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gatheringfiki · 4 months

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The following ficlet was written by @marigoldvance based on this photoset.

Fili/Kili, Teen, A Journey of Stars AU

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Christmas in Orbit

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It has been a year since the dismal reclaiming of Erebor—or, as the UCF now categorizes it, Aulëan-LM2741. Kíli isn’t sure how he feels about everything that transpired; Thorin’s demise at the hands of his own greed or how he’d almost brought everyone down with him.

All the lies and omissions made in an effort to return to the idea of a place that no longer existed. After the hazardous journey they’d endured to get there, Erebor wasn’t the haven it had been made out to be over the span of Fíli and Kíli’s lifetime, lacking the glory and splendor Thorin had promised.

The planet was sick, the air contaminated with disease that melted flesh and corroded bone. Even now, it isn’t much better, though Dain is making progress, his biorestoration efforts funded by private corporations with a lot to gain should the technology work.

Still, Kíli prefers to observe Erebor from a distance. That being from the safety of the restored Journey, the ship that had seen them through most of Thorin’s sullied quest. He isn’t alone in his wariness, joined onboard by Bofur and Nori and his mother, Dís. A few others as well, hailing from the settlement on Ered Luin where Fíli and Kíli had been raised.

Fíli…

Kíli sighs, an ache in his chest that he tries to soothe under the pressure of a palm. He stares over the navigation dashboard, into the endless swirls of stars beyond the upper arc of Erebor’s atmosphere.

Fíli isn’t onboard the Journey, having chosen to assume the duty thrust upon him by Thorin’s last words. Initially, he didn’t give them much credence, desiring to stay close to Kíli in the aftermath of that valarforsaken battle. But, once the smoke settled and the blood was rinsed from the ground, it seemed Fíli had a change of heart.

Something called to him to help put Erebor back together.

Although Kíli wholeheartedly disagrees with Fíli’s thoughts on the matter, he could never abandon his brother, no matter how much has been done to pulverize any hope of Kíli warming to the planet. So, he stays. Floats high above his brother who chose to see their uncle’s dream through to completion.

A pressure builds behind Kíli’s eyes that he refuses to acknowledge, blinking several times as he composes himself. He wonders idly if he’ll die on this ship. The others, he knows, are simply waiting for the right time to descend and make Erebor their home, but Kíli can’t bring himself to make the effort. Not even for Fíli.

His Fíli.

Who may or may not love him as wholly and completely as Kíli loves Fíli.

It’s been months since they’ve seen each other, really seen each other; face to face, in the same space. Months of tinny voicecalls over the coms, or static-fuzzy videochats on the monitors in their respective chambers. Once in awhile, if the tech cooperates, they share whole-bodied, HVRS—that being holographic virtual reality streams. If Kíli pretends hard enough, he can almost feel Fíli’s breath on his cheeks, or Fíli’s whiskers tickle the skin around his lips as Fíli presses lazy kisses to his mouth.

It almost feels real.

But it never squashes the immense distance between them. A distance Kíli fears is growing vaster by the day.

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Fíli groans, stretching his arms across the bed and feeling around for a body his mind slowly registers isn’t there. Disappointment pangs through him, stinging through his heart to his gut like an electric shock. He squints against the pale morning light and swings his legs over the side of the bed, resting his feet on cold stone.

It startles him briefly before he acclimates, sheets and duvet puddling beside him as he greets the day. He scratches his bare, furry stomach, stands, and yawns widely, before moving toward the tall, narrow window of his chamber.

Glancing outside, he balks at what he sees.

The world beyond is blanketed in a thick powdering of snow, making it seem like Erebor is at the doorstep of the Valar. It’s heavenly, sparkling under the weak winter sun, and Fíli is reminded of childhood snowball fights and forts built with friends. And caroling and icing cookies their mother baked for them, and slurping overfilled mugs of hot chocolate topped with fluffy cream.

Yule.

Kíli’s favorite holiday celebrated even when they were chasing scraps in deep space. Kíli would find a way to make it special no matter where they ended up. A hesitant smile tugs the corners of Fíli’s lips at a particular asinine memory: Kíli had welded a tree together out of bits of metal they couldn’t sell and had decorated it with vibrators and dildos (some of the many items they’d pilfered from a pirate’s unmanned craft). They’d used a different toy each day leading up to Yule, like some kind of pornographic advent calendar.

Fíli regrets that they hadn’t had a lot of time to enjoy the newness of their intimacy before Thorin had called upon them to join his quest.

And that’s when a plan takes root in Fíli’s mind, grows and unfurls and demands his attention.

He’s dwarf enough to admit he hasn’t committed as much time or focus on Kíli as he should have of late, occupied with reestablishing a government and restoring relations with other members of the UCF. Bringing Erebor back from the dead has been hell and Fíli committed his whole self to the ordeal.

His relationship with Kíli became collateral damage in the face of everything Fíli had to do.

Look out at the snowy landscape, Fíli sets his jaw, squares his shoulders, and recognizes that it’s time to make things right. He understands Kíli’s reluctance to join him on Erebor, hasn’t been able to lend any energy into convincing Kíli otherwise.

But, being without his brother, his bunnel…Fíli’s soul weeps in Kíli’s absence. He can’t allow the distance between them to continue. He won’t.

Decision made, Fíli hurries to his wardrobe, cutting through the middle of his hung clothes and sweeping the two parts aside. He reaches into a box buried in the back under extra blankets and digs for his flight suit. The leather has been buffed out and mended since the battle that almost cost he and Kíli their lives.

A triumphant day tarnished by grief and malice.

Fíli bows his head. If only he’d noticed his uncle’s sickness sooner—but that’s not a road he wishes to travel down, not now.

He has work to do.

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“Unidentified craft approaching. Unidentified craft approaching. Unidentified—”

“For fucksakes, I heard you.” Kíli grunts, typing his authorization code into the panel. The door swishes open and he runs across the flight deck to the main station where he punches another series of buttons to get a visual on the screen above him.

The coms crackle to life and a familiar voice filters through the open link, “Think you could let me in or do I have to break the door down?”

Kíli’s eyes widen in surprise, his stomach somersaulting in a mix of excitement and anxiety.

“Fee?”

“Unidentified cra—”

Kíli slams his fist down on the AI control board, not caring if he breaks anything.

A deep chuckle resonates down the commlink and washed over Kíli’s skin, goosebumps flashing down his nape to his wrists.

“Fíli.” He says, choking on the name. Quickly, he manually enters the docking sequence and listens as the AI narrates the procedure back at him while it follows through with his request.

The instant Kíli is certain Fíli’s craft has safely entered the launch bay, Kíli bolts out of the flight deck and down the long corridor, swings into the stairwell and down the stairs, the sounds of his boots clapping metal bouncing off the bulkheads.

He flies through the door of the launch bay and skids to halt on the catwalk above the landing zone, just in time to see the top of Fíli’s craft yawn open. Kíli rushes down, jumping the last few steps and hitting the ground with a heavy thump.

He can’t believe it. He can’t believe Fíli’s here.

Fíli’s in the process of removing his astroflight helmet when Kíli shoves the bay operator attending Fíli’s craft out of the way and clambers gracelessly up the side. Just as Fíli places his helmet in the footwell, he finds himself practically crushed under the weight of his brother.

Kíli scrambles into Fíli’s lap, legs astride Fíli’s thighs, and pulls him into a fierce hug. The embrace is borderline violent, but Fíli won’t protest, having missed the feeling of Kíli’s body against his. His hands find purchase on the slight flare of Kíli’s hips, fingers digging into the flesh, and he drags Kíli closer.

“Bunnel…” He whispers, lifting his chin to meet Kíli’s watery gaze.

The air is thick between them, filled with a thousand confessions, hundreds of days worth of unbridled love and need and heat unleashed in a single second. Kíli dips his head, lips parted, and pressed his brow to Fíli’s.

They breathe each other in in strong gulps, Kíli’s hands roaming over Fíli’s shoulders, collarbone, finding their place on Fíli’s broad chest. Slowly, in tiny increments, they tilt their mouths together. A gentle, too-soft brush of sensation, then back for a beat, before surging together in a deep, wet fury of tongues and lips and teeth. Kíli rolls his hips down against Fíli who grabs Kíli by the hair and pulls, forcing Kíli’s head to the side to expose the expanse of his neck.

Fíli trails the tip of his nose along Kíli’s throat, panting, tasting the scent of him. Vala, Fíli missed him. He releases Kíli’s hair, moves his hand to cradle Kíli’s cheek delicately, a gesture Kíli leans into with a soft, glossy expression.

“You’re here.” Kíli says, sounding somewhat lost.

Fíli wants to whimper for the burst of pain in his chest. Instead, he smudges a gentle kiss across Kíli’s lips and says, “I am.”

Kíli leans back, takes Fíli’s hand in his and dots little pecks across Fíli’s knuckles, over the flight gloves Fíli’s still sporting.

“What are you doing here?” Kíli asks, suspicious despite the elation erupting inside him. “Don’t tell me it’s just because you missed me.”

Fíli grins, bops the tips of their noses together, and answers, “Partly because I missed you, then.” He grabs Kíli’s hand as he’s about to swipe at him. “And partly because I have a case to plead, and it deserves to be done in-person.”

Kíli considers Fíli for a moment and then decides, “Alright, I’m curious. Plead away.”

“You don’t want to do this somewhere else?” Fíli questions, looking around them at the partially populated launch bay. There a few technicians and operators milling about, most of them forgoing politeness and outright watching Fíli and Kíli’s reunion with wide, cheeky smiles.

“Right here’s fine, I think.” Kíli says, draping his arms over Fíli’s shoulders. “Speak.”

An earthy chuckle bubbles from deep within Fíli, filling Kíli with a happiness he thought could never be remade.

“Alright, you terrible creature.” Fíli concedes, delivering a hard pinch to Kíli’s backside. Then, he says, “You remember Yule on Ered Luin?” Kíli nods, quietly waits for Fíli to continue. “It’s snowed, Kee. The capital looks gorgeous, just like Nogrod.”

Kíli feels a sticky coldness trickle down from his throat to his gut. “You want me to go down there?”

“You don’t have to, bunnel. You never have to if you wish it. But…It would mean so much to me if you came to see it, even if it’s just for a minute.” Fíli implores, blue eyes alive with so much love and sincerity, Kíli finds it difficult to argue.

Fíli, though, senses his concern and addresses it head-on, just like he does most things.

“How about we take tonight to think about it.” He cups Kíli’s jaw, sweeps a thumb lightly over Kíli’s stubbled cheek, washing it back across Kíli’s lips.

“Oh,” Kíli smirks, raising an eyebrow, “You think you can convince me by, what? Sucking my brains out through my cock?”

Someone chokes and coughs in the background, the sound followed by a few snickers.

“That was the plan.” Fíli admits, only half joking. “Let me at least try, and if you still don’t want to, I won’t force you.”

Kíli eyes Fíli for a long moment, taking in Fíli’s features. He hasn’t changed much since they were last together like this, but there’s enough of a difference that makes Kíli’s heart cringe. The crinkles in the corners of Fíli’s eyes are more permanent that they used to be, his beard longer and less tamed.

Kíli hates that he didn’t witness those changes as they happened. Hates that they’ve been apart even for a day, never mind the months that have stretched between them.

“You have one chance to convince me, nadad.” Kíli presses this point by lifting a finger and bringing it close to Fíli’s face. “One, no more than that.”

A breathtaking smile spreads across Fíli’s lips, all perfect white teeth and crinkly eyes, “I’ll take what I can get.”

It takes a bit of maneuvering, but they manage to disentangle themselves and climb down from the craft. The small crowd that watched them dissolved, going about their business now that there isn’t anything to gawk at.

“Right, come on then.” Kíli says, skipping up the stairs to the catwalk the lines the perimeter of the launch bay. “You have a lot of convincing to do before tomorrow. I suggest we get started.”

“Shouldn’t we eat first?” Fíli asks, thinking it must only be around suppertime.

Kíli whirls around and pins him with a glare. “Am I not feast enough for you?”

Fíli raises his hands in defense, “I misspoke.” He crowds Kíli against the railing, holds him there long enough to kiss him hard and dirty before separating with a smack. “Lead the way, my succulent roast.”

Kíli barks a laugh, “That’s awful!”

Fíli shrugs, moving and gesturing for Kíli to go ahead of him, “You started it.”

Together they make their way to Kíli’s chambers, located on the third floor of the ship. Fíli understands he has more to prove to Kíli tonight than simply convincing him that Erebor—or, at least, it’s capital—is worth visiting.

He has months to make up for. Too many broken promises and unintentional hurts to soothe. And he intends to mend it all. One touch, one kiss, one soft vow of love at a time.

#submission #Gathering 12 Days 2023 #Fili/Kili #FiKi #Durincest #the Hobbit

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kleincantwrite · 1 year

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Stuck - Dainsleif - Part #1

Modern AU - You and Dainsleif get stuck in an elevator together

Synopsis: It's always been hard to tell what dainsleif is really thinking. His emotions seem to always ebb and flow, he's sometimes blunt, other times passionate. His erratic behaviour never interfered with you, however in contrast to the cold, blunt Dainsleif you see in the workplace, you see a more.... interesting side of him.

Content warnings: None (?)

Rating: SFW

Authors note: I picture Dain to be somewhat bipolar, coming off as cold and blunt, but in reality, he just doesn't know how to act. Autism impact part 1

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It's a late night at the office, and as you finish up your work for the evening, you notice a light on in the staff room across from your desk. Getting ready to head home, you go to collect your personal belongings. Your heels clacking on the tile floor, it's cold in the office, the heating having been broken for a while. The lack of carpet or any real decor adding to the chill. Approaching the light of the staff room, you open the door fully, announcing your arrival. You hear a soft gasp, shocking you. Looking into the room, you see the source of the sound, your co worker, Dainsleif.

"Do you always have to sneak around?" He suddenly speaks after a moment of awkward silence. His eyes dart around, squinting at you. He's probably been here since early morning, he's absolutely tired by now, and it shows. "I didn't know you were here, sorry." You respond, not sure how to act, being very tired yourself. You walk over to the lockers that line the walls, something Dainsleif had actually requested, rather than just using regular cupboards. You were sure Dainsleif had requested lockers for his own privacy rather than worrying about the privacy of his co workers. Dainsleif is a very private man, very rarely showing any real emotion to others, aside from a small smile every now and again when it's a good day.

Opening your locker, you put in the combination and pull the metal door open, reaching for your belongings. "You're going home?" You can feel him glaring at you as he asks. You turn around after grabbing your bag and your personal phone, shutting the locker as you face him. "That's the plan. Are you planning to stay for much longer?" You question, not really wanting to walk out to your car by yourself. Late nights in the city tend to bring out some... interesting people. "Why are you asking?" Dainsleif asks suspiciously, eyebrows dropping as he crosses his arms and stands up straight. You always seemed to upset him, even if it really wasn't your intention. He's always been somewhat lenient with some of your ruder coworkers, despite having the reputation to get them fired with a few words to your boss. However, when it came to you, he always seemed to have it out for you. Always judging you silently, questioning everything you do, observing you quietly while you work. It was unusual, but you were used to him acting this way. Although it was upsetting, the fact that you couldn't befriend him like you had originally planned, you still held him in high respects. "I just wanted to know if you had keys to lock up once you're ready to head out." You say, trying to clear yourself from his suspicion. He just glares, turning away from you, walking towards the door and turning the light off. You hurry after him, confused as to what he was doing, before coming to the realisation that he was leaving.

"Well? Are you coming?" He stands at the door to the office, watching you stand in the staff room doorway. Shocked by his question, you fumble with the staff room door handle, before he sighs and walks over to you, taking your key out of your hands gently, but forcefully, as he turns the key in the lock. Holding your keys back out to you, he gives you a judgemental look. "Sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me today. I'm a bit shaky." He furrows his brows at this statement, looking angry at you. Afraid that he was going to scold you, you look away, but he simply turns away and walks towards the door, once again stopping and turning to wait for you.

"Hurry. It's late and I would much rather be at home than here." He says coldly. After locking the office door, the two of you walk towards the elevator. Working on the sixth floor of an office building certainly wasn't something you had pictured yourself doing when you were younger, but it paid your bills, and allowed you just enough time to enjoy your hobbies. You walked quietly beside Dainsleif, awkwardness creeping in between the two of you. Surprisingly, you could tell that he was feeling it too, hearing him clear his throat. Stopping at the elevator, you reach out to press the down button, before he reaches out quickly to press it before you do, glaring at you as he moves away to wait for the elevator. So childish. You think to yourself. It was kind of cute, watching him do something so out of character, to get competitive over pushing the elevator button before you could.

The elevator chimes as it arrives at your floor. The doors open, and you step in, feeling the cold metal of the elevator already. Realising you forgot your coat in the staff room, dreading having to walk from your car to the building tomorrow morning, in the freezing cold. You let out a shiver, teeth chattering, as Dainsleif almost snaps his neck to look at you, glaring. "You left your coat?" He asks, with that cold, deadpan voice. "Yeah, I must've left it at my desk, or in the staff room or something." You shuffle your feet around, worried for the second time tonight that a scolding was incoming. Instead, he does something unexpected and totally out of character. He grabs your arm gently and pulls you into him, wrapping his coat around you. You almost want to push against him, wanting to question him, but instead you decide to just enjoy the warmth. You shuffle further into him, holding him by wrapping your arms around his waist. You felt him stiffen up slightly, but he didn't push you away. You were always impressed by his hips, he has always had an excellent waistline. What are you thinking? Imagining your co workers' body in such a way? Flustering yourself, you hide your face in his chest. He doesn't move his body at all, but he raises his arm to run his hands through your hair stiffly. This is so gentle, so unusual, it feels wrong to be so close to him after all of the glares he shoots you, after all of the blunt, borderline cruel 'advice' he gives you in the workplace.

"Are you still cold?" He asks stiffly. "Not anymore. You're warm." The last part slips out, but it seems to work in your favour as he pulls you closer. You look at the elevator display, it shows you're nearing the second floor. That is, until the screen flashes with an error, and the elevator comes to a buckling halt, shaking you around, jarring your body slightly. Dainsleif takes a step back, almost letting you fall, before you steady yourself on the side of the elevator. "What was that? Is the elevator broken? Did it stop?" Question after question, you look at him, awaiting an answer, expecting him to know.

"No clue." he says bluntly. Panic starts to set in as your brain goes over all of the things that could go wrong right now. It's so late that you don't think the elevator repair people would even be awake, let alone in the building. You would call emergency services, but your phone buzzes, turning off. It's out of battery. Just your luck, being stuck in an elevator late at night with someone that does'nt like you. Just your luck. Dainsleif takes a step towards you, pulling you to his side before pulling his phone out and dialling a number. Thank god his phone is working. You haven't said a word, too upset with the situation to really even think about what to say. "We're stuck in an elevator." You hear him say, his voice muffled due to your head being buried into his coat. He rattles off the address, giving some short, brief details, before letting them know his phone was low on power. You hear the operator say something, and he says something before hanging up.

"Are they going to get us out?" You ask, not really expecting a proper answer. "yes." He says briefly, before nudging you away from him, and the cold hitting you like a train. You look at him, feeling somewhat dejected, as he pulls his coat off and throws it at you. "Put it on. It'll be harder on the emergency services if they have to pull your frozen body out of the elevator." he chuckles a little bit. He actually chuckles. He actually made an attempt at a joke towards you? "Do you hate me, Dainsleif?" You're not sure why you ask, but you feel as though you need to. He looks at you pointedly, but it soon changes to confusion. A look you're not used to seeing on him at all. "Why do you ask?" He says, not giving you an answer. "You always look so upset with me, and you're really mean to me in the office." You say, not really sure with yourself, uncertain as to why you even said anything in the first place. "Mean?" He looks taken aback, his eyes widening ever so slightly, staring at you with those stunning eyes. You look down at your feet, before wrapping the coat further around yourself, feeling like a kid being reprimanded by someone. Not getting an answer from you, Dainsleif clears his throat, also looking away awkwardly. "I don't hate you. I just know how to seperate work from personal time." He says, eyes softening, just a bit, but still talking to you in that cold, blunt tone. You feel somewhat comforted by his words, despite how unfeeling they seem.

He steps towards you, looking at you. "Do you hate me?" He asks, with a gentler tone. "No". You answer right away. You don't even have to think about it, because you already knew what your answer would be even from the beginning. You quite liked dainsleif, when he wasn't glaring at you or huffing about some problem he apparently has with the work environment. He was very beautiful. Not handsome, but beautiful. Pretty, even. His face had such soft features, his eyes were so full of life, curiosity, emotion. His hair was always styled perfectly, occasionally with a hairpin or two to keep it out of his face. His lips are a soft pink, they never look chapped. He's the definition of perfect. If there was one person in the world that could have a running chance at being the most beautiful person, it would be him, by far. You notice he hasn't said anything, and you've been staring at his face for a while now. Has he moved closer? You think so. Your toes are almost touching, and he's leaning towards you, reaching his hand up. Whoa whoa whoa, what? Is he going to kiss you? Why? For what reason? All of a sudden? What should you do? What are you supposed to do in this situation? This is so out of nowhere that-

You feel his hands graze your hips, and his lips connect with yours. You almost pull away, almost. But you don't. Have you wanted him to kiss you? this badly? You put your hands on his shoulders, pulling him into you just a bit more, before he disconnects from the kiss, leaving your lips feeling cold from the sudden loss of the warmth of his body. He's still holding you in his arms, studying your expression before moving away, pulling away from you completely. "My apologies, I completely misread the situation." He says, looking somewhat embarrassed. Again, a side to him you'd never even dreamt of seeing. He's always been so... erratic? Especially with the way he shows his emotions. You quickly apologise, explaining you weren't upset or offended. Both of you feeling awkward, the two of you stand in silence, shifting your feet every couple of moments, until he finally speaks up "Would you mind if I were to kiss you again?"

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Part 2 will literally just be pure smut, I'll write it later because I'm so, so tired right now T-T

#Dainsleif #Genshin #Genshin impact #Genshin x reader #Genshin fluff #Genshin dainsleif #Dainsleif x reader #Dainsleif x male reader #Dainsleif x female reader #Dainsleif x gender neutral reader #Dainsleif fluff #Genshin modern AU

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wanderingpages · 1 year

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.・。.・゜Dark AU ゜・。.

V E R S I O N 2

“It’s you that I’ve been thinking about and I shouldn’t be. You’re cattle waiting for slaughter, baby.”

TFOTA // All Human // AU : Cardan tries not to lust after the girl he's supposed to kill.

Trigger Warnings: Crude language, Drugs, Sex, Murder/Talks of murder, Sexual/Physical Assault.

Cardan's POV

Madoc has been absolutely no help at all. “You sure?” He asks this two days after the party, when I called to confess about the shit I pulled with Locke.

“Yeah,” I deadpanned. “She hates Care Bears. Or maybe just the yellow one.”

“They do seem like annoying little things,” he mused.

“Madoc.” There’s no way this is a serious job, I had figured. This is punishment for blowing up Asha and Balekin. The only thing that had kept me from going absolutely insane was Elvira. Her head rubbed against mine as if to tell me to calm down and watch my blood pressure, because I’m way too young to be having it spike like this. “I saved her from Carrot -Top. Is that not enough for you? Can you give me something to shoot at now?”

“No,” he said, “To both. I need information from this girl, King, and you’re going to fucking get it for me. So she knows your name. Alright, go back and get to know her for real. No better way of getting information than to actually talk to her.” Except I have no idea how to organically slip into this girl’s life without revealing what a stalker I am.

So, I don’t, partly to stick it Madoc because I haven’t heard from him since that conversation ended, and partly because this is fucking tedious and kind of wrong even for my standards. It’s like I’d be grooming her for slaughter or something. “I should just kill her and get it over with, right?” I ask Elvira but she’s half asleep so I don’t really expect an answer. I run a knuckle over her ear and her nose twitches the way I remember Jude’s does.

I sigh, it’s been nearly a week now and trailing Jude is really not the highlight of my life. I’m running on coffee and blow. If I don’t get at least some semblance of peace, I might actually go into cardiac arrest. There’s only so much asinine things I can take for a whole week. I should probably be perched on a tree watching Jude sleep or paint her toenails or something but I need a fucking break. I check my phone to see a new message. I had requested a background check after Madoc’s joke of a phone call and it seems like there’s a dossier ready for me. I leave Elvira to sleep, shutting the door so no one gets the chance to bother her. It’s not exactly my place, but Dain’s instead. Technically, the late Mayor Eldred’s estate, so to speak, but he’s dead on paper, and most likely in some foreign country trying to find us a new step mom to corrupt, or trying to push Mab’s Specialty trans-continental.

It’s rare that I ever use this way to leave, usually it’s a flight of stairs at the back off the house that leads straight to the garage, so I feel a bit out of bounds as head towards the grand staircase. As it is, Dain is throwing one of his stupid little shitshow parties. It’s blacklight themed tonight, and when I enter the central landing, nothing but the white shirt I have on glows. There’s buckets of paint lining up the wall leading to the living room. Someone immediately greets me and offers to paint between the lines of the ink etched into my skin. “I think it’d look cool if we paint this one,” she winks, tapping a long and glowing nail to my neck. “I’ll take extra time to get the scales all right,” she promises, dragging the nail down my neck. I grab her wrist and pull it off me but I don’t let go.

“What if I want your lips on me instead?” I glance at her bright pink lips, then tap at my cheek and she giggles before reaching up and kissing me there, no doubt leaving a glowing mark on my skin.

“Is that the only place you wanted my lips?” she slides her hand from my hold then against my chest, slowly working down. I’d rather have them wrapped around my cock but I hold back, giving her a wink before the door opens and group of people walk in.

“Looks like you’ve got more customers to paint,” I tell her. She pouts but tends to them when I start to walk towards the living room, already disoriented with the décor. I’ve never been here when there wasn’t a party, and every single time, nothing has ever remained the same. To my surprise, I spot Locke nearly instantly. I scowl, thinking I should have gone back to the party that night and finished the job, because it annoys me immensely that that ginger slut is at this party, mouth breathing dust off of some girl’s tits. How’d he even get an invite? For as smart as Dain is, he’s also two parts dumb when it counts. No doubt he posted on his social media something along the lines of “party at mine, you know where it is.”

Tempted as I was to go back that night though, I had ended up watching Jude. She was smart enough to let me drop her off a few blocks away from her house, guess her braincells returned to tell her probably not to trust a strange man with a gun. I followed her on foot, watched her key in a code to a three story showpiece, then I actually did sit perched on a tree, like a fucking vampire.

Finding Locke seemed unnecessary when I suddenly got a show of her shimmying out of her second skin-like leggings then falling face first into her plush mattress, pert ass in the air, clad in something lace and not much else. Halfway through the night, my sweatshirt came off of her, and while that stayed on the bed next to her, the ripped shirt and then her bra had been tossed to the floor. I watched her grab hold of my sweater, pull it against her breasts and hike her leg up to further trap it against her body. My face feels warm, thinking about it and I try to ignore the semi in my pants.

I spot my brother, his nose is practically scraping the inside of his wrist, trying to get every last particle of coke possible until he can’t anymore, so he opts to lick the residue off. When he finds me, his eyes light up. “Grade A,” he tells me, like it’s his first time tonight. He tosses me the half full dime bag, but I figure I’m at my limit for the day, so I pocket it. I nod over to his wife, who’s beside him tonight. It’s unusual to see them together so I can’t help but watch when he reaches over her and pulls at the girl Locke was nosing. The Manic Panic blue in her hair glows bright, along with the pink and green swirls on her body that look smudged with hand prints. It takes me a moment to recognize her when our eyes meet. She had been one of the girls who had arrived to the party with Jude the other night. She doesn’t recognize me, or if she did, she’s too blissed out to even try to piece it together.

I frown at the way my heartbeat picks up, hoping that Jude hadn’t followed her here of all places. She’s not here though; I have to remind myself, I had left her fast asleep just a couple of hours ago. I wonder, if maybe it would be better if she was part of this crowd, though. That way I wouldn’t feel so guilty trailing an innocent girl, right?

Dain’s hands are tugging the straps of the blue-haired girl’s dress down, while his wife pulls her hair to the side, and sucks at her skin. they’re in plain sight, but so is everybody else. It’s nearly two I the morning, and the party, as per usual, is gradually turning into a drugged out orgy.

“You like watching?” I feel a tug at my arm before a girl plasters herself against me. Her hair glows like flames under the UV lights. Her hand runs down to my belt and she may want to fuck me, but it’s the baggy she’s after when she fumbles into a pocket.

“I want to watch you,” I play along, taking her arm. “On your knees,” I tell her and when she looks up at me, I see she’s even got colored contacts that match her hair. I nod towards the other side of the room. She grins, pulling my hand to follow her to the door there. The room should be a garage, but it’s been converted since Eldred’s “passing” and is now used by Dain to tattoo his clients. I reach for the lights, but there’s no need; I know this place inside and out, being that I’ve been Dain’s client more than a few times. If Dain ever needed a portfolio, he could easily use my body as a progress board. From sloppy doodles and harsh line work to seamless shading and gorgeous artwork; I didn’t care at first, I think I just wanted all those ugly marks covered. It wasn’t until a few years ago when I really requested meaningful shit from him.

I figure I have enough time to kill now, so I let my new flame lead me to a small stool, before she drops to her knees for me. The get up looks cheap in the florescent lights, but she’s still pretty and I don’t want her sucking me off any less. So, I sit down and lean back, spread my legs for her while she unbuckles my belt and goes for my zipper. I reach and pull her shirt down, pretty nipples greet me all taught and perky. Not real, but I like them anyways. I run my thumb over them as she pulls my length out, still partially hard from thoughts of Jude earlier. I groan and grab a fistful of her hair, guiding her head when she starts to tongue me.

My grip tightens when the door opens and I peek an eye open to see Ghost raise only one brow at me, the one I convinced him to let me pierce so many years ago. She starts to bob her head against me and I really wish he’d go away, but when he doesn’t, I let loose a sigh and ask, “What?”

He rolls his eyes, “If I wanted to watch, I’d have been quiet about coming in.”

“Yet here you are,” I eye him through lidded eyes, from the head and maybe from the come down. I know he’s being spiteful because that dossier can wait a few extra minutes and absolutely nothing will change between what I’m doing and how that involves Jude.

“Trust me,” he says, “I found something that’s going to rock your world harder than this broad ever could.”

“Hey,” I chastise, halfheartedly. Sometimes I wonder what era this guy thinks he’s from. Broad? “It better not be your dick again,” I say as an afterthought. “I will throat punch you.”

“What’s a few dick pics between bros?” he grins, “What does she want?”

“Coke,” I manage when she takes me deeper. It’s hard staying hard when he won’t stop watching. It’s not the first time he’s been around while I fucked somebody, but it sure is so goddamned bright this time and I’m a hell of a lot sober than usual. He walks towards the minifridge and grabs a silver can. Its diet Coke I realize when he tosses it to me. I catch it, and the jolt makes her gag. I grimace and tap her shoulder, guiding her off of me. “you’re a piece of shit,” I tell Ghost. I swipe at the side of her mouth, pressing my thumb to her lips. She sucks it, looking up at me with wide eyes. it makes me pause for a moment, because for a split second, those gross orange contacts look unnervingly light brown. That startles me more because usually in my daydreams, its green eyes looking up at me.

“Sorry,” I tell her, handing her over the can. “Maybe next time.”

She looks confused, grappling at the can. I fix her shirt for her helping her up. She’s perplexed and put out, but I don’t get time to say much else to her because Ghost takes her hand and guides her out, looking like a princely escort to a ball rather than what it really is. This time turning the lock when the door shuts. I run a hand through my hair unable to stay annoyed or in my head much longer because Ghost is walking towards the back of the room, to the other door that leads outside. I fix myself and follow him out to the lake. Its dark as hell looking on to the other side, but not enough to make me forget I had lived on that side. The shitty poverty stricken side where the drug use isn’t as glamorized as it is here, but just as profound. That’s the side Mab’s Specialty thrived on.

The Spanish moss rustles against the cypress tree at the center of the backyard. I look up to see Valerian sitting on a branch. He waves down at me, but his eyes are focused on the windows, or rather through them. He’s not much for parties, or crowds or any type of exposure to germs, but he’s always been a curious onlooker and that cypress tree is his favorite vantage point.

He jumps off, landing like he could have gone to the Olympics for it and takes a seat on a fallen log near a doused fire pit. Ghost sits beside him, a good distance away to appease him. He reaches into the inside of his jacket and hands me a rolled manila folder. I trade off with the bag of blow I don’t really want anymore. “I didn’t even have to suck your dick for it,” he grins.

“No,” Valerian muses, quietly, “but you did have to kiss his ass.”

“Whatever,” Ghost finds a rolled blunt in his pocket and hands it over to Valerian, “Didn’t forget you, baby, this is for you.” Valerian reaches for it, then the lighter I thought I lost a few days ago. I should have known Ghost pocketed it.

I straighten out the folder then open it, not surprised to see Jude’s government name at the top. Its surface level information, stuff that I could have gotten off the college board’s back log, but far more than anything Madoc had given me, that’s for sure. I look at Ghost, in time for him to wave his hand lazily, “Turn the page.”

I narrow my eyes, not liking how grim his attitude had gotten. My stomach is already sinking, but nothing could prepare me for what I see next. “But…how?”

My heart is so loud in my ears, I’m surprised I even hear when Ghost explains, “they weren’t in the same grade, but they spent a few summers together. Summer camp,” he explains.

“One hell of a coincidence,” I mutter, looking at the grainy cropped photo of two girls with their arms around each other, smiling at the camera. The girl on the left has bright eyes, freckles dot her face and I know it only ever heightened due to sun exposure. Her dark blonde hair is pulled high on her head and I try not to think about how short she had cut it after we met. Her face is much younger than the face I knew, but there’s no mistaking her. I feel sick and maybe a little guilty, unable to stop myself from remembering the last time I saw her. Unable to stop myself from remembering the last night I held her.

I trace the side of her face, my throat feeling constricted suddenly. “This is fucked, even for Madoc,” Ghost tells me, and he’s right. Madoc had been the one to find me that night, after all.

For once, I’m the one screening calls. I don’t answer when he tries to reach me, and it’s been at least once a day for the past few weeks. I send him a quick text, probably to make sure he knows I'm still alive. I can’t talk to him yet. I don’t know what I’d say. It’s one hell of a punishment for starting a fire, that’s for fucking sure. He’ll be happy to know I’m still trailing Jude, though. If anything, the revelation of her knowing my dead girlfriend – dead fiancée – only intrigues me more.

I thought I had Jude’s schedule down pat, she hardly ever deviates from walking to school, going to the gym, meeting up with her friends and studying. But she’s been self isolating for the past few days. At first I thought it was a cold or something. Then she started shutting her blinds and I thought maybe I’ve been found. But even when she peeks through gauzy curtains, her eyes never quite find mine.

So now, I’m squatting in a car with Ghost who’s chugging coffee like his life depends on it. His free hand flies over the keyboard of his laptop, making stupid little clicking sounds. Still, I rather him than Valarian at the moment. I may trust Valarian with my life but I don’t quite trust him with other people’s lives and right now, I’m assuming Jude is still wanted alive and all that. Besides that, he’d probably bleach the hell out of my car and suffocate us with the smell. He’d nitpick everything then probably dissect the spider I'm pretty sure I saw scurry across the dash a few minutes ago.

Ghost is also good with computers. He’s been sitting with me, going through Jude’s security feed for the last few hours. It’s what’s getting me on edge now, if I’m honest. He pauses to open the lid of his cup and pour in some white powder. He places the laptop on the console between us and scrubs through about a week’s worth of the Jude Show. It makes me uncomfortable how easily he had gotten through the system.

She seems like a normal person going through the motions of her day. Ghost occasionally stops the speed for some kind of dramatic effect, “I’m humanizing her,” he tells me when I give him a look. “She’s still a person, you know.”

“What’s the saying? Dead girl walking?”

She eats, he scrubs through, she changes clothes, he scrubs through, she studies from three different books, he scrubs through, answers a phone call, laughs, hangs up, he scrubs through, eats, showers, yoga, looks at her home décor like she’s never seen it before, picks up a vase, puts it down, tilts her head at a wall, scrunches her nose when she looks at photos, leaves to check the mail, tosses the stack on a table, answers a call, scrub, scrub, scrub – and I’m losing my absolute mind.

“This is weird,” I tell him. Had we even gotten through a single day?

“Really weird,” Ghost admits, “watch,” he tells me, and I don’t understand what he wants me to see by showing me the same day over again. Until I realize it’s not the same day when I recognize she’s got on a completely new set of clothes. This time, when she takes a phone call, her face isn’t pleasant. She hangs up angrily and I blink, startled when she throws the cell against the wall. She seems to let out a scream before dropping to the floor and burying her face into her knees. If she had been this dramatic while I was on her tree, I might have been less bored.

“Call logs?” I ask. He minimizes the window and shows me a pdf file of her cellphone statements before clicking off and going back to the feed. “Why does she keep looking at the wall?” my brows furrow when it seems like a new day has started and Jude is standing in front of a wall with her hands on her hips. Her phone must be dead or broken because I still make out the device right where it fell. “Why is she so heavily surveillanced?” it’s a belated question because maybe I hadn’t really been focusing before, but it is a little daunting to see all the separate feeds in what’s supposed to be someone’s home. Surrounding the property is understandable, but inside? Even Dain’s estate – the Mayor’s House – isn’t as watched as this.

Scrub, scrub, scrub, Jude is sitting cross legged in her living room floor, a laptop open in front of her. She skims over something before quickly shutting the laptop. I can’t make out her face, her back is to the camera, but she looks tense. I think Ghost has paused the video for a moment, but then she reaches for the laptop again. She clicks around, a lot, more and more frantic every time she hits the keypad. She shuts the laptop again and leaves the room, coming back with a sledge hammer.

“Jesus,” Ghost mutters watching her repeatedly bash her laptop to pieces. Its starts to look mechanical after a moment, then she drops the hammer to the ground and wipes at her forehead. She leaves and comes back moments later, this time with a change of clothes – a sweatshirt I didn’t think I’d see again – and a set of blankets. She grabs the sledge hammer and holds it to her chest after taking a seat on the floor. I'm sure there’s still laptop guts all over the floor, but she seems unfazed, wrapping the blanket around her. She’s a completely different person from the girl I had been following around for a month.

Idly, I wonder if she’s parent trapped me at some point. Ghost scrubs again but something off camera catches my eyes. By no means are we on an empty road, but there’s not a lot of traffic either. It’s not hard to notice when the same car drives by multiple times. I narrow my eyes before I turn back to the screen. Jude is looking at that wall again. Suddenly she reaches and half her body is obscured until she returns, this time with a crossbow I can only imagine had been mounted to the wall.

“Beginning to think miss girly pop is a danger to herself, at this point,” Ghost mutters, throwing back the rest of his coffee. I won’t pretend to know the ins and outs of a bow, so I'm not even sure she knows what she’s doing when she raises it close to her face, squinting into what looks like a telescope. The handle resembles that of a gun, so I can make out when she plays with the trigger. “Think they taught this in summer camp?” only vaguely do I remember Sophie saying something about knowing to aim a bow, but I think I always assumed it was a manual one. I’m not sure of the relevance just yet, but I stopped believing coincidences quite some time ago.

The car passes by once more and Jude manages to find arrows the next time I see her. “What the fuck kind of trojan was in her laptop?” Ghost muses. “Oh shit,” he sits up a little straighter, and my eyes go wide. I know its prerecorded, but it still feels like her eyes have pierced through my soul when she looks directly into the camera. She raises the bow, aims, then shoots. The screen goes black. Ghost is fast in finding another camera, but the closest one only shows the hallway leading to the living room. I can make out the blankets on the floor and pieces of hardware, but no Jude.

“What’s the timestamp on that?”

“Eight hours ago.” He scrubs ahead, but I already see the car drive by yet again. I find my gun and check the clip. “Fuck,” Ghost mumbles, closing his laptop and finding his own arsenal is secured. “What the fuck did Madoc get you into?”

The next time he calls, I’m going to beat his ass.

“Knew I should have stayed home today,” he whines like I’m Miss Frizzle, but it’s in jest because he looks too excited to really be complaining. I check my watch, thinking we’ve given them enough time to throw the alarm and break the door handle. We walk through the front door because I was right about the timing. I check my watch again, assuming we’ve got only a handful of minutes before the landline rings, and if that’s not answered, cops will be dispatched within minutes. I love a good countdown moment.

We stand on either side of the doorway leading into the living room. It’s a standoff, and I’d laugh at the scene if this was any other occasion; two men pointing their guns at a girl in her pajamas while she, in turn, holds a crossbow. Physics hadn’t been my favorite subject, but I’m well aware a bullet is faster than an arrow, so it’s not looking too swell for Katniss over there.

Ghost and I are directly behind the men, but if Jude notices, she doesn’t acknowledge. She’s got a tight set to her lips, and I frown when I glimpse her eyes. “Come on little lady,” the slimmer of the men says with humor. He’s got a slight German accent. “Put the toy down, we don’t have time to sit and play.” The other man chuckles. I don’t think Ren and Stimpy quite know what they’re dealing with. In retrospect, I don’t think I know either.

“You should leave,” Jude says, and it makes the hair at the nape of my neck stand on end. I glance to Ghost, wondering if he’s caught the monotony. He puts a hand to his chest, lets out a quiet “Sheesh,” and mouths, “Be still, my beating heart.” I frown at him.

“You just give us what we want and no one has to get hurt,” Stimpy says.

“What… you want…?” Jude’s brows furrow. “No,” she tells them. The phone rings.

“Answer it,” Stimpy tells her.

“No,” she says again. Her head tilts when she finally looks beyond them, to Ghost and I. Rather, just me.

She yelps when Ren shoots her arm. She pulls the trigger on instinct, the bow pierces into Stimpy’s throat. Ghost fires three rounds before Ren can react. The crossbow drops from Jude’s hand and she holds her arm. Blood flows over her fingers, and she gasps, looking up to Ghost, panic in her eyes when he walks closer. “You shot me?”

He doesn’t correct her, just bends to pick her discarded weapon. “Don’t scream,” he tells her sternly. Her mouth clamps shut. Her eyes start to water. I step over scraps on the floor and grab the landline that still rings. She sucks in a breath when her eyes meet mine again. It’s almost as if she had forgotten I was there.

“Sorry,” I tell her, “Nothing personal.” Except, maybe it is. I walk behind her, hold the phone to her ear, my gun to her temple. “Answer.”

She squeezes her arm tighter, but says, “Hello?” Ghost kneels beside Ren, lifting his wrist to pocket his watch and double check his pulse. “No,” Jude says, voice going steady. She stands still, and her blood starts to spill on to the floor. “No, everything is fine,” she tells them. She answers their questions stoically, then says goodbye. I hang up and toss it to the blanket pile on the floor. Not a moment later, Jude’s knees give out and I catch her before she can hit the ground. Ghost glances at us, before flicking the jutting end of the arrow. Stimpy is still alive, but not enough to pull info from.

Ghost checks his wallet and I shoot him to stop that gurgling noise he’s making. It stops, so I tuck my gun to the waistband of my jeans before hoisting Jude up, not unlike the night we met, except this time, she’s out cold.

A while later, I’m sitting in Dain’s tattoo garage, on the stool set in front of the tattoo chair Jude is currently seated on, still unconscious. Ghost had stayed back for damage control and Valerian is currently dabbing Jude’s face with a wet rag having already tended to her flesh wound earlier.

“She’s pretty,” he says. I scowl when he leans in and pecks her lips. “I hope her body stays intact when you kill her,” he continues his creepy perusal, running the rag along her cheekbone. He takes a step back, “We just have to wait until she’s up, now.”

“Fuck that,” I get up, annoyed with Valerian, annoyed with Madoc, annoyed with Jude, and Locke and Ren and Stimpy, and my patience has worn thin. I tap her cheek, softly then a little harder. Admittedly, she looks much better when the color blooms in her pale cheeks. I go to try a harder tap, but her hands reach up and clasp my wrists just as her eyes flash open.

My lips twitch. “Morning, Jude,” I tell her.

She blinks, her hold on me loosening, brows furrowing, “Cardan…?”

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#Dark AU #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #jude x cardan #jurdan #jurdan smut #jurdan au #jurdan fanfic #lots of differences b/t this and version 1's ch2 #the folk of the air #tfota au #tfota fanfic #tfota #tcp #twk #tqon #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing

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throwaway-yandere · 1 year

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🐠 Anon

Good thing, no work today, bad think, they kicked me out to go to the shop for ingredients for cooking

Also it's been snowing again for almost all day today

Now skipping over the fact that I hate winter

Faceless Ayato better un-shadowbans you or it's going to be hunting season for him as a prey lol

If I punch faceless Ayato in the void of his face, does my hand vanishes inside? Or I hit something?? Does he has nerves there???

Also about Diluc/Dainsleif working better for creepypastas

1. I'm pretty sure that in 2020 I saw some creepypasta about dainsleif

2. I have sketch somewhere of Childe as Jeff (friend's dare for me on their birthday lmao)

Also, does anybody remember when Albedo was trending because of that glitch where his whole body, clothes etc were black/void except for his face? Like just face, not including eyes that were also black??

Was scared for a moment thinking you got fired or something– I remember romanticizing snow as a kid and wanting to experience it but now that I'm technically an adult this sounds painful cuz I'm incredibly lazy lol–

... bro you raise some good fricking questions.

Yandere Faceless!Ayato with a void for a face. I want that. I want that so bad.

Imagine trying to squirm from his grip by elbowing his face and you feel N O T H I N G. Just the void. And imagine if he gets pissed and you start seeing his floating eyes visibly twitch and you feel his chest rumble for what you couldn't distinguish between amused laughter... Or pure anger.

Me rambling about dain & diluc don't mind this lol:

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Okay suddenly got the motivation to explain back lol

Why creepypasta!Dainsleif works:

I remember seeing some posts about how Dain always looks at the camera when you're taking photos... Which, I don't think is necessarily true, but his eye design makes it seem like that

Look at him. Look at this jerk and his chilling stare in my low graphics android screenshot lmao

The bastard just have that "I'm always watching" vibes. Why would he be the protag on my SAGAU au? (Because you're a Dainsleif simp in need of content ansy that's why–) It's because out of all the characters, Dainsleif's probably the most likely candidate of being self-aware. (That, and you're a simp ansytea–)

Dainsleif has such an ominous title too, being the Bough Keeper or iirc something along the lines of "the one who picks up branches" in CN makes him sound so ominous. He probably collects the "branches"/memories of the Leylines. Who knows. Maybe he found a way to connect to your world.

And. Just. This line:

"I know all that I need to know."

It's so ominous. It's short but I absolutely fricking love the way Yuri Lowenthal said it.

He'd make a good genshin!Lost Silver I swear it. He'd pass the assignment. Him and his weird zalgo looking "element" lmao.

Why creepypasta Diluc works. And it's definitely not biased:

Based on personal experience lmao–

I'm not joking. 99% of this is based on personal experience. Why do I have C2 Diluc in my main and C0 in my second (which i only use to pull when there's freemogems)

My first Diluc came home on standard at 77th pull. I remember this well, thinking wow that's lucky!!! I got my older sibling's favorite!!! As a AR49 Kaeya main before, I wasn't too thrilled since I believed in Kaeya supremacy. Diluc's alright, no real malice against him!!!

Okay second account time let's test our luc– Oh, it's Diluc. Guess I finally have a proper dps in that account and not Kokomi!!! (that's a lie I still use Kokomi as a DPS.)

Alright, back to main! I'm gonna do a 10 pull in the standard again and I'm chanting "C4 KAEYA C4 KAEYA C4 KAEYA" with my eyes closed and oh I got C1 Qiqi! Love my lil zombie dps but wrong cryo sword character but– C1 DILUC WTF OH NO WRONG BROTHER WRONG BROTHER–

But it's fine! It's great– I've never gotten lucky in the standard! I always reach hard pity so having a double 5 star is so "w o w"!!!

Okay cool it's been weeks since then, let's try our luck in Nahida's banner!!! We've been saving up for her since Cyno!!! It'll be fine!!!

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... You... You can fill in the blanks–

Okay but in a less personal answer: diluc makes a good fricking creepypasta if you think about his feral phase. Like, the phase where he was absolutely phckass mad and killed fatui members without a vision.

You imagining him in that phase? Good.

Now imagine him phcking g l i t c h i n g. Imagine him in anguish, complaining that the codes are cruel to him. Diluc doesn't seem to care that Venti is his archon– what more for his creators?

#ansytea-talks #🐠 anon #faceless ayato #yandere faceless ayato #that yan faceless tag is cursed considering my shadowban but I'll still use it cuz lmao #dainsimping hours #okay maybe i shouldnt write that AFTER faceless ayato lmao #i dont hate diluc i swear i fricking love the guy i wrote like an 8 chapter enemies to lovers fic aND I CANT FIND IT ANYMORE

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random-blep · 1 year

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Modern human au

I'm sleepy so let's hope I write quick

But in this dainslief works as like a teacher and translator and mostly works with refugee kids and families.

When the Ragnvindrs brought Kaeya in they had a language barrier and there was a lot of issues with him adjusting to life. So they had done some research and had requested for a translator who was Khaenri'ahn in origin, who had been fluent in the langue, and was experienced working with children especially refugee ones. And the agency they had been working with contacted and sent Dainslief to them. The blonde man came to Mond and started to help the family. He would translate everything for Kaeya to understand and would translate everything Kaeya said to the family. Dainslief also basically stayed in Mond , taking a few other jobs in the area , but he basically taught Kaeya common and taught the Ragnvinders Khaenri'ahn so both sides were learning to communicate. Dain also told Crepus about Khaenri'ahn traditions and foods and all sorts of things to help Kaeya feel at home with them. While Dain was meant to leave after he was done teaching them the languages and helping Kaeya adjust. The real problem was they all kinda really took to eachother. Kaeya loved Dain like a second father and was really close with him cause the blonde was from his home and he connected to him in a way that he missed since coming to Mond. Kaeya didn't want Dain to go. Diluc also saw Dain as a second dad and was so happy he was around cause he helped his baby brother become so happy and at home with them. And Crepus and Dain had become good friends over the time. Dain sadly still had to go but he promised to stay in contact with the family. The boys are unsure how Crepus managed but their father had somehow made sure Dain would always come by for special occasions.

Some cute stuff that's happened is while Crepus was both of the boys father. Dain became a second father figure to them.

One time when the boys were both young they saw Crepus and Dain talking and Diluc piped up first going "Are you two gonna get married?" And at this Kaeya perked up and smiled , "A second daddy?" And the two men thought this was so endearing but they had to let them down going "no we aren't getting married" to which Crepus teased and went "but I'm sure Dainslief wouldn't mind if you called him papa too" and kids being kids they took it literally

Diluc and Kaeya have mostly grown out of calling Dain dad over time. Diluc feels a bit embarrassed about the memory but Kaeya still comes home sometimes after a bad day and if Dain is there he will go "Dad?" And immediately the blonde knows Kaeyas had a rough day.

As Kaeya grows up he switches in and out between common and Khaenri'ahn often. Sometimes he'll switch without even knowing until one of his family members start speaking in his native tongue. Hearing the people he cares for most speaking his native language makes him beyond happy. Diluc is much more fluent in the language than Crepus because children pick up languages quicker. So Kaeya loves teasing Crepus when he missays something or says the wrong word.

Kaeya got nightmares a lot as a kid and they were horrible to try and calm down when they still had the language barrier between them. The one thing that had always helped though, even when they struggled to understand eachother was singing. Crepus singing with his nice deep voice calmed Kaeya down so much. When Diluc tried to sing it took a little longer, but Kaeya still clung to him the entire time. Music sung by any of the Ragnvindrs helped calm Kaeya down so much.

It took some time to figure out what made Kaeyas nightmares worse. Sleeping alone, stressful situations, bad days, having sweets before bed, rain or thunder storms, loud wind, even being a bit sick would make him more likely to have a bad dream. So Crepus moved Kaeya into Dilucs room. Originally the boy had his own room for privacy and such but he found Kaeya enjoyed sharing a room much more. The two boys had separate beds, but they would always crawl into eachothers beds. Kaeya would crawl into Dilucs to wake his brother when he woke up and needed the company. Diluc would wake Kaeya from bad dreams and just stayed there . It was really sweet how they had loved eachother so much.

Every time Kaeya found something new to learn about his eyes would widen and sparkle with curiosity. When he explored the new thing enough he would go to retrieve Diluc, Crepus, or even Dain to show them the new thing excitedly. They all would just listen to him and act so interested even if it was something so common to them because it was new to Kaeya and he was always so happy showing off new things and talking about them and asking so so many questions.

Despite how Kaeya tries to present himself as he gets older he is still very shy and gets embarrassed easily. Diluc, Jean, and Lisa all tease him for it. Like one time Kaeya was at school and had to do a presentation and he couldn't remember a word in common and described it terribly to Diluc so his brother would tell him the word. Diluc was struggling to the rest of class to not burst out laughing. The word was business and he had said "the thing where men uh get together and sell themselves for mora. You know, what dad does". He was also very embarrassed when Diluc told Jean and Lisa and they laughed at the "sell themselves" part in which Kaeya was blissfully unaware until then that that insinuated something else.

#genshin impact #modern human au #genshin modern human au #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnvindr #crepus ragnvindr #dainslief #i just thought these eere were cute and silly and heartwarming #just what i need #there is dtill tragedy but this is all before Crepus' death cause i wanna think about the nice stuff while in sleepy brain #no i will not be fixing spelling mistakes cause i am sleepy

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im-a-ramblr · 6 months

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Did I really make two separate post about explaining the same AU idea, with completely different levels of details because it hunted me so much and I had forgotten about the original? Apparently, yes. Guess I really should get around to doing something with the Dain and Faith are real AU.

#deltora quest #DQAU #dain of tora #faith needs a tag but idk how

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blackidyll · 1 year

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I was tagged by the lovely @saint--claire for this! (❁´◡`❁)

3 Ships I have so many ships that I can mention, so I'll just do one each for three arbitrary categories.

1) Ship I'm reading: IceMav from the Top Gun movies. I mentioned this before, but I needed both movies to fall in love with this pairing so hard. Like if I watched the movies individually I would be interested but not this much - but throw in the fact that they canonically have 30+ years of history and TGM made it very clear that their bond has gotten even stronger over the years *chef's kiss*. Rivals to wingmen! Ice as Mav's guardian angel! Mav was the only one Ice trusted to teach the kids so they could all come back home alive! Mav pounding his wings onto Ice's coffin!!! The angst from Ice's canonical death adds a sort of realistic bittersweetness that makes the ship somehow more appealing to me. But also, because real life is depressing enough as it is, I'm happily rolling in OG!TG wingmen era fics and found family MavDad/IcePops and Dagger kids AUs forever.

2) Ship I've written: Halfdain from Genshin Impact. I like a lot of Genshin characters and relationships (both romantic and familial), but Halfdain was the one that broke my two-year pandemic lockdown writer's block. Halfdan literally appears onscreen for like three minutes, but his loyalty to Dainsleif! He followed Dainsleif's final command for 500 years! He remembered and recognized Dain even when his memories should have completely eroded away! He believed in Dain so much. And Dain! How he recognized Halfdan even in his shadowy husk state! The way his eyes flickered and he smiled the gentlest smile for Halfdan! The hand clasp in the flashback, and the Black Serpent salute! Halfdan's fate is also what inspired me so much - I was so distraught at the fact that Halfdan dies and they couldn't be together despite everything they've been through, I broke my own writer's block to fix things. Tragic endings what? I WILL FIX THEM WITH FIC. This is probably the rarest pairing I ship (<50 works on AO3), but I love them so much.

3) Free choice: 00Q from the Daniel Craig James Bond films. So, I've kind of stopped writing for them. However, I see a pattern with my current ships and like.. I haven't actually watched No Time To Die, but I know what happens to Bond. And going by my track record, I'll either write my own fix-it fic or I'll look for all the fix-it fics. And that's why I still haven't watched NTTD: 1) i'm not quite ready for things to end, and 2) I don't want to risk switching hyperfixations, so I'm procrastinating on it. But 00Q will always have a special place in my heart, both for how long I was actively in the fandom for, and for how much I grew as a writer writing for them.

First Ship I'm probably aging myself right here, but considering the timing of when I got into fandom it's either Yuki Sohma/Tohru Honda from Fruits Basket or KakaIru from Naruto.

Last movie Enola Holmes 2. I enjoyed it!

Last song Hoyoverse just dropped The Stellar Moments Vol 3 album and I've been listening to it while writing this. My favourites are Chapter of a New Era (Yunjin's theme), Storm Chaser (Heizou's theme), Evening Luxury (Diluc and Fischl's outfit teaser) and Surasthana Fantasia (Nahida's theme).

Currently reading Uhhhh.. I have far too many fic tabs opened, but two IceMav fics that I'm actively following are As Lions by @qin-ling (Time travel fic! The angst of Mav's now unreturnable original timeline and his Ice's death, but also hope in the form of getting to save Goose and befriending '86 Ice again!) and ICE - In Case of Emergencies by @derpinathebrave (post-breakup IceMav where Ice gets called as Mav's emergency contact after an accident. The title is already excellent but also the writing is impeccable).

Also I have a ton of Sandman fics opened before my brain took a sharp dive into TG fandom, so here's a fic I was halfway through: We have all the time in the world (a great exploration of Dreamling throughout their once-a-century-meet ups, where Dream is slightly more in-tuned to his feelings for Hob).

Currently watching I just finished watching Season 3 of Mob Psycho 100. I (surprisingly) did not cry at the ending but the moment 99 (the season 1 OP) played in the final episode? Oo, good chills, it was so excellently done.

Currently consuming All the Chinese New Year snacks. Actually, I can't eat most snacks yet because we're saving them for 初一 . But you know what you can't save for too long? Mandarin oranges. So many mandarin oranges. This is the best season for mandarin orange lovers :D

Currently craving Milk tea (not boba. Just tea and milk variants, no tapioca pearls or other toppings).

Tagging @qserasera, @no-gorms, @solowinged, @kamicom (welcome back!), but only if you feel up to it. And if anyone else would like to pick this up, please feel free!

#saint--claire #replies #*#thank you for tagging me! this was fun to go through #I untagged the two IceMav authors whose fics I mentioned #because this post is mostly me rambling about stuff and i don't want to clutter up their notifications #but if you all like TG or IceMav you should follow them here on tumblr!#(and if they happen to see this post and these messy tags and feel up to answering these qs i would love to read the replies)#and also if you like TG and Hangster in particular then you should follow saint--claire! and read their fics!#looking back at my responses here - yeah i'm all over the place with my fandoms lol #what i read versus what i write are completely different lists

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saraptor · 1 year

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there are actually people out there holding off shipping dain and kaeya bc they "might be related." idk why but this strikes me as sad. its like not shipping two characters from liyue because they MIGHT be related. they share nationalities not bloodlines

and even then. its fiction. if they turn out to be related and you don't like it? I have just the answer for you!

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

its called using your imagination holy shit

People will think it's impossible to imagine an AU where two blood related characters aren't related, but find an AU where one of them has dragon horns or cat ears or is the CEO of a corporation is belieavable.

Or just. keep shipping them as relatives. It's fiction, they aren't real.

#saraptor genshin rambles #discourse #i hate it here sometimes fr #ive never seen ppl afraid to explore a ship #bc it might turn out 'problematic' down the line #putting the word problematic up on the shelf #i use to associate that word with 'a situation/concept that is difficult'

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journey-to-the-attic · 2 years

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Uh sorry to bother you but um, do you have any ideas for Dain as the mc with traveller Ik?

I’m sorta bad at making headcanons but i’d like to know what you think!

i have a few! i imagine that the teyvat travelling trio are all treated as exchange students, since diavolo can’t actually tell which one of them the spell summoned originally. anyway, skipping over developments that’d lead to it, dain would be a very oblivious object of affections, because he’s mostly focused on taking care of his two idiot kids

at some point the guys just start asking ik and paimon for help - not even trying to act like it’s not for wooing reasons, but they’re both glad to assist anyway. they don’t really have a preference as long as dain doesn’t seem to favour anyone yet, it’s first come first serve!

as for who his endgame would be if we had to give him one (similar to how we tend to pair zhao with luci in particular even if he’s also the centre of affections in the ddvd au) - this may seem unusual, but honestly i think it’d be cute to pair him with levi. they’re both introverts, levi probably thinks he’s the COOLEST (like a real life video game character :OOO), and they’re both so awkward with affection that they’d both be figuring things out with each other at a comfy pace

(failing that, i feel like barbatos could also work)

#answering asks #anon asks #traveller ik #in the first place i'm not entirely sure how dain would start earning the cast's affections #since he'd mostly keep to himself and if he did do the whole helping-brothers thing on his own (without ik doing most of the heavy lifting)#it'd probably mostly be by accident #i reckon i'd have it go this way - starts out with traveller ik doing her typical ik thing and also typical traveller thing #with paimon being a cute lil source of sunshine <3 #while dain just kind of hovers in the background and helps out when she asks him too #but then over time as dain loosens up more and more (which was a process that already began back in teyvat)#and as he gets comfier in the world of the devildom and starts seeing the demons more as friends #i think he'd be able to help the brothers in particular with all that residual trauma from the celestial war and the fall #thanks to his experience with the fall of khaenriah #alternatively everyone just likes him because they find the dark and brooding look attractive

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windydayey · 2 years

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Odd day I was deprived of affection ...weird. Yes so Dainsleif fluff mordern au where you both are student council members working as usual after school.

You were tired from all the school work and assignments piling up, you were about to head back home and turns out Dain was packing up as well he seemed to have finished his work for the day too.

You didn't know if you should wait for him or he'd want to go without you so you kind of hesitated to pick you bag up, Dain got up and headed towards the door then asked you "Want to walk home together?".

You smiled a little and said "sure."

Not like you really wanted to walk with him you'd be fine off by yourself too but you didn't want to seem rude, besides Dain seems to have not been in circles he's always off alone somewhere lord knows what.

The sky was orange and the breeze was chill as well, once the breeze hit your face you felt chill up your spines. You didn't realise how tired you were until this moment, you stopped in your tracks looked up and closed your eyes. You were lost in your own world the thought of what would even do tomorrow because your assignments aren't complete hit you. 'I just....want to rest' is all you could think of, your head started to hurt too a migraine? Maybe.

Then you felt a touch on your arms and you snapped back into reality, it was Dain.

"Are you feeling well?" He asked and you just fake laughed a little "hmm maybe I'm just tired hah sorry" and continued to walk again.

"You can ask the council for break if you're really tired" he spoke "no thanks I'd like to finish my work as soon as possible and rest" you replied.

"I see........ then...would you mind working with me?" He asked, you were surprised you didn't expect him to ask you to work with him so you were a bit surprised and staring at him, he then offered you his hand and you too without any hesitation took it for no reason.

It only hit you once after a few mins you realised you were both holding hands and walking for real ".... tomorrow...after school at class..let's work" you turned to him.

He smiled and nodded. He looked so sweet oh dear.

Pt 2 maybe??? If I don't kms tmrw lol?

#dainsleif #dansleiffanfic #dainsleiffluff #dainsleifoneshot

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hard-times-paramore · 3 years

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I know that Dain is dangerously close to being the DQ fandom's version of a tumblr sexyman (trust me that hurt to type) but regrettably 😔 I like he. I like the boy and I want him to have been a real person, friend of the characters, not just a plot twist to never be mentioned again.

I mostly made that AU to indulge myself and that's The Cringe™ but hey, have you considered that: I'm having fun and I don't care

#also if dain is real he's gay sorry I don't make the rules #deltora quest #dain #dq Dain #my posts #AUs #real dain au

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doomsupportgroup · 3 years

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(This is a repost bc this post was from my old blog that I don't use anymore)

Consider the concept: The real Dain is still out there

Now, I know y'all are already thinking about the hate messages to send me but calm down. I just... was never really satisfied with Dain's end, you know? Three books building a character, making everyone love and care about him, only to destroy everything in three pages or less and never speak of him again? Specially since he was so dear to so many of the characters as well, AND, SPECIALLY SINCE HE WAS ONE OF THE FEW GOOD THINGS DOOM (MY FAVORITE CHARACTER!!) STILL HAD IN HIS LIFE AND I CAN'T BEAR TO TAKE IT AWAY FROM HIM. So yeah. As much as Emily Rodda has the right to end that plot where it did, I'm not having it.

So consider the concept: the real Dain is still out there.

- I don't think it makes sense that an Ol could spend all this time with Doom in the resistance, since he was a kid. I know Ols can change shape but I can't see how a shapeless shadowland alien monstruosity would be able to convincingly grasp a human child's development. Specially considering Dain as teenager. I just can't imagine the puddles of ooze that the Ols are trying to go through puberty and looking believable.

- In the end of the sixth book, Dain gets captured by pirates who were gonna give him to the grey guards. In the beginning of the seventh book he very conveniently appears again in the Trio's path to be saved.

- It makes sense for that to be the moment he was swapped by the Ol, who became a bait in the pirate's ship to be found by the trio. I always thought that after that scene, Dain's personality became way too perfect and sweet, not only like he was before but without all his flaws, his rebellion and childish impulsiveness. Almost like he was trying to look like a larger-than-life royal heir, to charm and please everyone into trusting him.

- Ol Dain carries his plan through the seventh book, almost dies in Tora because he is stupid and then is killed when he reveals himself as a villain and decides to monologue instead of stabbing the protagonist.

- Meanwhile the real Dain ended up in the Shadowlands and is about to be sent to the Arena to go through the same traumatizing experience that Doom did.

- Lief finds out he's still alive through a dream or magic-induced vision, you name it, there's a lot of prophetic plot devices to choose from in the series. Maybe the Dream Spring water.

- When Doom finds out he's the first to drop everything and run to the rescue, PTSD be damned. That's his kid, one of the few good things he'd had for so many years, that he thought he lost and was all a lie, but turns out it isn't, and he has to come get his boy back.

- The Quest Fam are screaming and rushing to assembled once again to travel to the Shadowlands and rescue the disaster twink like

- "OH MY GOD HOW COULD WE NOT CHECK IF THERE WAS A REAL DAIN, HOW DID WE LET THAT FUCKING OL BAMBOOZLE US LIKE THAT AGAIN"

- and it's probabbly just gonna be Faith 2 the Electric Boogaloo where the fam ends up having to save Doom from being too impulsive during his rescue. Except this one has a happy ending because Dain is real, and he's back, that's their friend that they all still missed, and he's real

- also he's gay

#deltora quest #dq Dain #Dain #meta #AUs #my posts #my aus #Real Dain AU #self indulgent dain tag #dq series #Deltora Quest 2

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words-writ-in-starlight · 5 years

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or ooh headcanons about daine and numair? also I have not yet gotten my hands on the kencyrath but when I do I will be going through your entire tag afterwards, so like, if you wanted to do that one...

DAINE SARRASRI HELL YES. I’m not sure if you sent in another ask before this one (if so, I didn’t get it), however it seems super unfair to answer your own ask with spoiler-rife Kencyrath yelling. Also if you’re looking into reading those books, let me take this moment to shamelessly plug the podcast I’m going to be starting. Anyway, this is the headcanon meme!

HeadcanonIf Daine got paid a copper by every courtier who condescended to her or mistook her for a servant, she could bankroll Numair’s experiments for a year. In the capital, at Pirate’s Swoop, the paces where she spends most of her time, this isn’t a problem because all the local nobility knows Numair and knows Daine and it’s all well and good. But every time foreign diplomats or distant nobles or gods know who else show up, or they go traveling, Daine’s used to fielding some A-grade bullshit. She does her best to resolve it on her own–she has a dragon on her heels half the time, it’s not that hard to prove her bonafides–because Numair gets extremely nasty whenever he sees it and frankly he can’t be trusted to focus up afterward. Daine despairs of him.

HeartcanonGod…I really want Daine and Numair to return to Gala at some point, to Snowsdale. Specifically I want them to go back because Snowsdale needs her, needs the Wildmage to deal with some creature still running rampant after the Immortal War, and I want Snowsdale’s appeal to Tortall for aid to have happened without them ever quite learning the full name of the Wildmage they need. All these people who turned on Daine, who hunted her like an animal–I want them to fucking face her as the Wildmage of Tortall, a personal friend of kings and emperors, a daughter of gods, a hero of realms.

I fucking crave that shit.

GutcanonNumair was braced for getting lectured nineteen ways to Sunday from the first time Daine kissed him–she’s of age, but he knows exactly what everyone is concerned about. Frankly he’s glad Daine has such careful people around her (Arram Draper saw more than one promising young mage chewed up and spat out by a careless teacher with lust in their eyes). That doesn’t make it any less stressful when Thayet, his dear friend and his queen and the most formidable unGifted person he’s ever met in his life, sits down beside him at the banquet to celebrate the end of the war. She’s dressed in royal blue, a sweeping gown that drapes close to her skin when she’s still and swirls out to reveal yards and yards of cloth when she spins around Jon on the dancefloor, and her black hair is swept up and pinned back with delicate jeweled sticks in the style of her homeland, and she pins him with a stare that leaves no doubt as to her thoughts.

“Your Majesty,” Numair says warily.

“Numair,” Thayet says. Her voice is calm and strong and queenly, because Thayet is always queenly even when the walls of the world are breaking down. “I’m sure you can guess why I’m here.”

“I’ve already talked to Alanna, and George, and Ouna, and Buri, and Sarge, and a Stormwing,” Numair said, ticking them off on his fingers. “And a minor god. Whatever you’re about to say, I’ve already heard it.”

“I’m sure,” Thayet says. “Just so we’re clear, though.” She turns clear, calm eyes on him and lays her hand on his, a tender moment from his warrior queen. “I wish you both all the joy in the world. And if I ever hear that you were less than honorable with her, I’ll make Ozorne’s tender care look like a week at a hot spring. Understood?”

“I wouldn’t stop you, Your Majesty,” Numair says sincerely.

“That’s very much what I’m counting on.” Thayet gives him a clap on the shoulder as she stands and sweeps away, and Numair leans forward and takes deep breaths until his head stops spinning.

JunkcanonSometimes when they’re bored or frustrated with court life or just a little stir crazy, Daine and Numair shapeshift into birds and fly away to somewhere Away From People for the day. Daine hasn’t been feral in a long time, but there’s still a part of her that loves lying out in the sun, naked, feeling the wind in her hair and the grass on her skin and not thinking about her responsibilities for a while.

Numair also enjoys this practice.

SpleencanonI haven’t read Numair’s books yet but: he and Ozorne dated when they were younger. I don’t mean they held hands and exchanged shy kisses in the garden, either, I mean that Ozorne didn’t give a damn what (or who) Arram Draper did with his time as long as he always came back to the crown prince’s chambers, and that Ozorne threaded his fingers through Arram’s long black hair and pulled to expose the sweep of his throat and told grand stories about how Ozorne would be Emperor and Arram would sit at his right hand, his best adviser and prized weapon, the Black Mage to Ozorne’s Emperor Mage, and that Ozorne never forgave him for leaving.

No one can fucking tell me otherwise.

#tortall #daine sarrasri #numair salmalin #immortal quartet #tamora pierce #daine x numair #hey listen as long as i have you all here: au where daine and numair don't get together in rotg and kaddar tries to arrange a marriage with #*with daine #ft. numair Pining Terribly #honestly i only care about arranged marriage aus when someone's being arranged to marry someone ELSE #and the real love interest has to Suffer #SPEAKING OF WHICH #P L E A S E READ THE KENCYRATH FINX OH MY GOD #there's still an au i want to write where timmon manages to arrange a marriage contract with jame by way of his grandfather's machinations #and the final contract lands on tori's desk and tori has to very sternly Not kill this random kid #(spoiler: jame finds out that timmon's been arranging a contract without her input and he WISHES tori had gotten his hands on him first)#god it would be ridiculous and self-indulgent and i'd love it #kencyrath #queue deeper than the sea of stars #aethersea #asked and answered

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copperhawks · 4 years

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i KNOW THIS IS GOING BACKWARDS AND I’M SO VERY SORRY BUT I SPOKE WITH THE AUTHOR AND CAME UP WITH THIS AND THOUGHT IT WAS CLEVER, PLEASE FORGIVE IF YOU ARE ONE OF THE FEW PEOPLE ACTUALLY FOLLOWING THIS

But this is basically how the interaction between Numair and Nonny went at their first meeting:

nonny: you're a tortallan mage, i know your name and who you work for, salmalin

numair's mind: PLAY STUPID

numair: who's salmalin?

numair's mind: NAILED IT

#Numair Salmalin #tamora pierce #tortall #the immortals #the immortals quartet #daine au lb #nonny #HE ACTUALLY DOES REALLY WELL IN THIS MOMENT #EVEN THO NONNY ABSOLUTELY IS NOT CONVINCED BY HIS ACT #BUT IT'S REAL FUN TO MAKE FUN OF HIS 1 PLAN BEING PLAY STUPID

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throwaway-yandere · 1 year

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Pfffft Ansy, the father and the son KSKFIDJRUCUD

Ohhhh no, an AU where Dimitri and Dainsleif are siblings but Dain was a slip (doubt it. Dimitri's papa is a good man *sobs*) or he is the son of Dimitri's uncle (Rufus? I always forget his name). Whatever, the point is, Dain is the second possible heir that royalty don't want people to know about, so they assign him as Dimitri's personal knight without telling them they are related. They train and study together, and suffer the catastrophe together... but in the end, Dainsleif had to flee as they belived him a traitor. As a wanted child who has a remarkable similarity to Prince Dimitri, he covered half of his face so no one can recognize him.

You and Dimitri met at the academia, and he fell madly in love with you. You felt flattered but never returned his feelings, not wanting to be part of royal costumes and all but you gave him all the support a friend cand give when he hitted one of his lowest points. When the 5 years gap passes, through that time, you met Dansleif, deciding to travel together away from the war which ended with him pinning after you, but now he is on a quest to find his lost brother/cousin to inform him of the betrayal of Rufus, the real reason of the massacre.

Now, that everything is better and you have establish yourself in some city of Faerghus, were one day a visit from the new king is taking place, which is not weird due of the recent events of Rufus being revealed as the true traitor of the Duscur event. What you didn't expect, was Dainsleif walking almost right beside him. It finally makes sense in your brain why he always asked about the whereabouts of Dimitri whenever the two of you reached a settlement, and why he looked at you with so much hope in his eyes for the first time since you two met, when you told him about him being in Garreg Mach just before you parted ways.

The two men who haven't stop loving you after so much time are in front of you. How are you going to get out of this? You don't seek a relationship right now or in the near future, but with the way both of them are looking at you, you feel that you won't have that much of a say.

Alternatively, Dimitri is the true ruler of Dragonspine, but he was in an ice-induced slumber until one day you and Dainsleif find him, and ever since the three of you adventurer together.

(Did I just made a crossover for this? Yes. Do I care? No, simp for them, that's all you have to Do)

And also??? I did the same for Cyno 😂 I saved up like for four months and got him at c3. Love my jokester so much 💙💙💙💙

Personally, I fell for Felix for some reason (but Dimitri is really close behind him). He is such a hardheaded individual that I can't help but annoy 👀 (such a childish behaviour, he would say, as I inform him that it's all to get him to talk to Me lmao) ("Fine. You finally have my attention but now you quiver before Me? Where went that resolution? To do anything no matter the means To get my eyes on you? Commit to your words, because now I am going to the same to you.")

Yeah... sorry if this is a mess of an ask ALFIRJRIUF I wasn't expecting to see Three houses on the fandom lists and got excited.

NUTJOB ANON THIS IS UNFINISHED BUT HERE WAS ME ADDING DETAILS IN THE DRAFTS EVERY NOW AND THEN 😭😭😭 LITERALLY UNFINISHED THE BULLET POINT IS STILL OPEN

I… am incredibly self indulgent. I want to keep this for myself forever– I am so in love with this. I admit, I constantly daydream a universe where they're all together, but my version of that is Dainsleif is just one of his knights that loathes visiting the Monastery but omg brothers/cousins Dain and Dimitri is such an amazing concept I hate myself for not thinking about this before 😭 My comrade this will be on my mind rent free.

I agree I can't see Lambert as that type of person (I imagine he was as adorably awkward as Dimi when he was alive ;;–;;;) so for the sake of my rambling they're cousins! Rufus is known for playing around anyways so this works well ehehehehe

This is a yandere blog and I am sorry if a yandere response is not what you wanted, but dang it I'm taking this excuse to write my take on yandere!Dimitri and secret prince!Dain headcanons fhsjkaoa.

We're adding other genshin characters into the mix cause frick it WHY NOT?!

YANDERE!DIMITRI AND DAINSLEIF BRAINROT (CROSSOVER):

Some world building details:

We're gonna pretend the Monastery and the Akademiya are the same thing and that Fodlan exists as a continent besides Teyvat (and that Khaenri'ah didn't exist lmao. Khaenri'ah erasure–)

First off: the twins are either both on the Golden Deer or they're split between Black Eagles and Blue Lions. And for the sake of angst we're choosing the latter option–

Dainsleif was born with the major crest of Blaiddyd unlike Dimitri who only has a minor crest, and that unfortunately means he has a better chance at succeeding the throne in this society.

They come from an archonless land (Sothis doesn't have one element she could control and "time" is a very complex concept) so naturally they depend on crests more than visions. Besides, they rely on reason and faith rather than elemental reactions. And the Akademiya/Officer's Academy is a prestigious university who offers all of that.

But of course, Dain did not have a rich upbringing. I imagine he would be found in an orphanage with Lumine.

For the sake of extra angst, Lumine is separated from Aether, who lived a life of luxury in Mondstadt. This happened because she did not bear a crest like her brother did.

Perhaps Alois found the two kids before he realized they're both likely to be children kf nobility. Based on the orphanage's data on him, his mother used to rendezvous with Rufus as well.

Luckily, he is "just" one of Rufus' many bastards. Lying to everyone that he doesn't have a crest comes as easy as breathing.

His Teyvat-an mother taught him not to trust nobles so easily before she passed.

Dainsleif easily pretended that it was his blood they used to check if he had a crest of not, even though it was likely Lumine's. Rufus lost interest quickly. But he keeps an eye on him by making sure he's raised as Dimitri's retainer. Spy might be the more fitting word, but Dainsleif doesn't care for his father.

I like to imagine young!dimitri is lowkey pissed at Dain because when Dain has a long haircut he's seen as cool and collected but when Dimi has a long haircut he gets called a "young maiden" by a well-known knight lmao

And thus, Dainsleif became the "Twilight Sword", known for his repertoire and loyalty to the crown.

And being Dimitri, Sylvain, Felix, and Glenn's spokesperson when the boys started doing something stupid. And it's always just Sylvain.

Felix doesn't like him, but he tolerates him better than Dimitri that's for sure. (Unlike Dimitri, Dain's a lot more sane after losing everything but that might just be because 500 years have passed.) His skill with the sword is impeccable, and he doesn't hold back when calling Dimitri out either.

"For all your years of being close to one another, it's a pity that you lack Felix's clarity when it comes to your apparent mental distress." - Dain @ Dimitri, probably.

(Dain is the sassiest king of tutorials lmao)

Well, at least that's how positively stark his reputation was until the Tragedy of Duscur and the loss of his closest friend, Glenn.

Rufus's retainer idea failed when Dimitri insisted on having Dedue as his main right hand man. The two relatives didn't argue about this, in fact, they agreed that this was the better choice.

To prove his loyalty to Dimitri's cause, he decided to leave Faerghus, and therefore don his infamous half mask whilst traveling Teyvat.

This, to him, is a way to atone his sins.

Enter (Y/n)!!!

The first person you meet is Lumine! You had quite the "meet-cute", bumping into each other on the halls with you losing your notes and with her dropping her inteyvats on the ground.

Lumine apparently got in the Akademiya as a a scholar. You asked her what her field of study was before but her answer is complicated. She said something about how her tuition is paid by doing daily commissions. You didn't understand it.

Of course, you're both in Blue Lions!!!!

Besties are cute af Lumine is a swordmaster and you're like annette who's good at boosting strength stats!!!

Because of that, Byleth partners you more with her, and never Dimitri because his stats are enough. Which, by the way, makes him pretend to be ill sometimes just for a chance to talk to you. He's not above lying. He did the same with his supports with Ashe.

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Back to my incoherent rambling because this is also a mess of a response lmao:

A fellow Cyno haver??? Heck yeah!!! He's C0 of course but I'm very happy to have him! Razor is my first main and since then I've decided on collecting his family. By that I meant collecting white hair red eyes characters lol. Now we have Team Lupical with Razor, Kazuha, Itto, and Cyno. They are my children 🤍❤️

I wanted him since I first watched the Teyvat Trailer, and I absolutely lost it when his VA was revealed to be Alejandro Saab (Yuri) rjakosoapaakka.

Though if I had to order my fave FE:TH boys it's probably

Dimitri, or course

Ferdinand Von Aegir (precious constantly self-improving king)

Claude (DJ Khali–. I'm not usually into scheme-y characters but his personality takes the cake. Also, i like to imagine we're the same ethnicity even though that's not true at all.)

Sylvain (his threats actually convinced me to marry him lol)

Felix (tsundere in thigh highs.)

Pretty obvious which route I played first huh? Lmao.

#ansytea-talks #wildest brainrot I've ever written lmao #tag: self indulgent dain-dimi brainrot #TURNS OUT THIS IS NUTJOB ANON #nutjob anon

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