always have a soft spot for liyue, but this quest in particular hurt my soul in the best way as a zhongxiao (zhongli and xiao) shipper and a secret xiao kinnie. usually, the interlude quests tend not to catch my attention super much, but with the star-studded cast (itto??? YELAN??????) and the unsettling aura of the chasm it made for a very tense, fun, and memorable playthrough. i started playing the game all those years ago For Xiao and to see him so ready to sacrifice himself... so ready to accept his own death.... only to be rescued at the last second by his literal lord and savior... the only one left who could fully understand the extent of his loss... it just really stuck with me. the cutscene where xiao is being enveloped in zhongli's golden light still makes me emotional even thinking about it. again i am a bit of a. zhongxiao shipper. so this is likely just my shipping goggles but i remember how viscerally i squeaked and sobbed when i saw zhongli had been the one to save xiao.

character quest lightning round!

(i've yapped enough but here's an incomplete list of character quests i really enjoyed— i'd list like 90% of them if i could whdjfj)

haitham!!! haitham haitham haitham!!!! (this quest is my roman empire tbh)

kazuha :') my boy

xiao (ofc)

zhongli, both acts

ei, act 2

cyno, act 1 (haven't played act 2 yet... saving it for a rainy day)

hu tao (surprising! but i liked the depth it gave her character)

nahida (both parts but esp act 1)

finally... last but definitely not least.... wriothesley.... damn...

events: a quick note

i think my favs would be the usual suspects: every single lantern rite (im chinese lol it's practically an obligation /lh /j), THE INTERDARSHAN CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!, the irodori festival, the golden island archipelago event (midsummer island adventure).

[tellurian-in-aristasia]

Aristasian Slang Q-Z

Slang terms, marked with "a" to signify that these are terms adopted from the Motherland or "t" to denote specifically Tellurian words unknown in the Motherland.

REPARTEE a: Cheek, backtalk, argument. It also has the normal sense, but in this sense is used in such phrases as "Don't give me any repartee" or "All I got from her was a lot of repartee".

RIVERMOUTH t: A speaker of Estuary English.

SCHIZZIES a: (Pron skitsies) Schizomorphs.

SHINY a: An optical disc. Kinnie Shiny: a kinematic optical disc.

SILLY MONKEY t: S/M.

SNAPSIE t: A photograph.

SPLOT a: To throw or flick a messy substance so that it splatters on someone or something.

SUISPLOT a: "To commit suisplot" = to spill or drop something messy on oneself.

SWOGGLE a: to steal.

TROGGIE t: An interrogative lift - referring to the bongo habit of ending sentences that are not questions with the rising inflection that would normally signify a question. This also gives rise to the verb to trog, as in: "she was trogging all over the place."

UP-TO-DATE a: From the Western provinces, but especially from Trent, Vintesse and Novaria. We speak of up-to-date cars, songs or films (a bongo would make the gaffe of calling them "old"). Arcadian ones would be "old-fashioned", and bongo ones "outdated" or "obsolete". Things from Quirinelle can be up-to-date, but never quite ultra-modern or up-to-the-minute as things from Vintesse might be.

URSIE a: Short for Ursie-doll or Ursali-doll. Aristasian equivalent of a "Teddy-bear".

VIRCHERS: Virtualia. Aristasian deployment in Virtual Reality. Cf. Fizzers.

WINDIE a: (Wind rhymes to mind.) A magnetic tape. Kinnie Windie - a videotape.

YEEK, THE t: Colloquial, but now very frequent, term given to Pit-england - from the Pit-english habit of saying "the U.K." rather than "England" or "Britain" , and the Pit-english pronunciation which corrupts the "oo" sound to "eeoo" or "ee".

YELLOW PERIL t: Hideous fluorescent yellow as used in the Pit for tennis balls, policemen, cyclists, etc. As in: "Here comes the Yellow Peril".

ZIPPY a: Neat, nifty. Often seen as a direct equivalent to the Tellurian word "cool". Mostly used by teenagers.

Source

[13tinysocks]

its ok i didnt see that but i was in my own peril as a system with a random tim wright kinnie being dedicated to trying to date brain thomas from my brain man. we all have our own plights. also no i DIDNT. send that ask with my dick. tch. my phone is just broken..... o7

[kylievershion]

*KISSE SYOU PLATONICALLY*

@heyzeil @sparklepops @ruikasakinnie @caramelarrrow @a-muffin

@helo-its-mo @wh1te-l1ly-cook1e @innocent-angel-girl @vnillatree

@midoriirl @averagemafuyukinnie @ur-local-remy-kinnie @coffinsugar @razi720 @mtcenarius @nebul0la @ohabeeeeeee

@gayboys-incorporated @cctv-catgirl @spritecaninthegarage

@pap3rcutz-n-peril @anonymous-person-in-hellhole @austinsdead

@the-bodacious-droid @m00re-devi1s @meowizard @no-california-all-adventure @lunariancookie @snowyglades @lemonsbakery @p0ffstarz @friendlyfox34 @sillykitty20o7 @jerzeenana @destinylightsup-2006 @littlegaypasta @tobythesudriantram @aevansaether @m0nsterenegrydrinks @epicchoccymilk19 @florissimps @ash-theawesome @darkiplier123 @felix-the-pup @st4d1um-4rc4d1um

I feel like spreading positivity so.

If you get tagged here, here's a few messages from the person who tagged you:

You are one of the coolest people I know, if not THE coolest ever. I may not have known you for long, but it feels like my whole life, and I don't know what I would do without you. If I haven't met you my life would be fundamentally different. You may have changed, but I've changed with you, and I think we've both grown a lot, and for the better.

I love seeing you create stuff! Be it art, writing, headcannons, or something you DIY-ed, I know that any time you make something it's bound to be good. Every project you start is always very exciting, even if you don't finish it! Watching you create is always very fun.

I know you have bad days, we all do. Don't hesitate to talk to me if you need to. I'm always here, I'll always listen, and I'll always do my best to try to understand and help. Know that you'll always be loved and appreciated!

Here's to our friendship growing even more in 2023!

(ps. don't feel pressured to tag anyone back! This is just to let you know that you're loved and appreciated. And if you were planning on tagging someone, but see that they've already been tagged, don't worry! This will be a message from you to them. Tag them!)

[wofworld]

WINGS OF FIRE CHARACTERS AS THINGS I’VE ACTUALLY SAID

Part 1

Glory: passive-aggressive snakes are my spirit animals

Sundew: Are you choking? I tend to have that effect on people, except most of the time it’s intentional

Qibli: I can assure you, there is nothing heterosexual about me whatsoever

Tsunami: That vending machine just stole my quarter! FUCK CAPITALISM

Kinkajou: reminds me of that time I lied to my teacher and she called the police on my parents- Fun times!

Peril: Oh, there’s my knife! Wait, where are the other three??

Turtle: I have an irrational fear of....everything

Winter: Therapy is expensive. Adopting stray cats is not

[kingdarkstalker]

i LOVE casting off self imposed stigma or rules for identity that dont matter. anyway im peril

[catgirlcrisis]

havent made an “official” post yet, bt my carrd has one minor change! im going to try going by peril now because gender is fake and life is short <3

[who-is-this-weirdo]

Harcore Darkstalker apologist but also talked down other abuse victims from wof because they didn't resent their abusers (Said they hated Sunny, who unlike Darkstalker had no power over the situation)

Victim blaming (saying that Clearsight, Indigo and all the restshpuld have made more efforts to save Darkstalker from himself)

Slight misogyny in the way female characters (outside Whiteout, who they kinned along with Darkstalker, Peril and Sky, kinnies are nothing bad but that show that they may have a bias) where blammed and their action often spoken about in the worst light possible

Acephobic (said Ace where only young people traumatized by sex who needed to get help), some thing they are also panphobic but I never saw anything about it

Talked about how making dragon greedy was a clear sign of antisemitism (and no, they werent talking about Chameleon who is a fair case, but every dragons), when a jewish person asked them not to equate fictional dragons to a real life religious / ethnic group, they mocked them for starting their ask with "my guy" (And no it wasn't used in the misgendering way) and basically talked over them using their "jewish friend" (who could be fictional)

Basically only agreeing with minority voices when they went along with them, white saviory behavior

Accused Tui of being a groomer because of Glorybringer (I hate the ship but that's a whole fucking accusation to make) which is especially disgusting of an accusation when you remember Tui is a mother

All while using a lot of crude language and talking about pissing on/killing Tui, so not exactly kid friendly behavior as well

I feel like I am out of the loop right now, who is kingDarkstaker? Like their name keeps popping up but what did they do? All I know is that they are a hardcore Darkstalker apologist.

[vintagelasvegas]

Secret cave under Mount Charleston, 1962

Crews working on turning Kyle Canyon Rd (SR 157) from a dirt road into a two-lane highway discovered a cave. Sheriff’s Jeep Posse members Orvy Clark and Wayne Kinnie, also a Review-Journal photographer, made their way to cave to report on the discovery for The Nevadan magazine. Kinnie described a room is “as large as a gymnasium” with a 50-foot ceiling draped stalactites and stalagmites. The cave had steep ledges. The photographer became trapped during the excursion and had to be rescued. But the location of the cave – somewhere in the area of Lee Canyon and Deer Creek Rd (SR 158) - was ultimately kept a secret.

Explorers found that the cave's ceiling was fractured and unstable, creating a safety hazard. Sometime between ‘62 and ‘65 - sources vary - entry to the cavern was sealed with a concrete plug. It now falls under the Federal Cave Resource Protection Act of ‘88. 

Thanks Nevada Armored Transport, and J. L. Boone, Birdandhike. “Natural Cavern Found After Perilous Descent.” Review-Journal, 1/7/62; “New Underground World Explored Inside Mountain.” The Nevadan, 1/14/62; Mary Manning and Jean Reid Norman. “Group wants light to shine in mountain cave.” Las Vegas Sun, 9/5/2003; Dan Kulin and Heather Rawlyk. “Soda Straw Cave to stay closed for time being.” Las Vegas Sun 1/30/2004.

[rrasado]

• Paternal Wishes •

This is for the fatherless girlies out there 😔-/HEAVYLHJ My dearest genshin anon I wish you knew how many fatherless jokes I made behind the screen as a I typed this piece, as a Diluc kinnie I have bullying rights ok-

⚠️ Mentions of Death ⚠️

Taglist: @luvielle @citirusu

Diluc is a callous man, that was probably a wayward adjective most can silently agree on when it comes to describing the Ragnvindr Master. But when he found a special someone to settle with a decade ago everyone collectively agreed that something changed within him. It wasn’t an obvious effect of domestic life nor was it a fatigue specially gotten when tending to your family rather, a relieved glint within his gaze whenever his attention was unoccupied by his usual work.

Then came the day that another close beloved left him behind, the grief reopened past wounds that no one dared remind besides his ever elusive “brother”. The fire his vision ignited became dangerously desperate, it wasn’t the mighty flame that stretched its blazing wings across the air but an avian who departed from its flock too early, desperately flying away to try and find its kindred within the cruel night’s wind.

The line of nostalgia came to a halt when he snapped his gaze away from the candle light, sighing as he averted his scarlet gaze back to where you sat, a bright youngster who couldn’t keep their nose out of a book and Diluc didn’t mind this one bit. The Ragnvindr blood had always been a dominant gene, and you proudly showed off the bright red locks you inherited from your dear father, but your smile and the way your eyes glinted with excitement was unmistakably gotten from your passed parent. Something Diluc had always said he moved on from, but white lies can’t go against burning red, right?

And if he endured that grief to this day then what more would you have to bear should he also fall into the clutches of an untimely death. Such a pessimistic line of thinking made him question how late it was but realistically speaking who do you have left besides him? Sure you were well loved by the people of Mondstat and you have your fair share of friends your age, and he knew deep within his heart that your Auntie Jean wouldn’t neglect you with his wishes but then again she was in the same risk of deathly peril as he was. Barbara? A respectable role model for his child one he wouldn’t mind you looking up to as both an Idol and a familial figure.

“Papa? Do you wanna read?”

Diluc snapped out of his trance, your youthful voice brought him back to reality after staring off into space for a minute too long. You seemed to have taken it as him eyeing your fairy tail book and after working for so long today maybe he wanted to consume something more fictitious rather than the mundane paperwork? That’s what you thought at least.

The older redhead only replied with a dry chuckle, standing up ever so slowly before approaching your much smaller figure and hoisting you and your book up in order for him to slip into your seat— garnering your figure to make rest on his lap. His words of assurance towards your question managed to tug a smile on your expression.

The book you held was a special gift from Lisa for your last birthday, a beige leather book that had a compilation of children’s fairy tales. The current story you were reading was that of a Fairy kingdom where the royal heir goes on adventures with the aid of a holy songstress, an other worldly pirate, a northern toy maker and a benevolent kitsune. Meeting all these people reminded Diluc that perhaps you had a brighter future compared to what his intrusive thoughts entailed. You were currently at the part where the royal heir had finally returned to their kingdom not knowing that their father the King had grown ill.

Diluc grimaced at the scene especially when your innocent mind pointed out how much it sucked that the Heir wasn’t able to spend much time left with their papa. In an attempt to stop you from going down a dimmer line of thinking like he did, he took the reins and began reading for you. You’ve always been unconventionally bright, perhaps you just got it from both parents, something he’s simultaneously cursing and thankful for. And so on he read with the gentlest tone he could muster lest he fail his attempt.

“Even when the fairy king became one with the flowers… He’d always watch over his child, from young royal to a proud monarch. Plucking a flower from the ground is rather… iffy but, know that the absence gives new space for something only the royal child can make. One day you’ll make something of your own and when you do, many people will be there to cheer you on” “Really?” “Of course sweetheart.”

Soon enough you finally retired to your quarters, book clutched within your arms as Diluc pulled your thermal blanket over your figure. He softly shut the mahogany door before turning on his heel to trudge back to his office, passing by the foyer’s open window where he had a perfectly good view of the star littered sky above. Deep down he wished it was him instead of his beloved, he shook those thoughts away allowing his gaze to linger a little longer whilst his thoughts slowly drowned back into the plane of what ifs.

His comrades, his family, his allies, he truly hoped that one day you’ll have your own chosen kindred just like him, ones who wouldn’t allow your hopes and dreams to fall and shatter on the ground into unfixable pieces. That was wishful thinking��� even with his current efforts, the world as is was crueler. He ought to send a more realistic wish, one where he hoped that one day you would have people to help you pick up your pieces. A young flame as bright as yourself can pull it off… This was a fact he can count on even beyond the grave. 

“Dawn always comes… and until then, sleep well, dear.”