#we get to meet the other knights yall

[starryknight-tarot]

𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓬𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾

pile 1 -- > pile 2 pile 3 -- > pile 4

my masterlist<3 . paid readings Hello beautiful souls✨Today we will be looking what your celebrity crush would think of you if you met. This might be a little shorter cause it's just for the kicks and giggles but if you meet your celeb crush you will know how they think about you lol. Remember to meditate, take a deep breath and pick whatever pile calls to you the most. My readings are meant for everyone, no matter what sexuality or identity you are. Since this is a general reading, make sure to take what resonates and leave what doesn't.

Pile 1 Cards: The Magician rx, Page of Wands, The Hierophant, Nine of Cups, Four of Swords, Four of Pentacles, The Star, Page of Cups Back of the Deck: Knight of Cups

Pile 1, I feel like your celebrity would really appreciate you. You may have liked this person for a really long time, like before they really blew up or even since the very beginning of their career. I feel like your celebrity crush acknowledges that they won't have anything of what they have now without people like you so if you were to meet, they would be really kind to you, I even just saw the imagery of someone kissing someone's hand so they may be very polite and like prince like(?). It's really cute it got me blushing lol. I feel like this meeting would be like a dream come true for you (obviously) but I feel like they may also be pretty excited to meet you and they would just find you pretty cute. I am getting that your celebrity crush would actually really like you, I feel like you would have a really nice conversation. I am being brought to a conversation I saw between the NCT member Ten and a fan that he was talking to over video call and I remember thinking to myself while watching their conversation, "Wow they are talking to each other like they are good friends or they already knew each other well.". I feel like you could have this kind of connection with your celebrity crush. Although, I do feel like your celebrity crush won't be able to look past the fan/celebrity aspect of your relationship. They know that there is a sort of power imbalance in your relationship or it may be that you will always just see them as this celebrity that is so cool and talented, and you may struggle to see the more human parts of them. You may also be a lot younger than them and they may see you in a more youthful way. For some of you, they want you to spend a little less time focusing on them and taking some time for yourself. But overall, they seemed to think you are pretty fun.

Advice Cards:

Make your presence felt You can if you think and believe you can Remember that in universal law, all is well and fair You are wiser than you think It's time to realize the blueprint of your soul Considerable and consistent effort may now be required You are greater than your story

Channeled Songs:

Pile 2 Cards: Knight of Cups, Nine of Swords, Six of Cups rx, Ten of Cups, The Sun, The Magician rx, Eight of Swords, Three of Pentacles rx Back of the Deck: Four of Pentacles

Ngl Pile 2, I'm picking up that your celebrity crush would be a little scared of you at first. For some of yall, you may come off pretty strongly and it might throw them off but I don't think thats for everyone (if yall are into the group TXT, there was this one girl that went up to Huening Kai at a fan sign and basically started throwing compliments at him and I'm sure he was flattered but it was A LOT, to the point that Beomgyu asked if she was a rapper cause she was speaking so fast, spirit keeps showing me this so I thought I would mention it lol) I am getting that they may be a kind of shy and timid person, even if they don't really seem like it and I feel like you have a really intense personality. I don't think this is in a bad way, it may be that you are loud, talkative, or just really energetic and I feel like this is a kind of energy your celebrity crush isn't used to. Their first impression of you just might be that they are nervous around someone with so much energy. I am also picking up for some of yall they are gonna feel shy cause they find you really attractive and they are afraid of making a fool out of themselves (aye go get em Pile 2). You may also have a pretty bold appearance (unique hair, colorful makeup, tattoos and piercings) and they may make certain assumptions about you from your looks but I feel like overall they are kinda blushing from your looks Pile 2. Yeah I feel like you would make them feel self conscious. Spirit keeps telling me that they would be learning a lesson from you(?). You would teach them an important lesson to nurture your inner child and to be authentically yourself. Your celebrity crush would see you as a really successful person, someone that is living life to the fullest. They see you as very independent and capable, like you could do anything you put your mind to.

Advice Cards:

A connection needs deeper attention You can manifest your heart's desire Give up resistance in your current situation Control is an illusion. Surrender and allow the Universe to guide you You are moving beyond your old form. Congratulations! Complete the project or task. Something is calling for closure

Channeled Songs:

Pile 3 Cards: King of Wands, Three of Swords, The High Priestess, Seven of Swords, The Lovers rx, Nine of Pentacles rx, The Magician rx, Two of Pentacles, Back of the Deck: Eight of Swords

Pile 3, you would straight up remind them of their ex. That message came out the strongest as I was shuffling. Spirit is telling me it's mostly because of how you look, you have a similar face structure or hair style to someone that they used to know (wonder what the channeled song is lol). You could also resemble another celebrity or person in their life and they can't help but see you as that person, I feel like they would accidentally say that person's name to you. I feel like after getting to know you, they would be REALLY interested in you, like probably more interested in you then you are in them. Like Pile 2, I feel like they would also be pretty self conscious around you, although I feel like this would be stronger than Pile 2 because they would really want you to like them. I heard "Senpai wants you to notice him."LMAO. I'm getting that your celebrity crush would actually think about you a lot, they may even have dreams about you right now (although I am hearing some of yall have been using some spells to make them think of you so if you have, this is confirmation that it is working). Honestly Pile 3, I picking up that your celebrity crush may have a lot of internal problems that they need to work on and if you knew them personally, I would advise you to distance yourself from them to give them time to work on themselves. I don't think your celebrity crush is a bad person at all, but they do got some stuff they need to work through. I am also picking up a small energy that some of yalls celebrity crush would see you really cool and chill, specially someone they would wanna play games with.

Advice Cards:

Be sure to keep your promises, especially to yourself Reflect on the state and use of your personal energy Give up resistance in your current situation Create a plan and take the first step A connection needs a deeper attention You may need to take a break from the situation or simply take a rest Spend some time in stillness to reflect

Channeled Songs:

Pile 4 Cards: The Chariot, The Fool rx, The Empress, Two of Wands rx, The Hierophant, Ace of Pentacles, Ace of Wands, Ten of Swords rx Back of the Deck: Page of Pentacles

Congratulations Pile 4, this is the only pile I pick up on romantic feelings lmao. It's pretty cute honestly. I feel like they would be pretty awe struck by you but OH MY GOODNESS Pile 4. All piles have kinda showed signs that they would find all physically attractive but this pile is on another level. The mixer of The Hierophant and Empress, I just see straight worship for you like yall. They are on their hands and knee for yall. Spirit is telling me if they could, they would make a whole statue or painting or some shit to show off your beauty. They be simping for you Pile 4. If you were talking, their attention is ON YOU, they are listening to every words. They see you as SO talent and smart Pile 4, they would feel like you have a lot of potential to do really amazing things, they would probably do everything in their power to help you out. Although, they would feel like they won't need to do anything cause you are just so powerful. Your celebrity crush would be at a loss of words around Pile 4. I am picking up some of yall are on the shy and quiet side but they would find it really cute. A very strong message from this reading is that they wouldn't want a conversation with you to end. Spending time with you, they wouldn't wanna go home. I am feeling that if you met, they would probably make a fool out of themselves and look stupid but it would come off as kinda cute. This is actually one of those rare moments when I actually don't see any negative energy from this Pile at all, this pile has a very comforting feeling, and they would probably feel that way around you. Comfy and cozy.

Advice Cards:

You need to make the first move Change is being introduced into your life Act on what you know A powerful dream will guide you The issue at hand is about reflection. What is the mirror showing you? A change in attitude toward the greater good could be beneficial

Channeled Songs:

(really felt like I needed to add literally any song called Attention but this one felt the best with the energy of the reading)

Thanks for tuning in₊‧.°.⋆🫧•˚₊‧⋆.

[amourlyns]

hey. I already made a request, but if you have a limit you can scrap that one.

My cat has been gone for 3 days (shes never been gone this long, shes an in door cat). We just got a ton of snow and I just overheard my parents saying they think the neighbor did something to her. I've had her since I was 11 and she means so much to me. I've been having a hard time having any sort of fun with my family for the holiday season and if you could I could really use any windbreaker characters of your choice comforting reader about that scenario?

❛ HEY VENGEANCE. ❜ ➜ ⁽ masterlist ⁾

✧ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕: a jealous owen, reminding you that you’re his forever and always. after hearing a fan compliment you after one of his races.

✧ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: none

✧ 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔: owen uses a lot of praise, but he’s also getting his ego fed bc he’s a brat. insane by summer walker was on repeat ngl + imagine that one video of asap hearing riri’s laugh. 😭i’m sorry to hear about your cat!! i hope yall found her in the end. hopefully this fic helps.

⟡ ⠀ | Owen Knight is not insane, you know that and he knows that. So, why is he hearing your voice ? And why does it ring out so clearly in the stadium ? You’re supposed to be in the UK.

Korea wasn’t going to work with you schedule, he knew that and begrudgingly accepted it. So who the fuck is making you laugh and giggle like that? Yeah, he won the race but at what cost ? Where is his baby at—

There you are.

Now you don’t see him, but you could definitely feel his gaze on you, he knows you can. So why aren’t you looking at him? The race was over— and you came to Korea just for him.

So why was another man hogging your attention ? You didn’t even seem remotely interested. Your eyes eventually meet with Owen’s, a smile graces your lips. You’re already making hasty strides in his direction.

Even though all of your attention is on Owen now, his stare still lingers on the man you were talking to moments ago. Owen was always transparent about his feelings, you could read him like a book. He was vocal, and if he was thrown off by something? He would make it known.

He starts it off slow, discussing your appearance in Korea and what a lovely surprise it is, it really was of course. So there was no lie there, but he does mention the man you were talking to before.

❛ Why did you sit closer, baby? ❜ Owen pouts, jutting out his lower lip. You place a quick peck on his lips, cupping his cheeks and chuckling at his own behavior. He’s such a drama king, you’re not quite sure how you manage, especially with him.

❛ Owen, sweetheart I’m only here for you. And you only, so why are you worried? Hm? ❜ He flushes at this, maintaining eye contact. A hand reached out towards your wrist, sending soft kisses around your finger tips. ❛ I deserve all your attention, you know it. ❜

Your practically beats out of your chest, it takes you a moment to remember you two are in a very public space. And he didn’t mind the PDA at all? ❛ Owen, slow down. ❜ It comes out much more softer than intended, he stops. Looking at you with wide expecting eyes. What’s next?

❛ Did he say anything? ❜ Owen huffs, pushing further into your personal space. A smiles graced your lips at his intensity, he is so in love. Isn’t he? ❛ The guy complimented my shirt, he knew I was supporting you. ❜ You’ve obviously struck a nerve.

Owen scowls, pursing his lips at the thought of some stranger complimenting you. Despite the shirt and all. ❛ And that was seriously it? But he was staring at you for so long— ❜ Lips find purchase on his. Quickly silencing Owen in the most effective way.

He’s already asking for another by the time you’re backing up. Trailing you like a lost puppy dog. You let him, of course. Telling him to pack up so you can cuddle at home and enjoy each others company. He’s already agreeing—

[rolandtowen]

what's up nerds, new fanfiction for yall!

I went on hiatus for three years and came back with Cherik brain rot. Read it on ao3 or under the cut. Chapter two will be up shortly.

It started innocently enough. A chess game, two glasses of scotch, what could go wrong?

The topic of conversation this night was the hypotheticals of their powers.

“Do you think you could control the iron in a person’s blood?” Charles moved one of his knights forward.

Erik hummed noncommittally, moving a pawn forward one space. “I think it’s possible. I haven’t truly had the opportunity to try it.”

“But, could you sense people by their blood perhaps? Not manipulate it, but recognize it the way I recognize minds?”

Erik smirked. “That seems like something I could try without a certain someone getting mad at me.”

Charles put up his hands in mock surrender. “Not saying I want you to mess with people’s veins, but it’d be good to know in case we run into anyone else with your mutation.”

Erik knocked a rook off the board with one of his bishops. “I’ve always wondered, do people have to be alive for you to get into their minds? Hank was telling me the other day that scientists think there can be electrical activity in the brain for a few minutes after death.”

Charles scoffed. “I don’t really make a habit of trying to commune with the dead, darling.” He moved his queen. “Check.”

“Well, what if you could tell those scientists for sure? Connect with someone before they die, and see what all that activity afterwards is about?” Erik moved his king.

Charles stiffened. “I find that highly unethical.” Charles slid his rook to protect his own king.

Erik glanced up at him, gauging his emotions as he moved his last knight. “Just speaking hypotheticals, liebling. Check, by the way.”

Charles made a wasteful move with another pawn, clearly uncomfortable with Erik’s line of thought. “I wouldn’t advise any telepath to stay connected with someone during their death. I did it only once, and never again.”

“What do you mean?” Erik thought that perhaps Charles had reached out to Raven before she died, perhaps to give her some comfort.

Charles’ eyes grew hard. “When you killed Shaw.”

Erik’s hand froze in the middle of moving his rook. Charles saw his confusion immediately.

“What, did you think I was able to keep him frozen and not be connected to him telepathically?”

Erik began to feel a sinking feeling in his gut. “I guess, I thought—I thought you let go when I..”

“When you started driving a coin through his head?” Charles forcefully moved his queen forward. “Had I done that, he could have killed you.”

“So you tied yourself to a dying man?!”

“It’s not my fault you were killing him! Fucking slowly, might I add.”

What?

“You felt him die? Why didn’t you tell me?” The chess game was forgotten.

“When would I have had the time? You shot me and left with my sister.”

Charles regretted his words instantly as Erik lowered his eyes. “To be honest, Erik, I wasn’t entirely sure what happened. It took me weeks to come to terms with the fact that I felt Shaw die. No other telepath has felt another’s death, at least to my knowledge.”

Erik was quiet for a long moment, before speaking in a whisper. “Show it to me.”

“What? No!” Charles sputtered. Erik still wasn’t meeting his eye, so Charles grabbed his chin and forced him to look at him. “Erik, I am not about to force the worst pain I’ve ever felt into your mind.”

“You aren’t forcing me,” Erik countered. “I’m asking you to show me.”

“Why? So you can make some demented penance? This is new level of masochism, even for you.” Erik’s jaw clenched, but his eyes betrayed his emotion. Charles softened his grip on Erik’s chin, scraping a thumb over his cheek. It was wet. “My love, I’ve already forgiven you, for all of it.” He wanted to run his fingers through Erik’s hair, talk him down from this ledge, and forget this whole conversation.

Erik caught Charles’ hand, holding onto it like an anchor. “How am I supposed to forgive myself, Charles? When I never even knew what I did?” Erik brought Charles’ fingers up to his temple. “Show me. You carry so much of my pain, let me carry some of yours for once.”

Charles’ hand was shaking, but Erik sent a mental message, inviting him in, begging—

Please.

Charles’ answer was agony.

***

Immediately, Erik was flooded with voices.

“Now, Charles!”

“Are you okay?”

“Moira, be quiet—I can only control this man for so long.”

Erik was in Charles’ head, in his memory, yet at the same time he was in his own head, as well as Shaw’s. He could see his past self, picking up his helmet.  

“Sorry, Charles.” His own voice, haunting him.

“Erik, please—be the better man—Erik, there will be no turning back!” And just like that, the connection between them was severed as his past self donned his helmet. This was where Erik’s own memory had previously ended their conversation, but now Erik could hear every word that Charles had screamed at him, willing him not kill Shaw.

He felt Charles’ fear when his past self revealed the coin. It was like the floor dropped out from underneath Charles. Chills ran down his spine. He wanted to run, to fight, but Charles knew that if he let go, Erik could die.

For the first time, Erik could also hear Shaw. For a man who presented himself as so superior, his final thoughts were frantic and pleading.

Xavier, please, unfreeze me. Please, I can help you. I have resources, anything you want—you can have it. Please don’t let me die like this—

But overriding Shaw’s babbling was Charles, still focused on Erik, still pleading with him, despite their severed connection.

“No, please, Erik, no.” Charles’ voice was quavering but his power remained strong. Erik could see through Shaw’s eyes as the coin approached, could feel Shaw screaming, but most of all could feel Charles begging to be heard by him. “Please, Erik.”

Erik finally understood the fear. It wasn’t that Charles was so afraid of Erik killing Shaw—Charles was afraid the Erik was going to kill him.

Charles thought he was about to die, but held onto Shaw anyway.

As the coin drew nearer and nearer to Shaw, Erik could hear Charles whimper one last “please”. And then the pain started. Charles could only scream, but even in his agony, Erik could still hear him mentally calling out for him.

Erik, Erik, please, it hurts. Erik could feel Shaw’s skin splitting and his skull cracking, could feel the shards of bone impaling nerves and skin. When Erik killed Shaw, it felt like no time at all passed between the moment the coin entered his head and passed out the other side, but to Charles—this was an eternity. Erik could pinpoint the exact time Shaw’s screams finally cut out, but Shaw was still feeling, which meant Charles was too. After what felt like years, Charles’ connection to Shaw cut out, and Charles’ mind went black.

[thatdeadaquarius]

HELLO IT IS I AGAIN (Razor's mom /real)

So you know those imposters aus where characters chase the reader for being an 'impersonator'?

What if... It's a continuation from my ask (where we meet Razor first before everyone), and Razor is just confused at the patrolling knights near Wolvendom constantly asking him if he have saw 'the impostor'

Tbh he just shakes his head. Who tf is the impostor????? Wtf is an impostor???????

Many question marks later..

He had encountered an epiphany (not really it's just the Springvale ppl talking about someone copying the creator's looks).

The 'Impostor' they have been searching is you.

But you're not an impostor! Razor knows it! Andrius knows it! And with how the nature and the monster responded to you, Teyvat knows it too!

So like the good son he is, he sheltered you even more severely.

Ur not allowed to go out of his sights at this point (he'll still take you to places with many lampgrasses if you still wanna make a crown w it)

And my imagination ends there, do you think there's something else he'd do?

Ty for answering my last request btw, ur the best and I hope you get your favorite characters w one 10 pull and your desired artifacts w the best stats <3

Much love and sweets

-Razor's mom

RAZOR'S MOM!! HELLO aw im so glad u liked it :)

Srry about the late reply! 💜💜💜

Ok, so I think this is a good time to point to my shiny

Writing Requests/About Me Post I have pinned on my 👉 blog!!👈💅 taaa daaaa :) i did it guys here ya go

Yall have been GREAT so far abt keeping the requests chill and fun, and i dont have that many "Donts" that arent obvious (homophobia, transphobia, ableism,etc)

♡

Dont worry Razor Mom, i just wanted to use this as a way to talk about this!! /nm /gen

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About Imposter AU, there are plenty of other blogs/posts that write for that or posts under SAGAU tag! :)

I said wayyy earlier on in some of my first asks, but basically I really want to lighten up the Genshin SAGAU / Isekai tag and branch out from all these darker Imposter AUs :)

And also add more world-building posts or AUs <3

(language brainrot for example)!!

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TL;DR: I am not accepting hunting down/yandere/cult au/imposter au Genshin Sagau, only a funny or chill version of it.

Please check my writing rules post :)

Example: u look like Creator, but everybody's like, "oh lucky them wow rlly blessed, have a free drink, etc.

OR omfg where r they?? They descended to Teyvat oh fuck we lost our god-"

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Heres the Razor post !!!

If u wanna check it out :]

Cracks knuckles, Saddle up Baby, bc its time for my version of the Imposter AU 🤭😋😈

(and sorry for answering super late/possible scare Razor mom anon!! :'/ )

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So it begins rlly small right?

Like, Razor does not know the new knight patroling Wolvendom's borders

,, weird but ok, he thinks basically

And then when it was time to visit some domains a little closer to Springvale for grinding

(Or rlly just to get some of their tiny restaurants homemade food yumm)

He notices more Favonius knights lurking around than usual

Or at least widening their patrols

And hes like wtf?

Ur like, huh.

I'll ask Springvale ppl wtf goin on

The locals respond that the search for the Great Creator has begun.

...

...you and Razor: 👁👄👁 w h o m s t ❔️

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Upon further questioning

(which was apparantly weird that yall didnt know, but eh, u just used the whole "feral wolf child with feral blacksmith parent living in woods ignorance" excuse)

Admittedly yall, quite literally, live under a rock lmao

They explain theres a whole ass prophecy

Abt how the Great Architect would succumb to a long slumber somewhere else in the vast universe after making the planet.

And when the time is right, they will reconnect to Teyvat, and awaken, and descend in a mortal form

(like the archons)

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..but the kicker is nobody knows wtf they look like bc:

1. All that lore is hella crumbly and old, and very hard to translate

2. Mortal forms sometimes look different than god forms, so even if they did know some defining features of the Creator, that wasnt guaranteed to be them...

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(i.e. they will have brown eyes, well. Thats a fuckton of ppl with brown eyes innit? 💀)

♤

So thru certain signs, that this mysterious prophecy wooooo

Said would happen, the nations of Teyvat and their many supernatural inhabitants are aware the ultimate god has descended

(The crops flourished? Animals got more wily, many of the sick ppl got better for no reason, the Irminsul started regrowing/filling out its base- like how it looked like a lightning struck tree rn 💀)

So every country are now trying to find them to be the first to welcome them home

Needless to say its lowkey a competition

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Meanwhile you and Razor are just:

... (゜▽゜;)

"Haha yeah cool..."

(Andrius already told u what u r to Teyvat and explained to Razor)

Ur both immediately slapping a cloak on u and keeping the hood up all the time

Yall dont wanna be seperated :(

Ur both paranoid for diff reasons,

Razor's just scared his Lupical is going to be taken from him again bc there r better, more refined humans wanting to be ur Lupical ;-;

And ur like-

Omfg that sounds like sm work 💀

While its nice to daydream abt what itd be like to be famous, realistically,

U could not handle that shit.

People crowding you all the time?

U cant just look busted anywhere u go, like a midnight snack run

Ppl would also expect u be,

Responsible??

To act like a competent ruler maybe???

Hell no.

U just wanted to play a pretty gacha game and spoil ur skrunklies

(At least, if they do wanna call u that, they dont make u do anything political 💀 but u doubt it)

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Needless to say, Razor is glued to ur side everywhere u go.

A domain a half mile away? Oh he'll come with dw

Ur gonna go stop by that food merchant further up the road for ingredients? Cool he'll sniff the best ones!

Ur going to see Andrius??

Oh he needed to see him too-

😭😭🥺🥺 poor babe

♧

Surprisingly enough,

Or maybe not his house is right tf there

Diluc is the first person to actually recognize you.

Razor had been subtly steering u away from Mondstadt for 3 weeks now, ever since yall talked to the Springvale locals

An u cant say u didnt notice, but u werent rlly stopping him

You wanted to be like Venti, chillin among the ppl regardless of ur powers, not the Raiden Shogun :/

And maybe shock some ppl who dont know ur a god like him too lol

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Diluc had been looking around the lesser patroled areas of Mondstadt to search for the Architect

He didn't even need those incompetent knights to tell him their god had finally descended

He already saw the signs long before Mondstadt

Bc youve been in Wolvendom, the area has flourished over time, more fish in the water, more game to hunt and bigger, crows making circles in the sky despite there being no corpse

And one of the closest places to you,

Is the Dawn Winery.

Diluc's security against Venti began to hold up better, the staff didn't have to clean as much things like dirt or weather damage to the manor,

His hawk had never been faster delivering his letters, he almost thought the little guy had been drugged with something

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He patroled Stormterror's Lair, and deep in the woods surrounding the manor that the knights hadn't bother to go into

Afterall, he figured you'd never had a mortal form before, so u were unlikely to fend for urself for very long in the woods lol

so he wanted to find u quick (aww softy :')

He even made a trip out to the Thousand Wind Temple and Dragonspine (he did report that one to the knights, he didn't want Amber, Bennett, or Creator-forbid Klee, being the few pyro users to have to explore it)

Finally, after doing the further away locations, siginificant in history and rich with leftover magic

Diluc figured that's where you might land first, so he saved Wolvendom for last

It would at least let him check on that wolf kid and maybe get to talk to him long enough to ask him if he's seen anything unusual.

The lord of Dawn Winery manor heads into the Wolvendom woods, just as sunset colors the trees...

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It was a Friday evening, the sun was setting, the weather was pleasant and it was time for all of the Lupical to come together and eat a big feast!! :)

About once a month, Andrius will come out for a few nights and dine with all of yall

Hes an old wolf give him a break, he takes long naps

So u cook lots of Mondstadt favorites to eat on and a few Liyue dishes too

Razor, ur favorite helper, has helped u finish the last dish and is now romping around with the puppies bless <3

U guys have dragged ur coffee table dining table setup out to sit and eat at

Andrius lets out a not too loud, not too quiet howl, and as the wolves, Razor and you lmao join in

Yall dig in, bones flying everywhere, spagetti noodles flingling around, it would put toddlers to shame lol

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Diluc hears a howl that is too... big to be a regular wolf.

It filled the air of Wolvendom like no howl before it, as he used the glowing lampgrass to help light the path deeper

He sneaks past a hilichurl camp or two, all fast asleep

He scans the woods, and figures he'll search the woods besides the path after he gets to that old stone carved pit-

Food?

Diluc sniffs the air, and squints deeper into the forest

The black branches shade the way ahead, but just barely... he can see the flicker of orange and blue light?

He summons his claymore, bracing it on his shoulder, and creeps into the treeline to better hide him

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You swear to god (dammit swear to.. you??) someone is watching you.

You look around the piles of fluffy doggos, happy and stuffed full they r slowly forming puppy piles

Andrius is finishing his meat platter, also sitting on all four legs on the ground

Razor is splayed on his back beside you, eyes closed, his feet sticking out the other side of the table, u chuckle at him

But not a single Lupical seems to be looking at you.

Gulping down your last few bites, you scan the treeline

U refuse to be that bitch in a horror movie where their gut says smth is off and they brush it off or barely look at their surroundings

Turning around to the treeline behind you, u see something... red fur?

U sit up some more, peering over the bushes at the bottom of the trees

You meet a pair of warm brown eyes, widened like they're just as shocked to see you

As u notice his familiar red high ponytail (but also not?? Its weird going from 2D to 3D and still recognizing bitches)

U peer down at his chest, as he carefully stands out of the foliage-

That familiar star shaped button that u can press for the character menu screen, the same thats on Razor, on Benny, on Fischl, on Lisa-

Hovers over Diluc's chest.

◇

Diluc is in the bush, observing the human(???) stranger (he really doesnt want to attract the attention of that.. giant spirit wolf thing)

The figure sitting at a ... table?? (He can barely process all these absurdities at once, hes only got so much brain space)

Has sensed his presence, and as he grips his claymore, ready to demand answers,

Razor startles, and jumps up, smelling the pyro user, he summons his weapon-

The figure locks eyes with him, and all he sees is gold.

Diluc drops his claymore.

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♡

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Have a cliffhanger bc idk 🤷‍♂️ Also srry it wasnt exactly Mondstadt finding u, and it somehow turned into a whole scenario?? Idk man

🤧 welp i hope that was decent Razor mom! Tysm for ur sweet feedback abt our beloved son 🙏💜🐺

Feel free to always talk again, thru comments, asks whatever!! :D

♡

Cheers,

💀♒️

(guys im so stupid i coud've been signing off with this simple emoji combo the whole time,, 😭i didnt actually think abt emojifying my name, just making it look pretty with some of my fav emojis... 😔)

If anyone reads this u should let me know which one is better lol

💀♒️

OR

🌒🌧🌊Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

OR like a combo???

♡my beloved♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist

[sukratyaropia24]

I have three Wips in the drafts and a shit-ton of ideas as well as a lot to ramble with many Fandoms/communities, so lemme tell some of them.

Spoiler on most of these and some swearing.

Genshin x Moonknight

Yall know where I'm going with this? No? Alright lemme explain.

Childe as like, the moon boys, Childe(Normal/playable one) as Steven Grant, Tartaglia(Electro one) as Marc Spector and Foul Legacy as Jake Lockey.

Yall understand where I'm going??? Like, please, I can't get this out of my head since they, to me, are so alike.

Imma bout to go feral with this I swear, like all Childe have their own conscious, like moon knight.

Unlike the moon boys tho, they have some difference with each other when they're on front. Childe has those deep blue eyes and the element in his vision is Hydro while Tartaglia has purple-ish eyes and the element in his vision is electro and I don't need to explain Foul Legacy's.

Loki series w/ Quantumania(Spoilers)

I think alot of people already know this, that the movie is like after the series or like the aftermath.

Fnaf movie & it's trailer poster(?)

Ain't no way yall and making a fuss just because of some fucking eyes, I believe it's intentional they did this because come on, this isn't the first goddamn time we saw amatronics(?) having red eyes.

Now we know that those black and white eyes means they're possessed and in security breach I believe, the amatronics have red eyes because THEY ARE BEING CONTROLLED.

So what we seeing in the trailer is that they are being controlled first. It makes sense because if I'm correct, it'll be a 3 game in 1 movie type thing and not 3 movies. We also saw in the trailer Foxy chasing a girl in a ball pit.

So to conclude, the black and white eyes will be shown maybe around the mid or first-half of the movie. After all trailers are just a heads up on what's going to be seen but that doesn't mean it'll show everything, it's not a summary but as I said, a heads up.

HI3, GI & HSR

Listen to me, so we all know how in Herta's space station, in one of the rooms(?) we could see stuff they got throughout the galaxies/planets and we saw the wind glider there, right?

So, I believe they may or may not have met some genshin impact characters, more specifically, Amber or the kngiths of Favonius.

Now, in another area, they may or may not have stolen it from someone, but isn't that just a no? I think they actually met Amber, the wind glider also looks new/in decent and pretty good shape so ain't no way they took from someone, also the another way to get the glider with by Amber and you need a license for it.

So you cannot tell me other wise that these mfs did not meet at one point.

Some facts that I believe that will prolly or maybe will make a bit of people mad

Simping for Overhaul is like simping for Dottore(Surprise, surprise, I have a hate-hate-love with Dottore but it's less with Overhaul)

Some Herrschers could kill fucking Aeons please, Doesn't mean they could ko archons doesn't mean they could on Herrschers, I mean look at them.

This will prolly contrast with the previous one but the toxicity of the comparisons of all three games.

Welp that's all I have for now, I'll let yall know if I have more shit ass rambles.

[alchemyloverforever]

Honest Opinion: Pegasus Koga

10/10

Yeah, I'm adding his rating as this (cause yall know I love badass heroes in armor). Despite also loving Seiya, Koga was pretty cool, too. I find the thing about Saint Seiya characters is that people tend to rate their favorites on personality rather than development. The tranquility of some episodes, like Souma and other knights being invited to dinner, was a breath of fresh air compared to the overwhelming switch between calm and fights in the original. But when Aria got pierced through the heart and died, that's when Koga really stood out to me. He was so increasingly affected by her death that he wouldn't even speak to his friends. Also also, can we talk about the fucking illusion trick Ion did on Koga to make Abzu appear? I mean, that was just cold. Koga finds Saori....rushes up to meet her....and then BAM! She gets impaled, just like Aria did. If I was Koga and I was sent to protect a goddess, then suddenly she gets fucking impaled by a blade, I'm going to be fucking bawling too. At this point, the kid just needs some serious therapy. It's a wonder why Saori and Seiya didn't find him a therapist...

Anyway, moving on. The thing about Koga is that his character is so moving that it makes you want to keep watching the screen to see what happens next. Like when Koga jumps in front of Seiya's Sagittarius arrow and takes the hit, then gets up like it was nothing? Man literally got pierced through his arm with that arrow.....then he tears it out like a boss and somehow finds the strength to stand up against Titan. Koga really proved himself worthy to bear Seiya's Pegasus Cloth in my eyes. For what it's worth, I'm glad they made a character like Koga, and I hope people will see how great he really is someday. Kudos to Pegasus Koga!❤️❤️

[willowplantcat]

letsa fuckin go :3

1.- probably my legos i have one of a tree i really love and one of an octopus and shark :3

2.- im pretty comfy being 167 tho it wouldnt be bad to be 165

3.- dark brown looks sometimes black

4.- i dont really know ig being bald is a fear

5.- :3c

6.- yes (not current partner tho they are nice :3)

7.- reading and legos

8.- mmm ig hiding and lisening to music, wheb im anxious i tent to want to be alone or with people i really trust

9.- physical and gifts i love giving hugs and gifts

10.- a lot

11.- maybe, depends on the rules and if they backfire

12.- i know two (spanish and english) but knowing japanese would maybe be nice or indonesian cause i got a friend there

13.- idk really, ig near a beach but what i want the most is being with those i love :3 (sounds cheesy but like :p)

14.- dont really know

15.- like uhh 30 mins ago

16.- around the 9th of june this year

17.- no thank u :3

18.- i dont really remember dreams tbh, but i do dream a lot about goinf on dates with my partner, being cat and meeting book/videogame characters

19.-MARINE BIOLOGIST MARINE BIOLOGIST

20.- mmm idk ig just hanging out watching stars

21.- a lot tbh probably just being more organized so i dont feel like shit for not doin stuff

22.- really, again as long as u get to see my friends (and not be hunted due to race and sexuality) im fine :3

23.- cant choose tbh but i do love my friends (even if sometimes we dont talk much)

24.- YUP... (Wish i could forget it)

25.- day of the dead due being a cool part of my culture and i get to remember my great grandma who i miss :3 and christmas cause i get to eat stuff :3

26.- yes but i wouldnt really like to remeber it

27.- one i made of Ms. Fortune (from skullgirls) last year ;3

28.- Math and biology :3, and im good at cookin and a lil bit at drawing

29.-ye

30.-nop :3

31.- does global warming get fixed and when does capitalism die

32.- uhh probably if someone is like into crypto and stuff like that, or they feel like they judge people a lot, wouldnt really like to be friends with someone who is like that

33.- dont really know

34.- three (tho my current partner is honeslty the best one ive had they are a great friend and a great partner)

35.- every time i shower

36.- a lot, idk mostly about i have to do, or ideas for drawings, ocs nd stories(forget them a lot tho)

37.- my room or just wander around my house

38.- never met my dad so mom it is

39.- i try not judge others (much) and to suport them and make them feel loved and worthy

40.- idk tbh but friend voices are nice, tho anyone voice is great (unless its loud, loud noises scare me even of they are nice)

41.- "yall should be nicer and pls stop with the wars, if no one has a military budget then yall cant attack eachother"

42.- a lot tbh, me better at drawing do more chores around my house, read more, and idk hangout with friends irl more

43.- lots of stuff, but hey all my desitionshave let me to here and while i wish i could do better right now im also kinda content

44.-ye

45.- BOOK

46.- fall, or any rainy season

47.- idk tbh

48.- i used to but my dog bit most of them, they were: a deer named "venadito" a polar bear named "teddie" a lil angel named "angelito" a minecraft ocelote named "ocelote(in spanish)" and a baby snow leopard named "simba"

49.- idk tbh dont like to dwell much on bad expiriences specially if i cant learn from them

50.- (HALFWAY :3) Idk but ig a lot of micro transactions on pvz when i was younger

51.-yes :3

52.- PJO PJO PJO PJO!!!!

53.- i dont really hate anyone tbh i mostly dislike with people that are mean to friends, but even then i can still sympatice with them

54.- idk :p

55.-Deltarun, stardew valley, celeste and hollow knight :3 (i love undertale but its kimds overshined by these)

56.- when i feel cornered or like i made someone mad at me

57.- Eh not really but i do sometimes wake up feelin nice :3

58.- i think so

59.- a lot tbh, tho i do sometimes wish i still felt like i was responsable and smarter

60.-ye

61.- not really

62.- any "here is an ad that is nothing like the game" game and garten of banban but even then itsa bit of a guilty pleasure over how bad it is

63.- i watch him form time to tiem he is very cool (cant wait for his iron lung movie tbh)

64.- a dumb smile, blushing, and somes a bit of crying if they really touch me

65.- id they are nice and passionate (also if they can step on me)

66.- ye

67.- my partner :3

68.-ye

69.- nope never will

70.- idk tbh :p bur huntlow is one of my favs (not my fav but its up there)

71.- idk tbh but mona lisa my mxtoons is nice

72.- NO (fuck loud noises)

73.- i hope not

74.- 99% of the time is like i was dead cause i cant feel anything and barely anythim wakes me up the other 1% is filled with dread

75.- when im nervous

76.- no :p

77.-yup 3 doggies

78.- brown (people tell me i have sluty eyes idk what that means tbh)

79.- be more responsible and less anxious

80.- ye i had my appendix removed :p

81.- not really i dont like most bugs tho

82.- being responsible and doing chores

83.- nop

84.- yeah borgers are nice, but only form time to time

85.- no..

86.- uhhh 5th semester in highschool

87.-not really

88.- tumblr discord instagram

89.- uh dont remeber but i think its 7

90.- 4 am

91.- i have some ig my hair is kinda puffy

92.- skibidy toiltet and honesly any "haha xd banban huggy epic troll poop minecraft adventure" thing

93.- HOODIES

94.- YE

95.- its pretty on others, dont really like it on myself tho makes me feel bad

96.- why would anyone hate a specific time

97.- people do that? Huh guess you learn somethin new every day

98.- standard

99.- yeah it sucks i mostly fell alseep tbh

100.- yup am bisexual gendefluid and a cat :p

ask game

1. whats your favorite thing in your room?

2. how tall do you wish you were?

3. what color is your hair?

4. whats a rare fear that you have?

5. are you single?

6. has your heart ever been broken?

7. what was your favorite thing as a kid?

8. favorite coping mechanism?

9. whats your favorite love language?

10. how often do you get nervous?

11. if you had three wishes, would you use them?

12. if you could be fluent in any language which one would it be?

13. where do you wish to live?

14. what’s something surprising about you?

15. when did you last shower?

16. when did you first join tumblr?

17. do you want any tattoos? if so, where, what, and why?

18. whats the most prominent dream youve had?

19. whats your dream job?

20. whats your ideal date?

21. what do you wish you could do better?

22. what country would you live in if you could?

23. whos the best person you know?

24. have you ever walked into something you shouldnt have?

25. whats your favorite holiday?

26. when have you been most embarrassed?

27. whats your favorite halloween costume?

28. what are you best at?

29. do you know how to tie your shoes?

30. do you have siblings?

31. if you could know one thing about the future what do you wanna know?

32. whats a dealbreaker for you?

33. whats your favorite current class?

34. how many people have you dated?

35. how often do you wash your hair?

36. do you daydream? what about?

37. where do you go to be alone?

38. which parent do you like more?

39. whats the one standard you hold yourself to?

40. whos voice do you enjoy?

41. if you could announce one thing to the world what would it be?

42. whats one thing you wanna do but havent yet?

43. what do you wish you never did?

44. do you believe in life after death?

45. do you prefer book over movie?

46. whats your favorite season?

47. whats your favorite time of day

48. do you have a beloved stuffed animal?

49. whens a time you wish you acted differently?

50. what’s something you wish that you never bought?

51. do you have your own room?

52. whats your favorite book?

53. who’s someone you hate?

54. whats your best hottake?

55. whats your favorite game?

56. whens a time you felt real genuine fear?

57. are you a morning person?

58. do you drink enough water?

59. how different are you from the little kid you used to be?

60. do you enjoy tumblr?

61. have you ever had a tumblr experience that made you wanna delete the app?

62. whats your least favorite game?

63. were you a markiplier fan?

64. how do you respond to compliments?

65. whats something that would make you fall in love?

66. do you believe in marriage?

67. do you have a crush on someone?

68. do you like tumblr?

69. were you a voltron stan?

70. whats your favorite ship?

71. whats your favorite song?

72. do you like loud crowds?

73. have you ever created conflict on purpose?

74. how do you sleep?

75. do you bite your lips?

76. do you use chapstick?

77. do you have any pets?

78. what color are your eyes?

79. what’s something you wish you could change about yourself?

80. have you ever had surgery?

81. whats your least favorite animal?

82. whats something that youre really bad at?

83. do you have an sqishmellows?

84. do you enjoy fast food?

85. do you like soda?

86. what grade are you in?

87. do you wear any jewelry?

88. what socials do you use?

89. whats your lowest grade in school right now?

90. whats the latest youve stayed up till?

91. did you ever have bangs?

92. what trends did you hate?

93. whats your favorite item of clothing?

94. do you like dinosaurs?

95. whats your opinion on body hair?

96. whats your least favorite time?

97. do you make a wish at 11:11?

98. do you have your phone on military or regular?

99. have you ever been to church?

100. are you lgbtq?

[the-kittens-of-vol-tron]

Enchanted

Chapter 1! Previous Chapter!

AO3! 

Chapter 5: Forever Wondering 

Summary: Lance's POV of the party and Keith sees more of how the knights operate

Word Count: 5,743

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Backtrack slightly to get Lance’s POV. Starts in the garden scene <3

Lance’s POV 

He couldn’t stop staring even if he wanted to. He was cute. To put it into simple terms. It felt weird to find the crown prince if an entire planet was cute but he was. 

His heart pounded as the prince moved through the garden. Lingering a bit at each new planet. Lance had never wanted to kiss someone so badly before. 

“What are these called again?” The prince asked as he gently touched the purple petals. 

“Juniberry. They’re only found on Altea.” Lance took a deep breath, trying to compose himself.  “Do you like them?” 

“Yes. They’re beautiful.” 

He forced himself to kneel down next to the prince, making sure to keep his distance between them. He wasn’t sure if he could stop himself from doing something stupid. “I wanted to say sorry for being quiet yesterday and today. I was dealing with-” 

“No need to explain. It’s okay,” he responded quickly, changing the topic. “Your sword is beautiful. I’ve never seen it before today.” 

Lance felt his mark begin to glow softly. Stupid marks! “Thank you. I thankfully haven’t had to pull it out around you. You’ve been pretty safe and easy to guard.” 

The prince rolled his eyes, was he blushing? He couldn’t be. “Shut up.” He leaned over some, bumping his shoulder against Lance’s, keeping it pressed there.

Lance’s brain was freaking out. Was he even aware they were touching? Did he mean to do that? Lance reached forward, plucking a flower out of the ground. He held it between his thumb and pointer finger, letting it spin as he moved his fingers. 

He kept reaching for more flowers, moving his hands rapidly. He made sure to pick the flowers from different spots. Avoiding creating a bald spot in the area. He worked quickly, he had made these before and he was scared he would back out if he took his time. “There!” He turned towards the prince, holding up a flower crown. “For you, my good sir.” He bowed his head as he held out the crown. 

The other boy laughed, “you made me a flower crown?” 

“Yes.” Lance did his best to save that sound to memory. 

“A king does not put on his own crown.” 

Lance could have died right then and there. Was this overstepping a boundary? This had to be overstepping a boundary. He leaned forward, praying his hands weren’t shaking. He gently placed the object on his head. 

He wanted to reach forward and run his fingers through the prince's hair, but he pulled his hands back. “There you go. You are officially the king of the Juniberry flowers.” 

The prince lifted his hand, gently touching the flowers.

They sat like that for a bit before moving to another section of the garden. Keith paused in front of a wall, staring at the green leaves that covered it. 

“These are called ‘Virginia Creepers,’ they’re from Earth.” Lance stopped in front of the wall. 

“They just grow like that?” 

“Yes, and Earth had more as well. This is the only one we could get to grow on Altea.” He was prepared to continue his information dump but something shifted. It was subtle and anyone else wouldn’t have noticed it. But not Lance. Not an Altean Knight.

He quickly grabbed the prince, covering his mouth as he moved them backward. A knife sank into the wall right where his body was. He rolled his eyes,  Adam. 

“Guys, that’s not funny!” He shouted, he loved his fellow knights. They were one big family, and maybe if his person wasn’t with him. Things would be different. He would laugh it off or yank his sword out so they could tussle. 

But he was here. Right in front of him. He needed to make sure both of them knew was taking his job seriously. 

“I told you it wouldn’t be funny!” Romelle said. 

“Blah blah, come on,” Adam said, chuckling slightly 

They didn’t know he wasn’t alone. They thought it was just him. He ground his teeth some, ignoring the ache in his jaw. 

“What you two did was not funny,” Lance kept his voice low. 

“It was just a joke Lanceyyyyy,” Romelle giggled as she rushed forward some. She froze when she saw the Prince. “Oh…oh no.” 

“What did you say El?” Adam looked where she was, his face going pale some. “Shit.” They both bowed, communicating their original intentions. 

“Uh…you can stand.” The prince seemed unsure about the situation. 

“Well….are you going to introduce us or…?” Adam asked, a cocky smile on his face. 

“I’m going to wipe that smirk off your face,” Lance said under his breath. “Prince, this is Adam and Romelle. Knights to the Queen of Altea and Princess Allura. Who they should be with right now.” 

Both the knights chuckled. “We were dismissed. They’re just in a meeting and they have Coran which is all of us times ten.” Romelle spoke, a bit too happy given the situation. 

“Are you going to be at the party, Lance?” Adam asked. 

Lance dropped his shoulders slightly, trying to ease the tense air. “I go where the Prince goes.” 

“You know Nyma will be there,” Romelle wiggled her eyebrows. 

Lance fought back and eyeroll, he knew they would bring her up. Did he use to like Nyma? Yes, yes he did. Did Nyma use to like him? Yes, yes she did. But after flirting back and forth for three years Lance finally kissed her after he was sworn in. 

The spark for both of them quickly flickered out. 

Nevertheless, they flirted together during Lance’s prime-time training, so of course, the other knights were quick to pick up on it. And even, despite the time that had passed and Lance telling them, there was nothing between them; his colleagues never dropped it. Even if she was involved with some mechanic named Rolo now. 

It was a weird game to them. 

“Okay…but as I said. I will go where the prince goes.” 

The two knight’s shared a look. Their signature look of trouble. Lance internally groaned before they spoke; somehow in perfect unison. “You don't like Nyma. You like the prince don't you?”

Lance knew his marks were glowing before his emotions finally spiraled out of control. They could read him like a book. 

“Shut up you two!”

He knew his words would have no effect on them but it was at least worth a shot. Instead, he was met with their insufferable giggles as they mocked him for his crush. 

“Lance, I want to go to my room.” 

Lance wanted to kiss him, his small social battery came in handy. “Follow me, your highness.” 

“See you at the party!!!” Romelle waved at them as they walked away. 

Lance chewed on his inner cheek, it wouldn’t be long until they told Coran of his feelings. 

---

Every time Lance touched the prince he felt his body grow weak. A part of him wanted to “forget” about the Altean tradition of their knights escorting their respective person into a dance. But, the other part made a valid point. If he skipped that tradition what would that be saying? Would it be a middle finger to not only the knights, present and fallen, but also to the Altean royals? He really didn't want to disrespect either of them. 

So he took his arm, using all the energy he could spare to keep his marks dimmed. Holding his arm wasn’t enough, he wanted to hold him, kiss him, just be near him. But this would have to do. 

The party itself was enjoyable. Tamed for an Altean party in all honesty. He did what he was supposed to. Knowing to stay on high alert. There were a lot of new faces around him, and new faces for the other knights. They needed to keep all of them in their sights. 

The prince pressed a small kiss onto Allura's hand. He did his best to ignore how his stomach churned and his lungs ached at the sight. The prince wasn’t one to do that…could he, possibly, fancy the princess? 

He could feel Romelle tensing up around him. His heart fell at the realization of why. She liked the princess as well. 

He silently made his way towards her, keeping his voice low and his eyes on the crowd. The prince stayed in his peripheral vision. 

“Anything feel off to you?” He whispered. 

“No, but it’s better if we stay on our toes. You never know what anyone could be planning.” 

“I know…El, can I ask you something?” 

“Of course.” 

“Do you like someone?” He refrained from saying who in case Allura was listening.

Romelle frowned slightly, “yes…and it’s who you’re suspecting.” 

Lance nodded, taking a moment to think. “How many rules are we breaking?”  

Her lips turned upward some, “too many.” 

They stayed chatting for a bit longer; it was nice to catch up with her. Things were well. The younger royals seemed to be having a good time, nothing was out of the ordinary. Things were how they were supposed to be. 

The atmosphere in the room changed as Nyma stepped onto the stage, her eyes staring directly at Lance. Yet, something was off. Everyone in the room was enjoying the performance, everyone but the one person whose opinions mattered. 

The princes. 

Lance found himself watching his prince. He seemed tense, his jaw clenched tight as he watched Nyma perform. He didn’t even blink. 

Lance wasn’t sure what to make of this situation. Wasn’t sure how to help him. 

The last song ended and Lance shifted his eyes toward the performer. Nyma was looking back at him, her eyes suggesting she knew something. He found himself clapping some, swallowing around the dryness of his throat as Nyma made her way toward them. 

After speaking to the crown prince, she moved towards him. “Lance!” 

He smiled, “Nyma.” 

She pulled him in for a tight hug, “I saw you staring at the prince the entire performance. Have you found someone new?” She whispered in his ear. 

“You always knew me like the back of your hand.” He mumbled back in Altean. 

She pulled away some. “He’s cute, I think you should go for it.” 

“He’s a prince. Wayyyy out of my league.” 

Her hands danced around the metals on his chest, chuckling at what he said. “Don’t think so low of yourself. You have a lot to offer my love.” She leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. A platonic gesture. 

As she pulled away Keith began to walk away. Well, he more liked stumbled. Lance quickly picked Nyma up slightly and lifted her out of his way. “Sorry,” and he made his way toward him. 

He was talking to Shiro by the time he managed to squeeze through the crowd. Everyone wanted to talk to him. Lance didn’t know what anyone was saying. Keith wasn’t okay. Something happened and he missed it. He fucking missed it. Some knight he was. 

“Is everything alright?” He did his best to control his breathing. 

“He’s fine. Enjoy the party Lance, I’ll take him back to the room.” Shiro said. 

Lance knew he was lying, he had picked Shiro apart the first time he met him. “I can come with him-” 

“Stay here,” Keith growled out. 

The world went silent, the only sound Lance could focus on was those two words. They replayed in his mind. The roughness of his voice felt like knives in his chest. Was the room spinning? 

“Lance, my boy! How are you doing?” Coran appeared beside him, slapping him on the back hard enough to cause his armor to clank. 

Lance took a deep breath, gasping a bit at the rush of air. “Coran...I-” 

“Walk with me,” Coran grinned at him, twisting his mustache around with his two fingers. 

He was in no place to argue. Coran gripped his arm tightly, waving them through the crowd. Politely excuse them from any conversation that someone wanted to make with them. Lance couldn’t focus. Why did everything feel…like this? 

He had only felt this way once before. But given the circumstances of that day, it made sense. But this? He didn’t know what was happening. His chest hurt, somehow getting tighter with each step. His vision was blurry, but he wasn’t crying. Noises muffled around him until it was silent. A cool breeze on his face. 

Coran had his hands on the railing, the balcony overlooking the castle pond. “Isn't it beautiful with the moons?” 

Lance looked down at his hands, trying to ground himself. “What’s happening to me?”

Coran frowned, watching the small ripples on the water from the wind. “This is the first time you and the prince have been separated isn’t it?” 

“No…well. It’s-” why was talking so hard right now? He let out a frustrated groan, his hands finding home in his hair. He released a couple of shaky breaths. “On Daibazaal we have times where I’m not with him. I don’t sleep in the same room as him, I don’t follow him into the bathroom. For a while, I didn’t attend any meetings with him. We have moments apart but this.” He released a choked breath, “I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me.” 

Coran turned toward him, reaching up to grab Lance’s hand. Gently pulling them from his hair. “Is this the first time he has sent you away?” 

He gave a defeated nod. 

“Well,” Coran lightly patted his cheek, a fatherly gesture. “That explains it.” 

Lance looked at him with pleading eyes. He needed to understand. 

Coran removed his hands, moving them back to the balcony. “When I was first placed in charge of King Alfor, I followed him everywhere. It was the tail end of the war. And even with the alliance, there was still rouge Galran trying to keep the fight going. I was with him every day and night. We were never separated, except a couple of minutes at a time.”

He took a deep breath, pulling the memories to the front of his mind. “But things started to calm down. And the crown prince of Altea suddenly had free time on his hands. He could focus on other matters…like dating.” 

Lance chuckled. 

“The first night he sent me away all he wanted to do was have a night alone with the queen. Now, this was before they were married so years ago. I freaked out. I let him have his time away but the entire time I felt like I was suffocating. This person who I was sworn to protect just sent me away. I…felt betrayed.”  

Lance closed his eyes, he was feeling the same. 

“It took a couple of times being sent away before I started to calm down regarding leaving the king alone. I did some research and read diary entries of past knights. It’s a mutual issue. The first time you’re sent away by your person. It honestly just sucks.” 

Lance released a breath laugh at Coran’s lax words. “Least I know I’ll be okay.” 

Coran made a ‘tck’ sound. “It might be harder if you have feelings regarding your person.” 

Lance’s shoulders dropped and he found himself leaning on the railing. Would a fall from this height be less painful than this conversation? “Adam and Nyma already ratted me out huh?” 

Coran shook his head, “no my boy. I can see it all over your face. You’ve always been observant in your training but with your prince? You’re watching him like a hawk. It’s clear you like him more than others in the past. ” 

He pressed his forehead against the railing, letting the cool marble seep into his skin. “Does the King and Queen know?” He stood up quickly, “am I getting fired?!” 

Coran released a loud laugh, disrupting the peace of the night. “No. And they might but I don’t think so. You know I know you like the marks on my face. So do the other kids.” 

“And Nyma apparently.” 

Coran smiled, “you used to spend a lot of time with her. It wouldn’t surprise me.” 

“No, she told me. Before the prince stormed off.” 

Coran made a confused face, “why did he storm off?” 

Lance shrugged, “I don’t know. I missed whatever bothered him. I’m not as good of a knight as I thought I was.” 

Coran slapped the back of his head gently, “stop that. You know I don’t like when any of you think low of yourself.” 

Lance didn’t respond. He always struggled the most out of the knights with his self-esteem issues. Even if he displayed a confident demeanor, on the inside he was unsure. “I just…maybe this wouldn’t hurt so bad if I knew what happened.” 

“Well,” Coran began to twist his mustache. “What happened right before the young prince stormed off?” 

“As I said, Nyma told me she knew I liked the prince and then he stormed off.” 

Coran shook his head, “think harder. What detail are you missing?” His voice was light but encouraging. A tone he reserved just for Lance. 

Lance closed his eyes, focusing on the situation that occurred. “She talked to me, gave me a hug, and kissed my cheek.” 

Coran nodded, “and then?” 

“...the prince stormed off.” 

Coran snapped his fingers, “you have your answer.” 

“You knew? Didn’t you?” 

Coran nodded, and winked at him. "But this does indicate one thing.” 

Lance tilted his head. 

“With that reaction, I have a strong feeling the prince might like you back.” He nudged the younger boy, raising his eyebrows some. 

Lance’s marks immediately lit brightly and he tried to cover them with his hands. “Don’t mess with me old man!” 

Coran laughed, “I’m serious my boy. Seeing a girl kiss someone you like tends to cause a reaction like that.” 

Lance frowned, “Galrans don't really do public intimacy. They’re ‘conserved’ as the prince said. Maybe it just made him uncomfortable.” 

The older man made a sound of disbelief. “Galrans themselves may be conserved but I have never encountered a Galran that stormed off because of other displays of affection.” 

“Well…the prince is different.” 

“Lance. Why are you trying to deny the reality in front of you?” Coran’s voice dropped into his serious range. 

Lance crossed his arms, “because I’m his knight. He’s a prince I can’t-” 

Coran raised his hand to silence him. “I know you’re aware of Romelle's feelings for the princess.” 

“I am.” 

“Well, the king and queen have already discussed changing the rules some. It’s just love after all. You can still do your job while being in love. You might even do it better while you’re in love.” 

“But tradition-” 

“Will change over time.” Coran placed his hands on Lance’s shoulders; making him look at him. “Stop worrying and just let things happen naturally.” 

Lance nodded, the older man pulling him in for a hug.

“Hope I’m not interrupting anything special,” Romelle’s voice moved through the silent air. 

They pulled away from their hug. “Oh El, is the party over?” 

She nodded, “The queen and Allura have dismissed us for the night so,” she held up the glass bottle that was in her hand. “Want to help me finish this Nunvill?” She smiled at them. 

Laughter filled the room, Lance finishing off his…how many drinks had he had by now? “Oh Lance you should have been there,” Adam wrapped his arm around his shoulder; his face flushed. 

“I wish I could have.” More giggles were shared amongst the four knights. The night ended in laughter and a bit too much Nunvill shared between them. 

---

Keith’s POV

He woke up in a bit of a panic, his head spinning slightly as he frantically moved to a sitting position. It took him a moment to realize where he was. He took a couple of deep breaths, flopping back down in the bed. 

His head throbbed slightly and he covered his eyes against the sun that made its way through the blinds. He didn’t even know what time it was. 

He forced himself to stand up, making his way to the bathroom. The dream replayed obsessively in his mind. 

Lance was dead. The details of how he died were fuzzy in his mind but he was dead. He tried to get to him but he couldn’t move. Just forced to watch him bleed, his eyes going cold. 

He splashed some cold water on his face, rubbing his eyes some. All he had to do was get dressed and open the door. Lance would be waiting for him. Very much alive. 

So he did just that. 

Yet, when he opened the door he wasn’t greeted by those familiar eyes. Instead, he was greeted by someone he had never seen before. A taller Altean with green marks. “Uh good morning your majesty!” The younger boy bowed. 

Keith stared at him, “I uh. Morning.” He looked down the empty hallway. “Where is-” 

“Everyone is down in the dining room, sir!” 

Keith stopped himself from rolling his eyes. This kid was clearly new, and probably freaking out over being in charge of him. But rule number one is don’t interrupt royalty.

“Would you like me to escort you down there?”

Keith nodded, spending the entire walk wondering where his knight was. 

King Alfor, his wife, and his daughter were seated at the table. Next to them were Keith’s parents and Shiro. No Lance. In fact, none of the knights were present. 

Breakfast passed quickly but Keith found himself without an appetite. The food was tasty, but he favored pushing it around with his fork instead. 

“How did you sleep, dear?” His mother asked in hushed Galran. Her eyes watch her son play with his food. Something he only did when he was stressed. 

“Fine,” he scooped up a spoon full of food. “Have you seen Lance?” 

“King Alfor said he’s training with the knights…since he was dismissed last night.” 

Keith frowned, he didn’t permanently dismiss him. 

"What's the matter?" His mother's voice questioned, breaking him out of his thoughts.

Keith released his death grip on his utensil, setting it on the table in favor of rubbing his fingers together. "I just…thought he would be back.” 

His mom nodded, “I see. Maybe he was confused. After last night.” 

“Can’t blame him. I would be too.” 

“He’ll be back after training. He's just catching up with his Altean family. He deserves that.” 

Keith nodded, staring at his breakfast.

His mom gently touched his hand, the others still engrossed in their own conversations. "So Allura. She’s a nice girl."

Keith looked at his mom, immediately knowing the direction this conversation was heading. "No."

"That's okay...it would be a good political moved for the two main empires to band together-"

"My marriage won't be a political transaction." Keith moved his hand onto his lap. Doing his best to keep his voice low. "I didn't want this life, and I won't marry someone I'm not interested in." 

Krolia frowned, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to strike a chord with you."

He didn’t respond. 

"Is...is there someone you fancy?" She asked hesitantly.

An image of Lance flashed in Keith's mind and he shook his head. “No...I don't have interest in anyone.” 

The door swung open, and Coran walked in with a big grin on his face. “Good morning your majesties,” he bowed. “Sorry to interrupt but we have two unexpected guests.”  

He stepped off to the side, another Altean and Balmeran entering. 

King Alfor stood. A wide smile on his face, “Hunk! Shay! To what do we own the honors?” He stepped away from his seat, embracing the two people. 

“Hello your majesty, we wanted to stop by since we missed the party last night.” Hunk said as he patted the king's back. 

“Oh nonsense, you two are always welcome in my castle. But I want to introduce you to the Empire, Empress, and the prince of the Galran Empire.” 

Hunk and Shay bowed at them, “sorry we missed you at the party last night. “I’m Hunk Garret, and this is my fiancé, Shay.” 

“Hunk here is our blacksmith for our knights,” Allura’s mother chimed in. A proud look in her eye. 

Hunk rubbed the back of his neck, his orange marks glowing slightly. “Oh geez, thanks, Queen. But um, where are the knights? It’s time for the sword's monthly checks and I heard Lance was back so I really want to check his sword. I don’t know how much he used it.” 

“He hasn’t used it once,” Kolivan stated, which caused Hunk to smile. 

“Good, I wasn’t in the mood to make a new sword in twelve hours like last time.” 

“He had his broadsword now, he better not break it in half like his training sword,” Coran said, a humorous look on his face. “They’re actually training right now. We can go down and look for ourselves.” 

“Perfect timing,” Hunk and Coran turned around to leave. Shay moved to chat with Allura. 

Keith found himself standing, moving to follow the two men leaving. Shiro stood to follow. Coran glanced at them and offered him a warm smile. They moved down the hallway, Coran explaining to Hunk that Lance was Keith’s knight. 

“Have you kept in touch with him while he’s been at Daibazaal?” Hunk questioned. 

“We video chat every other night or so. But past that no.” Coran stated. 

Hunk frowned, “I miss him.” 

Keith’s chest tightened slightly. Suddenly feeling guilty for “taking” Lance away from his family and friends. His home. 

They exited the castle, heading toward a courtyard. Romelle was sitting on the ground, her legs stretched out in front of her. Her head tilted towards the sky. She looked like a sunbathing cat. 

In the middle of the yard, Lance and Adam stared at each other. Neither of them moved. Keith forced himself to take a deep breath when he realized Lance wasn't wearing his armor. None of them were wearing it, except Coran. 

Instead, he was wearing what looked like baggy black pants, some form of a high boot and he was shirtless. His skin glistened under the suns above. His chest was rising and falling slightly, and his hair stuck to his forehead some. 

Keith felt his heart rate increase, and his throat went dry. Lance was…well he was hot. He had never admired other people before but he would stare at him all day if he could. Was he really hiding all of that muscle under his armor? Shiro nudged his shoulder and he moved his eyes down. 

Adam and Romelle wore the same boots and pants but they both had a light blue sleeveless shirts on. 

“Hey everyone,” Romelle glanced at them before closing her eyes again. 

“Hunk’s here to do your monthly sword checks,” Coran stated, unbothered by the other two knights staring at each other. 

Romelle hummed, “they're over there.” She pointed to the left of her. “Can you do Adam’s first?” 

Hunk nodded, “how have you been El?” He pulled a small object out of his pocket. It quickly expanded to a bigger box that he kneeled to the ground to open. 

“Good good. Things have been good here. What about you?” 

“Can’t complain, Shay’s been busy.” He pulled out a thick leather glove and a mask to cover his face. “But she likes what she does.” He stood, turning to look at the two Galran’s. “You’re fine there, but don’t step any closer. Oh! And you might want to plug your ears.” 

Keith and Shiro shared a look, clearly confused. 

Hunk made his way toward where the swords were. Each of them propped against a tree. Coran picked up Adam’s sword, holding it by the holder as Hunk grabbed the handle. 

“Ready?” 

Coran nodded. 

Hunk shook his head so his mask fell down and he yanked the sword out. Red lighting exploded from the blade, causing a rumble in the ground. 

Keith covered his ears, trying to make out what was happening. 

Hunk had let the tip of the sword rest on the ground as he studied the blade, one of his gloves running over the metal surface. The lighting lessened some but it still sparked around the blade; only stopping once it was slid back into the holder. “He’s got some scratches but nothing else. I can leave some polish-” 

“GET OFF ME!” Everyone’s attention snapped toward the two knights. No longer standing still. Instead, Lance had Adam’s back against his chest, his legs wrapped around him while his head was in a chokehold. 

Adam swung his fist back, hitting Lance a couple of times but he didn’t budge. “Lance, I swear to god!” 

“Say you lost!” 

“No!” 

“BOYS!” Coran’s voice echoed across the yard, causing them to scramble apart. Coran waved them over and they quickly jogged over. The older man smiled at them, keeping his hands behind his back. “I’m happy you two are having fun but what was happening?” 

They glared at each other. Adam wouldn’t admit he lost!” 

“You cheated!” 

“I didn’t pull your sword out!” 

Adam turned to face him, his marks glowing brightly, “listen here-” 

Coran laughed, resulting in both of them laughing. “It’s good to have you all back together. Adam, get your report from Hunk. Romelle, you’re up next. Lance.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Put on a shirt. We have guests.” 

Lance blushed at the realization and moved to grab his shift that was on the ground by Keith. “Good morning your majesty.” He bowed slightly, not meeting his eyes and slid the fabric on. 

“Morning. If it helps from my perspective Adam totally lost.” 

Lance grinned at him, “thanks.” 

“I may have lost, but I’ve kicked your ass enough.” Adam wrapped his arms around Lance’s neck. “Lance may have the looks but I have the charm.” He winked at Shiro who cleared his throat. 

Keith found himself chuckling as Shiro turned to “cough” into his elbow, clearly flustered. 

Adam pressed an over-the-top kiss to Lance’s cheek, “love you!” He removed himself and walked over to talk to Coran who was watching Romelle and Hunk. 

Lance wiped his cheek with the back of his hand. “Asshole.”

Keith found himself staring at his knight. For some reason watching him wipe a kiss off his cheek was enduring. “Do you not like cheek kisses?” 

Lane looked at him, “I don’t mind them. But he acts like such an older brother to me it’s annoying.” 

“Must be nice though.” 

Lance grimaced, “sorry. I forgot you don’t have siblings.” 

Keith shrugged, “I have Shiro.” 

“Lance! You’re next!” Hunk called him over. 

“Be right back, prince.” He made his way over to his sword, pulling it out for Hunk to examine. Keith found himself walking to Coran. 

“Sir, can I ask you a question?” 

The older man smiled at him, twirling his mustache some. “Of course crown prince. But please, call me Coran.” 

“Okay,” his eyes shifted back to his knight who was putting his sword away. “Why did Adam's sword kind of...explode? I guess. But the other two didn’t.” 

Coran smiled at him, it was a soft smile. Almost a fatherly presence around it. Keith was a bit taken aback, most strangers either didn’t talk to him or didn’t treat him this pleasantly. Like he was a person under the title he carried. “These Altean swords are special. They’re based on Voltron. Well, more specifically the separate lions. These swords,” he unsheathed his own. It was the same as Lance’s but the lightning was black. “Are bound to their knights. When you are sworn in there is an additional ceremony for your sword. With just the knights.” 

He continued, “since these swords are bound to their person, if someone else, like our blacksmith Hunk, unsheathed them they will ‘attack’ the person. That’s why Hunk wears a special glove and wears his face covering. The sword only goes after whoever is holding it. Not who’s around him.” He indicated to Keith to raise his hands. 

He placed his sword in Keith's open palms. “Since I pulled my sword out and place it in your hand it won’t attack or feel heavy.” 

“Feel heavy?” 

“Yes, young prince. If you notice, Hunk couldn’t lift Adam’s sword off the ground really. It weighs a lot when others unsheathed it.” He allowed Keith to study the sword. “It’s a bit complicated and doesn't make a whole lot of sense but alchemy is powerful.” 

Keith nodded, letting the older man take his sword back. “So if I took your sword and pulled it out I would…die?” 

Coran nodded, “yes, or you wouldn’t be able to move or swing it if you had protection.” 

“I see.” 

"We only have five swords. If we get more knights in the future, which right now doesn't look likely. We will have to look into other weapons." Coran had a faraway look in his eyes. 

“Is it the same for the knights?” Shiro asked, he looked surprisingly intrigued by the conversation. 

Coran snapped back into the conversation. “Yes and no. The knights can use other swords but they will deal with a dull shock and a heavier blade. It’s bearable but still not ideal.” 

“It hurts Coran!” Lance jumped into the convo. “It’s not a ‘dull ache’ it’s like a thousand needles in your hands.” 

Coran laughed, “you’ve always been overdramatic my boy.” 

Lance smiled and Keith wished he could hug him. He found himself silently vowing to make sure he never loses that smile. 

---

He found himself at the dinner table. He was told they would be heading back home after lunch. Lance stood behind him, back in his armor. Adam stood behind the queen and Coran the King. The conversation flowed naturally and Keith found himself a bit sad to leave. 

They had been so welcoming and friendly. Keith didn’t want to go back to his endless meetings and people refusing to look him in the eye cause he was a prince. 

“Where is Allura? She knows when lunch is,” the queen asked, seeming slightly annoyed. 

Adam elbowed Coran, wiggling his eyebrows some. Both Allura and Romelle were gone, Keith could infer what he was implying.  

“I’m sure she’ll be walking through those doors any moment now.

Keith lifted his fork to his mouth, a blood-curdling scream filling the air.

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Ohhhhhh

I just wanted to say that the color swords the knights are given don't really mean anything! It's not really like the lions choosing their paladins; they're just based off the lions  

Side note; I appreciate all the feedback I've been getting (here and on AO3) ilyasm <33

Thank you for reading <33333

[romanarose]

Sunshine, Starlight, Sweetheart, Brightside part 6

Moon Knight fanfiction, Steven and my OC (Sam) are primary couple, Marc and Sam are coming along latter

Masterlist here

Chapter 5 : Chapter 7

This is a long chapter so Im gonna split it up a bit. First part is Steven meeting Sam's brother.

Warnings: Mentions of assault, family issues, child abuse, for the first part of the chapter.

Second part is getting smutty and then angsty and a bit intense.

Warnings: Smut, making out, getting naked, some oral (Female receiving), scars, talk of self-harm, talk of sexual assault, rape, stalking (won't go into it much, but Sam has to explain what happened)

I'll warn yall before that talk happens, so if you want to skip it just know that Sam was assaulted the summer after high school by a co-worker who was older and had been harassing her all summer.

Hope Ya'll like it <3

Come on, just let me front, you’re going to mess this up

Steven was tying his the in the mirror, arguing with Marc

“Fuck off Marc, you were a dick to her on wednessday.” Lets face it, I’m the one with charisma here 

“What is going on with you lately? You have been nothing but rude ever since she gave you the scarf, which, by the way, we should wear tonight” Don’t fucking wear my scarf, wear yours. And I have not been a dick, you’re just sensitive. You know how important tonight is, she called her brother her hero 

“Yes I’m fucking aware how important tonight is, but I think it’s going to go great.” What makes you so confident of that? 

Steven smiled at the mirror “She loves me”

Marc appeared in the mirror “WHAT! You guys said I love you? Buddy that’s great! When did this happen?”

“Wednesday, before you had to go bugger everything up” He glared at Marc’s reflection “And don’t you ‘buddy that's great’ me, Marc, you obviously hate her.”

“What?! No I don’t. “

“You obviously do or you couldn’t be trying to sabotage us”

“ I’m not trying to sabotage you! I just -ugh- never mind. She’ll be here any minute”

“Why won’t you wear the scarf Marc?”

“Just leave it alone”

“You are just so intent on pushing everyone away who cares about you, aren’t you?”

Marc left. It was just in time, Sam was knocking on the door. She looked lovely in navy blue pants and a purple/red sweater, her auburn hair really adding to the rainbow of colors on her. He loved the way she dressed, she brought literal and figurative color into his life. “Hello! Are you ready?” Sam was tapping her thumb to each finger, repetitively. 

“Yeah, let me just grab my coat and scarf” he got ready for the cold “Are you alright?” 

“Yeah, I just want it all to go well. I want you guys to get along”

Yeah, you and me both Steven knew how much this night meant to her.

They arrived at the restaurant and got in line to speak to the hostess as Chris had already arrived. They waited side by side for the fairly large line to dwindle. When two men stood behind them, Sam moved herself in front of Steven. To Steven, it seemed she just wanted him to wrap his arms around her, but Marc noticed what happened.

 When they arrived inside, Sam let go of his head and practically skipped to her brother who greeted her with a warm hug. He glanced over her shoulder and eyed Steven, who smiled nervously. It wasn’t that he was glaring necessarily, but it was more like Steven was being scanned, studied. 

When Sam let go, she coaxed Steven over “Steven, this is Chris, and Chris this is my boyfriend” Sam and Chris glanced at each other “Steven Grant”

“I’ll be damned, you did end up with a Grant after all” Chris teased as they sat down, Steven pulling out Sam’s chair for her.

Steven looked to Sam to clarify what that meant, but she was too busy smiling at her brother. She really did look up to him She probably dated some other guy with the last name Grant are you trying to stress me out?

Steven attempted to make conversation “So Chris how was your trip over here?” Steven felt like he was being eyed. It wasn’t malicious, but it made him nervous. 

Chris still smiled politely at Steven “It was good, I drove over, I come out sometimes for work so I’m used to the drive”

“Is that what brought you here for the weekend?”

“Yeah, I’m meeting with a client, gotta convince them to take our office for the properties they are building in Edinburgh”

Sam interjected “He’s a lawyer, did I tell you that? Property law”

“No” Steven replied “That’s very impressive.”

“What do you do, Steven?”

Steven panicked. She came from a family of lawyers, Chris was a lawyer who was obviously doing well. He probably wasn’t going to be thrilled his dear sister was dating a man who worked in a gift shop. The waitress came and took their order, and when Steven looked at Sam, she smiled and nodded, eagerly waiting for Steven to tell Chris about his work as if there was nothing to be ashamed of.

“I just work at the London Museum… Just in a gift shop.” He fidgeted with the napkin “Not very impressive, is it” He felt Sam grab his hand under the table.

Chris was not judgemental, but Steven continued feeling like he was being watched “Hey, every job exists for a reason. We all have roles to play” he spoke sincerely “Do you like what you do?”

“Not really, I love the museum. I’d love to be a tour guide, eventually”

Sam stepped in, beaming with pride “He knows EVERYTHING about Egypt, it’s incredibly impressive. In fact he knows a lot about history in general, but Egypt is his expertise.” She smiled at Steven brightly “You’d be a great tour guide” She turned back with Chris “He’s great with kids too. He could answer their questions all day”

Chris finally seemed to relax a bit “You two have that in common. How long have you been together again?”

“Just a month” Sam giggled “I gotta go to the bathroom before the food arrives” She stood up, and Steven wanted to beg her to stay, but he supposed she was doing this intentionally,

They both watched her leave, then turned to each other. Steven smiled nervously. 

Chris spoke first “A month, huh?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Steven, I don’t want to be that older brother… but let me be frank.”

“Please” Steven just wanted them to get this over with.

“I’m not going to judge you working in a shop, I know you were nervous about that. I don’t care what you do. She does well enough for herself. As long as you aren’t a bum like our other sisters fiancé, it’s fine. But I assume she’s talked to you about some things in her past?”

“Oh. Yeah. She talked about your dad and the medicine she’s on… She spoke very highly of you”

Chris smiled at that “We had to stick together to survive, and now we try to help the younger kids while they still live there. She constantly is trying to protect the kids. All kids, all the time” he sighed “But she’s been through a lot. Probably some things she hasn’t talked about yet. But she’s a giver. She will give and give and give until there's nothing left. I don’t want to do the whole  ‘if you hurt her I’ll kill you’ bit, but I have 2 things I need you to know. And I know you’ve only been together a month, but she doesn’t really date, and the way you look at each other… I think I should do this now.”

“Okay, yeah.” He’s gonna fucking kill you

“First off, true to the stereotype, If you hurt her I’ll ruin your life. I don’t mean if you break her heart, that happens. I mean if you hit her or do something to her, I will end you. I know people. Understood?”

Steven felt his anxiety getting the best of him “Oh god, yeah, I would never-” 

“I’m not saying you would. I’m saying if you ever did. Okay?”

“Okay” Steven’s hand was squeezing his own leg.

“But 2, and I think this one would apply to you more, be gentle with her. Like I said, she will give and give until there's nothing left of herself. Please just… be careful. Don’t let her drain herself. She works full time, goes to school full time, volunteers and now she’s dating you and she looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky. She will do anything for you. Don’t take advantage of that, okay?” Chris looked at Steven as if he was asking, not demanding. 

Steven felt less afraid of Chris and understood him more. “We want the same thing, I think. Whatever is best for her. But I do appreciate you giving me a little incite into her mind. She always seems so… okay. Like everything is fine.”

“That will change. She’ll have her downs.”

“I’ll be ready.”

Chris smiled, looking like he was content with the conversation but doubtful of Steven insistence he can handle her. He saw Sam returning “I trust you will, Steven”

Sam sat back down “What are we talking about” She looked at Steven to check he was okay, like she knew Chris would give him a talk of sorts. Steven smiled reassuringly.

“Just guy stuff” Steven joked “Cars, guns, excetera”

Sam was elated the whole walk home “Steven that went GREAT! Oh my god I think he likes you.” oh fuck yeah, you got this “Did you like him?” 

“Yeah, he was lovely” he meant it.

“He didn’t scare you? Didn’t try to intimidate you when I left?”

“No,not at all, he was really great”

She smiled widely as she looked at him while walking. “He really is great, isn’t he?”

“I hope to meet the rest of your siblings”

“Oh god, there's a lot. Catholics don’t believe in birth control.”

“How many are there?”

“8 in total, Chris, me, Benedict, Teresa, Philomena, Dominic, Simon, and then Mary”

“Wow, those really are very catholic names”

Sam chuckled “Yeah, yeah they are”

Sam was giddy, talking wildly the whole way home about her siblings. Steven learned one was in law school, and another, Teresa? Was engaged, but Sam hated her boyfriend. He was terrible but she’s the first sibling to get engaged so her parents are over the moon. She talked about Mary a lot, the youngest. She really adored her siblings, not just Chris. She tried to turn the conversation to Steven’s family, but he didn’t want to open that can of worms after such a good night. 

****this is where things get smutty, I'll warn yall when things shift and the talk of assault happens****

When Sam and Steven walked through the doors of his apartment, Sam quickly put Steven against the wall and kissed him with a fervent passion. Steven kissed back, but was a little confused by her sudden come on. But when she ran her hands up his chest and straddled a leg between her thighs, he wasn’t complaining. “Steven?” She kissed his neck as he ran his fingers through her hair

“Yes love?”

“I want you.”

“Hm?” Steven, you dumbass, she wants to fuck you “Oh! Oh my god, yes, I mean, I want you too” Steven moved Sam so that she was the one against the wall. He took her hands in his and pinned them above her head; both wrists fitting in his massive hands.

“Just one thing, my sunshine” 

oh, he liked that nickname “Yes, love?”

“I’m not really… I don’t really have a lot of experience…”

Steven slowed down, letting her hands drop as he cupped her face in his hand. He gave her a kiss “Are you…?”Jesus christ Steven, nothing is less sexy than asking a girl if she’s a virgin I’m just trying to be respectful, fuck off

Sam smiled and kissed him reassuringly “No, no, I just… There was college and then I just got so busy and I just… it never came up much, not a whole lot of opportunity presented itself. I just don’t really know what I’m doing… So if you don’t like something or it’s not good… I don’t want to disappoint you”

“Oh darling,” he kissed her forehead “You could never disappoint me” Not a lot of opportunity? You’re telling me a girl that looks like her hasn’t had much opportunity?

Steven took her in a deep kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue while she moved herself on his thigh. As he felt her, he couldn’t help thinking how perfect her body was. Every curve was just asking to be caressed.He wasn’t a very physical person. He preferred listening to her talk about the things she loved, the kids at her play school or her shows or bands. He loved her mind. But he would be a fool if she didn’t think she was hot as hell. He had no doubt in his mind that what was under her clothes would blow his mind. He worried that she would find him underwhelming. It amazing she even found him attractive at all Relax buddy, we look good Marc spoke with pride in his voice

“Is Marc here?”

“Uh, yeah, do you want him to go?”

“No -ah!- fuck, no, not if he wants to stay” Fuck yeah I want to stay. You can’t be an asshole I won’t, I won’t

“He wants to stay”

“Good” Sam gave Steven a look like their plan was coming together What the fuck was that look Steven ignored him, muttering to Sam how beautiful she is.

Lift her up and carry her to the bed, girls love that shit Can we even do that? Oh, most definitely Marc bragged

Steven did as he was told, eliciting a squeal of glee and an audible, joyful, laugh. Cradling her head in one hand and ass in the other, he gently laid her down on the bed and never broke the kiss. Slowly, making sure she was comfortable, he unbuttoned her pants, only breaking to pull her pants down and kneel in front of her. He felt her legs, up and down her, grazing his fingers over her scars on the outside and into the stretch marks on her inner thighs. 

He carefully ran his face along the crotch of her underwear, smelling her. Sam gasped when she felt his nose hit her clit.”Fuck! Steven…” She moaned out his name in tune to his touch. Underwear still on, he opened his mouth and began carefully tasting her, mouthing every sensitive part of her body.

But when he reached his hands up to feel her body, she gasped, but not the kind he was looking for. What was that? She grabbed his hands to stop his and he immediately removed them and his face from her body “What's wrong? Are you okay? Did you change your mind? That’s totally fine-”

Sam sat up and took his face in his hands, giving a kiss “No, no I still definitely want this. I absolutely want this” she emphasized, looking intensely in his eyes “Just… Don’t do that. Okay? Don’t touch my upper body when you are going down on me.” 

“Are you okay?” Steven was concerned

“Yes, please don’t tell me I ruined the moment.” she pleaded, touching her forehead to his “You can touch me like that any other time just not when you are going down on me? Okay?”

“Yes, of course that’s okay. You can always tell me if you don’t want something”

“I know, sunshine.” she kissed him, pulling him up so that he straddled her, both sitting up. He began to grind into her as she took off her shirt, and to his and Marc’s delight, her bra. They stayed sitting up like that for a while, Steven feeling her naked back and pulling at her hair until he couldn’t wait any longer, and needed to see what she looked like without her bra. God, he felt like a horny teeager.

He laid her down again, sliding his hands up to cup her naked breasts, fuck, she felt amazing.

But when Steven sat up to look at her, his heart sank. There she was sprawled out beneath his, completely topless. And all he could see were burn scars on the underside of her breasts and along the bra line Marc… Steven, those aren't more than a month old. Are you absolutely sure? Yes. A month at absolute most

Sam noticed his demeanor change as he stared at her. Not exactly what a girl wants to see when she shows a man her breasts “Steven?”

“Those are new, aren't they?”

Her arm went to instinctively cover them “Just ignore that Steven. Come on, we can talk about it later.”

“Sam…”

Sam tried to pull him in for a kiss, hoping to get him worked up enough to ignore the scars “Come on baby, I want you, please?”

“Sam, were you doing this while we were dating? You said you stopped years ago.”

Sam shifted and her body stiffened “Get off of me. Now” She grabbed a blanket to cover herself as Steve practically scrambled off of her and the bed.

She pulled the blanket off the bedding and kept it wrapped around and attempted to gather her clothes. She didn’t notice Steven change. She turned around to face away from him, the blanket draped over her as she put the sports bra back on. 

“Someone hurt you, didn’t they?” It was Marc, of all people.

****talk of sexual assault on a teenager in the past, sexual harassment from an older male, scars, self harm, uuuhhhh thats it I think

Sam scoffed, “Yeah, my dad, we went over this.” she said bitterly

“No” his voice was careful but firm as she attempted to get her pants and shirt on with a blanket covering her “Someone else. Someone touched you.” Sam froze, head poking out of the blanket that was still wrapped around her shoulders and head. Marc took another step around to bed and towards her “You won’t let anyone stand behind you. You start when Steven comes up behind you, especially when he touches your back. The nightmares…” he trailed off “Chris said there were things you probably hadn’t told Steven…”

“I’m gonna kick his ass,” she muttered, not facing him as he approached.

“Look at me”

Sam spun around, her jaw set and determined not to break.

But Marc had put the pieces together Marc what are you talking about? Give me the body back. Marc ignored Steven. Marc tried to remain calm, his anger flowing through him “Someone touched you. Talk to me.” it sounded like a demand, but it was a request, Sam knew. What do you mean?

Looking at Marc, this man she had only really seen hard set and closed off, attempting to get her to open up, his eyes kind and gentle… her heart melted. Her eyes teared up, she knew he had some similar past as her and her dad, the hints had been there. “Yeah.”

Marc took one more step towards her and reached out a hand towards her, but she held up a hand “Don’t” It wasn’t personal, she simply didn’t want to be touched right now

“What happened” Give me the body

Her face softened, she knew she had to talk about it at some point. She walked around the counter with the blanket and opened the cabinet “It was the summer after high school, I worked at a grocery store in Hertfordshire and my coworker took an interest in me” she got a glass “I was 17, he was 28”

Marc felt his blood boiling beneath his skin “You were a teenager” he murmured in his rage.

Sam didn’t respond, she poured her drink and continued. “We were buddies at first, but I should’ve known 28 year olds don’t just want to be friends with 17 year olds. I was naive.” Marc almost interjected, but let her keep talking “He started to get weird and would sneak up behind me and touch my back and try to scare me and he started… his hands moved lower until he started to touch my ass when he did that. That was his thing. Now I know what you’re thinking, I should’ve told him to stop.”

His heart broke, why would we think that? Tell her we aren’t thinking that Steven was frantic “That’s not what I was thinking, you shouldn’t have to.”

“Well I did. I started to tell him to stop, very clearly. He started to threaten me. Said he’d beat the attitude out of me, started telling me the things he would do to me…” She sighed loudly “And then…” Oh god, there's more? She took a big drink of the sweet, red wine, then stared at the wall, seemingly in her own world.

“ Sweetheart, what happened?” Marc was trying to not sound panicked.

Sam didn’t miss the pet name that he had never used before. It comforted her to know he cared, just like Steven cared. “It was a party for work to kinda, celebrate the end of summer, everyone leaving for school and all that. I shouldn’t have gone, I know I shouldn’t have gone. I shouldn’t have gone because I knew he’d be there and I shouldn’t have been drinking and I shouldn’t have been drinking that much.” she started breathing heavily. Marc wanted to comfort her, but she refused his touch earlier “Oh my god, so much fucking vodka… I knew it was a bad Idea, I don’t know why I didn’t just leave when he arrived” the tears spilled over.

“Hey, hey no none of this is your fault” Marc didn’t know what this was, but he had an idea.

“Essentially, he took me upstairs and… Yeah. That’s why I didn’t want Steven to touch me like that, that’s part of what he did. And I never reported it. I never reported it to work or the police and I just… I know I should’ve, I know I should’ve fought back or reported him and I never should been at the party,-”

“No, no, you were 17, don’t blame yourself-” Marc pleaded with her, desperate to relieve her guilt.

“drinking like that around people I didn’t really know” her voice was breaking, Marc didn’t know what to do.

 Steven took the body by force and pulled Sam into a hug “There, there love. Don’t blame yourself. I don’t blame you and neither does Marc” he felt her hair, massaging her scalp “It’s on him, not you.” He traced her back with his other hand “Quite the pair you and Marc are, the lot of you. You blame yourselves for everything. But it’s not your fault” he looked at the mirror when he said that, making sure Marc knew he was talking to him too “You were just a kid.”

Sam cried into Steven’s shoulder, letting out all her frustrations. She felt when he shifted back to Marc.

“You were a child. I’m going to fucking kill him” he meant it.

Sam pulled back “No! No, don’t. Please. I don’t want blood on my hands.”

Marc was getting worked up again “It’s not on your hands, it’s mine” He was already planning on how he would find him. He still had the suite, for some reason. Maybe he’ll try to get Khonshu's attention. This was up his alley. Maybe he’ll help.

“Marc, NO” Her face was firm “Chris took care of it. Chris beat his ass, and he left town. It’s fine. Just leave it” 

Marc wondered if he could kill him without her finding out. He shouldn’t risk it. “Why did you start hurting yourself again?”

Sam sighed loudly “I thought we moved past that.”

Marc just looked at her intently.

“Ugh. There wasn't, like, a particular reason. It was just… It’s been a stressful semester and my dad made a comment about the fact I haven't graduated yet. It just triggered me and I… reverted back. That’s all. I’ll stop.” She looked at him like a teenager trying to convince their mom they only smoked weed that ONE TIME. 

“Are you absolutely sure?” Marc wasn’t convinced.

“Yes, I’m FINE.”

“Can we… stay the night? I feel weird leaving you right now”

Sam smiled softly “Yes, I would love that”

“Here’s Steven back” He squeezed her hand and she felt him switch back “Oh, sweetheart, come here” he hugged Sam again. “Let me make you some tea”

“I would love that, sunshine”

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Don't Get Frostbite

[Part one right here]

This is part two! I hope yall enjoy!!

Warnings {small bullying (Yuu feeling left out), slow angst, this is an X Reader fic but instead of using Y/N or Name, I used Yuu = You, Anxiety attacks, stranger danger, crappy chase scene, mentions of death]}

Yuu is 7, Malleus is 9, Sebek is 8, and Silver is 7.

"YOU'RE SUCH AN IDIOT"

Yuu has only been living at the Draconia residence for a few days now, and things were tough for little Yuu. Right now they are being yelled at by Malleus's friends for not knowing how to 'play' knights.

"Sebek, calm down. It isn't a big deal" said the boy with white hair.

Yuu felt like crying, they haven't seen their fathers in a few days. They've always had hard time meeting friends, but this was like being thrown into the ocean without knowing how to swim.

"Is everything okay over here children?".

Lilia, that was the man's name. Yuu thought he was nice but then again he did scare them a few times.

"NO, this human doesn't understand how to be a Knight! How are they supposed to protect his majesty when they are older!".

Lilia chucked, "Sebek, we've spoken about this. Little Yuu won't be a guard, they are a guest that will be studying along Malleus".

Sebek's face turned red, he threw his 'sword' onto the ground and proceeded to march away.

Yuu looked up at Lilia, "Did I do something wrong? I am sorry, I didn't understand the rules".

Lilia smiled down at them and pat their head, "No dear, Sebeck tends to take things too seriously". Lila then picks up Silver, "Apologies Yuu, but I must leave. Silver needs to take a nap before dinner. Make sure you leave with Sebek. You may be old enough to wander on, but you're are still new to the Brair Valley area, many get lost here".

Yuu watched Lilia and Silver leave the overgrown thorn bushes garden. Yuu was alone, well besides Sebek somewhere in the garden. Dark clouds could be seen moving in the sky; rain or snow could be fallen at any minute. Yuu didn't want to get caught in any storm so they went to look for Sebek.

After walking through the woods the endless woods for a a good 30 minutea, Yuu looked behind the tall dark trees, and there they saw was a small clearing, Sebek was in the middle of the clearnimg, making circle of crocus.

"What are you doing Sebek?"

"I'm making a fairy ring, so I can catch a better human. Then maybe I'll have someone to play correctly with me and Silver".

Yuu's lip thinned, "Well that isn't very nice. But aren't you supposed to be using mushrooms?".

Sebek whips his head around, "DON"T CORRECT ME! Anyway, what do you even know about Fae and Fairies? You're just a dumb human".

Even though Sebek was eight he still towered over Yuu, "I don't know but my grandma always told me not to set foot in a ring or tell any stranger my name. Nor talk to strangers".

The two stared at each other, and snow slowly fell from the sky.

"Sebek can we go back to the castle?". It was getting colder by the minute, the sun was setting making the forest look darker and cleaning, much more scarier for Yuu than it already was.

Sebek turned around and started walking, "Fine, follow me. Stick close".

The two started making their way through the trees and the thorn bushes. The sun was already gone and the snow fell harder.

"Sebek"

"Sebek"

"WHAT"

"I think we are lost". Yuu was freezing and no matter how far they walked, they felt like they weren't going to get closer to the castle.

"No. We aren't lost. We are almost there. So shut your mouth and keep walking".

Sebek looked scared, Yuu was scared. It had been a few hours at this point since they last since Lilia.

Crack.

The two both whip their head towards the sound; nothing. Nothing in the dark, they only could hear the sound of them breathing,

Yuu felt like crying, "Sebek I want to go home".

"Me too, let's try this wa-"

CRACK.

The two stared at each other and started running. Yuu was trying to hold onto Sebek's hand as they ran through the heavy snowfall. They heard heavy footsteps running after them. Sebek saw a bush up ahead, and quickly he pushed Yuu in front of him making them land in the bush.

Sebek quickly sorted himself, putting his hand over Yuu's mouth as he peaked outside of the bush. Two dark, tall, scrawny, figures rush passed them, screeching.

The two sat there for a while, holding their breath as much as they could in the freezing cold. Yuu was shivering, their lips almost blue, and cheeks red. Sebek was keeping watch, looking for a way out of this mess. He wanted to cry. But he needs to be brave as well.

'What would a knight do?'. He thought.

He quietly stood up and slowlylooking around. Then he sees it, the entrance to the castle's gate.

"Yuu" He looked down at them smiling. His smile disappeared, Yuu was falling asleep.

"YUU!" he yelled quietly.

The screeching sound could be heard from a distance.

Sebek shakes them awake, panicking as he heard the loud footsteps from before.

Yuu slowly comes to their senses, Sebek tugs on their hand and starts running towards the gate. Yuu was slowly running from behind, having a hard time keeping up with the young fae. They felt tired, they felt cold.

Sebek throws himself at the gate. His face turns white, the gate was locked. He was panicing, no matter how hard he shook the gate, it wouldn't budge. He looks around and sees a ditch, pulling Yuu and then helping Yuu lay down in the ditch.

"Yuu, Am going to look for a way into the gate or a guard for help, okay? Stay here until I come back". Sebek puts his huge jacket onto Yuu, then quickly piles sticks, leaves, and dirt onto them.

"I'll be back" He runs off into the dark.

Sebek runs along the fence line, knowing he has little time before Yuu goes to 'sleep'.

"Children!!?"

"Sebeck?!!"

"Yuu?1?"

Sebek looks everywhere to find where the voices were coming from, from a distance he sees the warm glow of lanterns.

"MASTER LILA". Sebek gives his body a final push and runs towards the light. He didn't care about the thing in the woods, he wanted to go home, he wanted his parents, he wanted cry.

In front of him stood a couple of guards on horseback, Lilia, and Yuu's father.

"Oh Sebek, there you are". Lilia pulls him into a hug. Sebek starts crying into his arms, even wailing at this point.

"Sebek, Where's Yuu!" asked Yuu's father.

Sebek faces drains, he felt like throwing up, he had left them behind. "SIR! I left them in a ditch! They couldn't keep up and there was something chasing us, so I told them to hide as I ran for help".

The two adults face drained, Yuu wasn't a fae so their body heat wasn't regulated as well.

"Sebek, quickly, were did you leave them?".

The two adults got onto the horses, "By the old gate".

♡

Achoo

Yuu was laying by their Papa in bed in the infirmity wing. They were still cold, after all, they spent hours in the snow. Sebek and Silver huddled around the bed. Sebek was still in distress, the feeling of guilt was eating him up.

"Are they going to wake up soon?" asked Silver.

Yuu's papa smiled at the young boy, "Hopefully. We can thank the seven that they were found in time". The man looks toward Sebek, with a soft smile, "If it wasn't for Sebek, they might have sub come to hypothermia or even worst frostbite. We wouldn't want that".

Sebeck started wailing, "I AM SORRY SIR! IF IT WASN'T FOR MY ARROGANCE, THEY WOULDN'T BE IN THE INFIRMITY!". The two stared at Sebek in disbelief.

"Sebek, calm down. This is embaressing". Silver decided to get up on the bed and lay down next to Yuu.

SLAM

The three looked towards the door, seeing Malleus and a couple of maids run after him.

"Your majesty! You must return to your studies!?"

"Young master! Please calm down!"

The boy marched over towards the four, and an angry expression could be seen across his face. No matter how intimidating he was, his baby face couldn't be taken seriously sometimes.

"What happened?", there was a scrawl across his face.

Sebek starts tearing up again, "I AM SORRY YOUNG MASTER, IT IS MY FAULT! I DRAGGED THEM INTO THE WOODS AND WE GOT LOST AND THEN IT GOT DARK AND -"

"And they made it out safely". Lilia, once again making his surprising appearance, walked towards the bed.

Malleus frowned at Sebek, not disgusted but as disappointed. He knew that Sebek had displeasure towards some humans. But he didn't think it would go this far. Either Malleus was making a misjudgment or Sebek really made a mistake. Malleus looked over and pulled down the blanket a little and looked closely at sleeping Yuu.

'They look so peaceful'.

"Ah, Mr. (L/N). I have a small schedule for little Yuu and a term of residents where you all will be staying". Lilia pulls a letter out of his pocket.

Mr. (L/N) reads over the letter, "Thank you, I will inform Yuu when they awake. Also where is this small cottage? There isn't a map in here".

"Oh, that would be over at the end of the garden area. It was shed, but no one uses it anymore but it is big enough for your family".

As the two men talked, the three children's eyes were locked onto Yuu's sleeping form.

'They've been sleeping for a long time, maybe longer than me".

"Don't say that, You'll make Sebek cry again".

"MASTER, I AM SORRY!" He wails again.

"Children!". The three look up at Lilia, the face Lilia was making almost made them think that they were going to eat his cooking again.

"It is time to resume your studies before dinner", he said with a smile.

The four said their goodbyes to the other two and left the infirmity wing.

♡

The small family moved into that small cottage (or old shed), it was bigger than their house on the farm. Yuu had their own bedroom, and their parents had their own bathroom. It felt like home.

"I wonder why they decided to put two bathrooms in a 'shed'" said the small child.

Yuu's Papa was helping Yuu get ready, the family used the last of their savings to buy Yuu a bookbag, gloves, hat, and a better jacket. "Don't worry about it dear, now are you ready for your first day of lessons?"

"Yes papa, are you going to be okay being alone?"

Yuu's father was offered a job as a guard on the opposite side of the castle, meaning that he could be barely home.

"Yes, dear" With a kiss on their head, a knock could be heard at the door.

"I believe that would be your little knight," he said with a light laugh.

Yuu's face flushed, they haven't really spoken to Sebek since the whole incident. But Sebek has come to their home often asking their papa if they were okay.

Yuu opened the door and there stood Sebek and Silver.

"YUU ARE YOU READY TO LEAVE THE PREMISE?". Silver and Yuu both squeezed their face, trying to block out the loudness that came from Sebek, as just dawn arose.

Yuu gave one last goodbye to their papa and left with the two boys.

It was awkward between the three, after the whole incident, there was guilt between the two. Both felt they weren't strong enough in the situation.

"Yuu? Can I see your lesson plan?" asked Silver.

"Um. Sure" Yuu reached into their book bag and pulled out their paper.

Silver and Sebek both scanned the paper intensely, Sebek gasped.

"YOU CAN"T READ?"

"Damn, and they put you in Fae language studies at the same time?" Silver said with pity in his voice.

The two looked at Yuu with pity.

"I didn't learn how. Not all of us are fortunate".

"Yeah but wasn't there a school where you lived?" asked Silver.

Yuu shook their head, "No not really, there weren't any teachers nor enough kids for there to be a school. There were a lot of old people though. I used to have this old neighbor and she was mean some days. Once I peaked through her window to watch TV and she chased me down with a broom".

The children laughed.

"Maybe she was a witch" Sebek claimed.

"No, she couldn't be a witch. I read that witches eat children to stay young" Yuu said.

Silver shooked his head. "No, then that means my dad is a witch. But I've never seen him eat any kids"

Yuu laughed, "Maybe he is just fattening you up!"

Sebek and Yuu laughed, Silver face flushed with embarrassment.

"Now children, we aren't dilly-dallying are we?"

The three screamed and looked behind them. Lila was smiling at the three. "Well?"

"NO MASTER LILIA".

"No Dad".

"No Sir".

Lilia smiled, "Good, now follow me. We are almost in the castle and I don't want either of you getting lost".

The three followed Lilia.

"Hey Silver" Yuu whispered.

"Yeah?".

"Why does your Dad look so young? He looks younger than my dad's".

"It is because fae doesn't age the same way you humans do". Sebek explained. The two children looked at Sebek amazed.

"That means Yuu will die of old age and we'll be looking like Master Lilia".

"Sebek. That's enough out of you," Lilia said with a strict tone.

The three stopped talking. Yuu felt sad, they just started making friends and they found out that they were going to die before them? They are going to be an old cranky person while their so-called friends stay young? Yuu was in deep thought and it put a frown on their face.

The group made way through endless hallways, until they finally made their stop at a huge door.

"Alright children, please behave. I will come back to get you for lunch". Lilia opened the door, and through that door was what looked like to be an endless amount of books. Shelves that probably reached the ceiling, the many miles of bookshelves, and the long study tables. The two boys ran towards their seating. There were a few other children as well, probably children of maids and guards.

Yuu made their way towards the table but was stopped by Lilia, "I am terribly sorry Yuu, but you won't be joining them".

Yuu looked up at the man, "Why?".

Lilia sighed and took their hand, "You are too far behind to join them, so for now you will have a personal teacher until you can read and write in your native tongue and fae language".

The two made their way into the other side of the library, there was a door on the other side. As it was opened it looked like a small study room. " Your instructor will be here in a few minutes, I'll make sure to have the boys get you before lunch starts, okay?".

Yuu didn't know why but they felt so much anxiety, they were going to be left alone, with a stranger. Lilia picked up on their emotions, Yuu was gripping the inside of their palms harshly. Lilia softly grabbed their hands and kissed them.

"Listen little one, you'll be okay. I promise if there is any trouble. Just call out my name and I'll be there in a second".

Yuu looked at the man with teary eyes and nodded. Lilia gave them a small hug and left, closing the door behind them.

Yuu made their way towards the chair, then they heard a small noise.

CREAK

"Psst, Yuu. Down here".

Yuu looked down to see a small crawl space door open. "Malleus? What are you doing down there?"

Malleus smirked at them, "Isn't it cool? We have secret entrances in every room in case of an emergency".

Yuu was impressed, they sat on the floor near the small door. "What is that room that you've come out of?".

"Oh, that's my study room. I am already ahead in my studies than Sebek and Silver".

"Is it because you are going to be king one day?"

Malleus thinned his lips and looked up in thought, "Kinda, I don't know, But why are you in a separated room?".

Yuu looked down at their lands, "Well... It is because I don't know how to read or write".

The two sat in silence. "Well, that's okay, you are poor right?".

Yuu looked at Malleus with anger and embarrassment. "That is rude for you to say!".

"Oh, I didn't mean it in a bad way -"

CREAK.

The sound of Yuu's study door opened, Yuu look down to shoo Malleus away but he was already gone.

"Ah, (L/N). Are you ready for your- Um, I am sorry, why are you on the floor?"

'What a great way to start your first lesson

♡

"Okay, I think this wraps up today's lesson. You are excused".

As the teacher makes his way to leave, loud banging can be heard on the door. "YUU HURRY WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE!"

The teacher opens the door, "Ah Mr. Zigvolt, Are we going to use our inside voice today, or does someone need to re-dust the entire library needed" He said with an annoyed expression.

Sebek looked down and gulped, "No Mr.Merryweather sir".

"Good. Now both of you, leave the library".

Sebek, Silver, and Yuu made their way toward the second dining hall that was meant for the servants and the guards. There were already many children in line for their portion of meals.

"Dang it, now we are at the end of the line. Thanks, Sebek" Silver says annoyingly.

Sebek gasps and turns his head to lecture Silver, "Hey! It wasn't exactly my fault. It was that old fairy, Mr. Merryweather, he scares me".

As the two argue against each other, Yuu was in deep thought.

'Malleus was weird earlier. Also is he a fae? If he is a fae why does he have horns? But also he has long ears. Maybe I should ask Sebek. He seems to know everything'.

The three finally grabbed their food and made way towards an empty table.

"Hey Sebek, I have a question about Malleus".

Sebek's eyes lit with excitement, "First of all don't call the young master by his first name, it is very rude. And go ahead!".

Yuu coughed, "Well if the young master is a fae, why does he have horns?"

Sebek laughs, "That's because his royal bloodline comes from dragons. There are many types of fae; like Master Lilia, who is a bat fae, and The Young Master is a dragon fae!".

Yuu nodded, "Then what type of fae are you?"

Sebek puts his hand on his chest, "Well I am a half-fae, but you can tell who and who isn't a fae by looking at their ears. See, Mine and every other fae's ears are pointy".

As Sebek went on about fae heritage, Yuu heard a small sound of something dropping. Yuu looked down and saw that Silver had dropped his spoon. "Hey, Silver I think you dropped something-"

When Yuu looked up, they saw Silver clutching his ears and silently crying. "Silver are you okay?".

Sebek's attention flipped over to the crying boy, "Silver what is the matter?".

Before either could get an answer, Silver ran out the door still clutching his ears. The two looked at each other and silently agreed to run after Silver.

"Silver!!"

"SILVER!"

The two children were looking endlessly for the silver-haired boy, at this time they all probably missed their lesson, but that was the least of their worries. No matter how many doors they closed or opened, they couldn't find anything, not even a hair.

"Okay! Yuu, we need to split up!". Sebek was out of breath.

Yuu nodded and went to a different hallway than Sebek. After running for around what felt like hours (probably minutes), Yuu almost gave up. Then they heard it, the sound of someone crying. Yuu looked around but saw that it was coming from a wall or the inside of a wall.

'A panic room?'. Yuu thinks to themselves, they pushed on the wall that had the most sound coming out of. Then a door popped open. Yuu looked inside and saw silver huddled against themselves crying.

"Silver? Why are you crying?".

Silver looks up at them, eyes red from crying or rubbing too hard. Either way, it was painful to see.

Yuu scooted themselves in and sat next to Silver, "Is it because of what Sebek said?"

"WHAT DID I SAY HUMAN?". The two children looked at Sebek with wide eyes. Sebek made his way and sat in front of the other two.

"You mentioned how only fae's only had pointed ears, Silver doesn't have pointed ears but his dad does".

Sebek looked at Silver with his jaw hunged open.

'Wow, I guess that he never put two and two together' Yuu thought.

"That means.... I'll die before you, Sebek! I'll die before my dad and the young master!" Silver yelled.

Sebek started crying as well, and the two boys held each other. Yuu sat there awkwardly. "It's okay, I am adopted too".

Silver started crying louder, "I am adopted too!?!". Sebek glared at Yuu, "This is your fault!! You humans and your dumb questions!".

Yuu felt themselves crying now, "Says the person who got us lost in the woods, who is dumb now?!".

There was crying, snot, and yelling between the three.

knock knock

Yuu pushed open the small door, and their face met with Lilia. "What is all this crying about?".

"I AM ADOPTED?!".

"SILVER AND YUU ARE GOING TO DIE BEFORE ME?!".

"I WANT TO GO HOME!".

Lilia pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. "Children, come here," he said with a soft and comforting voice. Lilia opened his arms towards the three children; the three rushed into his arms, wanting to be comforted at that moment.

"Now, Silver we will speak alone later. As for your questions. Everyone dies at one point. Nothing on this planet lives forever. Yuu, Sebek, and Silver. You all are very very young, you don't have to worry about death anytime soon. It should be me that should worry about it".

The children started tearing up again, "That was a joke, I not dying anytime soon" he sighed.

♡

Lilia dropped off Yuu at their home, "Thank you so much Mr. Vanrouge for dropping Yuu off. Their father and I were getting worried". Yuu's father picked them up from Lilia's arms. Yuu was peacefully asleep with tears stained on their cheeks.

"It is no problem. The children had a rough day" Lilia smiled down and rubbed Yuu's head, bringing a small smile to their faces. "Now I must take my leave, I need to get Silver to bed".

"Of course Mr. Vanrouge, again thank you".

Lilia walked away from the small cottage, in his arms Silver lays awake.

"Dad, promise me. Please don't forget about me after I die". Silver curls agasint Lilias chest.

Lilia looks up and wraps his arms around SIlver, hugging him tighter. With a shaky breath, he responds, "I promise".

Silver breathes out, "Thank you, dad, I love you".

Lilia smiles down and stares at Silver, " I love you too, Silver".

Lilia looks up towards the sky, "The moon looks pretty tonight".

Sorry if this is mediocre writing! I kinda rushed this (It has taken four hours to complete this). But here it is, the second part of my not to be name series. Please follow for more, if you are interested!

Thank you!

[astarriscus]

flickering flames. — genshin impact diluc x reader ✿

a flame's flicker is only so brief in the grand span of all of space and time. (but you'll always remain in his heart)

— FT. ; diluc ragnvindr x gender neutral!reader

— NOTES ; ANGST. :) flowery descriptions i think! paragraphs and bullet forms. intentional lowercase. spot the greek mythology references bcs i'm a nerd! themes of loss, fire, life, death, dawn, and the like. no graphic descriptions. WC, ≈ 2.5k

— WARNINGS ; major character (reader) death !! mentioned/implied minor character death/s. a bit ooc diluc but that's bcs in some bits he's getting desperate, n in others bcs he used to be like that when he was younger! fire. but not graphic! major spoilers for diluc's backstory. one swear word?

— A/N ; hi coughs i'm not srry fr this ;c i actually came up w/ the idea around a yr ago, n it was just a short soulmate au angsty drabble back then! but ehe i cleaned off the dust n improved it... hopefully >< anyways diluc owns my heart and im sorry for breaking his heart here /cry. in all honesty i love how i wrote this, so i hope yall do too! c: ——— m.list.

life is a mysterious thing. and, so is the whole idea of love, honestly. that was what he thought, so young and happy, and so did you when your first experienced it.

the young prodigy was your companion already from your youth—when you were both just young and passionate, oblivious to the notions of love and the like, and so unassuming to the pains the world has to offer.

kaeya… was a bit different, in all honesty—though, he did his best to keep the things he knew a secret from you. he merely enjoyed the way you innocently ran around, running up to him when you would make a new discovery or wish to share something. he appreciated it all, of course—who wouldn't!—but, he found it more amusing when you came to diluc instead of him, much more often as well. he loved to tease his 'brother' for his oh so very close relationship, and enjoy the way his face got as red as his hair.

of course, you claimed to have no favorites, but no one could deny the tiniest increase in your grin when you approached him. honestly, with the way you two were so close, it wouldn't surprise kaeya if when you both grew up, you'd get married too (and he'd tease diluc and you so much for this).

you two almost seemed inseperable, at this point, and it was almost guranteed that once you were of legal age and ready enough, the seal of eternity would be promised onto your relationship. "'till death do us part"—they said. despite being so young still, there seemed to be no doubt that you would spend the rest of your lives together!

that is, until the death of crepus, diluc's father.

it seemed that was when his life started to crumble to pieces—the events leading up to his father's death, everything with kaeya his 'brother', and you forced to leave mondstadt to 'someplace else' he was not informed of. all surrounding his 18th birthday.

you weren't even able to say goodbye, face to face. all you left him was a heavy and bitter heart, along with such a painfully melancholic and sweet letter.

"i'm sorry." "happy birthday, my love." "'till we meet again—see you later."

but, he could not help but smile. just the tiniest bit, really, though he scoffed right after and went right back to sulking… but at least the flame in his heart never extinguished.

he appreciated that you, well, will still 'see him later'. that you'll still be there for him, and that the next time you see each other won't be 'goodbye' (yet, at least.)

he thanks you, really. (he admits to being a bit hurt at you so leaving him so abruptly, but he understands. he'll just have to deal with all this alone, it seems—though it feels like you're always with him, like his own special guardian angel)

and so diluc endured years without his biggest support, leaving the knights of favonius but still always protecting the city he loved—the city he loved with you. you, who always stayed in his heart, his memories of you never fading and still engraved into his mind as if sketched by the brightest of blue flames.

his patience won off one day, too—you had finally come home to mondstadt! with the way you ran up to his winery and greeted him happily, throwing yourself on diluc and squeezing the life out of him, he wouldn't gave guessed that you (lowkey) ditched your parents in another nation you left unnamed and made your way back to him.

it was the first time he smiled genuinely from the bottom of his heart in a while. he was shocked, of course, but he immediately grabbed your waist and steadied you, your touch still ever so familiar and he gazed into your eyes with such relief—to him, it somehow feels like you haven't left him at all, to be honest. though, you coming back home to him makes him feel like falling in love all over again, and he thinks that maybe with your help, he can finally be a bit happier than he was these past few years.

(adelinde was especially pleased with the little laugh he let out, and with how it seemed like he had forgotten everything else upon seeing your smile once more with the way his eyes never left you for the entire day.)

and it seemed like it had all gone back to normal, kind of.

it would never be the same, of course. he changed, too. of course he did—who wouldn't have, with what he went through? and, who doesn't, in any case? you notice the way he seems much more quiet in his acts of affection, only ever kissing you behind doors, but you don't mind. it's him, after all—you're honestly just happy to be back in his arms again. he changed, and so did you, but the feelings seem to be more powerful than ever in all honesty.

it felt like everything would be alright with you back by his side. things would never be the same, of course, but it'll be better now, not having to keep everything bottled up--he can trust you after all. (but oh, he should have been prepared. all good things must come to an end, after all.)

one day, a few weeks after your arrival, word came swiftly to him of a carriage that was intercepted… by treasure hoarders? and, members of the abyss too?

to be frank, it worried him. members of two troublesome associations that are both on his bad side, and he remembers you mentioning heading out by carriage on your way to visit some village outside of mondstadt. he can't take any chances—he swiftly heads to the area as soon as he can, only to be met with…

fire.

fire, fire, fire—fire everywhere. his mind flares up with worry and fury, and he curses those blasted fiends for causing such a terrible accident. he quickly scans the area for any traces of human life, and prays to any of the gods who may be listening that oh please please please let your carriage be someplace else, somewhere safe where you've already reached your destinstion without any need for him to worry. please let the incident in front of him right now not include you somewhere in it's premises, where hopefully anyone harmed may not be on the verge of death, and that it's still early enough for him to save whoever may be in need.

(but since when had he ever been so lucky, though, really?)

denial flooded his brain almost immediately, seeing a familiar figure there, somewhere where they shouldn't be. on the ground, surrounded by flames… 'no. no, this can't be happening. i would never have let this happen, no no no… no way.'

because, that can't be you, can it? there's no way, the bleeding figure on the ruby stained grass was you? surrounded by red, the same color of his eyes you oh so loved so much, and his hair you still love to run your hands through (and even now, he allows only you to do so)? you've only just been reunited with him recently—a dream in itself, really, his childhood sweetheart returning to him. you, lightening up his life once more, bringing back to life the slowly withering flame in his heart, that still burned so brightly in your absence, but could only reach beyond the limits of its potential with your flame? your love? no way that's you, right?

but his breath hitches, and his eyes widen in fear as he forces his frozen feet to rush to you, his usually calm demeanor broken in mere seconds as he shakily fumbles his hands around, not knowing what to do.

why do you have to be there?

"diluc… is that you?" he grits his teeth, bearing the pain. the pain in his heart, but—"you…"—his chest hurts and hurts when your face contorts as the pain seeps in more, but he notices how you seem to struggle less against the withering breeze and smoke in the air.

his heart may hurt, but he knows that it does not even compare at all to what you must be going through right now.

"just hold on, you'll be fine, it'll be ok, you'll be ok, we'll be o-" "i-" "no… you need to save your breath, please, just wait a little more, i promise you, love...!"

'please. don't you dare leave me.'

diluc isn't sure if he can take another loss, so soon, too early—but the hold of death does not discriminate between the sinners and saints, and though you may be the loveliest of angels in his eyes, none are still except from the cruel hold of the reaper. even the young cannot escape their fate, he knows, but still...! your time cannot end here, he absolutely refuses it to happen—especially so soon after reuniting with you. this can't happen.

and so, he desperately tries to find a way to save you before it's too late—to save you, somehow, just like you had saved him from plunging deeper into the grave he was slowly burying himself into. his 'grave', where the dawn's light would shine brightest after all those darkest of nights, but one where it would be—to say the least—difficult for him to fully live in the light to the fullest with his regrets still suffocating his mind. your return had saved him, one way or another, and he refuses to let you leave him without letting him return the favour.

even as you felt the warmth of the flickers of flames around you fade away into cold, the warmth of his hands saved you from numbness. for now, at least. at this point, you had already accepted your fate… but would he?

the usual stoic expression on his face was replaced with such determination you had only seen back in your youth, but there also lied a certain emotion you could not quite place a finger on, but you knew it was one you had never seen before.

a pity it would prove to be the last time you'd ever see that expression. or any, for that case.

his hands fumbled around, feeling your body for wounds as he desperately tried to use his pyro to stop the bleeding as much as he could--it was too late, though. he knew. he knew, though he wished that it was not and that it was all just a big lie. that, you both would wake up in the morning in each other's embraces, and he would give you the warmest smile he's ever given in ages—a smile he would only show to you.

but, gone are the halcyon days and the dreams of such a bright future with you.

"i'm sorry." your voice breaks, quiet, and barely heard in the sea of crackling fire that was still present in your surroundings. but he hears it loud and clear, clutching your hand in his, his eyes glaring with sorrow. "no, it's not your fault, i…"

his voice seems to mirror yours, and you feel like chuckling at it all—to be reunited with one seemingly changed so much, but he's still the same as ever deep deep down. just a boy wishing to love and be loved, to be passionate about his passions, only for the cruel hands of fate to always take away those his heart loves most. is that why he doesn't stick too close with others? because he's scared to lose them too, the way his father did, (and soon you)?

"i love you… you know?" "...yes. i love you too. i love you so much damnit, and that's why-!" "then, be at peace. don't… don't let my life go to waste. live for me, please. i'm asking you."

your voice was barely above a whisper at this point. your vision was growing blurrier with the seconds, each of your limbs seemingly feeling further and further away, and you can't seem to feel the pain anymore. but you focus on him, diluc, your beloved, and reach out to hold his cheek in your hand--and he takes it in his.

warm.

even after all these years, he still feels just like how you remember him. his tears feel so familiar still somehow, like when you were still kids and he cried when you had to leave and cut your playtime together short for the day, oh so innocent. even as your hand slips away and falls to the ground—and the last thing you can comprehend are the words "'till we meet again" leaving your body, you remember how happy you were to see him again. and you still are, even if it all ended this way.

for the first few seconds, diluc just stays there. he stares at you, your body on the ground, unmoving, until his eyes widen and he realises that—

oh. you're gone.

(and he wishes this were all just a bad dream, but there's no awaking from this nightmare, unfortunately.)

he clenches his fist, shaking, his head falling and his eyes betraying him as he blinks repeatedly. oh. was he not strong enough? he failed, once more, to protect the ones he loves most.

it was too soon, so very much unfair… you didn't deserve this at all—and he wants to blame himself, but he can't. you wouldn't want that, would you?'

he wonders. was he selfish? too hopeful? did he unwittingly fly too close to the sun, cradled in your warmth that was too good to be true? the tears rolling down his face seem foreign, stiff and unbelonging like wax on his face, but they feel as warm as ever—unlike the cold of your body. was this his punishment for being greedy, wishing so badly that you would come back into his arms and love him as you always did?

not that it matters anymore. your flame has withered away with the breeze, and with it, leaves his broken heart alone with your hollow vessel.

he lets out a bitter laugh, as he holds your body gently as if it is the most fragile thing of all. he would, of course, honor your memory with his dying breath—live, refusing to let the fire die down even when he feels like sinking into the depths. live for the both of you, carrying your hopes and dreams along with him every step of the way. even, when the smoke fills his lungs, threatening him to give up. because he won't ever do so, not until the day you stop watching over him, and instead welcome him once more.

at least—he thinks—in this ephemeral mortal life, you were back into his arms at last before it was too late.

...oh, if only it were earlier.

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[itspdameronthings]

Baking With Triple Frontier Mothers

Summary: For my @writer-wednesday entry wanted to do a heartwarming story. Featuring the boys’ moms.Getting together ,and have fun. Laughing, drinking,and chatting about their sons. This time the daughters join the party. Hope Yall enjoy!!

Diane Miller in the kitchen getting ready to do something she loves to do. Baking. Not alone. Baking with the other mothers on the Delta force. All of them met during basic training ceremonies. Forged a bond that won't break. They chat all a lot through the years. Until a few months ago when Frankie's mom moved to the same town as Santiago's mom. Which is closer to Diane's farm. Thought it would be fun for them to hang out.  Try out new recipes.  Talk about stuff. Mostly about their sons. Even daughters. 

Andie Garcia comes inside her mom's home. Heard some singing in Spanish.  Typical Maria. Always on the go. Never sit down.  Tell her kids when you get older. If you sit down long enough.  You die earlier than you are supposed to. Andie cleared her throat, " See you are happy this morning.  Baking flour? Oats? Hmmm.. are you going to see diane? Don't mind if I tag along. I know I know it's for mothers only.  Thought it would be nice to be around you all." Maria looks into her baby's eyes. Looks like her brother when he is sad. She has been going through a nasty relationship.  I Don't want to be alone . Maria hugs her tightly, " Sure I know the others won't mind. More the merrier I say." 

Grace Morales pulls up to the dirt road of the farmhouse.  Looking around to see how peaceful it looks. Thinking about how lucky to live in the country versus the city. Her thoughts were interrupted  by the sounds of a young woman's voice. Benny's twin sister Cindy Grace.  Goes over to help to unload the car," let me help with those. Can't wait to taste what yall gonna make." Looking at the young woman as she goes up the porch stairs," since when we allow young people to the party? Is there something I don't know about? " Cindy smiles," thought it would be nice to be around y'all today. Since Andie is going through some stuff.  In her case.  I don't want to be alone either." 

Maria enters the kitchen to see it's already a mess. Flour and other stuff on the counters. Mixers and other products as well. Diane offers her friend some sun tea," I know you might need this . Before we hit the wine.  Also other drink options for the daughters.  " Taking her drink. Sitting on the stool," Woman after my own heart. So.. anymore young women coming? " Diane chuckles, " That's all. I think?" Until the youngest Morales child comes in," Surprise mama! " Danny , the baby of the group arrived with stuff she knows her mom needs. 

Lastly, the Garcia women show up.  Lots of stuff for baking. Followed by food for after. Andie sighs thinking about how much she needs to hear Benny's voice right now. Her knight in shining armor.  Saved her from her ordeal. Sadly today no men are around.  So.. she calls him . Telling him she arrived safely. He knew that she was still scared. That they will meet up later on. Cindy sess her friend.  Goes over to her," come on honey. Time to get our hands into some dough,and then we can eat." 

House was full of laughter and music. Also smells of herbs and cheeses fill the air. While the bread was baking. All of the women head over to the living room with photos of their boys. Laughing about a story about William and Benny being hit with flour . Cindy spits up her drink," Ma! We were making some bread for a cooking class for school.  Benny wasn't paying attention.  Like always. Will just happened to walk into the room at the wrong time.  " Diane laughs," Right! Till yall have to clean up the mess. Reason why all of them can't be in my kitchen.  That's my domain." Maria laughs about her memory of her son doing that too. Andie beats her mom to the punch," Santiago loved to bake. His brothers still don't know that.  Other than Frankie.  He would visit from time to time.  One day. Tango wanted to try a new bread recipe.  Something out of his league. Frankie came in unannounced of course.  Taps him on the shoulder.  Caused him to hit his friend with the bread batter! Which resulted in a fight. Which I witnessed. Helped them clean up before mama came home." Laughter filled the air till Danny smiles at a memory she has in her head. Till the time goes off. Saved by the bell. The mothers got up to check on their bread. More where that comes from.  

The young ladies had time to chat. More importantly to help Andie through her ordeal.She reveals that she might be falling for Benny.  Afraid to tell her brother about that. Each of them tells her to go with her gut. 

Meanwhile the mothers look at the scene in the living room.  Made them smile. Thinking this arrangement should include them too. Good bonding for them. Next time bring stuff to go with the bread. 

Smell of the bread draws the daughters to the kitchen.  Reached for different things for the bread from apple butter to pepper jelly. More tales were shared till they heard the sounds of male voices. Loud ,and deep. One in particular made Andie smile. Benny. She goes over to him. Holding him tightly.  Santiago sees this exchange. Thinking nothing about it since she has been through so much. Boys eagerly reached for the bread. Not before their mothers smacked  their hands. Telling them to wash their hands.  

After the get together slowly comes to an end. Mothers hugging one another.  Not before looking at the site of their children . Thinking about how lucky they are . Old saying goes.  Food brings families and friends together.

[qingxintea]

heartbreak avenue (3) || albedo x reader

heartbreak avenue (1) heartbreak avenue (2) -- tell me how, do you do this thing called living? when theres nothing more to gain. gn reader -- ignore the link below idk how tf to hyperlink on mobile but that’s ur part 4 ig

damn. imagine missing mond so much that you visit just for the vibes and accidentally become a one time vigilante for dominating over a couple abyss mages

how oddly specific!

you moment.

TO BE FAIR, you didn't mean to and also ur just strong with that 245% crit damage ugh yeah yeah get it ig

it was night time, like, idk 1am and you were in this cloak because idk look swaggy and comfortable

abyss mage went ŏ̸̡̡̹̘͉̫̬̬̭̘̙̝͐͒̆̈́̒̿̄́͠͝ǒ̸̧̺͕̣̬̝̱͈̭̭̻̮̈̏̔͆̑̀̍ǫ̵̡̜̲̭̠̤̰̹͍̣͎̤̈́̓̍͠ḩ̴̡͍̣̹̯̭̩̮̣̩̭́̔̀̍͊̂͒́̆͘͜͝͝ȃ̷̧̡̢̡̨̛̪͓̤̜͕̳̦̼͊̏̃͆̓̈́̈́̽̈́͌͐̋̚ͅh̸̡̩͍̟͕̥͚̰̰̟̮̖̪̉̈́͛͂̍̾a̸̧̢͕̙̞̳̩͈̲͉͕̒̆̎̐̎̍̀͊͘̚͝h̸̡̼͓̝͕̫̤̰̱̬̣̗͚̙̀͜ and you were like "lmao shut up"

and like it did! because you made it shut up and also mans diluc was watching in his dark knight hero thingy

of course you noticed his presence from the beginning, you just wanted to piss him off and act like he wasn't there at all

you walked. straight past him like he was actually on the bridge in the middle and you just w al ked .

i mean ofc he gonna say something. and he did. dude said "who r u"

stared at him directly in the eye and said "the embryo made of chewed bubblegum."

he stared. sh o ck ed . what were you even saying

"jk im a resident of mondstadt, visiting from my liyue trip."

"and how do i know you arent lying?"

you sighed and grabbed your dendro vision, letting him look at the frame. "its incased in a mondstadt styled frame." after a few seconds, you put it back. "if that is all, i'll be going."

"k"

"literally fuck off" you responded and walked inside.

sometimes you forget how rude mondstadt people are lmao loser.

ok so like this donna girl really went up to you like "JFKLSJFLKSDJFL NUMBER ??? HELLO ?? UMM THE WAY YOU SAVED MONDSTADT RLKDFFC" and you resisted every urge to flip her off on the spot.

you just stayed and let her talk, smiling through all of it. your hood was still on but it was quite windy s ooo

its been ten minutes. girl please let us go. you were literally begging for anyone to cut in because ur too nice (or unbothered) to tell her to shut up even though you totally went off on diluc aadahahhshdf

and someone did! not the one you expected though.

"good evening donna, and... oh? who would you be?"

ALBEDO LMAO GET STICKBUGGED? ? ? ?? AH a hjfkahfjah . im so funny .

guys i meant that ironically please

anyway

you got even more uncomfortable lmao and you just looked at him and smiled. what do you respond? "no one of importance."

he heard your voice, saw your eyes and it registered. it was you...

or was that what he wanted to believe?

cause this whole time hes been waiting for you, only using experiments as a thing to pass time. it got... a little more lonelier, because nothing could replace you.

he decided to not believe it. because 1) you knew well they welcomed you with open arms, so there would be no need to hide yourself

(which is also proof of how much the whole situation fucked up your thinking)

a second of silence before he continues on the conversation with normal evening meeting stuff things idk

then ur like "ahhshaaajk i must be taking my leave now for matters i will not disclose ahaha skidoosh"

skidoosh

so you go to the big venti statue next to the cathedral and just stand. stare. yikes

no ones out right now and theres nothing to do. but you remember this place because its where the both of yall would eat together whenever he had free time (which wasnt that often, but he still made the effort)

you look up to the sky, counting all the stars like you used to.

no ones gonna know that you're here, you decided on that. you only visited because you simply missed it, but after this, you were going back to liyue.

no ones gonna know. because no one needs to know. no one needs to know that you were here. that would only cause more trouble to the situation you tried to avoid

albedo ends up catching up to you later, still having some spark of hope left that it really was you

i mean lowkey there isnt really anything saying it wasnt. he wanted to believe that he was just overthinking when he thought it really wasnt you

like you look the same. sound the same. its just the reasoning of you coming here, but he can push that aside

"(y/n)."

you flinch but didnt react with anything else. he doesnt need to know that its you.

"(y/n)?"

you turn around to meet his eyes as he was approaching you. slightly distancing yourself another inch away as you were not used to the proximity, you responded, "i'm afraid i'm not the one you're looking for."

albedo stops for a moment, and was about to apologize,, but then

yknow that wind i mentioned earlier? like right after donna started bothering you

yeah that same wind blew ur hood off! lmao L

okay time to get serious !

you stay composed and sighed, your breath visible in the cold air.

so your features are exposed, and its so obviously you, like theres literally no way it cannot be you

"it really is you..." he doesnt understand why youre not admitting to it. "(y/n), please.."

you shake your head and walk away but mans grabs your wrist gently

"(y/n), whats wr-" he starts, but youre quick to respond

"im not (y/n)." you flat out said it and looked right into his eyes. and you swear there were small tears even if he was deemed nonchalant.

he doesnt understand, its your physical features, and your same energy, there is no other person that completely matches it.

he pulls you closer to examine this black smudge on your hand, a small yelp of surprise coming from you.

"this is... ink," he studied the properties of the substance. "you responded to my letter a day ago. (y/n)... i know by now. there's no reason to hide it."

you step away, freeing your hand from his grasp. your voice broke, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. "i'm not... i'm not (y/n). i never will be. i'll never be so vulnerable again, i'll never be so naive again, i'll never be so lonely again, i will never ever be anything like they were again."

your vision blurred, but you werent oblivious to the tears streaming down his face as well. reaching to brush them away, you paused and let it drop to his shoulder instead.

"albedo. i... the (y/n) you knew... they're gone now. and if i could revert back to them any time, i would, i swear, but... i'm al-... they..." you buried your head in your hands. "i'm broken. to the point that i refuse to identify as the (y/n) you know me by."

doesnt know what to say, so he almost pulls you into a hug before you move out of the way. something you never did.

"don't... please. it never works out in the end." you shake your head, facing the other way. "for me at least."

"..we could work together, no?" he tried, still oblivious about your feelings towards him.

"only if you're willing to cross your moral boundaries," you looked back and tilted your head. taking a deep breath, you continued, "but you know that neither of us are willing to do that."

he couldn't say anything, because as much as he hated to admit something for once, you were right about that. at this point, he would've thought that literally any extent would've been fine to reach to bring you back.

yet in multiple situations where he's doubted himself before, theres always a line he will never cross.

"...i wish you the best. treat her well because i worked hard." you walked away without him stopping you this time. i worked hard. not we worked hard.

even if you had honestly felt that way, there was no chance the old you wouldve actually voiced that.

and so he watched you slip from his grasp again, only this time, he stopped himself from holding you back from his own will.

yet he swears- the next time he meets you again, he will bring you back.

[gayfrenchtoast]

Okay fine we're doing this. I havent read the books and I'm probably not going to I've only seen the movies so I'm sorry if anything I say is contradictory or has already been stated.

So! Descendants 3 was kinda shit and I dont like it but especially because of the ending because everybody was like "oh yeah island is open and we're all happy with no worries or implications about free villains or people being spiteful about being imprisoned for years!" In fact if anything they joked about those things.

The island is basically its own culture, I can't say how long it's been around, long enough for some almost adult kids to be about and to develop a kind of community.

The Isle is a place of poverty, people are dirty and on the street, eveyone steals from each other and most people don't put much effort into appearance upkeep (personal or of the sourounding area) not because of laziness or being "evil" but because they clearly don't have time or luxury to do such things or possibly even the clean water. Does the Isle have clean water?? How to they get electricity??? Someone tell me!

Another thing that I've noticed is easy to see but is not much explicitly said is the unique style of those on the Isle. As previously stated they don't have much but those who have the most "power" and such on the Isle are the best example of this As they have the most colourful outfits. However these outfits are often made out of patches and ripped things put together, even salvaged things like nets and chains as we can see on thing like Uma and Harry's outfits in D3 they make the best of what they've got and they do fantastic because their outfits are intricate and detailed and just tell you everything you need to know about them. Which is why it's a damn s h a m e when the original VK's ajust their style to be more like Auradon's. That's not an improvement! Be proud of where you came from!! It's like they forgot what it was like being on the Isle in D3!

Moving on, here's something that was touched on in D2 but not enough. Equality. On the Isle there is basically equal opportunity as in saying everything is shit and nome cares what gender and presumably what sexuality you are as long as you can work. Sexism is shown to be almost casual in aurodon from the looks of it, Chad makes sexist comments and litterally none else says anything or seems to see anything wrong with it except Jay who caves to pressure from peers and expectations. He does redeem himself because he's from the isle and he knows you shouldn't give a shit about anyone's gender or anything. If they can do something and ask to be included you give them that opportunity. The sexism is also implied in the way that the rule book has men written specifically in the first place and that it has taken until then for anyone but boys to be allowed on any kind of sports team. We never see it! It seems to be the hetronormative veiw where the boys do sport and girls do cheerleeding and other genders? What other genders? Never heard of that? BAD AURADON!! I bet there's so many trans folk on the island just living their lives, thinking Aurodon is the better place and not knowing that it's a cis het filled nightmare.

Okay no I'm headcannoning now, if their are now a bunch of Isle kids at auradon prep they find it fucking aweful the way all these preppy royals are treating them and make the first LGBT club in Auradon. There is lots of pushback and they get bullied a fuck ton for making themselves the most prominent queer folk in the school until a fight breaks out and the club demand that they should be treated better, taking all the evidence to fairy godmother who is very hesitant because COME ON she's never been that great she is biased to Auradon kids and if putting away those in the Isle is brought up she is all on it, she is jelly spined about doing anything against the royal kids. So the kids are like "Fine, if you won't help us we'll take this to the King himself!" Well mainly the queer mom's of the group (you know the ones I'm talking about) who lead the others and protect the anxious queers as they storm to Ben at his fucking locker and demand an audience because they are being harassed and bullied and none is doing anything. Ben had no idea there was even a LGBT club (too busy ig) and is gassed there is one for a moment before he's like "wait people are harassing you?" So Bisexual King Ben gets his lovely Bi wife and they start coming to club meetings and investing in the pins and stuff the club makes. Most club members are pleased but the queer mom's are apprehensive that this will help until some assholes come to the club to do their usual bullying only to find King and Queen Beast themselves siting there with rainbow bracelets and bi pins and all trying to have a nice old time eating their fucking cupcakes what the fuck are yall doing? The bullying dies down quick once they realise it ain't gonna fly, the other OG VK's that hear about this become members and very protective over their queer children. Did I mention Dizzy and Ceila are a part of the club? They're girlfriend's. Celia is one of the queer moms. Harry becomes one of the biggest protectors over the group as the pan dad. He's been going around snogging everyone and anyone wholl snog him everyone already knew he was queer they just didn't have the balls to try and bully him over it as much as they bullied the lil club members. But now Harry can often be seen in jackets and shit with pan and general queer patches and pins and running around with his gay children yelling "MOVE WE'RE GAY!!" He totally calls them his queer crew. Anyway as a result lots of queer royals start coming out of the woodwork, obvs Lonnie is one of them, and the club eventually serves to bring members of Auradon and the Isle close together.

Where was I? Yada yada auradon expects girls to be pretty princesses and boys to be brave knights or dashing princes. It's shit and should stop being portrayed as good. Moving on!

Food! One of the things we'll established in all movies is that the food of the Isle is shit compared to food of Auradon. The Isle has no fresh fruit which likely means its almost impossible for things to grow there which is fair because again there doesn't seem to be much fresh water and there are always clouds overhead so no sun. Maybe there is some people trying really hard to grow stuff but the general attitude of the Isle seems to be "there is no time for that" and fruits are forgotten so much that the VK's litterally don't knownwhat they are when they come across them. That and anything containing sugar. Actually it's mention by Dizzy and Celia that they enjoy the fact that the cake dosent have dirt or flies so basically food there is terrible. We don't see much food on the Isle but what we do see seems to be beans, eggs, chips and shellfish. Basically protine and carbs that can be easily stored and produced. To be fair beans are kidna good for you but they're likely a sign that if they get any imports from the mainland it is canned stuff. Prison food. There's probably some chef villain that is trying their best to make good food out of the shit but honestly the Isle dwellers should be angry that they've been deprived of good food for so long not happy they're finally been given decency.

Moving on, music! Auradon dosent have nearly as many musical numbers it seems, the Isle songs have a distinct style, to them, the villains that basically "founded" the place were masters of the dramatic songs (with backup or solo) so banging music is basically ingrained in the music's culture, even for battle as we see with the fight between Mal and Uma in D3. Meanwhile Auradon seems to have mainly romance and "I want" songs. Even Audrey's villain song is basically an I want song.

Okay let's talk about the Villains. We've established that the VK's are not inherently bad. However not all of them can be totally good and there are legit OG Villains just kinda chillin on the Isle. They've obviously lost quite a bit of their power, motivation and sanity (isolation will do that to ya as they lost everything and the VKs know no different) but deadass? They were bad guys. You can try to rehabilitate them sure but you've basically just let them free roam, they could make a runner and you wouldn't get the chance. They were also shitty patents which is brushed over/joked about in the interaction between Carlos and...man I feel bad I forgot her name deadass their relationship seemed to come out of nowhere in the second film she didn't seem interested in them at all and friendzoned them multiple times I'm pretty sure Disney did that becaue queer kids were relating to Carlos and headcanoning them as queer (which they deffinatly are) but deadass their mom is an attempted animal murderer and has hurt her child as we can see from how they're afraid of her and her rhetoric and yet it's "haha I'm afraid to meet your ma!" "Me too cus im a dog! Lol!" Fuuuuck offfffff

I think I'm running out of thoughts so here's a last one for now; with the magical barrier down a bunch of magical Villains kids should be coming out for the woodwork. We know Mal has magic basically stored in her so it's is possible, she technically doesn't need the spellbook to do magic it is just inherent to her. So with the diverse range of people from the isle there are deffinatly magic folk in there. Actually if we're following Disney movie law I saw something mentioning Jay being half Genie and yeah! He should be half Genie! Jafar got turned into a Genie he's probably only human because of the barrier! Oh also Ben should be able to go beast on command as long as he had a better beast form than he did in the movies. And give him back the beard and fangs like fuck you he looked so much better

Okay I'm done for now

[tooruluv]

Tooru Oikawa x F!Reader ( part 6 )

❝ my love for him is much like winter, a skeleton for the world to see. too bad he never liked the cold. ❞

description: being the neighbor and lifelong best friend of tooru oikawa definitely had it’s perks. you were never an outcast, always had a seat at lunch, got into volleyball games for free. the problem was, however, that being in love with him outweighed those perks. you would never tell him that, though, even if it hurt like hell.

genre: best friends to lovers, angst, unrequited love, fluff if you squint hard enough

word count: 2,182

warnings/notes: didn’t know yall were SIMPS for kuroo... anyway here’s more angst for y’all

tag list: @afuckingunicornn​​ @maii-flowers​​ @clandestinerays​​ @brownandchill​​ @readeretal​​ @wedojustbevibin​​ @shigarakiskitten​​ @shittykawaa​​ @saeranoppa​ @srirachibi​

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“I brought the good nacho popcorn seasoning!” Kuroo told you as he rummaged around inside of his bag.

Tetsurou Kuroo had become a close friend in a short amount of time (it seems as though that was something happening to you often, these days). The “mall date” was full of conversation and laughter. You found out he was an only child, played volleyball himself and went to some camp, that he’s never had a girlfriend, and that he’s actually very funny. He grew on you.

You both sat on the couch, claiming it from your parents as you usually do on Saturday nights. This time, it was just with a different boy. Your parents didn’t mind.

Kuroo tossed the bottle to you once he found it. You caught it, and immediately started to pour it into the bowl that was full of popcorn and m&m’s.

Not too long after, the both of you had a scary movie on. You both sat on the couch, the bowl on the table in front of you. He sat with one leg tucked under his outstretched one, his arms crossed into his hoodie pockets. You sat next to him, a couple inches between so you don’t rub your leg against his. Your legs were brought to your chest.

“Are you cold?” Kuroo asked you, leaning forward to get a better look at your face.

“Just a little.”

Before you could protest, he took his hoodie off and held it out for you. You were about to deny his offer when he decided to lean back and literally shove the thing onto your head.

You were giggling when you pulled your arms through. “Thank you, but I could’ve just grabbed a blanket.”

“Nah, it’s fine.” He turned his attention back to the TV. Was that a blush? “You look good in red.”

You couldn’t help but smile. You moved closer to him, your body flush with his. His arm wrapped around your shoulder, something you hadn’t felt in a minute, and both of you smiled as someone got killed on screen.

Tooru Oikawa had always been your safety net. He was the one you went to for absolutely everything, even if it was a minor inconvenience. He was the one you called if you were lost, the one you exchanged looks with when the teacher would say something that could be passed as an innuendo, the one you would go to if you had a splinter or broken nail. And that safety would go both ways.

He would always show up in the middle of the night, or ask you to join him on the occasional Monday for you to watch him practice when he’s supposed to have the day off, or even facetime you just because.

Yet, this time, when you received a very drunk call from Oikawa, it didn’t feel normal.

You missed the call (it was at five in the morning), but you were left a very long voicemail from the boy.

“Nut!~” He slurred into the phone, basically directly onto the speaker. “Hello love. Hi. I drank a lot tonight. By myself. Very good. I should do this more often.”

You smiled to yourself. Oikawa hated being drunk, he would always make a point to never drink whenever he had the opportunity to. It was cute, the slurred and soft-spoken version of Oikawa you were receiving.

“I just wanted to say. I miss you. A lot. That’s why I came over the other day. I have so much I want to tell you but I…” Something muffled the speaker, and you couldn’t hear what exactly he was saying after that. Until, “Yeah, I just miss you a lot. I sleep now.”

You listened to it again.

Iwaizumi sent you a text Sunday. You were at dinner with your parents, out at some restaurant for the night. You went to the bathroom to read it (your parents had a rule: no phones at the dinner table if you’re eating as a family).

“I told my parents.” It said.

“You don’t drink.” You said to Oikawa Monday morning. You didn’t look at him, both of you at your lockers. He sent you a look.

“I don’t drink.” He repeated.

You finally shut your locker and looked up at him. The first time in a long time that you were talking. He seemed taller, thinner.

“Why were you drunk this weekend?”

Oikawa’s eyes wouldn’t meet yours. He shook his head. “I wasn’t.”

“You’re lying to me now?”

He shut his locker and started to walk down the hall. Before he could get far, you stepped in front of him and cut him off. He stopped.

“I got a voicemail from you.” You told him, and his eyes shot to yours. “I miss you, too. I don’t know why you won’t talk to me, but I miss you too.”

For a moment, it was just the both of you standing alone in the hallway. Like nothing else really mattered. He was finding the right words to say, and you waited for him to reply. Your chest was aching, and you wanted to throw the word “love” at him right then.

“I…I miss you a lot.” He finally said. You held back a smile. “But, um, can we talk? Later?”

“Yeah, yeah of course.” You were too eager, you knew. “We can talk later.”

Oikawa sent you a smile, something you missed, and your eyes found his tie. Before thinking, you reached up to tighten it. He chuckled.

“Yeah, I can’t fucking get this shit right.” He told you, letting you bring him closer to push it up. “Sana’s been fixing it at breakfast but I was running late this morning so we didn’t go.”

“Good thing I’m always here, huh?”

You walked next to Iwaizumi and Matsukawa on the way to lunch (the library). They were holding hands, openly smiling and giggling and being gay. You loved it.

“What was it like?” You asked them as you sat at the usual table.

“When I told my mom that I liked guys and I think I’m bisexual, do you want to know what she said?” Iwaizumi asked you. You nodded. “She said, and I quote, “well I can’t blame you, I like guys too”. I was so nervous for nothing. My dad even told me that it was okay and he’s fine with it as long as I’m happy, he just didn’t want to hear the details.”

“Your mom is iconic.”

Tooru Oikawa was not someone who could hide in a crowd. You could always pick him out of everyone, always spot him through the human traffic. It also helped that he was tall.

That being said, you found him instantly.

He wanted to meet at a park, as he was watching his nephew and his older brother was at work. You joined, of course, and you always found his nephew adorable.

You sat on the bench next to him. The very first time you have ever felt uncomfortable enough to sit further away from him. He noticed.

“We almost kissed.” He finally said, eyes following his nephew on the playset. He seemed tense, back straight and hands clasped together.

“Yeah.” You twisted your fingers in your lap. “Almost.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for.” You were forgiven weeks ago.

“I do, though.” Oikawa finally looked at you. “I almost kissed you when I just became official with Sana the night before. I shouldn’t have done that. And I’m sorry.”

“I wasn’t upset about you almost kissing me.” You told him, staring at him. “I was never mad at that. It’s you ignoring me and avoiding me like the plague that I don’t particularly enjoy.”

“Right.” He bit the inside of his mouth. “I just…I couldn’t really…I felt really guilty. Having enough feelings to kiss you, but standing hand in hand with Sana. I haven’t told her about it.”

“I haven’t either.”

“Yeah, you two are close.”

“She’s very nice, and good company.” You told him. “You chose a good one.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m sorry, too.”

He blinked a couple of times, like his eyes would fix what he heard. “What are you apologizing for?”

“Everything. Me and Iwa talked some shit about you.”

“I’m not surprised, I’ve been acting like a dick.”

“Ah, we prefer the word asshole.”

You both chuckled, and you ducked your head. His eyes were back on his nephew, who waved at you both from the top of the castle.

“Listen, I’m not going to push you to be my friend again.” You said. “If I make you uncomfortable or make you question your relationship, I’m not going to be mad at you.”

“Be your friend again.” He mumbled, shaking his head like it was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. “I never considered us not being friends. And you would never make me uncomfortable, ever. I just…”

“I know.” You stood up. His eyes jumped to you, head tilting up. “Let me know when you figure out whatever you need to figure out. Until then, I’m still right next door and a drunk call away.”

His mouth gaped as if you offended him, but there was a smile behind it. “God damn it, nut, just delete the voicemail!”

“No, I think I’ll keep it.” You brought your phone out and played it. His drunken slur came over the speakers. “Nut! Hello love. Hi!” you mocked him as his voice played.

Oikawa stood up, face red. “Oh my god! Stop! That’s embarrassing!”

He chased you as you continued to mimic him over the voicemail. You didn’t know every word, of course, but you knew when he was going to say certain things. You laughed as he chased you onto the playground.

“Takeru! Help!” you called, holding the phone up so Oikawa couldn’t get it.

“No, Takeru!” he called for his nephew. “Give me the phone, she’s a traitor!”

“Nice try, Uncle.” Takeru grabbed your phone and shook it from his spot on the very top. “She already told me that you were the spy for the English. We must take you to jail! Thank you, Auntie, for the valuable information. We will promote you to Head Knight.”

You giggled at Oikawa’s surprised and embarrassed face. You mouthed “Head Knight” at him, pointing at yourself. He rolled his eyes, but kept smiling at you.

You wore Kuroo’s hoodie the next time you met up with him. A fun fact about Kuroo: the man loves coffee. So, you weren’t surprised when he asked to meet at a coffee shop around the corner from where you buy alcohol. You wonder what he would say if you told him about buying shit from there.

“Damn, that hoodie looks familiar.” He told you when you sat across from him.

“Yeah, it’s comfy.” You said, smiling. “A pretty cool dude let me borrow it.”

“Ah, he let you keep it.” He corrected, hands already around a warm cup of black coffee.

You raised a brow. “I guess I’ll keep it then.”

“So…” Sana threw a piece of candy into the air to catch in her mouth. “You and Kuroo?”

This time, it was Iwaizumi and Sana at your house. Your two best friends. It was a strange combo, to you, as you always separated them in your head. But they actually got along quite easily, immediately started to roast and complain about Oikawa.

The three of you were in your bedroom. You sat on your bed, Iwaizumi on the floor by the door, and Sana sat in your desk chair. You were playing a game: try to catch the candy in your mouth. So far, Iwaizumi was winning (he hadn’t missed a single one, even if your throws were trash).

“What about me and Kuroo?”

“Oh, come on,” Sana scoffed, shaking her head. “You have been spending a lot of time with him. Spill.”

“There’s nothing to spill.” You caught a piece she threw up for you. As you chewed, “We’re very good friends. He’s cool.”

“Alright that’s it. Who is it?”

“Who is what?” you blinked.

“The other boy.”

You gulped, looking quickly at Iwaizumi. He just looked at you, wide eyed and confused.

“You told me that you’ve had a thing for another boy for a long time but he doesn’t feel the same.” Sana continued, her attention fully on you. “And he’s obviously the reason that you’re not going for Kuroo. You’re in love with someone else, and you’re throwing away a perfectly good relationship with someone who actually likes you.” She leaned forward. “So, I’ll ask again. Who is the boy?”

You didn’t say anything, your silence the only answer you could give. Iwaizumi’s eyes went back and forth between you two, staying just as silent.

“Who is it?” Sana asked again, held tilted. When you looked at the floor, it was like a rush of realization dawned on her. The air turned tense, but not negative. Like you couldn’t breathe.

“Oh.”

[uhhhhyandere]

halloween special!

hi everyone!!!! 

for halloween this year, inspiration struck and i decided to craft this halloween special demon/angel light au! i had so so much fun writing this and hope yall enjoy it!!!

no matter where you are in the world, if you celebrate halloween or not, i hope you all are doing amazing and know that you are so so loved (by me) and thank you all for the love and support you give! i love every single one of y’all and let’s finish out the year the best we can!!!! 

word count: 7.2k 

And He will bring hell with him. 

The grass will gray, and the trees will blanket with ash as all life is left withered, limp, and colorless in his wake. He takes, and takes, and takes with the full red moon on his back and the stars glittering on his lips in golden lies. Should his, Kira's eyes, red with ire from his unattained vision, seek you out, you are bound to the pits of hell itself for eternity. 

"Well, that's what the tale says," Misa said. "If you believe in that kinda stuff." She flipped the book over to display the illustrations. You leaned over to get a closer look. "They really have to make evil people this beautiful, huh?" You looked at her incredulously. "What? You're thinking the same thing! I just said it…" Her eyes trailed down to the pages again. 

"He was a mortal once?" Misa nodded her head and adjusted herself on the sofa for you to scootch closer. Her red manicured nails slipped the page over to the next. 

"Who tried to be a god." You squinted down at the new page and pointed. 

"She kinda looks like you." She laughed. 

"Just wait," Misa replied. "Anyway, he was young, a few years below us, when he came across the power to make him a god. He was not chosen nor special. The power was left to be picked up by any traveler. It just so handed to be dropped outside of his family's farm, and he just so happened to be who he was. An ambitious genius with the same hunger for power the poor have for food. He used this power to rise above all others and to kill any who dared step in his way." Tragic art painted the pages as Misa continued to flip through them. 

"How?" Misa shook her head. 

"They don't know. We don't know. A creature crueler than Kira. A bored god looking to stir trouble. A blessing that was used as a curse. Perhaps all. Perhaps none." She giggled. "Exciting, isn't it?" You scoffed. 

"Yeah, yeah. Keep going." 

"But he had enemies. No mortal man should wield what Kira wielded. Those who wanted to strip him of his power and deliver justice to those he had ridden of, not grasp the power, the golden throne, he sought. They played games with one another. Cruel, cunning games of who would outsmart the other. He who was supposed to condemn his power and he who had it used the same means to win.

"Us. Regular people used and thrown away to further their game. There was one," she pointed at the girl who resembled herself, "who picked up the same power as he. It was her who tried to love him, that bent at his word, that carried out his will." Misa swallowed, "but he had lost his ability to love, or that's what was thought until..." Misa cut herself off. 

"Kira and his nemesis continued to use, to manipulate the very ground the other walked on. All until he finally stood at the foot of the throne of the world he thirsted for. Pristine and shining, it stood above the clouds themselves. This is where he was slain, where his blood stained the stone, the rug, the throne, infecting and cursing them. The throne cracked, contorted, twisted, and fell. Down, down it fell until he and the now blackened throne were in hell. 

"One day, when the full moon shines on the bleeding night, he will rise, and he will bring hell with him. He will claim what he has lost to reign over the world of men. The grass will gray, and the trees will blanket with ash as all life is left withered, limp, and—,"

"I know that much," you interrupted, "but I'm confused. Did you leave a part out? Where you cut yourself off, I mean." White teeth dragged across her lip. 

"After," she started to rapidly flip the pages, "after he was banished to hell, they found…" Her flipping stopped at the very last page, "this." 

On the page was a cage with gnarled black metal and a large gash across the bars. A human whose arms crosses on their chest in an 'X.' Their feet were bound together and tied with rope to the middle's central support pole. Blood trickled down their face, torso, and legs. Beautiful, broken, ripped wings crumpled at their back. "He had stolen an angel. Broken them. Claimed them. Upon their back, scars from where he had failed to rip them off their back." She hummed. "Kinda looks like you." 

You laughed nervously then scoffed, trying to get the haunted picture out of your brain. "Should his eyes, red with ire from his unattained vision, seek you out, you are bound to the pits of hell itself for eternity because you are who he has lost, and he will not fail again.

"But that's just how it goes!" Misa laughed good-naturedly and shut the book harshly. "Pretty scary, right?" You shook your head.

"Absolutely not. First, it's actually pretty disturbing. Secondly, it's so vague! No details on how he died, if the other guy killed him. You'd think after eons of repetition, they'd make stuff up." Misa shook her head. 

"Yeah, if you ask a bard, but do you really want to hear a romanticization of it in a song where they talk about how he loved whom he locked away and claimed? They do not sing about the reality, for it is far too gruesome for even documentation, much less for song. At least, that's what Rem told me. Being vague is the only option to make it tolerable, but I think she actually knows the truth and won't spill." You laughed and rose from the library's sofa. "So? It's my favorite story." 

"That's because that girl looks like you." 

"And?" You clicked your tongue. 

"I dunno. I did say it was disturbing, but you don't really believe in this kinda stuff, right?" You scratched the back of your head. 

"Of course, I do!" She giggled. "Ever since Rem took me in and taught me to read, it's been my favorite book." How could you forget what an oddball Misa was? You sighed. 

"Alright, believe what you want. Halloween is the day after tomorrow, after all. Be as spooky as you want." Misa rose and slipped the leather-bound book back into her bag. "Are you stealing that?" You harshly whispered. She shook her head. 

"Nope! It's Rem's." Oh, gee.

"I'd rather steal from the library—which has free books—a concept I just remembered for some reason than Rem. Do you have a death wish? Nevermind, don't answer that. Why did you make me come to the library again?" 

"Isn't this where people read?

"...You're right. I got nothing. Come on. I need to get back to the market. I promised my parents I would pick up the pumpkins Mello grew and carved. Apparently, people are putting lights in them to make the faces glow at night."  

Your village was reasonably large, set on the misty hillside of the mountain. Though the nearest city where the Earl of the region lived was a few miles down the path and knights on horses frequented here on their patrols, your village felt world's away from society. It was also relatively famous for the chapel, so travelers often stopped to visit, especially with the holiday season. 

It rested closest to where the cliff dropped into nothingness. Flowers surrounded it, and moss grew up its stone walls. Vivid glass windows decorated all sides and around the wooden doors. A tower ascended from the front to where a millennial old bell sat still for just as long, for it was only to ring when the world was set to end.

Within, pews lined the plush red rug. The rug ran straight to the golden altar, where a large statue stood behind. The stained glass filtered color light upon its flawless, stone complexion. Water poured from the few holes in the body down into the small pond around it. 

"Are we going to meet on Halloween?" Misa asked. "You know it's my favorite holiday! Everyone will be on the square dancing and dressed up!" You smiled. 

"Of course. You know my parents would not miss a party. We can meet on my porch since it's closer?" She nodded enthusiastically,

"Yes! That sounds perfect! See you then!" The blonde blew you a kiss and skipped in the direction of her house. You smiled before turning on your heel and approaching the square. 

Of course, the market would be busy with both locals and travelers. It was mid-day, and each stand had its unique, limited-time holiday goods. You had to squeeze your way to make it to Mello's stand. The blonde grimaced as you approached. Ah. He's in a good mood! 

"Afternoon, Mello." 

"Y/N," he regarded you. "You're really going to buy a pumpkin with a scary face? Would it really go with your garden?" You scoffed. 

"It's my parents, actually, and yes! I can be scary and festive! Not as good as you, Mello. I heard that you carved lots of pumpkins for the village." He hummed and motioned to those on the wooden stand. 

"Not for the village," he replied. "You still have to pay, got it?" You rose your hands. 

"Of course, of course." You began to browse the selection. "Will you be attending the festivities night of?" He scoffed. 

"No. Now pick your poison or leave." You smiled and reached for one with a broad crooked smile. "Terrible taste." You furrowed your brows. 

"...But you're the one who made it?" Mello's eyes widened for a second before narrowing once more. 

"It's one of my worse ones. I guess it'll go well with you, then." You laughed and rubbed the carved circle around the stem with your hand. 

"Yep! Sounds good, Mello." You reached into your pockets and dropped a few coins in front of him. "Keep the change. Happy Halloween!" Mello snatched the coins from the table and shooed you off. You morphed back into the crowd, maneuvering your way through the group back to your house.

An abrupt, intense headache wracked your skull, causing you to suddenly stop amid the crowd and wince, nearly dropping the pumpkin under your arm. With your free hand, you grasped your forehead, but the pain only escalated and pulsed down your body. Two particularly intense strands of pain erupted on your back.

Peeking up, the crowd blurred around you, but your eyes on a figure at the corner of the inn. He was too far to make out the intimate details besides his lithe frame and brown hair. For moments you locked eyes before he disappeared behind the inn. 

The pain stopped as if it was an illusion. You snapped back into reality, chest heaving in relief. A few eyes looked at you in concern, but no one stopped to ask. Thankfully so. You wouldn't know what to tell them if they asked what happened. 

Shaking your head, you safely made it to your small house hidden behind a large oak tree. 

"Oh! You got the pumpkin! How was Mello?" 

"Charming as ever, of course. I was just with Misa at the library before that. She told me the story about Kira and his fall to hell." Your mom nodded her head and took the pumpkin from your arm. 

"Ah, that's an old one. I guess she's always been the type to be into that stuff. It freaks me out, personally." You followed your mom to the kitchen. 

"Yeah, me too. I try to remind myself it's not real, but there's also the small tick in the back of my brain that tells me it may be, you know?" She nodded again. 

"Oh, I like this carving! Nice choice, Y/N, but yes, I do that too. Especially since Halloween, this year, is on the full blood moon. An ill omen in all tales. Luckily the town's party rids my mind of such horrors, as should yours. Anything else happen today?" You paused.

"N-no. Nothing comes to mind. I think I'm going to go find father then wash up before dinner. Is he still in the forest?" Your mom nodded. 

"Yep. He's been hunting that same deer for weeks now. Apparently, it has a rack of the like he has never seen before. Something of beauty. I think he doesn't even want to kill it as much as he wants to see it again." Your dad was somewhat of a conundrum. As much as he awed and loved nature, he was a hunter who made income on the sale of its pelts and horns. "I'm sure he hasn't found it yet. Maybe you can help."

Unlikely, but you liked to explore the misty pines surrounding your village. They were too safe and had a few secret spots where hollowed logs led to hidden clear ponds. Wishing your mom farewell, you entered the pines and inhaled their thick scent. 

Your dad's job was handy in that you knew the backwoods like the back of your hand. He taught you the ways to track and navigate through the seemingly identical trunks. 

He also unknowingly taught you to sense when something was off with the forest. After ten minutes of traversing, you finally had the feeling of dread. The mist was inches too low, the grass droplets too wet, and the temperature degrees too low. You held your breath and glanced at your surroundings. 

A silhouette. A deer's head with a rack so vertically high you thought your eyesight was failing you. Except, as you stepped closer, this deer had the body of a man standing upon his two legs. Large hollow eyes oozed mist. 

"..." something was whispered into the air. You continued to hold your breath. "...—/N." The deer-man gave no indication of moving, and you could not bring your feet to even wiggle the frost from your toes. "Y/N."

Your name. Crystal clear. Your breath hitched. His hand with long, natural claws extended forwards towards you. "Y/N," it repeated. "You mus—....—ere. No t—." You could not make out his words. 

"Y/N!" Another yell. This time you recognized it as your father. Eyes blown open, you wretched your eyes from the deer-man and sprinted towards the voice of your father. 

"I'm...sorry." 

…

"You're not telling us everything." Your father accused. After you ran head-first into your father, petrified and stumbling over every word, he urged you home and waited for you to take the bath you begged them to allow you to have before sitting you in the sitting room, the fire roaring under the holiday wreath behind you. 

'It just scared me. I've never seen a bear of its size." Why are you lying? You had no idea. As soon as your mom asked the first questions, lies flowed out of your mouth like the truth. Stories you naturally never could have conjured on the spot. Stories you would never because you did not lie, which is why your parents, despite their dubious expressions, did believe you. "I swear. I just got freaked out. I think it's because of the story Misa told me today."

"That girl," your dad muttered. 

"She told them the story of the man who fell to hell. Kira." Your dad nodded and rubbed his chin with his hand. 

"Ah, I see. That would do it. Y/N, I know the full blood moon is coming, but there's no need to fret. Stories are just stories, alright? Leave your candlelight on tonight should you be scared of the dark, alright? Me and your mom are in the room over, alright?" You nodded. "Good. Now, what's for dinner?"

…

You lit the candle that night. In your nightwear, you sat on the edge of the bed. Muffled moonlight streamed through the frosted window and reflected off the full-length mirror in the corner. You inhaled deeply through your nose and exhaled through your mouth.

"They're just stories. Just stories." Like a mantra, you repeated this under your breath as you ducked under the covers. Opening your eyes, though, you were met with a flash of shadow in the mirror. You jumped and stared at it with eyes open enough to feel the cold air. You waited for something in the still room to move, for it to flash again, but nothing did. Thankfully.

Still, you threw the blanket off of yourself and approached to assure yourself that yes, it was nothing, and yes, there was nothing: just your reflection and the room behind you.

Until you blinked. 

For a second, blood poured down your body and wetted down your clothes against your figure—wings broken and limp behind your back. 

You screamed and smashed the mirror with your fist on impulse. Along with the shards, your body fell to the ground, and actual bloodied hands kept you from collapsing entirely. However, the features in the fragments were not yours. The man, the one from the square, stared back, but at this closer view, you can see his eyes. 

Red. 

You threw yourself back against the wall and screamed. Your door busted open, and your parents barged in. Your mother ran to your side and took your hand in hers while your father took in the big picture around him. 

"I-I thought I saw something in the mirror. Misa told me once the m-mirror is the passage to the other world. I-I know it's stupid for me to react like this, but I just… I don't know. Do you think it's the blood moon?" Your parents were quiet. 

'It could be," your mother said. "The blood moon is supposed to come with magic. It enables beings to crossover from other worlds, from other planes. It is the ill omen, but crossing over is all they can do. They can't touch you or hurt you. That, I promise." You nodded. 

Your parents stayed with you, and, for the first time since you were literally a toddler, you slept in their room, blankets wrapped around you on their floor. Relief flooded your system when sunlight broke through the window. Though your sleep was haunted by vague images and muddled whispers, you slept through the night after the incident. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" Your dad asked. "You can skip your daily chores if you don't want to do them. Tomorrow too. Aren't I generous?" You laughed but shook your head no. 

"That's alright. I think if I stay home, I'll just keep thinking about it. I need to get my mind off of it. Doing chores will put my mind at ease. Some normalcy, I think." Your dad nodded, though you can tell your parents weren't eager to just forget the events of last night.

You knew someone, though, that would be eager to learn about them. 

"Misa, can you keep a secret?" She bit into an apple. 

"No," she replied simply. "I tell Rem everything, but that's it. I don't really talk to many other people here besides you and her, so no one else to tell, but I know Rem will mind her business. She talks to fewer people than I do." That was true. You could count the number of times you talked to Rem on a single hand, and Misa said she liked you. 

"Okay, don't freak out, but…" 

She freaked out.

"And they were red?" You nodded. 

"Glowing. A sinister smirk on his face. His hands in the reflection, touching my own through the glass. It was the same as the one I saw in the square right after we met." Misa's eyes widened in enthusiasm and jubilation.

"It's him! It has to be! Kira!" You shook your head. 

"No, my mom explained it to me. It's a spirit from the other plane playing a joke on me. She told me that after I stopped crying and fled to their room before I passed out. That story isn't real. It… can't be." Misa shook her head and leaned forward. 

"It is! It's not that you don't believe it's real; it's that you don't want to believe it's real! Y/N, you have to believe me." You grimaced and backed away to create some breathing room.

"Why would I want it to be real?" You whispered solemnly. "Why would I want that to happen to me? I can't believe it's real. It can't be real. I'm terrified if it is real, okay? If my parents think it's real because I do, they'll tell the church, and if the church finds out? You know how they deal with spiritual trespassers and those they possess. I'd basically be dead. My soul stripped from my being to ensure I do not bring harm to anyone else. I would be a hollow body, Misa! Don't you get that!?" You inhaled a ragged breath. 

"...Has anything happened today?" You shook your head. "It's already almost sunset, so that's a good sign, at least. Sorry, I got too excited. Your feelings and safety are important. Okay, I promise I won't tell a soul about this." You breathed a sigh of relief. 

"Thank you. I just… don't know what to do." 

"Have you gone to the chapel? The water from the statue is supposed to cure any possession." You shook your head. "Okay! I think I know your next steps, then. Come on!" She stood abruptly from the bench and held out her hands. "Let's go!" 

She dragged you across the diameter of town until your footsteps echoed across the chamber. A few holy people greeted you as they did their duties. Some travelers prayed at the pews for good luck and well-being. A single man stood next to the pond where the statue stood. 

"Greetings," he welcomed. "I recognize you two from town, but I don't believe we've met. My name is Soichiro. Are you here to drink from the spring?" Misa nudged you forward. 

"Y-yes. Oh, I'm Y/N." He nodded. 

"I see. Does the blood moon have you nervous? Don't worry. Lots of people come to do the same before a blood moon. Come and cup your hands and drink the water. Any disease in your soul shall be healed." You lowered yourself down to your knees and cupped the crisp water between your palms. You lowered yourself to sip, and you swallowed. 

But it would not go down. 

You began to cough, and your body convulsed with coughs. Liquid did come from your mouth, but the drops upon the ground were not clear, but a vicious red. Soichiro yelled for the other holy people as your body shook and twisted. Ropes bound your wrists, and hands steadied your head—arms wrapped around your waist to keep you as still as possible. A man placed his palm on your forehead and whispered incomprehensible words. When he finished, he ripped his hand away, and your breath was restored. You were unable to fall with the tight grip they still had on you. 

"W-what happened?" You asked, feeling the tears on your cheeks continuing to inch down and the blood drying on your chin. "I-I don't know. I'm sorry." 

"Take them to the purification chamber."

"No! Please, no! Help me! Someone, please help!" It was a joint effort between numerous holy people to lift your struggling form from the ground. "Misa! Mom! Dad!" you called out for, yet, in the chapel, none of them were there. However, your screaming did not stop for them until you were placed on a large chair and gagged. Your legs were bound to the bottom of the chair, and arms rebound to the arms. Holy people circled around you. 

The chair you were in was much less a chair and more so a throne. Pure white metal was attached directly to the ground. Red cushioning provided comfort to your rear and back. With ragged breaths, you looked waited until one of them spoke or did anything besides watch you. It was the man who sentenced you here that approached. 

"Soichiro," someone called, but he ignored them and angled his head down towards you.

"I am going to undo your gag. Do not scream. I just want you to tell us the truth if you know anything. Sometimes… they do things without signaling a mortal." Large calloused hands undid the gag, and you inhaled greedily. "Now, tell us."

"A-are you going to take my soul?" 

"Speak first. I cannot make promises I do not know if I can keep." You swallowed and explained what you could to them. Your eyes were focused on the ground. The terror you would feel if his reaction was bad was too grand for you to meet his eyes. The silence after you ended your experience was deafening. "I see." He looked to a holy person nearby. "We need twenty-four-hours to prepare for the ritual. It leaves us with little room before the blood moon rises. If we do not store their soul… go now. It is much worse than any of us could have imagined." Your heart plummeted. 

"W-what? No! Please! Tell me what's going on! D-don't take my soul, please! I-I want to live! I'll run away! You'll never see me again!" Soichiro stared at you with what you hoped was empathy. The bags under his eyes spoke of his wisdom and his exhaustion. He motioned for the rest of the holy people to leave, so it was just him standing over you. 

"I'm sorry, child." He spoke softly, knuckles wiping the tears flowing down your face. "No matter how far you run, no matter how fast, no matter how well you hide, no matter how you continue on: alive or dead, he will come for you. The moment you locked eyes in the mirror, you were bound to him, just as you always have been." You shook your head, vehemently. 

"It's not true, is it? Kira... is he…?" Soichiro smiled sadly. "It can't be… it can't be me. It's impossible." You sobbed. "How? Please, at least tell me before… before…" You couldn't even make the words out. 

"My son," he began, "was always destined for greatness, but then greatness found him, and he became too great. The power he found was a single, black notebook. Write someone's name, and they would pass. It originally is from a Shinigami, a god of death, that possessed him while he owned it, but… there are forces more potent than Shinigami in the universe. He and his opponent, the one who sought to bring the mysterious killer Kira, my son, that plagued the land to justice, who we called L, always were at a battle of wits, of plans, but, in the end, my son won.

"But this victory angered others. It was they who killed him at the throne of the world. It was they who watched him plummet to hell. It was they who built the statue in this chapel and sealed him in hell so he could never return, but they have long passed. Their magic fading in time. I could do nothing in all this time except pray to angels to keep my son at bay." He paused and looked up solemnly. "You must be wondering how I am alive," He looked down at his pale hands. 

"The notebook is gone now. The Shinigami that dropped it fled back to his world when Lig- Kira, was cast down to hell. I, too, touched the notebook. A scheme my son created to get ahead. The curse of it never went away, and I am now stuck to live eternity until my son ends it." He clenched his fist. "I did not know you were so close. I did not know it was you. If I did… I would have taken your soul long before you could have known life without it." You shook your head. 

"I don't understand. What is my part? The book… the book only showed a cage with… someone in it. The story has no word of them. Just the girl… the weapon that served him." Soichiro sighed. 

"Back then, the plane between the mortal realm and other words was thinner when angels and spirits would roam mortal lands. You were an angel. A new one. Young. Wide-eyed and drawing silver linings wherever you walked. Someone he set to ruin. Someone with a soul so pure that he can take and twist to his own liking. No one should see you except him, so he locked you away and bound his soul to yours and your soul to his. As long as he lived, whether here or hell, you would too. 

"But just your soul. Unlike me, whose mortal body is stuck, it is solely your soul that has been recycled for eons. His part, the part of his soul within you, could only be awakened should your eyes meet his. Then, with his entire soul active and with the power of the red blood moon, he will be able to break the barrier that seals him tomorrow night. We must lock away part of his power, so he cannot walk this land again. 

"Should he, then he will seek to claim all that was taken from him. The mortal world will fall as we know it. Those he inevitably tricked in hell to follow him will breakthrough behind him. What the world deserves for not seeing him as the god he sees himself as." Tears pooled in Soichiro's eyes. "I still love my son. The bright-eyed boy, but he cannot love. What he feels for you is something far darker, something twisted. I do not know what he will do if he finds you. You will be better off soulless." You sobbed. 

"B-but the deer-man in the woods. Do you - I mean…" He furrowed his brows and shook his head. 

"I don't know, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry my son came upon you. No one deserves this fate." You wretched in your bindings, ragged breaths, and eery whines escaping your mouth. "Some will be around to feed you later, and someone… someone will explain everything to your parents. 

"Let me see them!" You yelled out. "Please! One last time! They don't know anything! I just want to… please, I… I get it. Why you have to do this, but please let me say goodbye. Please. I just," you bit your bottom lip to prevent another wail, "please." Soichiro shook his head. The man could no longer maintain eye contact with you.

"I can't. We cannot risk you talking to anyone lest risk his jealousy. As far as we are concerned, you are not you. You are his." You pulled against the ropes once more. "I'm… so sorry. It is best for everyone that he does not see you with others while he is powerful enough to watch this world. I hope you never forgive me." Crestfallen, he turned his back and approached the door. 

"No! Come back! Please! Don't leave me alone here! P-please! S-Soichiro!" Only the slam and locking of the door met your calls. 

You don't know how long you howled and wailed, how many times it echoed back in the circular chamber to your ear. There came the point where your body could make no more tears, so you were left with pathetic dry heaves. It was then that a voice whispered in your head. 

"Y/N…" It was different than the voice in the woods. It was sinister, deep, evil. You focused on anything, the floor's intricate patterns, the ceiling, the running water behind the chair, the plants around the circumference of the room, anything to not acknowledge it. "Oh, aren't you a gift wrapped up for me? Clearly my father's work. Don't ignore me, Y/N. I know your every move. I know you can hear my every word" 

"F-fuck you!" You cried, and he laughed. Then, he clicked his tongue.

"Such dirty words. You're not the angel I remember, fresh out of the clouds. Ah, but there wasn't much angel left, from what I can recall. Do you feel it, Y/N? It shouldn't be long now…" For a long time, nothing happened, then, like two knives down your back, you screamed. "Ah, there it is. Those screams, I do remember. I don't care if it hurts." Blood soaked the cushion behind you and flowed down to your rear. "You brought this on yourself. This is what you deserve." 

"I didn't do anything!" You writhed. 

"Is that what my father told you? Is that what the story says? Oh, they couldn't be more wrong, love. You denied me what I deserve. You could have fallen to hell right with me, where you can be where you belong, but you stayed. I couldn't have you running back to the angels to live your days without me. I wouldn't allow it. If I hadn't had Mikami lock you in that cage, if I hadn't bound our souls, your grave would be in the flower fields above the clouds, but you got conceited. 

"Let me remind you of something, love. You are mine. Your body, your mind, your heart, your soul, what's between your legs, it's all mine. We are bound for eternity, Y/N. There is nothing you can do about it." He got quiet just as the immediate pain receded, leaving you with intense throbs. 

"You… won't get the chance," you spoke through tears. "Big talk for someone who isn't even going to breach this plane." A flash of pain sparked in your skull. He chuckled. 

"Oh, Y/N. Perhaps you are just as green as you were when we met. I can't wait to feel you again. To have you watch me burn the world." Silence. 

Despite your exhaustion, you could not sleep. You might as well have melted into the chair in how your body did not move a single inch, too scared to bother your wounds, and have the pain come back that is still aching. You did not want to spend your last hours unconscious. No one came to feed you.

"They're coming," he said. "They'd better be quick, then. The moon is almost up out there, after all." He groaned, and you jolted at the feeling of a cold hand on your neck. 

Soichiro and a train of holy people entered the room and surrounded you. He approached your limp body and undid your bounds. You did not miss him tense, and his eyes widen at the pool of blood in the seat from your back. 

'We must hurry. Any minute he will come through." Soichiro enlisted others to help him carry you back up the stairs to the altar. "Twenty four hours in the chamber has amplified their soul. It explains the marks on their back from their past life. Quick, on the altar!" The cloth was smooth against your skin as they placed you. 

Movement flurried around you as different scents were sprayed, various objects were placed on the ground and on the altar around you, and foreign words were spoken around you. Fatigue racked your body. There was not a single inch of your body that you could to move. 

Soichiro stood over your body. Your eyes, dead and clouded, stared up at him. In his hand was a singular, transparent, glass object. Quickly, he lifted his hand, ready to plunge it down. 

A loud bang resounded in the chapel, and the glass fell with a splatter of blood. You rolled your head to the side and watched two bodies approach from the entrance. All of the holy people around you were blown limply against the walls around you. It was only when they were right above you that you recognize it was Misa and Rem. 

"Rem, can you carry them? Do you still have your strength?" 

"Do not worry, Misa," she replied. Long arms lifted you while Misa skipped ahead and smiled reassuringly back at you. Music filled the crisp air. Lights hanging from the trees and other ornaments swept by your visual field. You groaned and lulled your head to face Misa. 

"M-Misa, no." You groaned. "He's coming." She giggled and turned around. Skipping backward, her smile widened. Behind her, the crowd gathered in the village square. Their vivid garments stuck out under the lights. 

"Of course I know, silly! Rem is a Shinigami just as the one who gave Kira his power. Just like he had a notebook, I had Rem's, but it was destroyed eons ago. Still, it binds me to live eternally, just like Soichiro. Luckily, Rem's cloaking magic covered me when I've met him, or he would have spoiled it all for us!

"When I saw you, I knew it was you. No matter how you may physically change, your heart and soul are always the same. Now, he's going to return to us. He's going to spearhead the new world." She twirled her hair around her finger. "Isn't that exciting?" 

You had no strength to fight in Rem's hold. Even if you did, you were unsure if you would be able to beat a Shinigami. 

Eyes were drawn to you as your bloodied and weak form was carried by an almost unidentifiable figure. Gasps echoed across the crowd, the music stopping as you presumably reached the square. 

"They watch helplessly," he spoke. "They know you are not theirs to touch. Soon, they will all know my power. They will all know who you belong to. Keep your eyes open, love."  

"Y/N! Y/N! Move! That's our child! Move! Y/N! The desperate calls of your parents broke through the crowd, but Rem presumably pushed them far back just the holy people, scaring the public to still and part for your funeral march. You heard the sick smack of bodies against a surface. Misa hummed to herself in front of you. Your head rolling back, you met Mello's wide and helpless eyes as he stood in the crowd. 

Misa led you away from the crowd and stopped at the flagpole at the village's entrance gates with the group following. Rem retied you to the base of the flagpole; your arms crossed over your chest in a familiar 'X,' legs and waist bound to the pole. Misa's settled herself next to you.

"All!" She called. "Watch as the blood moon rises behind the chapel! He who fell to hell is rising again to take what is rightfully his!" She pointed to the moon as it brilliantly glowed crimson above the chapel. Murmurs rose from the crowd, suspicious and fearful. "Watch as our god returns to the mortal realm!" 

The church bell rang. Its deathly reverberations echoing in your ear. The crowd fell to silence. 

"Have you missed me, love?" He spoke. "Because I have missed you." 

A red beam of light erupted from the chapel, followed quickly by multiple explosions. The statue, the roof, the infrastructure all crumbling by the expanding beam of light that touched the sky, screams erupted from the crowd, and they began to scramble. You pulled with what little strength you had left, but the pole against your back seized you in pain to cease your movements.

A silhouette could be made out of the beam. Large black wings spread from his back, sharp and jagged. Hands rose above his head before he dropped down in front of the chapel submerged in flames. His shadow enraptured you, and though his shadow was mostly unclear from a distance, you could make out his eyes even from here. Slowly, he took his first step forwards. 

Every needle and leaf in the trees around him fell. The grass withered all around him. Ash from the sky and littered the ground. With each step, the radius expanded until more and more life died around him. Your eyes trailed to the unconscious bodies of your parents against a tree. His zone of death stretched farther than them. 

"Eyes on me." 

"You're going to kill them!" You screeched. "Stop this madness at once!" You shook in your bonds. Misa was frozen next to you, eyes wide in anticipation as he approached. 

"Ordering me around? Perhaps you still are conceited. I think killing them will remind you of your place, hm?" Unfortunate humans were reduced to ash in his radius. The wind blew the ashes all around him, gently lifting his brown tufts of hair. "These mortals are nothing compared to you and I. Accept me as your mate. Accept the part of your soul that is my own, and the pain will all go away. You'll be dragged down to hell, and I'll bring you right back up." 

Your parent's ashes were a different color than the rest. 

"You know, it's been an eternity since I've heard you call my name. Do you even remember it?" You shook your head and squeezed your eyes shut. The thick scent of smoke, of ash, of death, permeated the air. "Eyes on me." He was almost here. Arms extended to the side, he approached from the other side of the square now. 

"Misa, we need to leave." 

"No! He's here! He's finally here, Rem!" 

"His aura will kill you, Misa." 

"No, I won't! He won't!" Rem, at lightning speed, grabbed Misa and flew in the other direction. "No! Put me down! I'll never forgive you! Stop!" Her voice echoed until it was out of range. Your head lashed back and forth, looking for any sign of life, but there was none: just ash, dying grass, and gnarled, graying trees. 

Dressed in all black, eyes blazing, teeth sharp, wings stretched, he now stood before you with the moon on his back. You pushed yourself against the pole despite the shock of pain. The grass around you died, the bugs vanishing, but you remained fine. You stared at his feet. 

"Oh, love," soft fingers reached down and tilted your head up. "You're as beautiful as I remember." Black wings encircled you, so you could only see him. "Do you remember my name?" You shook your head, and he gripped your chin harder. "Do not lie to me. Say my name, Y/N. Sew the wounds of your forsaken wings and accept your place with me." His voice resounded in you. "You feel it. I know you do. I feel your pain. Your fear. I've felt every emotion your reincarnations have ever felt. Say my name." He leaned in close.

"Kira." He clicked his tongue. 

"Stop resisting," he hissed. "Say my name, Y/N." His breath glided against your cheek. His hand moved to cup your jaw, and the other trailed down your waist.

"Light." It came off your lips quickly, easily, and he smiled, eyes widening with pleasure. Immediately, relief filled your physical body, your back's pain dissolving. Your head tilted back in bliss. 

"Y/N," he whispered against your neck. "Finally." He inhaled your scent deeply, hand tilting your head to give him more access. He placed a small kiss against your skin. His kisses trailed upwards, along your jaw, frantic against your cheeks, nose, until he captured your lips and stole your breath. 

"Oh, Y/N," he whispered against your lips. "I love you."