#they raised a god and broke a child in the process

[vaccumajksjsjs]

did i ever mention taylor was apart of a cult growing up?? i feel like i did at some point. hopefully. anyway,,, taylor’s cult era everyone🎉

[tyunniez]

converse high... bttm male reader

!!.. this has to be my worst work yet,, uhh rough sex, creampie, kinda vanilla ngl, not proofread idfk also bts ref borahae 💜

you jumped around in excitement to see one of your favorite group is finally going on tour! and they're coming to your city!

you immediately rushed to check the tickets, choosing the vip standing seat. " wait, how much money do I have left? " you stopped yourself before making a bad decision.

you looked at your bank account and almost passed out. you're broke as hell.

" why the hell am I so broke? " you questioned yourself, trying to find a genuine reason.

you scanned throughout your room till your eyes landed on your closet. " ah. that's why. "

multiple articles of clothing brimmed your closet causing it to overfill, making you slightly grimace at how your clothing rail was holding on for its dear life.

you recently went on another shopping haul after seeing your favorite idol adorning a new collection that was released by your favorite fashion brand.

you just had to get it.

yeah, maybe you had a bit of a spending problem..

your parents have spoiled you since birth because you're their one and only child. no, you weren't wealthy. you had to take on jobs multiple times, but hey hard work pays off!

you were currently on your break, and you intended to spend it going shopping till you went broke but unfortunately, due to you blowing your money to buy another vip standing ticket, that money mysteriously vanished.

" hmm.. is there any job I can do right now? " you rolled around in bed while scrolling through your phone, trying to find any quick gag you could do to earn some cash.

you ended up throwing your phone to the wall, groaning aloud when you could find none.

" i'm so lazy! not to mention my piles of assignments... " you sighed to yourself, opting to go downstairs instead to eat your sorrows away.

you were greeted by both of your parents downstairs, your mom already getting started on making lunch. " oh dear, what's wrong? you look stressed. "

you go to stand beside her, washing your hands in the process to help her cook. " I'm looking for a job to buy a ticket for a concert. my fav group is coming here you know! " you complained to your mom.

you grab the onion and began slicing it, shedding a few tears meanwhile. your mom thinks to herself, turning to you with an idea.

" you know our neighbor is actually looking for someone to babysit her kid. the pay is quite good since her kid is quite.. naughty. " you stared at the soup you were stirring and hummed.

" i can send you the details if you're interested, dear. " you nodded and decided to see how much would the pay be, who knows it might be enough.

a bonus is the kid has a total hottie as her brother!

you took one look at the pay and were sold immediately. you did the math and doing this for the amount of time needed will be more than enough.

i mean, babysitting can't be that hard, right?

⊹₊⋆

you sighed nervously as you finally approached the front door, your tote bag on your shoulder with everything you needed inside. you knocked on the door, anxiously waiting for the mom to greet you.

instead, you were greeted by someone else. " you the new babysitter? "

you stuttered, brain short-circuiting. instead of answering, you stared at the man in front of you.

the red-haired cocked his head to the side, waiting for you to answer with a raised brow. " hello? you there? " he asked in an annoyed tone.

" oh, oh yeah sorry. y-yeah, i'm the new babysitter. " you gripped the strap of your tote bag, trying your best to maintain eye contact with the man in front of you.

he hummed and opened the door wider for you to come in. you excused yourself and stepped into the house.

you walked up to ms. moore to greet her but before you could say anything she rushed towards you, her bag already in her hand.

" oh yn dear! i was just about to leave! thank god you're here. so there's money on the counter in case maya wants anything to eat. you can ask my son for any help. i'll be back before one so i hope you can withstand.. "

before you could ask any questions, she already rushed her way out towards the door. " jason, you better help the babysitter this time! thank you again and i'll see you when i get back, dear! "

with a slam of the door, she was gone.

you stood there, trying to process the information she just dumped on you. in your shocked state, jason gave you a pat on the shoulder. " she always does that. good luck dealing with that devil. ", was all he said before leaving you alone.

" maya, go easy on him! " he shouted upstairs.

you turned to the kid staring at you from the couch, a little concerned about what he just said. you've dealt with kids before, this will be easy.

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god, you regretted even thinking that.

there was a reason why babysitters kept dropping out like flies. this kid might as well come straight from hell!

you let out a long sigh as you crashed onto the sofa. you finally managed to put maya to sleep. though you couldn't really relax, still scared she might pull something with you thinking she was asleep.

" don't worry she's asleep. " you looked to the side to see jason slipping next to you on the couch, remote in his hand as he scrolled through various movies.

you let out another sigh, leaning your head back against the headrest and closing your eyes. you crossed your legs over one another, inspecting your slightly dirty converse high.

you peered over next to you, silently admiring jason.

you observed how his grown-out wolf cut, his red-haired that was now washed out is slightly messy, making it look like he just rolled out of bed.

your eyes were especially glued to his piercings. from his industrial to his snake bite, god he has so much.

you were more so drawn to his lips, that you could see his tongue-piercing. he purposely toyed with it, flicking his tongue out to tease you.

he licked his lips ever so slowly, his pink tongue grazing over his lower lip, not forgetting to graze over his snake bite. you gulped and looked away to try to get your mind on something else.

you didn't want to pop a boner in someone else's house!

" had enough already? " his sultry voice suddenly asked. you whipped your neck to look at him, eyes wide like a deer caught in a headlight, did he catch me staring..?

you cleared your throat and grabbed a nearby pillow to try to cover your growing hard-on.

" w-what're you talking about? " you glued your eyes towards the tv, trying to seem as unbothered as you can, thou the stuttering clearly gave it away..

jason rolled his eyes and discarded the pillow you were clinging onto, " oh come on, don't play dumb now. "

he pinned you down on the couch, caging you in leaving you no choice but to look at him.

" don't tell me you didn't notice at all.. "

you tried your best to look at him in the eyes, trying to figure out what he was talking about. well, he was really touchy.. his hands always found their way to touch you no matter.

he always knows just where and when to linger his touches to make you slightly flustered, the way he held your waist earlier still not leaving your eyes.

he also never took his eyes off of you ever since you stepped into his house. his eyes always trailing over to wherever you are, observing whatever the hell you are doing.

your cheeks got redder as you turned your head to the side, trying to hide from his gaze. " see i know you were a smart boy, now how far are you willing to go, bunny? "

you clasped your hand over your mouth, eyes rolling back to the back of your head. this is all too lewd!

you peeked down to look at him and the view below you was breathtaking.

jason's messy hair was now slicked back with his sweat, his big hands holding your legs open as his tongue worked its way on your dick. you could feel his tongue piercing along it, the added sensation making your thigh quiver.

you slowly released your hold on your own mouth, breath shaky. " jason, i-i'm close.. " your meal voice was shaky from the amount of pleasure you were experiencing.

he hummed and just continued to suck you, his hand now fondling your balls, massaging them as if to coax you to release.

you gripped the bedsheet below you, the warmth of his mouth mixed with the occasional cold feeling of his piercing was driving you over the edge. with a loud moan, you finally released in his mouth, eyes closing in bliss.

jason swallowed it all, making sure not to leave any drop behind. you didn't know whether to feel grossed out by it or not.

" ready to move on now bunny? " jason asked you while grabbing a bottle of lube, squirting a glob of it on his fingers. you silently nodded and watched as he squirted another glob on your hole.

" cold.. " you whined at him, feeling the chilliness of the lube. " don't worry, i'll warm you right up bunny. " he smiled.

he first inserted one finger into you slowly, letting you get used to the feeling. he began slowly moving it, occasionally grazing over that spot that made you see stars.

he then inserted another and another, steadily picking up his pace and getting more rougher as time went on. your eyes shoot back open as you kept your lips as tight as you could.

you were close and jason seemed to know this too.

before you could reach your climax, he swiftly pulled his fingers out. you looked up at him in confusion, dumbfounded as to why he stopped. " w-why'd you stopped? "

he took off his boxer, tossing it somewhere else. " don't tell me you were gonna cum just from that. the real fun begins now, bunny "

you watched as jason stroked his own dick, pouring lube on it. he was big. maybe too big for you. " are you sure it'll fit.. " you asked him while your eyes still trained on it.

" don't worry.. " he aligned himself with your hole, " i'll make it fit. "

with that, he shoved himself into you, the student action made you let out a loud moan. your eyes instantly teared up from the sudden stretch. you bit your lips to make sure no other noise escaped from you.

he was so big and you felt so.. full. his tip perfectly kissed your prostate, almost as if you were molded just for him.

" look at you taking it so well.. i knew i should've stuffed you full the moment i saw you. "

you stifled another incoming moan. your hands both covered your face, trying to hide your flushed face. two hands suddenly held onto your wrist, effectively prying your hands off of your face.

" don't hide this gorgeous face from me now. "

his own fingers intertwined with your own as he pounded into you roughly, going fast and aggressive from the start. a string of moans left your lips, your voice shaky due to how fast he was.

soon, one of his hands sneaked its way onto your thigh, hoisting it up. you almost screamed from how much deeper he was inside you. you didn't think it was even possible.

" jasonn, i'm near.. " you whined. your own dick bounced and twitched begging for release. " i'm close too, bunny.. cum with me, yeah? "

you nodded while jason held onto your ankles, his fingers digging into the fabric of your converse high. he somehow began speeding up, chasing his own climax.

you closed your mouth with your own hand, knowing damn well your moans were echoing throughout the house already.

with no warning whatsoever, you felt the warm liquid soon filling your inside, dropplings of it escaping from your hole. the feeling of being filled with jason's thick cock mixed with his own cum running down your ass caused you to also release.

you shut your eyes as your release painted your stomach white, some of it landing on jason's.

after a few moments of silence, he then let go of your ankles, slowly pulling out. you winced at the feeling of emptiness. you rolled to the side, jason also crawling next to you.

you soon almost lull yourself to sleep before remembering that tomorrow you have to babysit maya. oh god maya. you prayed she was sleeping like a baby and didn't hear anything.

" shit.. i honestly can't feel my legs and i still have to babysit maya tomorrow... " you groaned out loud next to him, trying to brainstorm an idea on how to babysit that devil in your current state.

jason only laughed next to you. talking about how he'll figure out a way to deal with her tomorrow. you hope he will since you can't miss the pay...

[autisticlancemcclain]

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———

“Keith Kogane, you magnanimous dumbass, would it kill you to ask me out like a man. Something like that.”

Hunk presses the pause button. He tucks his phone back into his pocket. He turns to Shiro, expectant, prepared.

“So,” he says.

Shiro stares at the space in front of him, fingertips pressed together and in front of his face.

“So.”

“Your brother is kind of an airhead.”

“He is indeed.”

“No offense to Keith. He has his smart moments. Probably.” Hunk’s mouth twitches. “Sorry. I said that to not be mean and then immediately thought of the whole Voltron cheer situation and laughed in my head. I promise I don’t actually think Keith is stupid.”

Shiro’s mouth twitches. He forces his face to remain neutral. It is a challenge.

“Keith refused to name his pet gecko as a child,” he shares. “He insisted the gecko would reveal its name when it was ready.”

Hunk bites his lip very hard. He looks deliberately away from Shiro.

“He was thirteen.”

The yellow paladin presses his hands to his eyes. He tries visibly hard to compose himself. He fails.

“…I see.”

“My fiancé often said he must have been born blond.”

“Boy, do I have news for you.”

Shiro raises his eyebrows. “More news than your recording of Lance processing his love?”

“There was an incident beforehand,” Hunk explains. “You know how Lance does those leg stretches sometimes? When we have agility training?”

Shiro inclines his head.

“Well, apparently last week he did them in front of Keith and Keith was so distracted he walked into a wall and broke his nose. He had to go into a healing pod.”

Truly, Shiro would love to say that he’s surprised. He’d love to say that his brother, known gay, was not so fixated on a cute boy that he walked into a whole ass wall hard enough to break his nose. He would love for that to be true.

But he knows his dumbass brother.

“Oh my God.”

“And he still isn’t picking up Lance’s hints.”

“Oh my God.”

Hunk nods, patting Shiro’s hand sympathetically. “We gotta do something, man. I can’t keep watching this.” He pauses. “Also, I really want to stop hearing about what Lance thinks about Keith’s Galra form. I really can’t hear any more talk about fangs in places fangs should not be placed. It’s not good for my mental health.”

Shiro sighs. Even he has heard Lance’s mutterings about Keith’s fangs, and Lance still gets all shy and star-struck around him. At this point it’s gotta be a human rights violation.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he promises.

———

He finds his brother in the training room, because of course he does, getting absolutely demolished by the training bot.

“You’re getting your ass kicked,” Shiro observes.

Keith grunts.

Shiro makes himself comfortable at the edge of the mat, sticking a straw in a juice pouch and sipping it leaisurely as he watches the twerp get pummelled. It’s amusing, in the way watching those test-dummy car crashes are amusing. Or videos of kids crying in fear of Santa Claus.

“Level failed,” echoes the pleasant voice of Space Siri, as Lance and Pidge have dubbed the disembodied robot voice of the training room. “Try again?”

“Fuck off,” Keith mutters to it.

Shiro stretches out and pokes him with his toe. Keith only half-heartedly tries to slice him about it.

“Somebody’s brooding.”

Evidentially deciding he would rather vent in Shiro’s direction than fall for Shiro’s transparent attempts to goad him into a fight, he flops down dramatically, stealing Shiro’s juice pouch and rudely sucking back the rest of it. Fucker.

“He’s so confusing,” he says, free arm flailing. “Just — all the time.”

Shiro politely refrains from asking him to clarify. He knows who he’s talking about.

“Hm,” he says instead, supportively. “How unfortunate for you.”

“Right!” He throws his hands up in the air, sending his bayard flying in one direction and the empty juice pouch in another. Shiro watches it go with great sadness. “One second it’s — Keith, you suck so bad, ugh, you’re such a weird dweeb. And the next it’s I’m hanging out with Coran and you’re not allowed to come and also I hate you.” He looks at Shiro expectantly. “He’s so!” He gestures vaguely. Shiro assumes it’s meant to mean something.

Shiro stares at him.

“See, to me there’s no dichotomy there,” he says slowly. “You said that as if it was two different sentiments. But in fact that was the same opinion expressed twice.”

“The tone was different,” Keith insists. “The dweeb thing is affectionate. He says it in a friendship way. I’m sure of it.”

“Friendship,” Shiro echoes.

“Exactly,” Keith agrees.

Shiro hums. He’s quite sure, now, that he is not going to explain to Keith in any words of his own how much of an oblivious dumbass he is. There is no sentence or string of sentences that Shiro can use to demonstrate just how obvious Lance is being, and how obtusely Keith is responding. He’s going to have to be clearer than that.

But. For his own amusement.

“Could you maybe explain how Lance shows his friendship to you? So I can better understand, of course.”

“Well, for starters, he says we’re enemies but always wants to pair up,” Keith says. “That’s friendship, right?”

“That’s certainly one way to put it, sure.”

“And the fact that we hang out so often.”

“Of course.”

“And the clothes stealing, of course. Lance says I have gross mullet germs but he’s always stealing my jackets, so that doesn’t add up.”

Shiro purses his lips. That is — whew. Poor Lance is in the trenches.

Keith pouts. “I just don’t get why he flips around it all the time, man. I mean, one second he’s all smiles and nudging my shoulders, and the next he’s bright red and stomping away. He’s so confusing!”

Shiro can take this no longer.

“Keith, I am going to show you something,” he says, digging his phone out of his pocket and pulling up the file Hunk sent him. “Okay?”

“…Okay,” Keith says hesitantly.

Shiro stares at him for a moment longer. Then he sighs, shoves the phone into Keith’s hands, and presses play.

The video starts shaky, audio muddled, and when it clears Lance is lying sprawled on Hunk’s bed, pillow strewn dramatically to the side.

“I just wish I could get it through his fool head that he is loved by me particularly in such a way that I want to hold hands and kiss and generally be nuisances of the affectionate kind. You know, romance,” he is saying.

Keith goes still next to him. With every passing word his jaw drops lower and lower.

“You could also ask him out like a man,” Hunk is explaining.

“Choke and die,” responds video-Lance, and then the audio cuts. Shiro puts his phone away.

“So?”

“I have to go immediately,” Keith says. He’s up and halfway out the door before Shiro can blink.

“Shower first!” he calls. “You just sweated it up with the training hot for God knows how long. Wash off before you do anything romcom-y.” Keith disappears around the corner. “Keith, do you hear me? Shower first! Keith!”

———

next

[busy-baker]

And here it is, folks. Astarion’s first morning as a father. This is branching off from my series Thicker Than Water. Enjoy!

Astarion recounts his first morning as a father while Tav is resting. His thoughts wander to when he first found about their little one.

f!Tav x Astarion

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The light creak of the wooden floorboards beneath Astarion’s feet caused the high elf to pause, teeth gritting and eyes scrunching.

He looked back to where his beloved rested in their bed. Her hair was tangled and splayed about, an arm was flopped over her eyes and her night dress was wrinkled and shifted, slightly exposing her. He snorted at the image, but he also thought she never looked more beautiful.

Next to where they sought the comfort of each other’s arms every night was now a bassinet. It was adorned with all the frills you could imagine. Astarion made sure of that.

His falter in sneaking must have been a bit too loud because he noticed a stirring coming from the bassinet.

Attempting a second chance at redemption, the vampire tiptoed, as to not disturb his wife, and leaned over the small bed.

Astarion found his breath taken away every time he laid his eyes upon his newborn daughter. She was quite the miracle and shared an uncanny likeness to him, not that he would know. He was simply basing it off of what Tav had said.

His little one did give him one gift he was eternally grateful for and that was the ability to see a glimpse of his former self in her green eyes. He would fall to his knees with just one look from her and he didn’t care how powerless that made him seem.

The tiny babe didn’t fuss as he reached pallid hands into the bassinet and gently lifted her to cradle in his arms. She didn’t root or whine so she wasn’t in need of feeding.

Maybe a changing? The spawn thought.

He had watched Tav and Jaheira demonstrate how to change the dhampir. His nose turned up at the thought but he had fought horrid beasts in the past. Surely, he was quite capable of replacing a diaper. He silently thanked the gods he was blessed with a daughter so there was less of a threat of his clothing being soiled during the process.

After ten minutes, three different diapers, and attaching and reattaching the pins multiple times, Astarion admired his handiwork. He would be doing this with his eyes closed in no time. Well, maybe not the safety pinning.

He raised Juniper so she laid on his shoulder, her face towards his, and he took a seat in the armchair near the corner of her room.

Sunlight streamed through the window as it broke through the clouds. The warmth felt nice against his face and bare torso compared to the frigid chill of the previous day’s blizzard. His daughter’s face snuggled in closer to him and he smiled at her cheek smushing against where the heat settled on his cool skin.

“It’s lovely, isn’t it?” He whispered into her hair, kissing lightly, “And now we can share it together.”

His little one offered no response other than a wide yawn and a blink. Her eyes wandered around his face as his hand stroked slowly up and down the length of her back.

Astarion Ancunín was a father. If someone had dared to utter that statement not long ago, it may have caused the vampire’s undead heart to reanimate itself only to die out once again from a heart attack.

It was such an unwelcome thought in the one or two times it had wriggled its way into his head. Children were nasty creatures. They whined and cried and were often sticky for unknown reasons. Why anyone would choose to bear such a thing he never understood. As much as he hated his curse of vampirism, he was thankful it prevented him from ever producing a child. Or so he thought it would.

Tav’s words floored him the day she revealed she was pregnant. Astarion felt his soul begin to sink into the deep depths where he shoved all his darkness away, where his old self lay waiting to resurface with the mildest inconvenience. He had worked hard to become better for her and for himself. Granted, he was still cynical and could be quite the bastard without his daily blood.

His words towards her were venomous. Part of him wanted them to cut deep and to feel how he felt, that their lives would be over as they were just beginning, but then he watched as the light left her eyes. He hadn’t realized there was a flicker of hope in them until the last spark of it went out.

His love. His fearsome and resilient love wanted this child that they had made together. Of course she did. She worshipped the ground he walked on even when he couldn’t fathom a reason why.

But would he be sufficient? He was nothing more than a glorified hero. The only reason others looked up to him is because he happened to be part of a group that stood against the Absolute. A simple matter of right place at the right time.

Not to mention his past continued to haunt him with Cazador’s words echoing through his mind in random thoughts and never ending nightmares.

His detest towards the idea of a child turned into fear of ruining one, raising a twisted version of himself to continue on a lineage of self destruction.

The pale elf left his wife to herself for that evening, returning only when he was stumbling through the door of their home, inebriated from a few wild boars. She refused to be by his side as he went to her in bed and one look from her in the kitchen and he knew he deserved every bit of scolding she threw his way.

Tav never once yelled though. She never spat in his direction and told him what a lousy father he would be. She was pissed off, rightfully so, but she remained composed. She waited for his words and in that moment, Astarion knew he wanted nothing more than to have a little family with her.

Every single day leading up to the birth of their little one was spent cherishing the woman who gave him the most unexpected miracle of his life. They weren’t all easy but they were all completely worth it.

Astarion’s pointed ears perked up and his eyes shot open as the door of Juniper’s bedroom slowly opened. His wife walked in, looking more refreshed than when he had last seen her, about an hour ago from his estimates of the sun’s rays.

She smiled as she approached him, taking his cheek into her hand and brushing her thumb lightly over his lips. He leaned into her touch, turning to kiss her palm.

The elf bent before him, moving the hand that held his face to caress the silver hair of their daughter. Her lips pressed the softest of kisses to the baby’s head, then cheek and finally the tip of her blushed ear.

Juniper let out a small, content sigh as if to acknowledge her mother’s touch, never awaking from her reverie.

“You’ve never looked more beautiful, Astarion,” his wife said, echoing his thoughts of her from before.

Smirking, he replied, “Fatherhood? Is that what gets you going?”

Tav rolled her eyes at his comment but couldn’t contain her giggle. A genuine smile broke out across the rogue’s face at her laughter. It was a joy to hear every time, especially when he was the one bringing it forth.

Juniper began to squirm against him at the sound of her mother’s voice. Her tiny lips started to press at his chest, her face squishing into him as she tried to find a source of food.

Cradling her into his arms and standing, Astarion was now in front of Tav.

“I believe your mother is better equipped for what you require, my love,” he told the suckling dhampir.

The elf held out her arms, waiting for the hungry babe. Astarion placed a soft peck on his daughter’s nose before shifting her over to his wife. He offered a kiss to her also and then turned to leave the room, giving them some alone time.

Before he could exit, his name was called, beckoning him back in.

“Yes, darling?” He asked, raising an eyebrow, patiently waiting.

“Why is Juniper’s diaper backwards?” Tav questioned, fussing at the newborn’s cloth covering. It did look odd.

Shit, Astarion thought, groaning loudly.

Maybe he will be able to change diapers in dim lighting soon, with a lot of help.

[hibiscus-writing]

Child of Time AU

Genshin au, Ragbros centric featuring a little bit of Venti!

tldr: Kaeya is Istaroth's youngest son, and awakens his godly powers whilst staying with the Ragvindr's.

-Kaeya is the youngest son of Istaroth, the god of thousand winds and time, making him the younger brother of Barbatos and the thousand winds.

-Istaroth had a one night stand with Kaeya's father, resulting in Kaeya. Istaroth basically dumped Kaeya onto his father and fucked off after birth.

-Kaeya's father tried his best, here Kaeya was merely the king's cousin's child, barely royalty, to the point they don't even live in the castle, left barely scraping by.

-Kaeya's father didn't know of his royal side of the family, he is merely scraping by raising the son he adores but had no preparation before getting him.

-Kaeya's father is a single father, working quick jobs around Khaenri'ah to make due. Despite this, Kaeya's father wouldn't give up anything for Kaeya.

-Kaeya's father doesn't know that Istaroth was a god, as she had disguised herself as a mortal when meeting Kaeya's father and dropping him off.

-they make due for about a year before  Khaenri'ah’s collapse, where luckily, both Kaeya's father and Kaeya survive miraculously (Kaeya unconsciously awakening his godly powers to protect himself and his father). They didn't come out completely unsaved, as Kaeya's father was affected by the curse, doomed to be slowly transformed into an Abyssal being, however it is not instant like many other Khaenri'ahn’s.

-all the survivors create a base at the ruins of the castle, some of those survivors are the former royal family, who continue to take charge. 

-its survival of the fittest from here, Kaeya's father slowly but painfully morphs into a hilichurl, only staying fully conscious enough to see Kaeya, now 4, being chosen to be a spy and sent away to Mondstadt.

-from here, the events of canon basically got exactly the same, except one moment when Kaeya is 7

-when he was 7, he felt extremely Ill. Many were worried he wouldn't last another night, this broke Crepus's heart, barely leaving his side as healers tried and failed to identify the boy's illness.

-late into the night, when everyone else in the house is asleep, Crepus steps out of Kaeya's room to wet a cloth to cool the boy down, and when he enters the room, he's met with hundreds of the thought to be extinct wind wisps and Lord Barbatos looking over the boy.

-Crepus is flabbergasted, pausing before beginning to audibley pray and beg for Barbatos to cure Kaeya's illness.

-Barbatos laughs, pulling Crepus back onto his feet and explaining that Kaeya isn’t sick, his powers are simply fully awakening.

-still confused, Barbatos explains further, that Kaeya is his youngest sibling, and he’s been watching over him since he arrived in Mondstadt. Now that Kaeya’s powers are awakening, he’s here alongside the many wind sprite siblings to help teach Kaeya how to control his powers.

-Barbatos stays the whole night, helping Kaeya throughout the awakening.

-Kaeya grows peacock wings and a tail during this process, with the ends of some feathers trailing off into what looks to be a night sky full of stars.

-Kaeya was extremely confused and distressed when he woke up, scared of Barbatos especially. He trips over his wings, hides behind Crepus, ect.

-crepus sits down and explains to Kaeya what happened.

-this only confused Kaeya more, but he calmed down a little, he's still hiding behind Crepus when barbatos introduced himself.

-Kaeya’s still cautious, but allows himself to calm down a little. 

-the day begins to rise and Barbatos has to leave, but promises to return soon to help teach Kaeya. 

-this carries on for a couple years, with Barbatos arriving at night to teach Kaeya his godly abilities, and Crepus making sure it stays a secret whilst supporting him.

-everything that happens during Diluc’s 18th birthday happens, except Kaeya doesn’t get a vision. Before Diluc can serve his finishing move, Kaeya is whisked away. 

-Diluc runs off to do his whole revenge plot, and Kaeya wakes up in his godly form, his new scars turning into miniature galaxies flowing on his skin.

-Istaroth saved Kaeya before he could die. She might be distant and neglectful, but she doesn’t want to see Kaeya die.

-she tells him that now's as good a time as any to start his role as god of the sky. The real sky, not the fake sky Celestia put up.

-Istaroth shows Kaeya his new domain, showing him how to manipulate star dust to create living beings, control planets' gravitational pull, and more.

-it’s there Kaeya stays for years, with his only visitors being Barbatos and the wind wisps, his only remaining family.

-Kaeya often stares down at Teyvat, wondering how everyone is in his absence. He can't see anyone from above, and the questions he asks Barbatos doesn't quell his wonders.

-He misses everyone in Mondstadt dearly, however he knows he's gone too far to ever return, especially after his confession to Diluc, who ‘definitely told everyone by now’

-cut to modern day, a mysterious domain was discovered, and Jean asks the traveller to accompany her as she clears it out. Diluc tags along when the travellers ask them too.

-Diluc is slightly different in this au. Part of his dark knight hero shtick is trying to discover where Kaeya is, because once his mind cleared up, he realised how weird it was that Kaeya completely disappeared, and this got worse once he realised Kaeya was never found afterwards.

-when they enter this domain, the world shifts around them. The floor is replaced with a transparent floor, covered in fake stars and clouds, with a view of Teyvat underneath. Surrounding them is a lively, beautiful galaxy of stars, with swirls of colours and constellations littering the sky. 

-some constellations seem to come alive and move across the sky.

-The group are confronted by an stary outline of a peacock, calling itself Pavo. He says he is a part of the Pavo oculus constellation. He remarks that the group should be able to see some of it underneath the false sky, which confuses the group.

-when questioned, Pavo states that all of Teyvat is covered in a fake sky, put into place by Celestia, and where they are now is the outside layer of that fake sky to the real one.

-Diluc, Jean and the Traveller are left to navigate the border between Teyvat and the vastness of space, finding more clues to Kaeya’s disappearance.

[vritest]

I love you. (Say it back) Pt. 2

leon kennedy x fem!reader

Warnings: None??? Kissing. Vandetta Leon???

PART 1

You couldn’t feel more ashamed in your life then right now.

You stood there for a while, processing everything you were seeing. After a while you came to a conclusion…

Your eyes were definitely not deceiving you.

The little girl on his shoulders was beautiful, and looked exactly like her father. Blonde, blue eyes, that beautiful nose you loved so much.

And the smile.

God the smile.

Leon’s smile.

One you haven’t seen in so long, too long.

You continued to stand in front of the doorstep, dumbfounded, feeling absolutely ashamed and embarrassed. How could you have not thought of this before?

Of course he had moved on. It’s been years that he hasn’t seen you, or even heard your voice. (Though he doesn’t even know how he went that long without your voice).

You squeezed your eyes shut.

This was all a dream. Go back to sleep Y/N.

You heard a small chuckle, and then some wait being put on your shoulder.

“You okay?” Leon asked worriedly staring at you, your eyes still closed and still standing on his porch.

Oh fuck, this is real life isn’t it?

“Daddy, she’s funny” A little voice said giggling softly.

You finally opened to it eyes looking up at the little girl who was playing with Leon’s brown hair. She probably thinks youre crazy.

“Shit- I’m so sorry… I feel so stupid- I’ll go-“

There it was. The historic wrist grab.

“Come in.” He asked, almost pleading. His eyes suddenly resembling puppy eyes.

“Please.”

You cleared your throat. Your eyebrows furrowing.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind? The mother of your child is in there-“

“What?” He asked interrupting and raising an eyebrow.

“I heard you say ‘Honey’ Leon. I’m not crazy.” You stopped. “And I’m not that type of person, so I’ll let you live your life and-“

Suddenly you heard laughter coming from the now, brunette man. His daughter looking down at him confused and then laughing as well, probably, not knowing why.

You just stared at him confused.

“When you knocked the door, this little one” he stopped pointing up to the little girl and the tucking her rib cage. He continued. “Decided to try and open the door, and I told her I could get it. She wanted to see who it was herself so I placed her on my shoulders. And to answer your question her mom doesn’t live with us.”

You didn’t know it was possible to feel this kind of embarrassment in your whole life.

“You wanna come in now?” He asked tilting his head.

———

“So… if you don’t mind me asking…. where’s her mom?” You asked Leon, as he walked towards the table you were sitting at and brought with him two glasses of water.

He sighed deeply.

“I was feeling like shit after you left, so I went to the bar, one last time. Got waisted, and started making out with this girl.” He took a sip of water before continuing.

“Then we went back to my place and you know, had sex…”

You groaned.

“I know how baby’s are made Leon..” You said in a whiny tone not wanting to hear about Leon’s love life after you left. Trying to hide the fact that it broke your heart that he went to the bar to escape his feelings even though you had told him not to.

He chuckled bringing you back to reality.

“Well anyway, she managed to remember my address and she didn’t even bother to tell me her name. She just…appeared at my doorstep a few months later and gave her to me and told me “she’s yours”, and then left… just like that.”

He sighed, looking towards the little girl who was in the living room, not far from where you and Leon were sitting.

She had a smile on her face as she played with to Barbie dolls.

Leon let out a smile. You continued to stay silent, not knowing if you should cry for him or if you should be worried about how he’s doing now.

“She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me Y/N. The reason why I haven’t drank in almost 7 years.”

He said passionately. You smiled, admiring his adoration for his daughter, but also the fact that he had actually listened to you.

“I’m glad you listened to me, Leon.” You sighed before you opened your mouth again.

“I never really got a chance to properly apologize for yelling at you that morning I was just trying-“

“To help me, I know Y/N. I don’t know what I would do if you never spoke up, so thank you.” He stopped, “And I’m sorry too. For being an asshole all those years, I swear I always did love you. Still do”

You smiled, the small fuzzy feeling filling up your stomach as sounds of the little girl still playing with her dolls filled the room.

You tuned back to look at Leon who was looking right at you, waiting for a response. Waiting that somehow… you wouldn’t hate him for not waiting for you.

“Aww don’t get go soft on me now, Leon.” You chuckled.

He rolled his eyes, as you giggled and took another sip of water.

As you took another sip, all Leon could think about was how much he had fucked up your guy’s relationship. How much he regrets how he acted. How much he wished you hadn’t seen him like that. How much he would’ve loved to have his first child with you. How much he wouldn’t loved if he had just…waited.

He sighed again, leg shaking underneath the table.

“I swear when I say, I love you. Always have, since the day I saw you in the back of our history class.”

“I missed you.” You muttered out.

“Yeah, I know” he laughed. “You wouldn’t have come all the way over here to see me if you didn’t.”

You rolled your eyes playfully at him, hitting his shoulder pretty loud you guessed because here came his little monster coming to defend him.

“Hey! Don’t hit my dad!” The little girl said running up to her dad, to hug him and giving you the stankest eye ever. Leon laughed ruffling the little girls hair.

“It’s okay baby, she was just playing around.” He said smiling. Then a realization hit.

“How could I forget- hun this if my-“ he stopped looking out from his daughter, meeting your eyes, waiting for you to answer. You cleared your throat.

“Friend. I’m your daddy’s friend, Y/N.” You said smiling. She smiled too.

“I’m Sherry.”

Your eyes widened at the name. The name of the girl he had saved in Raccoon City, how cute.

“Sherry…” you said trailing off looking over to Leon, who was smiling and nodding his head. He knew you were both thinking of the same thing.

“That’s a beautiful name.” You said smiling to the little girl.

———

A few hours later, you found yourself sitting down with Leon and Sherry eating pizza that he had ordered after probably, 4 hours playing with Sherry.

She absolutely loved you. She hadn’t had a mother figure yet, but even though she had just met you, she already adored you.

Leon loved to see you playing with her, acting like she was your own it brought him happiness he hadn’t felt in a while. The type of happiness that only you could bring him, nobody else could.

After dinner, Sherry went to bed telling you a quick “Good night”, before Leon tucked her in bed, with a quick peck on her forehead.

He walked back towards the couch you were sitting in watching the News.

You and Leon tried to catch up as much as you possibly could.

After 6 years a lot had happened.

You told him about your failed dates, which he could only chuckle at, telling you that you really lost all your charm after you left him. Never telling him the whole reason that all your dates were a total fail, was because he was the only one on your mind.

He told you about his missions. How hard it had been going on them and worrying if he wasn’t able to see his daughter again. It made you worry about him, and the constant pressure that’s put on to him.

Not only does he have to work for the president, but now his daughter is in constant danger.

“I’ll take care of her, if you’d like… you know, while you go on those missions”you offered, sitting comfortably on the sofa, legs crossed looking up at him with those eyes, the ones he loved and looked forward to seeing them every day.

He smiled at your kind offer. “I do appreciate it, Y/N. A lot, I just don’t wanna cause any trouble-“

“You don’t have to worry about it Leon. She’s your daughter, she needs someone to keep her safe.”

You smiled.

“And plus I think she likes me. I mean she let me use her dolls, when I was younger I never let anyone even think of playing with mine.”

You two both laughed.

“What would I do without you Y/N?” He asked, letting a small chuckle and turning to look at you grabbing your hand and squeezing it tightly.

“I don’t even wanna imagine”

The two of you looked at each other for a second, his hand still on yours. His touch taking you back to when he was yours. When life was simple.

He leaned towards you slightly closing his eyes.

How cute you thought, he hadn’t changed the way he kisses one bit.

Finally, as if he had been waiting for this his whole life, his soft lips landed on yours. Immediately he pulled back, he was moving way too fast.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take things too fa-“

You pulled the collar of his shirt, desperately kissing him. Hoping that it would make up for everything that had happened before this very moment.

“I love you.”

•••

Soooo, what do y’all think about the uno reverse card I pulled on you guys 🤭. And yes I do know Sherry didn’t die, I just thought the reference would be cute lol.

(I guess y’all deserved a happy ending 🙄)

•••

[pierofilm]

𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐄 𝟏: 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄: 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐀𝐒 | TEASER 1

2023 | 18+ | SERIES | LEE HEESEUNG × READER | 「MASTERLIST」

WARNING yandere, non-con smut (turned dub-con if you squint hard enough) dirty talking, soft!dom heeseung, slight delusion, smut in a church, mentions of insulting the gods, talk of religion, possessive behaviour, obsession, unhealthy power dynamics, praise kink, hunting kink, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, overstimulation, pet names (darling, love, princess, etc.)

WORD COUNT 1.5k

With your chin on your palms, your thumb lazily swipes through and through the profiles as it reflected on your orbs. You had been spending quite awhile doing this boring routine, new faces appeared one after another and yet none of them interests you enough or even intrigue you to tap the match button. A mischievous smirk adorning the corners of your lips as you read through the banner on top of the app again, processing each word into your brain as how they mention about keeping your identity safe and such.

A thought arise within the depths of your mind, why don’t you mess around while you still had the time? Mess around with people’s feelings just a tiny bit, gain their favour and win their interests, then finally snap it apart?

You were a bit surprised at your foul thoughts, to say the least, but how can someone even fall in love with you so hard—whom they only exchanged a few texts and pictures. After awhile, they’ll surely forget you, right? And they wouldn’t know about your real identity as you formed a meticulous plan, a game you created to fill your boring days.

Your lips hang apart and your thumb immediately froze from swiping further when your eyes widened at the profile of this young man; the big doe eyes of his along with the eye-catching green highlights on his overall black hair falling on top of his long eyelashes had you giggling over how drop-dead gorgeous he was. It had you wondering if you could have him fall for you? Chase after you? Or send you a dozen messages telling you how much he’s dying to see you?

A game, a challenge you were so up to engulfed your veins with burning passion and excitement as you slowly tap the matching button. Surely, it won’t be that serious, right?

"Where do you want me?"

"Here? There? Down here? Or.." He lowered his chin above your tummy, his tongue licking down in an agonizing slow speed. Lifting his fluttering eyelashes up to yours—his doe eyes crinkling into crescents like a starving child along with the beads of sweat down the sides of his forehead, he blew down your tummy, "Inside you?"

A child-like giggle causing your stomach to crumble.

The sight of you under him; him on his knees spread apart as your right leg on top of his left arm, fingers circling your cloth clit. Your left leg raised above his other leg, while his right arm reached up to push his thumb inside your mouth, circling it around your wet tongue and against your inner flesh cheeks.

"Honey, if I am sick then what are you?"

"W-what?"

"Have you forgotten once again? That none of this would ever happen if you weren't bold enough to fool someone?" He exaggerates the last words of his string sentences, "Yet you did. So who's fault was it?" his eyes now red from tearing up as if he was so hurt, as if he was so in pain uttering each word.

"You." you drowned in the sense of guilt as he put his arms below your legs, lifting you up with ease.

"W-what are you-" your back came into contact with the cold marble ground, realising that he put you in front of the holy statue, the lit up candles shining against the edges and curves.

"You're insane! You're insane!" you screamed like a broken radio, going on rampage as you hit him repeatedly. "G-god, help me."

You broke down as he lowered himself down on you. Wrapping his long fingers around your wrist, cold brick met your fingers as he restrained it on the floor.

"You don't fucking realise how it pains to realise that you got fooled! Dumb, I was? Maybe, to know that the image I've fallen for was fake, it's so painful." he cried, making your eyes widened. "My life seems to break apart, but t-then.. your sister appeared." Heeseung's whimpers turned to a dark giggle, "Of course, I thought it was her but how she acts, how she talks was nothing close to you. But how foolish, your phone. You didn't expect that, didn't you?"

"The picture you sent me, that picture of your phone. I saw her using it. That's when I realised that you were around her."

Lips brush against your neck, ultimately sucking it causing an inaudible sound consuming the holy space. Moaning in utter pain, he didn't stop at all.

He sucked every edge of your form, skin to skin, leaving nothing on your skin untainted, professing his love at each and every turn.

You sniffed as the beads of tears dripped down your eyelashes to your rosy cheeks, forcing you to feel the atrocities done by the male on top of you.

He caressed your hand against his cheek, acting like a mad starving dog. "Please, please look at me."

"Fuck, fuck. To touch you like this, is all I want." he stuttered, ears flushed red. His long fingers slipped under your back, pulling the rattling zip down as shivers run down your spine as his finger ghosted below your hips.

"Bought this pretty wedding dress for my girl, too bad I'd have to take it off." He ripped it apart, a stark contrast from his gentle tones. "I can buy you another one, though. That time, I'll watch as you pick."

"I d-don't want this." you pleaded one more time.

"No, hush.. I could buy you a thousand wedding dress, why not? I could marry you as many times as I want, everything with you felt so exhilarating like it's my first time!"

Heeseung took your hands in his, clutching it tightly within his fingers—bringing it to his lips to press a kiss laced with utter affection.

Your tear-stained eyes watched his form as he brought his head down again, kissing and devouring every part of you. Your eyes rolled at the back of your head, your back arching deeply to his given-pleasures.

He pulled your garments down. At this point, your lower body had gone limp and enveloped with the remaining euphoria of his previous acts. You felt your panties being tug down to your knees, stuck for a couple of seconds and your eyes fell on the man who has his eyes ogling at your naked body which cause your face to get heated up. You wanted to resist but your veins were on scorching in fire, unable to think of anything but of his touches.

“You are so fucking breathtaking, my love.” he sang on and on through the dust particles swaying above the ceiling. Your ears met the cinkling sound of belt being undone, and garments falling on the floor. “How can you look so innocent with such fucked up eyes?” he breathe out, shaking his head as he lowered himself down. The tip of his cock brushing against your entrance causing you to gasp, beyond frightened of what was to come.

Tears dripping down your cheek from the corner of your eyes, glistening your eyelashes as you plead one last time to him, shaking your head slightly. “Please.. Please don’t.”

You look so fucking adorable with those glistened pretty eyes, Heeseung laid his hand beneath your lower back, stroking his finger in circular patterns as if to soothe you. “I’ll be gentle. I swear. I’ll make you feel good. You’ll love it.” He kept repeating like a broken mantra.

Time ticking so frighteningly slow for you as you watched it from the bed, your legs and arms chained with a metal to the wall—a stark contrast to the silk sheets beneath your skin. It feels like hell hushing you back to lullaby.

A dollhouse, he made for you.

“Aw, aren’t you such a crybaby?” He cooed at your crying form. Fuck, he thought. You look so damn adorable with all that tears streaming down your rosy cheeks, despite him not having the heart to see you cry. It won’t be that bad to have you cry a bit, isn’t? He brushed your hair down as you cried to him endlessly throughout the night, begging for him to let you go, begging for him to give him your freedom back.

But what is.. Freedom?

Today you broke the rule again, trying to pick the door’s lock. He just had to think of what to do with you, not wanting to risk scaring you anymore. He intended to be strict but as lenient as possible, so it would make you at ease even for a tad bit. But can’t you just be a bit more obedient? Does he need to be a little stricter? Heeseung tilted his head in a little irritation, sighing before crouching to your form on the floor. “Get up, wouldn’t want you to get dirty, aren’t we, love?”

“Eat.” Heeseung places his chin on his hand as he watches you eat, observing your beauty that never fails to captivates him. He giggled at the thought that he’s sure as strong as hell to control himself from taking you once again.

The calendar on the table marks the second week of you and him together in this little playhouse.

“Pick a dress, love." Heeseung spun around, pulling the closet open. “You had no idea how long it took me to pick every dress for you.

"Where do you think you're going, love?"

“Love, it’s time to go home.”

Love, love, love. Your head consumed by this so-called love he claimed he had for you. But what is love? What kind of love is this?

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[charlesslut16]

-Snowy airports-

summary : you meet lewis at a snowy airport...

PAIRING : lewis hamilton x reader

WARNINGS : none

note : i hope you like this one because it is a bit longer, lovies!

december masterlist ; masterlist 

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If somebody had asked you if you liked airports, you would probably say no. They were just too noisy, too crowded and too busy for you to come down for a minute or two.

The amount of people shuffling by racing against the clock to get through the check-in process, going through machines and being oddly searched and do not forget the racial bias and prejudice involved with that — but it’s always “just doing our jobs.”

And now your departure was already off to a bad start since you were rushing to get to your late-night flight just for it to be delayed not once but twice with no answers on the second.

Usually there would be fewer people flying at night and the airport was almost peaceful, you liked it that way, since you were a little child until now that you were an adult.

Until there was a final announcement by 2am that your flight was completely cancelled due to plane issues and a severe snow storm heading the way you came from.

You tried to be as understanding with the workers who were under a lot of stress themselves and had no fault on the cancellation of the flight themselves as you could be.

A small snort broke your attention from thinking. At first, you wanted to ignore the sound coming from the side, but after you were interrupted you lifted your head to see a man

A man with dark braided hair, a jacket and a gray scarf around his neck and with large hands resting against his knees. His ink colored eyes were set on you and didn’t falter as you met his gaze.

You quirked up a brow, your facial expression saying, ‘what’s funny?’

He raised his hands, sending a small smile your way, “I don’t mean to laugh at you, but I figured you got tired of sitting on those god-awful chairs as much as I did—1000 hours ago.”

The young man was sitting against the cool windows while the airport was surprisingly nauseously warm.

You hummed lightly, and the both of you talked some more. It was as if it had clicked instantly between the two of you. As if you had known each other your whole lives. The last sentence was you talking about your jobs.

“No, I’m a f1 driver, and what are you? I was going with dopey the dwarf based on how your beanie is positioned on your head—a cute one, though.”

At the thought of a f1 driver, you were curious. Maybe you knew him from the internet, but you couldn't be sure, you were never a fan of cars, but maybe you would watch it just for him.

You gasped, “or maybe that’s a cover-up because you secretly think I’m a drug dealer, Mr. Not so bad looking f1 driver.”

To anyone else, this might have looked like flirting, but honestly, you didn’t think too much of it. You were not responsible for what came out of your mouth when you were half awake.

The man tilted his head at that, finding it fair, but he didn’t think too much of you yet. You were just another poor soul that was stuck here at this airport for who knows how long

“So tell me, stranger who’s a driver, what do you like about driving?”

And that brought up a whole lengthy conversation that had you nodding your head and humming along. This was evident that the stranger with the dark gorgeous eyes was super passionate about what he did and that was admirable.

Fortunately, the man he worked for sounded like a super nice guy, you did not, but you have to do what you have to do to survive sometimes. He knew what he wanted, and it seemed like he’s known for a while when it came to driving.

 However, you could sense some frustrating behind that profession. You, on the other hand? It took you much longer to figure it out until you landed a job. It was almost fairy tale like.

 Just like you bonding with this man who didn’t seem like a creep to you, and you hoped you didn’t sound crazy to him, but he engaged in contact with you first so who cares.

Eventually, the both of you found yourselves sitting beside one another, shaking hands and introducing yourselves as the conversation flowed.

“What’s in London for you?”

“Work,” you automatically answered and then shared a laugh, “how boring of me, I know. But it’s not only work, my friends and apartment too. Half of my life is there, really.”

“Where’s the rest of it?”

You exhaled, “still trying to find it mostly, but if you mean physically? Also, Seattle and California. As you can see, London and Seattle seem to be winning.”

It was Lewis’s turn to hum, “life has a funny way of showing you where you need to be.”

You leaned your head back against the cool glass as you smirked, “is that your way of telling me I should stay because of you, Mr. driver model man.

“No, of course not. I wouldn’t object if you did, however.” 

He stated at you seriously before the both of you laughed once again. Everything seemed to be more funny when the winter sun said goodbye for the night, like in a fairy tail.

“And I’m not just saying that. As corny as it may seem, I do believe that things happen for a reason, and we were meant to meet tonight.”

You snorted, feeling as if you knew most of Lewis Hamilton already too in just these short few hours. He knew just a bulk of info about you too and that felt like enough, shockingly.

They say you know when you encounter other human beings, that they were meant to enter your life and Lewis l already said he believed in reasons, so did you, sometimes.

Sooner than later, you were the very few that made pillows out of your belongings and laid your heads beside each other on opposite sides. You let out a yawn, tossing an arm over your eyes

Soon the conversation slowed and became hushed whispers as the airport seemed to shift to cold temperature now which made you unintentionally shuffle closer to the man next to you

The stranger in the airport’s voice became deeper as each minute ticked by, and it provided a soothing warmth by your ear, you never has with any other man by your side.

However, the both of you had your attention turned to the snowflakes that whirled into the night sky, and that added to the contentment the both of you felt on this challenging night.

When you were shaken by an employee who told you that the airport was now offering the luxury boarding rooms as a complimentary stay for the remaining few of you until the storm fully came and went or until you were able to get the hell out and go elsewhere, you realized there was something sticking to your face.

A post it that read: didn’t want to wake the pretty beauty, had a friend get me before it got too bad. Check your phone and I’ll see you in London sometime ;)

Followed by a little doodle that looked very much like you with a saggy beanie signed with Lewis’s signature, this looked like elegant chicken scratch really, but it made you smile nonetheless.

Maybe you were meant to meet him, at this airport and on this day, You never really believed in coincidences, but maybe now you would start believing in them some more.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Ror fam with their now adult child that's about to get married, but on the day of the wedding their spouse to be ends up getting cold feet and runs away. Poor kid is going to be utterly heartbroken......

What lovely angst this is~ I couldn’t stop thinking about it when my insomnia wouldn’t let me sleep last night. Picture below of the wedding dress for this HC.

-It was a day your family had been dreading for a long time coming, your wedding day.

-You were their precious little princess, having adopted you when you were only a child, raising you with so much love and care and you returned it, they never wanted to lose you.

-When you first started going out with your boyfriend, there were many who were against it, as they saw him as taking you away from them, while others were a bit more lenient, making a promise to themselves if he hurt you, he would die.

-Those who opposed your relationship became more anguished when you announced your engagement to one another, upset that they didn’t do more to keep you from leaving them.

-They didn’t want to hurt you, they never wanted to hurt you, many silent prayed for your stupid fiancé to do something that would make you leave him.

-However, as your family, until you made that decision on your own, they were going to support you with this venture.

-Your wedding was going to be on the beach, at a beautiful resort, in a giant room with floor to ceiling French doors that led to a balcony overlooking the ocean.

-Your dress was beautiful, flowing and light chiffon, you looked like a fairy. Eve, despite not wanting to lose you, was gushing in your room where she was helping you get dressed, while your bridesmaids were in the next room over.

-Your bridesmaids were Goll, who had ugly cried when you asked her, and your fiancé’s sister, while your maid of honor was your best friend, F/N.

-You felt nervous as the ceremony drew closer and you were waiting for Jack to come and get you, as he had won rock paper scissors months ago against all of you other father and brotherly figures of your massive family, but as you sat in your room, you grew concerned when he was over a half hour later.

-You grabbed your bouquet, sunflowers and red roses and headed down to the venue, but you grew concerned, your eyebrows furrowing as you heard loud shouting.

-The room froze when you entered, your family’s eyes all went wide, seeing you in your wedding gown, you looked like an angel.

-The room was divided, your massive family and friends, other gods and warriors from Valhalla, on one side and your fiancé’s on the other, but your fiancé and F/N were both missing, confusing you, “What’s going on?”

-His mother glared at Brunnhilde, who had been shouting with her, and the valkyrie turned, “Y/N, it seems that F/N and that bastard of a fiancé of yours have been having an affair for over three years now.”

-You froze, eyes going wide as your bouquet slipped from your hands, “What?”

-His family was just as furious, his mother turning on you, “He was supposed to get married to you first, then divorce you and take all your money, then he and F/N were going to get married and live comfortably along with us. Those two would be taken care of since you’re such a cash cow with your loaded family. But that idiot son of mine decided to run off with F/N before he could marry you!”

-The tears easily came but didn’t fall as you processed this, F/N and B/N had been seeing each other behind your back for years now, and his family knew about, keeping it from you, as they liked her more than they liked you.

-They were only going to use you for your money, which you had a ton of yourself that you earned on your own, not even counting your family around you.

-Your throat clenched as you tried to not cry, “You knew about this? You let him lead me on for years just for my money?!” their cold eyes, showing no remorse, broke your fragile little heart.

-She went to yell at you for disrespecting her, but Brunnhilde spoke, her voice and eyes like ice, “If you yell at my Y/N, I will not hesitate to remove your head from your shoulders, bitch.” His mother instantly shut up, feeling the wave of fear wash over her.

-Goll and Eve were quick to come over to you, as your eyes went dim, breaking mentally and emotionally as his family were all furious, demanding to be compensated for wasting their time with this wedding as their plan had fell through and were left with nothing.

-Zeus was the one to speak next, mocking them, “Ho-ho~ you want us to compensate you when it was your child who ruined your plans. That seems like a you problem. Go to him if you want your precious money back.”

-This caused more arguing, back and forth before his sister spoke like this situation was no big deal, “Just get over it Y/N, you’ll forgive him like you always do when he comes crawling back like he always does.”

-You were in tears, having slid to your knees, Eve kneeling beside you, your head in her chest as you couldn’t comprehend, “He-he lied…they all lied…”

-You family was furious, seeing you in such a state as Hercules spoke, glaring down at his sister, “Liars will only make more liars.”

-His father went to say something, but Odin spoke first, the air growing cold as he slowly let his aura out and soon a dark aura was surrounding everyone in your family, “You mortals have seem to have forgotten that we are gods. Gods that you have disrespected and insulted with your words and actions. You have insulted our child.”

-His family were very quick to sober up, as they knew that with you married into their family, the gods and warriors wouldn’t do much, they had no such connection now, and now realized that their actions have made several of the strongest gods and warriors in history very, very mad.

-His mother was quick to scream out your name, begging you to stop them, but Eve spoke, her eyes cold, “Why would she help someone who has lied to her for years and backstabbed her on her wedding day?”

-His family were very quick to change their tune, trying to kiss ass and beg for their forgiveness, other bold ones trying to go after you, to make them stop.

-The door behind you burst open and attention turned to the door; your teary eyes went wide, seeing F/N and B/N struggling in the arms of Thrud and Raiden, who you hadn’t realized was missing until you saw the two of them.

-Raiden’s eyes hardened, seeing you there and in tears, while Thrud’s eyes softened, seeing you upset before they threw the offenders down in between the two families before Thrud kneeled next to you and Goll, as you were both crying.

-His family was quick to start shouting at him and F/N, for ruining the plan they had all been working on for years, now because of it, they were going to lose out on all of the money that they had been planning on living on to live plush and cushy lifestyles.

-F/N and B/N were quick to turn to you, seeing that you were there, you would help them, right?

-Raiden swept you up into his arms, holding you with one arm, keeping you away from them as they tried to go for you, trying to tell you that this was just a bit elaborate joke, a big prank for the wedding.

-His family was quick to join in, trying to laugh it off, but Nikola spoke, “May I have everyone’s attention!” everyone looked at him as he pulled out a remote, a projector playing, showing pictures of the two of them over the years they had been going behind my back, “Here they are at your twenty third birthday part Y/N, this selfie was taken behind Buddha’s tree.”

-The pictures were damning, showing that this wasn’t an elaborate prank, they had been sneaking around, even while you were in the same area, like they got a thrill off trying not to get caught while being so close.

-You had touched Raiden’s chest gently during the pictures and he sat you down, but kept his hand on your shoulder, while you watched the pictures showing their affair, even up to this morning, F/N in her bridesmaid dress.

-They were shouting, trying to claim that those pictures were private, trying to save their lie before all attention turned to you.

-B/N tried to approach, but a growl from Lu Bu halted him in his tracks as he struggled to speak, “Y/N, I-I didn’t…” his voice trailed off as your eyes, usually so gentle and full of life, were dull and broken, saying nothing.

-He begged you to say something and F/N was begging you to forgive her and the froze as a tear slipped down your cheek, one that seemed to infuriate your family even more.

-After a moment you finally spoke, “What? You two expect me to just say I forgive you, and we forget this whole thing happened? You both used me! You all used me-lied to me! Why should you be given forgiveness?” your voice started weak but grew in anger as you called his whole family out as liars, but then it broke as more tears fell.

-Eve cupped your cheeks gently as you broke down, shoulders shaking, trying to wipe your tears away, “Oh Y/N, shh don’t cry. You don’t have to explain anything to them.”

-Adam then spoke, his voice seemed to chill everyone, even those of your family, “Eve, take Y/N back to her room.” Eve nodded and Goll and Thrud went with you.

-You ignored the screams and demands of your ex-fiancé and ex- best friend and his family as the door closed behind them.

-You couldn’t hear any screams, because Odin and Beelzebub put up wards that blocked off all sound in the room and blocked the windows, so none could see in.

-It was hours later before you calmed down, Eve, Goll, and Thrud helping you wash your face of your pretty make up, brushed out you hair, and helped you out of your wedding dress.

-You loved your dress, even if you weren’t getting married, treating it carefully, holding it in your lap, feeling the soft material beneath your fingers.

-Eve, seeing your love for the dress, spoke gently to you, “We can dye it, if you want to? It is a pretty dress and would make a lovely summer dress if you changed the color.” She saw just a bit of light appear in your dull eyes, as you liked that idea.

-Thrud had left, just for a bit, returning with food and water for you, as you had been crying so much, the three of them gently encouraging you to eat while the rest of your family had to clean up the venue hall after making a mess, which wasn’t hard to do with a bit of magic.

-As your family and friends from Valhalla had rented out the resort for the wedding, as well as the rooms, which meant that his family was in another hotel nearby, they didn’t want to give up this lovely beach resort vacation, even if it was only for a few days.

-You were quiet and despondent from everyone, allowing yourself to be pulled by Goll who held your hand, trying to make you feel better by getting you ice cream or taking you down to the beach.

-Your family hated seeing you like this, the guilt inside them gnawed at them, as they felt at fault for not noticing this sooner, they could have saved you from heartache if they had paid more attention to your scumbag of an ex and friend.

-When you had looked around, worried that he and his family was still around, Loki, who had stolen you away from Goll, walking with you down the beach, told you that they had made them all leave and to never contact you again.

-You didn’t question him, accepting his words as the truth, as you knew they wouldn’t lie to you, not like this, they would lie to you in the way of that they would deny knowing who ate your ice cream that you had been saving.

-Adam held you when you couldn’t sleep, much how he used to when you were still a child, soothing you to sleep, he hated seeing you crying, they all did, each having spent time trying to calm you down during this mini vacation.

-You whispered up to him, reminding him of when you were little, speaking like a scared child, “Did-did I do something wrong…to-to make them do this to me?” your voice was so soft and meek, it made his blood boil that you had been hurt so badly.

-He squeezed you, hugging you to him, he heard your soft sigh of content, warm and safe in his embrace, “No Y/N, you weren’t the one who did anything wrong. You were perfect. They were the ones who were wrong, they hurt you, and nobody is allowed to hurt you.”

-You smiled softly before you started to doze off, which he saw and he held you until you were asleep, stroking your hair gently.

-Nobody would ever hurt you again.

[sehetep-shenwer]

Children of Kemet Episode Synopses!

Emhotep y'all!

I am so excited to share with you the basic elevator pitches of each story from my Children of Kemet series! I am almost done working out some more of the overall story bible so once that is done, I will post a poll where your votes will determine which story gets written first. Anyways, here they are!

The Lioness Who Couldn’t Roar

Being a military brat isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be, especially for the shy yet strong Setra, a (lioness). She trains long and hard to become a part of the Daughters of Sekhmet, a force of fierce warriors who are devoted to the war Goddess and dedicated to protecting Egypt either as skilled healers or formidable fighters. But with her short temper, reserved attitude, and overwhelming pressure from her mother, a former Daughter of Sekhmet, Setra will come to find she is meant for more than just sparring in temples and learning fire magic.

The Crocodile Who Couldn’t Swim

The Nile is a paramount place for all of Egypt’s people, especially for the timid and curious Qaha, a (crocodile). Only problem is that he can’t swim, which makes him stand out in a crew of treasure hunters who dive into the Nile and search for sacred artifacts in order to preserve Egypt’s history in honor of the powerful God, Sobek. However when he and his crew are commissioned for their greatest expedition yet, Qaha will not only find himself thrown into the deep end of Egypt’s mystical waters, but his own destiny as well.

The Woman Who Couldn’t Say No

To be an orphan raised by worshippers of the love goddess, Bastet, is both a blessing and a curse for the innocent and agile Mayet, a human. A blessing to essentially have multiple caring mothers and playful sisters but a curse to preach Bastet’s love and warmth in a city that crawls with characters whose intentions are anything but pure. Mayet may have a heart of gold like Bastet Herself, but she will soon find out she’ll need to invoke the protective wrath of the feline Goddess as well.

The Falcon Who Couldn’t Fly

Serving royalty in the form of craftsmanship would be the dream of any Egyptian, though that might not be the case for the insecure but selfless Nebkhau, a (falcon). Unfortunately, Nebkhau broke his wings as a child while helping his father, a patriotic architect, but that hasn’t stopped him from continuing to help build impressive statues in honor of the sky god, Horus. However, when some workers mysteriously vanish, Nebkhau will have to spread his broken wings in the face of an unexpected foe that’s been hidden in plain sight.

The Sha Who Couldn’t Change

It’s one thing to be ridiculed for resembling the god of chaos, Set, but it’s another thing when one’s grandmother still worships the false god, Aten, and that’s what the stubborn and scrupulous Sha, Zutekh, has to his name. Living in a city that worships Horus, Zutekh tries to be as orderly as possible to avoid his strict grandmother but ends up getting into trouble with his best friend, a mischievous dwarf named Hedju who serves the fertility god, Bes. But when fate calls from the desert in the form of a group of Set worshippers known as "The Red Ones", Zutekh must escape his pedantic prison of a home and face the eye of an unpredictable storm to realize his true potential.

The Jackal Who Couldn’t Bite

The mummification process is a difficult one for Degem, a clumsy but careful jackal, and it doesn’t help when he’s gifted with a connection to the dead. During the day he assists with mummufying corpses but at night he releases ghosts to the guidance of Anubis, the God of the dead. Little does Degem know that his routine is about to change when his most recently wrapped clients start to walk around on their own as harbingers of demonic forces that transcend the boundaries between life and death.

[jeannefostergoriot]

Family Line by Conan Gray X Fitz Vacker

(How didn’t I think of it sooner?)

« My father never talked a lot »: Alden… isn’t really open. Like. I doubt any of his kids, and even Della, ever knew what was happening, what he was doing, even when they were on missions.

« He just took a walk around the block »: keuf. That’s the secret missions. For the Council and for himself. That a kid can’t understand.

« Till all his anger took a hold of him, and he’d hit »: so. As I said for Driver’s Seat analysis, I doubt the cracks and the emotions go out as anger in the Lost Cities. Though it could happen, adding to the guilt that broke his mind. Yeah. Alden probably screamed. Criticized harshly without realizing. That’s the blows.

« My mother never cried a lot »: Della always stayed in the shadows. She says it herself, she isn’t known as standing up.

« She took the punches but she never fought »: that is about how Della never corrected Alden’s favoritism. She just compensated by caring more for Alvar and Biana.

« Till she said “I’m leaving and I’ll take the kids”, so she did »: that’s book 4. That’s Della joining the Black Swan.

« I say “They’re just the ones who gave me life” »: Fitz all throughout Flashback. Standing against his parents. Protesting.

« But I truly am my parents’ child »: but he can never undo the pressure, the legacy. Even his name, Fitz, that means « son of ». He’s what the Vackers made him.

« Scattered cross my family line »: the way the Vacker family is exploded. The ancestors. Alvar by the Neverseen. Alden and Della never truly close to their kids. Biana and Fitz raised in competition.

« I’m so good at telling lies »: he’s good at dissimulation, at tricking the world to appear fine.

« That came from my mother’s side »: dunno if Della lies. Probably yes. And she always gives the impression to be pretty delicate beauty, when she’s clearly a fighter (cf her registry pages in Unlocked)

« Told a million to survive »: not to survive but to keep the appearances up. Everything’s fine. There is no reason to worry.

« God, I have my father’s eyes »: Fitz has always been perceived as perfect heir. Miniature Alden.

« But my sister’s when I cry »: the fact that, with everything collapsing, Fitz and Biana grew closer throughout the series.

« I can run, but I can’t hide, from my family line »: that is the feeling that whatever he does, he will always be a Vacker. Seen as royal perfection.

« It’s hard to put it into words, how the holidays will always hurt »: it’s hard to admit in Glitter City that it’s not really perfect, expressing that is something they’ve never been taught.

« I watch the fathers with their little girls, and wonder what I did to deserve this »: I think I remember Fitz voicing that. Voicing that he doesn’t know why he is there, treated with so much respect and admiration and feeling so out of place.

« How could you hurt a little kid »: how could you turn me into a simple puppet and forget I have an identity ?

« I can’t forget, I can’t forgive you »: that’s to the whole family tree. The old ones that passed down the pressure and perfection-expectations for centuries.

« Cause now I’m scared that everyone I love will leave me ». This line is about how Fitz doesn’t know how to love. How to be stable. How to live.

« All that I did, I tried to undo it »: that he tried. Being perfect representation of the system? He joined the rebellion. Hurting Sophie and mistrusting her? He went through the whole process of Inquisition and accepted Sokeefe. Making Biana feel invisible? He talked with her in Flashback.

« All of my pain and all your excuses, I was a kid but I wasn’t clueless »: how living in both worlds made him stranger to everything, how he felt something was wrong with the missions, how he just wanted to make Alden proud.

« Someone who loves you wouldn’t do this »: to the system. To all the girls flirting with him without knowing. To his parents not understanding his fears.

« All of my past, I tried to erase it »: killing Alvar as erasing the pain. Joining the Black Swan as erasing the pressure. He is a runaway boy too, but it shows less.

« But now I see, would I even change it? »: I think he can learn to think like this. To be satisfied.

« Might share a face and share a last name, but we are not the same »: now. By Stellarlune, he knows. He knows he can have an identity and not be a copy of his father. He can not make the same mistakes.

[thecatundertheladder]

In your au where Garmadon is the son of the Overlord, would you say the plot changes a lot or not too much? You say it's a happy AU but how much? Like, does the overlord know? Would he care for Garmadon or just use him? Does the Great Devourer bite still happen? In the case it did or almost did, was it intentional like an attempt for Garmadon to embrace evil? Maybe for the Overlord to get him back? Would he even try to get him back? If he did, how would the FSM feel? Does Garmadon know he's biologically the Overlord's son? Like, eventually he would have to know but how? Does the FSM tell him? When? Or does he find out some other way? How does he feel about that? I'm assuming he chooses to ignore the prophecy but how does/did it make him feel?

Thank you much for asking!!! This was super fun to write.

The plot doesn't change much for the first few seasons. While I haven't ironed out any details yet, I can tell you that things will definitely start to change around season eight.

It's a happy au in that Garmadon and the First Spinjitzu Master managed to overcome the prophecy through the power of love, i.e. the FSM managed to parent him so well that Garmadon saw no reason to kill him, even after he found out.

When the venom started to overtake Garmadon completely, the First Spinjitzu Master decided to go into a magical sleep and lock himself in a tomb so that Garmadon wouldn't be able to find him. The tests were designed so that the Overlord, possessing Garmadon's body, wouldn't be able to get past. It's also why Wu had a secret message about how to find it whereas Garmadon did not.

The Overlord does not care for Garmadon, and only ever had him so he could raise another weapon again the First Spinjitzu Master. It took a long time for the Overlord to recover from his defeat, so by the time he could send his conscience out to the East Island Garmadon had already found out about his birth parent, and already didn't care about it. The Great Devourer bite was a way to try and influence Garmadon back over to his side and fufill the prophecy, it didn't work.

Garmadon always knew he was adopted. He didn't find out who his birth parent was until soon after Wu was born. Now, you might think that that is way too early for a child to find out that their birth parent is their dad's arch nemesis, but FSM never saw any point in hiding it. Their thought process was that hiding it would only make things worse when he found out.

The thing is FSM is an extremely powerful god, to the point where their thoughts can occasionally influence reality. FSM loved Garmadon to the point where Garmadon actually ended up with dragoni traits and instincts. So while Garmadon was upset when he found out, he at least still had the physical proof that FSM loved him as his own and didn't care who his father was.

But while Garmadon knew who his birth parent was, he didn't find out about the prophecy until the snake bite happened. After Garmadon had recovered from the illness caused by the bite, he asked why this had happened to him. And so the FSM told him. He explained the prophecy, but he also explained that, while extremely difficult and rare, it is possible to defy fate. He told Garmadon that the bite was most likely a way for the Overlord to make sure the prophecy would happen, and that if the Overlord was resorting to trickery, it meant that Garmadon was succeeding in defying fate, even subconsciously.

Garmadon, as you can imagine, was not happy. He isolated himself from both Wu and the First Spinjitzu Master, refusing to leave his room or even eat. As a spirit-god, the lack of food didn't affect Garmadon the way it might of a mortal child, but it still wasn't good for him. So after a few days of allowing him to process his emotions, FSM broke into Garmadon's room to feed him, and have a chat with him. The FSM told Garmadon that they knew what they were getting into when they adopted Garmadon, and that while they didn't believe Garmadon would kill them of his own violation, they always knew there was a possibility, and that they loved him regardless. FSM told Garmadon very explicitly that he didn't care that Garmadon was destined to kill him, and that he shouldn't think about it, or try and find a way to prevent it, as that often makes prophecies worse.

Fortunately, that helped, and with the help of a mind healer in the First Realm (Oni therapist) Garmadon eventually got over it. To the point where he would occasionally make shitty jokes about it ("I will kill you if we don't get dessert tonight" "who's going to make dessert for you in the future if you kill me?"). Wu actually found about the prophecy because Garmadon made a joke about it but that's for another post.

Hopefully that answered all your questions but if I missed anything let me know!

[welldonebeca]

prayers and stitches

On the night their family turns upside down, Laenor has two very important conversations: one with Jacaerys, the other with Daemon. . . . "I love Rhaenyra." Laenor couldn’t hold himself back, his lips moved faster than his mind. “Like you loved my sister?”

“Dad?”

Laenor raised his head from his phone, Joffrey’s text an appearing and disappearing bubble as he seemed to be processing the whole incident.

He hadn’t even processed it fully yet.

Leave it to Daemon to come around and mess things up to the point the whole family shifted – again. It was like a curse, every time he stepped into Westeros, something happened to change the status quo forever; he could never leave things the way they always were.

"Yes?" Laenor set his phone down.

It was a big hotel suit, but the girls had chosen to share a bed, and his oldest boys were in the same room, but Luke was still in the hospital. In their last call, Daemon had said he was clinging to Rhaenyra the whole time during her own examination, which meant the doctors had to work on both at once, but he never said anything was irreversible.

Jace walked over, barefoot and looking utterly drained, as any child should never be. It had to be excruciatingly tough for him. They had informed Jace and Luke about the divorce just a day after they'd signed the papers, and merely a week later, Rhaenyra and Daemon had decided they would marry each other and live in Valyria. That had been just three days ago!

His oldest son came to a stop in front of him, and Laenor could see how red his face was from crying. Poor Jace – he didn't deserve this much stress.

"I..." Jace mumbled, fidgeting with his hands. "I didn't mean to hurt Aemond."

Laenor exhaled slowly.

He didn’t even know how that had all started.

Their family, their bloodline, was a mess.

“I know, son,” he assured him. “I don’t think anyone intended for tonight to go how it did.”

Rhaenyra and Daemon had initially planned just to inform Viserys that they were relocating to New Valyria and getting married. If it had been up to Laenor, he would have kept the kids on Dragonstone or Driftmark, but Rhaenyra was insistent on bringing them along. And now her arm was slashed, Luke's nose was broken, and Aemond had lost a fucking eye!

Jace moved to his lap and curled around him like a baby, and Laenor embraced him close. It was probably so scary for him to go through that.

He rubbed his back as he cuddled.

"Is Mum going to be alright?" Jace asked, his voice so small and soft that it was nearly muffled.

“Yes,” he told him, not even thinking about his answer. “Daemon called and said the doctors are taking good care of her. She just needs some stitches, she’ll be back soon.”

Alicent was mad, she had to be. To attack Rhaenyra like that, hurt her so carelessly…

People died from wrist injuries! And a broken sword?!

She could have severed an artery, cut a nerve or tendon!

This was aggravated assault, or potentially even worse!

If Daemon decided to share his side of the story, Laenor knew they could push for a charge of attempted murder.

“It’s my fault,” Jace spoke, sounding so sad it almost broke him.

Laenor looked at his son, searching for his face, but Jace remained still, trapped in his sorrow and hiding.

“I prayed to the gods that something happened so we wouldn’t have to move,” he sniffed. “And that mum wouldn’t date uncle Daemon any more.”

He exhaled slowly. Oh, dear, his sweet son.

“Jace...” he spoke slowly. “Sometimes...”

Laenor paused.

He believed in the Valyrian gods and had passed on those beliefs to his sons. That's why he had never married Rhaenyra in a traditional ceremony, just legally; they didn’t want it to be sealed by the gods, not when this marriage was just a legality.

Reader the rest of the story on AO3

[basorexia-formyboys]

SFW 2005

Baji×Draken Part Four

Content warnings: angst (eventual comfort), moderately detailed panic attack

Tags: @love-and-lore @savedbysinners

Draken watched Baji flatline twice before they even made it to the hospital. He rushed beside the paramedics pushing the gurney all the way to the doors of where they'd perform surgery. As soon as the black uniform clad delinquent sat, he was back to that curled position. Arms wrapped around himself tight, knees to his chest, forehead against his knees.

It looked and felt like he was trying to hide. In this moment, Draken was realizing but trying to deny how important Baji alone was to him. It felt like his entire world was at risk of shattering. Could Toman truly exist without Baji?

Could Draken exist without Baji? If he could, the blond wasn't sure life would ever be the same. Draken knew it wouldn't. Life without Baji would be so different it made Draken's body feel buzzy in the worst ways to even think about it.

"Is he okay??" Mitsuya asked while rushing into the room with Kazutora and the others on his tail. He'd made it very clear that Mikey wasn't to come at Kazutora in any way because Baji wouldn't want that. There was tension that wasn't being acted on but it quickly turned to worry about how uncharacteristic they could all immediately tell Draken was. Especially when the vice commander looked up at them and his cheeks were occupied by still falling tears.

"He–" Draken choked over the lump in his throat and his gaze shot down to the ground in shame. It almost broke him but he gulped down the emotional pain that threatened to make him cry like the terrified child he felt like. "He flatlined twice, they're doing surgery right now"

The words were audibly forced and Mitsuya was quick to walk over to Draken and take the seat beside him so he could hug Draken tight. They were all terrified but Chifuyu, Kazutora, Mikey, and Draken were by far the most scared. They all needed Baji.

It felt like hours before the 'surgery in progress' light flicked off. The doctor that came out nearly jumped at the intense focus on him but gave a short nod.

"He'll survive but he will need to stay in the hospital while he heals." With the doctor's confirmation that the fanged teen would survive, they all could've melted with relief.

"oh thank god" Draken whispered, nearly whimpered, but it was very audible in the quiet room where everyone was still processing their gratitudes to good doctors, hospitals, and modern medicine for existing. None of them blamed Draken's verbal reaction because it was the same thing they were all thinking.

"I'll be back" Draken forced out, standing before anyone could ask what he was doing or where he was going.

Just like Mikey when Draken hardly survived on August third, the taller blond was one to hide his more intense emotions. Draken couldn't remember a single time he'd cried as hard as he did when he got to the roof of the hospital. He walked to the raised walls that supported the condenser units for the ac in the hospital and he slid his back down them.

Out here, alone and without people to see or judge, Draken just broke. His shaky voice and choked out words before paled in comparison to the cries he let out now. He cried out for Baji to not scare him like that again, to not be so reckless, to survive this with no permanent damage aside from a scar.

The blond was sobbing so hard his lungs hurt and it felt like his heart was beating out of his chest. Every centimeter nerves felt electrified and it honestly felt like this was possibly the worst he'd ever felt in his life. He didn't blame Baji at all. He did blame Kazutora but couldn't do anything about it for the exact same reason Mikey couldn't, because Kazutora was important to Baji.

Important enough to die for.

Draken swore to a god he didn't entirely believe in that he would kill Kazutora himself if the gold eyed teen put Baji's life at risk again. If Baji died, Kazutora would follow by Draken's hands and only his.

Draken was ripped from his thoughts, having still been choking out cries, by Mitsuya's hand on his shoulder and a worried frown when Draken jolted hard and immediately restrained the noises of his emotional pain.

"Cry, it's okay." Mitsuya sat beside Draken and the blond immediately gave up the half-assed attempt to not sob. He cried to his sworn about everything he was feeling with no holding back.

From how he'd kill Kazutora if Baji died all the way to how deep his mind spiralled at how much it'd ruin him if he lost Baji. In Draken's mind, Baji was first, Mitsuya was second, and Mikey was third as far as most trusted people went. So he had very little hesitancy in telling Mitsuya that he felt like a scared child, like his world had been ready to shatter, that the importance Baji held in Draken's heart was on a whole different level than everyone and everything else.

"Even Emma?" Mitsuya couldn't keep the question from leaving his mouth, pastel purple eyes closely watching Draken for a response. The vice commander didn't stumble in his answer at all.

"So much more than Emma. More than her, more than Mikey, more than Toman, more than the actual world. I'd rather lose all of Shibuya than lose Baji" Draken's hands moved to wrap around his head that was forming a headache from how stressed he was and how hard he'd been crying. His face felt buzzy and that was one of many reasons he hated crying like this.

"My heart feels like it's trying to break my sternum. It wants to run to Baji and stay with him and make sure he's alive and safe. I was so fucking scared when he went and joined Valhalla, I didn't want to lose him. I can't lose him. If he had asked me to run to Valhalla with him, I think I might have." When he was with his twin dragon, Draken could remove the filter between his thoughts and his words. So he just let it all spill free for Mitsuya to help him with.

"I want to protect him from Kazutora. I want to protect him from every damn thing in this world. I want him to rely on me to be there and keep him safe if he needs it." Draken's words were shaky and tear-stained but his sobs had calmed.

Mitsuya didn't want to be amused or entertained right now, not when Draken seemed to be coming out of a panic attack, but him not wanting to didn't stop that he was. There was no doubt now that the feelings were reciprocated. He was happy for the two and now he could only gently guide them to confess.

"It sounds like you love him. Love love." Mitsuya's right hand reached out and rubbed Draken's upper back, black eyes lifting and looking to Mitsuya in confusion. The purplet could see the question swirling in those eyes. 'But what about Emma?'

"I'm not sure what you should do about Emma but it's clear that your love for Baji trumps your love for her. Even if you dated her, your love for Baji wouldn't just disappear. But it's also the same way around. But that's if your love for Emma was ever romantic in the first place." Mitsuya took pride that he could sometimes help others with their feelings even if he was lost on his own more often than not.

Draken nodded and looked at the tiles in front of him. While Mitsuya still rubbed his back, Draken's own right hand removed his hairtie and ran through his braid to undo it.

"Why the hell did I have to go falling for him? This is so fucked, he's going to hate me." Draken, now with his hair free and his right hand running aimlessly though it, was feeling that fear build up again. Would he be the one to hurt Baji, not Kazutora?

"I can promise you he won't hate you. We know Baji better than that, he wouldn't let something like this change anything." Mitsuya tried to avoid giving away Baji's love for Draken because he wanted the two to be able to confess their own feelings but it was so damn hard.

Luckily an upset Draken was a Draken that took to certain statements easily. The blond nodded and seemed to try to encourage himself to calm down. Maybe if he let himself think on a nicer path?

"Would it be cheesy to confess while burning a car with him? Or I can do it like a stupid schoolgirl and put a note in his shoe locker while he's at school, or tuck one into Peke J's collar?" Draken huffed a small laugh that was an attempt at cheering himself up. Mitsuya snerked at how dorky Draken got when he was anxious about confessing.

The talks they'd had about him confessing to Emma were never like this. Those plans were always simple. Confess with a plush gift, a rose, some piece of jewelry. Draken didn't seem to know how to do something personalized for the blond girl even with how much he knew her. His heart had never been fully into it.

"You could combine those ideas and make him go on a little scavenger hunt. You and I both know he loves playing detective. You could put a note in his locker that points him to Peke J and then have the note in the collar lead him to somewhere where you can burn a car together. You can even be super cheesy and write 'be mine?' with gasoline and light that up?" Mitsuya chuckled at the thoughts that felt like they belonged more in some rom-com that everyone hates so much that they love it.

Draken breathed a laugh and got a small smile, nodding. Mitsuya had never seen Draken the way he looked now. Those eyes shone even without the sun hitting them directly, the blond's cheeks were dusted pink, and the smile had more emotion to it than the second division captain had ever seen. Even right after crying his heart out, Draken looked like he couldn't feel lighter.

"You two are going to be an amazing couple. I call dibs on being your best man, okay? I also call dibs on making your suits or whatever you two want to wear" Mitsuya's words were lightly teasing and immediately received flustered complaints from the taller delinquent. But Draken never denied anything Mitsuya said and that made the latter happy.

"Now, should we go back to everyone? They're very worried about you." Mitsuya started standing, more saying the question to communicate what they'd be doing because he knew Draken would agree.

"Yeah, sorry for worrying you dumbasses" Draken chuckled and stood up too, not having any plans on rebraiding his hair. He put it in a loose messy bun like he wore most mornings and followed Mitsuya back into the building.

"We're the dumbasses? Says the one who didn't know he loved his first division captain" Mitsuya immediately kicked into teasing brother mode and Draken turned bright red.

"Oh fuck off, you think I don't see how you eye Hakkai? You look at him like Mikey looks at a kids meal, you're going to devour that poor guy." Draken was jokingly glaring until he made the comparison. Both went silent for a moment before breaking out in laughs despite Mitsuya realizing he was very much not subtle in his own crush. He knew Draken wouldn't go saying anything though, so he didn't exactly mind.

The two walked into the waiting area while calming their breaths from laughing and the others eased seeing Draken much calmer and eased.

"How are you?" Kazutora had been roughly pulled from his destructive delusions when he watched Baji go to stab himself. The Kazutora here was one that knew he was at fault for Shinichiro and Baji even if he wasn't entirely ready to admit it. The Kazutora here was the newest member of Toman and worried about his friend and vice commander. Draken sighed with a smile and nodded.

"I'm alright, had to deal with some shit. How are you all?" Draken was vague because he knew he couldn't hide how pink his under-eyes were. He couldn't hide the rasp to his voice and how sore his throat was from sobbing until he couldn't breathe. So he changed the focus.

Everyone was in similar but very toned-down states as Draken had been in. Of course they were hurting and scared but Baji wasn't the other half of them like he was to Draken. The vice commander nodded and took a deep breath, wondering if it'd be too much for one day if he offered to buy everyone a meal at some fast food place or cafe. Maybe even the place they ate when they first got their uniforms?

[cinnamonsikwate]

"how does that make sense, that our ancestors would give me gifts and skills to help me save my [brother], and i couldn't? why?"

thinking about how this was definitely a question young k'uk'ulkan asked his advisors (perhaps the shaman, if he was still alive) after fen's death. and their answer was most likely "only the most broken people can be great leaders" — which, if you think about it, is an awful thing to say to a child, but well! ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ then he ended up internalizing it and repeating it to shuri centuries later, foreshadowing that he would be the one to inevitably break her.

i'm almost positive that the reason he's more drawn to shuri than he is to ramonda — despite the latter being on more equal ground with him as ruler and thus in a better position to engage in negotiations — is bc he sees something of his younger, freshly grieving, more innocent self in shuri. whereas with ramonda, maybe she reminds him too much of what he lost, perhaps sparking in him an irrational jealousy that shuri — to him a version of himself — still has what he can no longer have. someone who truly knows him, knows his heart as a person and not as a god. (this is separate, but adds to, his resentment towards wakanda for having taken actions that indirectly led to the endangerment of talokan, and his jealousy that wakanda was "saved" in a way that his people were not.)

while it may seem that fen simply died of old age, the way k'uk'ulkan spoke of her implies that a broken heart, her futile longing for her old home, sped up the process. and then she makes him promise to bury her on the surface, a place he had never been to and whose dangers he had been warned of his whole life. when he goes up there, sees for himself the bloodshed and the slavery and the hate, a burning rage is born in his heart. how could this be the land that his mother so dearly loved, so much so that she wasted away for want of it, when he still needed her, needed his mother, needed her love? el niño sin amor — the child with no love. no love for the surface, for it was his mother's love for the surface world that took away her love from him.

i'm not sure if he realized what exactly would happen when he threw the water grenades into the throne room, but nonetheless, once the glass floor broke and ramonda and riri fell through — that was him challenging ramonda, making her choose: save the scientist or herself. ramonda makes the same choice he thinks fen made — the surface world (in this case, riri) over her child. shuri breaks, and right then, he thinks he has finally made her in his image — as a god, as a child without love.

but in the last moments of their battle on the beach, both their mothers appear to them. ramonda to shuri, to remind her that this blind vengeance is not who she is, that she has not been abandoned, that she was raised with love and is still capable of extending that love to others. fen to k'uk'ulkan, as an apology and a reminder to him that she never stopped loving him, that he is still capable of loving and being loved in a way that doesn't hurt.

so while we see the bigger themes of two marginalized peoples initially at odds coming together to realize that the real enemy is not each other, we also see on a more personal level two broken people coming to terms with their experiences of grief and loss, understanding where the other is coming from. (shuri doesn't have to forgive him though! as intriguing as i find k'uk'ulkan's character, a line crossed is still a line crossed.)

p.s. i'm personally of the opinion that inframundo is about fen, from k'uk'ulkan's perspective

p.p.s i want to ignore that last scene with k'uk'ulkan and namora bc whatever tf was going on there (except for the mural) makes it seem like he has not learned his lesson 🥲 (i know it's to set up future movies but i hate it!)

p.p.p.s. this was not written through a shipping lens; imo this dude needs friends, a found family, and a therapist more than he needs a love interest atm but it's whatever lol

[jimothy-hopkins]

Some Prefect HCS

Edward can play the electric guiar.

Karl has given up on life.

Max gets zero bitches.

Like he’s hallway crush cute but that’s as far and anyone goes with him.

Edwards is a model. He’s been on teen vogue and multiple runways. Plus a few billboards.

One time playing kickball in JROTC Seth and Edward collided and broke each others noses. Edward calls it the worst kiss he’s ever had.

They’ve dressed up as the Heathers + Veronica for a school character day. Seth was Chandler, Max was McNamara, Edward was Duke, and Karl was Veronica.

They’re all exhausted.

Karl is really good at playing darts.

Edward is comically un athletic. Aside from horseback riding.

Speaking of his horses Edward has gotten so many injuries in the process of retraining his mare Cruella.

Max can bench press Damon West and Ted Thompson.

Karl beat tf out of Dan cause he said “If his name starts with a K, he’s definitely gay.”

Seth is very much still on that mean girl shit.

Like good god if you’re not a prefect he wishes you’d stop breathing within a four mile radius of him.

None of them really fuck with jimmy anymore there’s no point.

Max likes to sew and tailor clothes. He also learned to knit from his grandmother.

Edward basically raises Daniel’s kids, Ben and Stacy.

Karl hates little kids with a burning passion.

Ms Peters: What would you do if there was a child-

Karl: *pushes Pedro down the fucking stairs*

Seth was king of the school at one point, before Ted took a cheap shot at him and replaced him. Then Gary and Jimmy ofc.

Edward will just casually slip the preps a $100.

He also does this to the other prefects.

Karl can’t fucking drive. Like it’s so bad we don’t know how he passed the test.

Max was a linebacker on the football team.

He also used to have a huge crush on Mandy but he overheard her shittalking him and had a breakdown.

Seth and Edward are dating and usually make out on the night patrol.

Max unfortunately had to witness it on accident.

Karl likes gardening and arranging flowers.