#raindrop supremacy

[midnight-moth]

Ok I normally shit on everything I do but I’m actually happy with this one. Dare I say proud?? It’s for a vday card exchange. I hope I do Rain as much justice as I did Dew.

#the band ghost #ghost #dewdrop ghoul #ghostbc #the band ghost fanart #ghost fanart #rain ghoul #raindrop supremacy #sodo ghoul #rain x dewdrop #nameless ghouls #water ghoul #fire ghoul #i love them your honor #they love each other your honor #midnight moth draws

[montmartrasse]

hello im gently throwing the first smut (and the first ghost fic!) ive ever written

raindrop, 3.4k, cut for length and very much nsfw content

also on ao3

Rain knew exactly what he needed to do; he had very strict and direct orders from Dewdrop and he was obeying them. 

It felt like he’d been going at it for hours now - his legs were trembling, the sheets were soaked with sweat, and the room definitely smelled like sex. Except, it was only him in the room and he didn’t know how long it would be until Dew showed up. 

He was having a nice morning - smitten after the incredible night he had with a Sister he’d been eyeing for months. Satisfied and still riding the high of the previous night, he was just minding his own business, watching TV in the Ghoul common room, snacking on his plate of cherries. That’s when he felt the room suddenly heat up, a second later, a long clawed hand was in his hair, yanking his head back. 

He felt Dewdrop’s lips next to his ear. “You’ve been having too much fun without me lately, hm?” his voice and whispery breath tickling him, Rain felt a shiver run down his spine. “Gotsta teach you a lesson. You may have forgotten who you belong to.” 

And that’s when he gave his orders. It wasn’t like Dewdrop to get jealous - but he was right. It had been a while since they fucked and he liked it when Dew got rough. A nice change of pace from his own conquests with Sisters and Brothers. 

“You start at nine pm sharp. All by yourself. Do not stop until I get there. Understood? No stopping. And if by the time I get there and you have cummed less than 5 times, we’re gonna have problems” Dew had growled into his ear. 

He had left as quickly as he arrived, leaving Rain weak in the knees, despite having been sitting down the whole time, and stomach puzzling with excitement. He just needed to figure out what to do until nine pm. 

Now he was laying on his bed, completely naked, soaked in sweat. He brought the vibrator to his already overstimulated clit once again,  trying to build up for the fifth orgasm he was supposed to have but he was struggling. The lack of stimulation except for the vibe was not fun and knowing that Dew could burst through the door anytime, although exciting, was making him a nervous wreck. He tried touching himself in other places, a ghastly hand at his nipples, claws running on his stomach, maybe a little squeeze on his neck with his tail - but it wasn’t helping. He needed someone’s - Dewdrop’s touch and he needed it bad. 

Images flooded his mind, what would his punishment be if he couldn’t complete his request? Could he lie to Dewdrop - his mate? What if he got caught - what if Dew was listening from outside of the door, counting his orgasms? 

Now, that got him going. Thinking Dewdrop was waiting outside, maybe listening to his whines and hitched breaths made his heart race. He pushed the vibrator harder into his clit, circling around it. The newfound fantasy made him whinier, letting sounds escape from his mouth, not constraining himself. His hips buckled, almost humping the vibrator like it was his lover’s cock. Finally, after what felt like hours, he found himself nearing another climax, heart beating a little too fast, his back arched and hands grabbing the sheets, Rain found himself cumming for the fifth time like he was asked to do so. 

Collecting himself, he waited for Dew to enter the room, to praise him for being so good, for obeying him like the perfect boy he is - but much to his dislike, no one entered. Sulking and a little tired now, Rain lazily brought the vibrator back to his clit once again, lowering the intensity setting a little bit - too overstimulated at this point to feel anything anyway. Hardly moving his hand, Rain started to wonder if this was his punishment after all - being made to think of Dewdrop while he played with himself, unable to spend the night with someone else. 

After what felt like hours, which in reality was just a mere couple of minutes, he started feeling an orgasm build up once again. He couldn’t help it - deep down he knew this was not the only thing that was going to happen this night and the constant vibration on his clit was unrelenting. His body, however, was not very cooperative. He felt the build-up but the release was not coming, it felt like the worst possible case of edging, especially when he had the control in his own hands. Raising the intensity of the vibe, he started pushing himself for one more orgasm. 

“Please, oh Sathanas, please pleasepleaseplease” he found himself begging to particularly no one as he chased the high once more, “Oh - oh Sathanas please I -”

The door slamming open made Rain jump out of fear, completely losing the build-up for that orgasm. 

Cursing, he tried to lift himself up on his elbow to get a better view of the intruder “What the f-” 

“Stay. down.” came a low, growling sound from the room’s entrance. 

Frozen like deer in the headlights, Rain watched the feral Dewdrop slowly enter the room, eyes glowing with literal fire in them. Slowly and carefully, he made his way towards the bed where Rain lay. This immaculate play Dewdrop had organized and left Rain out of by omitting the game’s nature made Rain burn hot with anticipation. Was he being punished for his recent accolades? Is he going to receive praise now for obeying? A stalking Dew meant a soon-to-be attacking Dew, which Rain thought he was somewhat prepared for. 

Wrong. 

In the blink of an eye - Sathanas when did he get so close? - Dewdrop was on the bed hovering over Rain, a hand on his chest pushing him down on the bed. 

Dewdrop’s face was buried in Rain’s neck now, horns lightly jabbing his chin, his legs straddling him on the hips, one hand still on his chest and pushing him down, claws slowly digging through the skin. 

“Good. Good. You’ve done well for me.” Dew said as he muzzled into Rain’s neck. 

Rain, still feeling very edged by the recent interruption to his orgasm, tried to push his hips towards Dew’s crotch, trying to feel his hard cock under his pants - why was he still wearing pants anyway? But Dew pushed him down even more, tutting his tongue.

“Now now now. I’ve said you’ve done good, not that you have been forgiven. You have to show me first, what you have accomplished. Turn, now.” Dew said as he lifted himself from Rain, now he was sitting by his side, helping Rain prop up and lay him stomach down. “Ass up” he ordered, Rain obeyed, raising to hands and knees, arching his back. Dew placed a hand on the small of his back, once again pushing him down, face first on the pillows. Gathering Rain’s arms from his sides to his back, Dewdrop used one hand to keep them crossed held at the wrists, using another to spread Rain’s cunt without touching anywhere significant.

Reminding Rain of his ruined orgasm, the ache still lingering, he once again found himself trying to push himself to Dew for some more friction. “Please,” he begged to Dewdrop this time. “I was so close” he cried.

Dewdrop brought his mouth close to Rain’s cunt, not making a move yet, as if he could count how many times Rain cummed by looking at it. “How many times? Did you get to five as I asked? Did you learn your lesson?” His tail was slowly wrapping around Rain’s leg, yet never reaching his cunt.

Tickled and flushed hot by Dewdrop’s breath on his cunt, “Six! I was almost at the sixth one!” he yelped, trying to move his ass, get close to his lover's mouth. Finally get that reward he was never promised. 

“Mhm. I think you still haven’t learned your lesson. What did I say Rain? What did I say to you in the morning? When you were still smelling of someone? Not a single care in the world? Now you need a good reminder. You need to remember who you belong to, do you understand me? You are mine. You can have as much fun as you want with others. But at the end of the day, you are mine.” Dew swiftly pulled himself back from Rain, raising him on his knees once again. Undaring to move, even to catch a glimpse, Rain heard the sound of pant buttons being shuffled. 

Finally, he thought. He had been waiting long for this moment, it's all he could really think while he was waiting for Dew to enter anyway and he was more than ready for it.

"Please," he begged once again. "I want you."

"And why should I give in to what you want?" Dewdrop asked. 

"I was good. I did well. I did what you asked." Rain pleaded, edge in his voice clear to the listening ears. 

"Let's see," Dew said putting two fingers into Rain's cunt without a warning. 

A groan left Rain's mouth, leaving Dew satisfied with what he did, and happy to find a soaking cunt, ready for his own pleasure. 

He curled his fingers a little, touching all of Rain's favorite spots, knowing how to work them like magic. He had decades to perfect his moves for his mate, he knew what it took to make him a mess oh so quickly, leave him whimpering, face buried on the pillows, back arched inhumanly, slowly grinding on his fingers for more, just tiny a bit more. 

But he also knew when to stop and remove his fingers, not give in to Rain's need. 

"Ffffuck" came a sound from Rain, muffled by the pillows he was screaming into. 

Dewdrop chuckled. "If you think that's how I intended to teach this lesson, you're wrong." He ran a slow hand on Rain's ass, kneading his cheeks softly. It was always scarier when Dew was being soft. You never knew what to expect. "Here's what we're gonna do," he said, as he propped himself higher and loomed over Rain's back, aligning his crotch with Rain's ass. "I'm going to fuck you little the little whore you are, and you will not cum until I say so," he said, with every word getting closer to Rain's face. "Did you understand?" he asked, followed by a lick to the shell of Rain's ear. 

"Yes," Rain managed to barely get out, shivering with anticipation. 

"Yes, what?" 

"Yes Sir." Rain gulped. 

"Good boy. Now take it." Dewdrop jammed his cock into Rain's cock without a warning once again. 

"Ah!" Rain let out a scream, glad that he had time to prepare for this but still a little shocked by the suddenness of Dew's move. 

Dewdrop lifted himself up once again, grabbing a hold of Rain's ass cheeks, spreading them apart, and grabbing them for more force.

"How dare you go around fucking everyone in the Abbey without me." Dew panted, each word punctuated by a slam of his hips to Rain's ass. 

He was going hard and slow at the same time. Rain knew Dew was capable of more than this, and he needed more but he feared that if he got what he wanted, he would cum again, disobeying his direct orders. But he was still a Ghoul, and he was still edged as fuck, so he began matching Dew's rhythm, moving his hips and tightening around Dew's cock for more pleasure. 

"Look at you. Fucking whore, always wanting more." Dew slapped Rain's ass, pushing him to stay in place. 

"Please. Ah, please Sir" Rain cried, his orgasm building up once again, doing his best to keep it at bay. 

"So needy. So so needy. Is that why you fuck everyone that crosses your sights? Am I not enough for you? You want more all the time?" Dew's voice was almost dripping with venom, venom Rain knew was not inherent but still scary. 

"No Sir. I just want you. Nothing, no one compares to you. Please let me have more of you." 

"What do you want?" Dew asked, slowing down a bit.

"More. More please."

"Use your words." 

"Please. I want you more. Harder. Fuck me harder, faster. Touch me, touch my cunt, make me cum, please Sir please." Rain was desperate, feeling like he would cry if Dew stopped once again, brought to the edge too many times. 

And so Dewdrop did stop and pull out.

"Turn. I want to see your face. I want you to see my face when you cum so you don't forget who you cum for." 

He yanked Rain's arms, this time pushing him on his back. Rain saw the fire, the passion in Dewdrop's eyes. Maybe this wasn't just a game, maybe Dew was actually trying to teach him something. He tried to reach for him, touch him a little, silently tell him that he loves him more than anything in the world, that no one will ever be good enough for him like he is, but Dew didn't let him. He snaked an arm under Rain's waist, lifting him up just a little for easier access, and entering him once again. He was brutal this time, giving all he got. 

He must've been pent up as well, Rain noticed, his breathing was getting hitched, and the arm he was using to prop himself up was shaking a little. Rain tried to reach for him once again, and got defeated once again, as Dewdrop brought his mouth to Rain's neck one more time, this time not just muzzling but licking and sucking, driving Rain crazy as he avoided the very sensitive bite mark he so proudly sported. 

"Ah," Rain let another whimper out of his mouth, this time fully in rhythm with Dew, fucking on his cock like his life depended on it, hoping Dew would bring his mouth to the bite mark, where he was most sensitive. 

As if on cue, Dewdrop let his teeth graze over the scars, sucking on them, biting just a little, licking immediately, driving Rain crazy with the need for more. 

In an act of almost cruelty, Dewdrop freed his arm from under Rain, bringing his hand to Rain's cunt, his thumb made contact with Rain's neglected clit, and his teeth sunk into the sensitive spot on his neck, causing Rain to see hot red, the orgasm coming like a wave hitting the beach after a storm, body trembling, hands grabbing any part of the body they could find. 

After what felt like an eternity of bliss, Rain's senses came down to him, finding Dewdrop lazily pumping in and out, thumb circling his clit still like a ghost, making him ride the aftershocks of his orgasm like electricity running through his body. 

Finding his arms wrapped around Dewdrop's neck, he brought his hands to his lover's hair, gently tangling them there and pulling his head from his neck, bringing his lips to his. 

"Please, tell me I've been good," he whispered, their lips barely touching. 

"You have been so so good, my perfect boy. Now it's my turn, so you never forget again."

He slammed his mouth on his lovers, teeth grazing over lips, biting here and there, his hips moving rough and hard, fucking Rain like there is no tomorrow. 

Rain lost in the euphoria, did not even notice the orgasm sneak up on him, "Ah, ah ah ah" he groaned into Dew's mouth, clenching around his cock to get more friction, finally bringing his lover to his orgasm as well, when Dew once again tried to circle his clit with the spade of his tail.

A silent shift, muscles tensing ever so slightly, a hitching breath here and a shuddering lip there, and Dew knew it was too much. He knew his love well enough to understand where the pleasure ended and pain began.

He removed his hand immediately and stopped moving his hips. 

"What? Why did you stop? Please, please don't stop" Rain pleaded, now distraught that he couldn't finish what they had started. 

"It hurts, doesn't it? I won't go anymore." Dew said calmly, attempting to remove his cock from Rain. 

"No!" yelped Rain, using his legs around Dew's waist to keep everything as they are. "No, please, please I can take it. I'll be good, I'll be good for you, I can take it please." he was begging, not wanting to disappoint Dew.

"Hey, no, shh, no. You are good, you are perfect. You're perfect for me. You will always be perfect. You don't have to do anything." Dew said, cupping Rain's face in his hands, trying to remove the scowl from the ghoul's forehead.

"Please Dew, finish what you started, I'm begging you." 

"Are you sure?" Dew asked, worried. 

"Yes, yes, please. I'm good. I want you to cum, I want to make you cum." 

Unsure, Dew started moving his hips slowly. In all honesty, he was also in much need of a release. After having listened to Rain masturbate alone all night, and then not fucking him properly since they started, he was also on the edge, ready to cum almost in an instant.

Seeing that Rain was not in pain, Dewdrop started moving faster, a little harder. "Good boy, my good boy. Mine. Perfect, so fucking perfect" he was mumbling almost nonsense as he was nearing his own release, hands still cradling the other ghoul's face, eyes locked, alert for any signs of pain. 

Rain rocked his hips and clenched his cunt, not worried about his own release but attempting to help Dew reach his own. Noticing that Dew was getting there, he pulled him for another kiss, sucking on his lip, letting him bite him just like he loved. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Dew chanted, "So. fucking. perfect" he punctuated with each hip thrust.

With one final thrust, Dew cummed in Rain, making Rain feel the hot spurts of cum in him, Dew pushing down his abdomen just a little to go a bit deeper, to fill him even more. 

A smile crept up on Rain’s face, satisfied that he could bring his lover pleasure, able to take it all and some more, Dewdrop still slowly pumping in and out, enjoying the heightened sensitivity he gets after cumming. He was still caressing Rain’s face, mumbling something under his breath. 

Blissed out, Rain let himself melt into a puddle on the bed, not wanting Dew to move away at all but not having the words or the energy to make an attempt to keep him there. He felt Dewdrop slowly pull out, lift himself up and leave the bed. Confused, Rain started to move up only to be stopped by a warm hand gently pressing him down.

“Shhh,” Dew whispered as he guided Rain back down on the bed. “I’ll just get some water for you.” 

Rain hadn’t noticed how thirsty he was feeling. Wasn’t a big surprise considering he was fucking a fire ghoul and the room felt like it was above 100 degrees - but having Dew anticipate his need before him, that made him feel even warmer, on a different level. 

After drinking the entire glass of water, Rain reached for Dew, finally wanting to sleep in his arms. “C’mere please,” he murmured. 

“I’m here,” Dew said gently as he laid back on the bed, pulling Rain closer. “Are you okay my love?” he asked. It wasn’t often he was this sweet, only behind closed doors, only to his most intimate partner, his mate. 

A low nodding sound was the only noise Rain could muster up, given how tired and spent he felt. 

“You know it was a game right? You know that? You are mine but you can do whatever you want.” Dew let out in one hasty breath, fearing that he was too hard on Rain, too much.

Rain, now worried that he was giving the wrong signals, rose in the bed once again, bringing himself on his stomach once again, this time to face the ghoul laying next to him. “I’m yours, I’m fully yours” Rain reaffirmed, moving closer to his ghoul, desperate for some touch, a kiss. 

“Mine,” Dew managed to get out before his lips were captured by his lovers. 

Content, both ghouls managed to wash away any worry that may have lingered in the back of their minds and fall asleep limbs entangled, sheets messy, hearts light. 

feel free to send requests if you like what you see, i definitely have more coming soon, also any feedback/criticism is appreciated

#ray writes #my work #mine #i cant remember whats my tag shhh #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #nameless ghouls #ghost bc fic #fire ghoul #water ghoul #sodo ghoul #raindrop #raindrop supremacy #the band ghost #the band ghost fic

[thirteenducks]

smoke and wine

(diluc x fem!reader) [suggestive, but SFW]

༻❁༺ content: fem!reader (reader wears a dress and is referred to as 'her'), some suggestive content, no established relationship

༻❁༺ word count: ~4.7k

༻❁༺ tags: self indulgent stormfic, adelinde best mother figure AND wingwoman, flustered diluc supremacy, reader does not want to cause trouble for diluc, diluc desperately wants reader to cause trouble for him, diluc wears boxer briefs because i said so, rampant use of ellipses

༻❁༺ author's note: i am back to offer you this with my hands outstretched before i vanish into the void for another six months :/ regardless, thank you for reading! <33 this fic was inspired by this lovely art by @mmmairon https://www.tumblr.com/mmmairon/733185437964926976/hi-mairon-i-love-the-self-insert-comfort-you-did?source=share please go check it out!

Diluc is a simple man. If there's something he can provide, he'll go out of his way to do it. And if that means allowing you to stay at his home for the night during a fierce storm, he'll do anything to ensure your comfort.

Before today, you had considered yourself rather proficient in predicting the weather for your forays into the Mondstadt hills. Experience had given you somewhat of a sixth sense for which afternoons would yield sunny skies and which would leave you huddled under a tree during a downpour.

This storm, however, had truly come out of nowhere. 

When your feet finally find the steps of the vineyard path ahead of you, you’re already too drenched to bother running from the rain. Your shoes, unfit for travel through the rain-soaked countryside, leave puddles behind everywhere you step; your dress is so soaked through that it must leave nothing to the imagination. 

You shiver, thanking Barbatos that you seem to be the only unfortunate traveler caught in this downpour. At least the grates of the grapevines above you give you some form of cover from the lashing sheets of rain.

Through the raindrops in your eyes, you gaze at the herbs in your basket, their delicate leaves sodden and dripping. Once the storm has passed, and you've returned home, you doubt they will be much worth keeping. So much for freshly-gathered, you lament.

Distracted by your mournful predictions, you hardly notice the dirt beneath your feet has turned to stone and you’re suddenly before the imposing building that dominates the landscape. Above you, lanterns on posts swing wildly in the wind, illuminating the grand wooden door of Dawn Winery.

As you huddle beneath the scant protection of the balcony above, poised to knock, you’re inevitably reminded of the only other time you’d encountered the owner of this estate. 

In the many months since, you’d learned which places to avoid in the Mondstadt countryside due to high monster traffic. That morning, however, the abyss mage had appeared out of nowhere in the sunny meadow of sweet flowers, leering at you and your lack of a weapon. You had barely gathered the presence of mind to drop what you were holding and run when the noise of boots, fast approaching, came from behind you. In another second, a blur of red and black had sped by and a gloved hand was pushing you down to the ground. Overhead, a blast of ice meant for your heart had split the sky above you instead.

Before you could regain your wits, the horrible sound of what you could only imagine were the monster’s last words tore through the air and flames, red and deep orange, surrounded you. The blue of the sky above you was ringed with fire.

Pushing yourself up by your elbows, you had scrambled to your feet, fear shooting through you like lightning as the flames licked higher and hotter around your boots -

And then they were gone, extinguished in an instant. Your breaths coming fast and shallow, you had inspected yourself for injuries and found nothing amiss but a few singed pieces of hair.

The gloved hand had appeared again in your field of vision, hovering hesitantly near your shoulder. 

“Are you alright? That attack didn’t hit you, did it?”

The voice was low and unfamiliar, and you had followed the sound until your eyes caught a mane of red hair in a sea of black. He smelled like smoke; you could see it emanating off the massive sword he held in his other hand.

“I’m not hurt, thank you. I had no idea this area wasn’t safe...” You murmured, gazing at the now-scorched patch of flowers you had stood so peacefully in a moment before. “I’m so sorry for the trouble, sir.” You offered your hand and name in introduction, and he had taken both with a gentle grace. His questioning eyes alighted on your belongings, dress, and hair before returning to your face.

“Please, call me Diluc. Of Dawn Winery,” he answers, anticipating your question.  “I’m the one who should apologize. This one -” he glances down at the ground in distaste, where a few shining leaves are all that is left of the abyss mage - “got away from me last night, and I’ve been chasing it down ever since. Really, it’s my fault.”

You duck your head in gratitude. “Thank you regardless, Diluc. I’ll make sure to avoid this area in the future...” You trail off sadly. This had been the best hill in the area to collect sweet flowers...

His face had changed a bit at your vow, so quickly you might have imagined it, before his handsome features returned to an unreadable expression. The exchange had not lasted long past that point. 

“Keep yourself safe,” were his brief parting words, leaving you with a nod before starting at a brisk pace toward the building in the distance.

And now that same building is before you once more. Drawing your bag closer to you in trepidation, you knock, the sound barely reaching your ears over the roar of thunder overhead.

You don’t have to wait long in the harsh wind before the giant door swings open and you’re face to face with the same man from all those months ago, staring at you with his mouth slightly parted. You blink at each other for a few moments, unsure of what to say, until a woman’s soft voice calls from behind him in the doorway.

“Master Diluc? Is there someone out there?”

A middle-aged woman with a kind expression peers over Diluc’s shoulder at you and gasps. 

“Master Diluc! What are you doing, keeping her out here in all this rain?” she chides, pushing Diluc’s shoulder to punctuate her sentence, and he blinks as if coming out of a trance. He steps out of the doorway and allows the woman to grab you gently by the hand and lead you into the warm, carpeted foyer. The great door swings shut behind you with a soft thud and you allow yourself an exhale of relief at being out of the storm, if only for a few minutes.

“Goodness, you’re soaked through.” The woman, who wears a maid’s uniform, putters around you, taking your belongings from your grasp and hanging them on a stand next to the door. As she circles you, murmuring with concern, you take the opportunity to explain yourself.

“I’m so sorry to intrude, ma’am, I was just gathering herbs near Stone Gate when the downpour started...” You lock eyes with Diluc, who has not said a word yet. Your resolve wavers, but a drop of water cascading down your back causes you to shiver and you remember your situation. “If it’s not too much trouble, could I impose upon you until the worst of the storm passes?” Your teeth chatter a bit as a draft catches your soaked clothing. “I promise I won’t make too much trouble for -”

You’re cut off by the sensation of something large and warm surrounding you. It smells of smoke and wine and you look up in surprise to see Diluc, now bare to the arm, settling his overcoat on your shoulders. A light shade of pink dusts his cheekbones.

“This storm isn’t likely to pass before tomorrow morning at the earliest,” he rumbles, avoiding your eyes. “Adelinde, please tell Moco and Hillie to prepare a bath and fresh sheets in the downstairs guest room.” 

The warm timbre of his voice is tinged with something you can’t identify. Before you can protest, the woman, who must be Adelinde, gives him a nod. She curtsies to you with a smile and takes her leave.

Now standing alone with Diluc, you hurriedly voice your objections and promise to be on your way after you dry off a bit and perhaps borrow an umbrella. The man in front of you, however, refuses to acquiesce.

“You’ll at least let Adelinde feed you dinner, won’t you? It’s quite late already,” he remarks, glancing out the bay window at the darkened sky. “Have you eaten?”

At your dissenting response, he nods as if all is settled. You stare down at your shoes in mingled embarrassment and relief, watching the pools of water sink into the rich carpet. 

Diluc clears his throat and moves his hand to hover behind the small of your back as he walks towards the fireplace. “Please, wait here for Adelinde to return. I’ll speak to her about getting you some dry clothes to wear for the night,” he says, gesturing to the couch in front of the fire.

You grimace as you sit, the damp fabric of your dress sticking to you and probably ruining the plush velvet of the sofa. Not to mention Diluc’s coat...

Before you can dwell too long on that, Adelinde reappears with a steaming cup of tea that she sets in front of you. She appears to be in conversation with Diluc about something across the table as you sip your tea, feeling the warmth of the fire seep into your bones.

“It’s awful luck that everything had to be taken in from the clotheslines when it started to rain,” she sighs. “There’s not a dry piece of women’s clothing in the house, I’m afraid.”

Diluc hums in contemplation. “I suppose mine will have to do, then. As long as it wouldn’t make you uncomfortable, of course...” He trails off as he turns to you, his cheeks pink again.

You laugh a bit, good humor returning to your body as the warmth does. “I’ll take any clothing you have to offer, Adelinde. Truly, thank you.”

She smiles, and before you can say anything else, Diluc has gotten to his feet and is already halfway up the stairs. Your eyes follow him as he goes, afraid you’ve said something wrong, but Adelinde just laughs and gestures for you to stand.

“Don’t mind him. The young master’s always that straightforward. Let’s get you into a warm bath, hm?” She starts for the hallway at a brisk pace, ignoring your concerns about the water you’re tracking across the floor.

As the head maid leads you to the guest room, Diluc stands in his own quarters, staring at his bureau with a look of deliberation that a complex military maneuver might inspire. All around him, various pieces of clothing lay rejected. He’s glaring daggers at his pants drawer, which he now realizes contains only neatly folded black slacks and pairs of underwear.

Do I really only wear slacks and boxer briefs?

That’s a question for another day. For now, he lays out his options.

He can’t... he can’t offer you his underwear to wear. That’s out of the question. Few things could be less appropriate to lend to a guest, let alone a pretty... 

He shakes his head. His face is burning just thinking about it.

But wouldn’t you be uncomfortable in dress pants? They’d hardly fit you, anyways, so you might have to wear a belt as well just to keep them up... And could you really sleep in them? You’d probably end up shedding them, right?

He shakes his head again before he can go any further with that... dangerous thought.

He huffs. This is going nowhere. He’ll have to bring them both to Adelinde and see what she has to say, he thinks as he descends the staircase with a stack of clothes in hand.

Meanwhile, you stand with Adelinde in the most lavish guest bedroom you’ve ever set foot in. The bedspread, softer than a lamb as you run your hand over it, matches the curtains of the four-poster bed it rests on and the wall behind it. She opens the door to the attached bathroom, where a steaming claw-foot tub stands in the center. The aroma coming from it is like that of the lampgrass you had been collecting that afternoon before the storm hit, and it draws you to it like a moth to flame.

Adelinde curtsies to you and asks you to simply leave your wet clothes by the door and she’ll send someone to pick them up and deliver dry clothes in a bit. With that, she shuts the bedroom door behind you and leaves you to disrobe in the sweet-smelling bathroom.

After so long with your soaked garments clinging to you, peeling them off feels incredible. The water is the perfect temperature as you slide into it, feeling the stress of the afternoon melt away from your shoulders. The soaps next to the bath are thick and luxurious, perfuming the air with a thousand faint floral scents.

You don’t know how long you sit there, half-awake and submerged to the nose in the sweet-smelling water, until a knock at the bedroom door brings you back to reality.

Thinking it to be Adelinde or another maid, you straighten up and stretch your arms. You’d rather not get up and let her in yourself, so you merely call out your permission to let herself in. After all, the water’s so nice, and you don’t have anything to cover yourself with but a towel, anyways. 

The door opens quietly and a heavy step can be heard entering the bedroom and shuffling around a bit until it suddenly pauses. 

That’s odd. “Adelinde?” you call, rising a bit in the water to peek into the bedroom through the open door. No answer comes.

Furrowing your brow, you move to get out of the tub when the panicked voice of a man rings through the room.

“Wait! Wait, please... Archons, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think you were - the door is - ”

It’s Diluc. He sounds more flustered than you thought was possible of such a stoic man.

“I just came to drop these off,” he continues, voice discomposed, and there’s a sound of something being placed on a chair. “Please forget this happened. I- I apologize a thousand times. I’ll, um, wait outside - please, forgive me... I’m leaving now, I swear.” 

And with that, the bedroom door closes with a thunk. You’re left frozen, your hands on the rim of the tub, your face a fetching shade of scarlet.

Diluc, on the opposite side of the door, is in no better shape. Not only had he walked in on you while you were- not only had he imposed upon you, but he had completely forgotten his objective of having Adelinde choose your clothing. Which meant, of course, that you were about to walk out of the bath and be faced with an odd selection of things to clothe yourself with.

It’s not like he can go back in and tell you it’s a mistake, though. Diluc sighs and rakes a hand through his hair, willing his heart rate to go down. Idiot. He’s an idiot.

Since the least he can do now is protect you from any further embarrassment, he thinks, he takes up a guard position outside your bedroom door.

It helps to know that at least it’s just him and the maids in the house, so you have no one else to worry about. It doesn’t help to know that you’re currently bare and covered in soap a scant twenty feet from him.

He buries his head in his hands again.

Meanwhile, you’ve removed yourself from the tub and are drying off while waiting for your pulse to return to normal. The towel in your hands is probably the fluffiest thing you’ve ever touched, yet it barely registers in your mind at the moment.

You weigh the ethics of telling Adelinde you’ve suddenly fallen violently ill and cannot come to dinner, but eventually you’ve gathered yourself enough to inspect the clothing Diluc brought you. There’s a black dress shirt, which is softer against your skin than it first looked as you button it up to your collarbone. Like his coat, it too carried a familiar fragrance of smoke and wine.

Turning to the rest of the stack, you’re confused to see a pair of dress pants and a pair of men’s... underwear?

They also smell like him… you think, as you pull them on.

Diluc, still fighting a blush, is leaning against the wall outside your door when Adelinde finds him. A hurried conversation ensues that you don’t catch much of from inside, but it’s clear enough that Adelinde is laughing at her master’s expense. 

She knocks, asking if you’re dressed, and waits for your affirmation before she enters. You hold up the slacks to her, a question on your lips, but the head maid puts her hand on yours before you say a word.

“You don’t have to wear those unless you want to. I know they’re far from the most comfortable pants in the world. Besides, it’s only Master Diluc and us maids here,” she assures you. “You have nothing to worry about, dear. It’s up to you.” You return her smile and fold the slacks, passing them to her waiting hand. “Why don’t you come sit by the fire while I set the table?” 

Thus assured, you leave the safety of the guest bedroom in only Diluc’s shirt and boxer briefs. Outside, the lord of the manor himself is standing in the hallway with a look of contrition on his face. 

He turns at the sound of the door and his eyes meet yours. 

It’s fatal. You offer him a smile, hoping to pretend the earlier situation never happened, but you’re met instead with a blank stare that makes you falter. Was he… angry? 

Archons, did he think you had let him into your room on purpose while you were undressed? The thought sends you spiraling. This was bad. You have to fix this. You fiddle with the hem of the dress shirt and prepare to apologize.

Across from you, Diluc is fighting an uphill battle with his self control to keep his eyes on yours as you stand before him in only his underwear. 

You were supposed to be wearing pants. Not… fuck, you’re staring at him like he has three heads. He has to say something. He has to set your mind at ease. He has to be a gentleman.

Think of Varka. Think of Seamus Pegg. Think of fucking Barbatos. For the love of Celestia do not think of anything else. Now SAY something.

“...How was your bath?” 

You blink. “It was… lovely, thank you.”

DO NOT THINK OF HER IN THE BATH. 

By the grace of whatever archons are watching over him, Diluc manages to carry a stilted conversation with you in which he apologizes profusely for his behavior earlier.

You do your best to reassure him that it was an honest mistake and no harm was done (except to your heart, but you’d hardly admit that). You soon find that he’s also asking your pardon for the “inappropriate” selection of clothes he brought you, however.

“Please, don’t apologize. They’re very comfortable.” You smile at him and Diluc feels his heart skip far too many beats. “Thank you again for your kindness, Diluc.” Archons, he loves the way you say his name. You’ll kill him at this rate.

Soon he’s falling into step behind you as Adelinde leads you into the dining room and seats you by the fire with a blanket. Satisfied that you’re comfortable, he turns and prepares to return to his study for the evening. 

Before he can, though, he’s arrested by your voice, innocently asking if he wouldn’t be joining you for dinner.

“I’m afraid I have… work to attend to,” he murmurs, glancing up to his office. “My apologies. I hope you enjoy- ow, Adelinde -”

The maid in question has two fingers wrapped around Diluc’s ear and is wearing a look of exasperation as she tugs on it, ignoring his words of protest. In a voice that suggests this is a common occurrence, she strongly forbids him from doing any more work tonight.

“Is it not the job of the master of the manor to keep his guests company?”

“Adelinde...”

“Master Diluc.”

He sighs, meeting your eyes with a sheepish look. “It appears that I’ll be joining you after all.”

With that, he settles himself in the armchair adjoining your couch, allowing his large frame to relax into it. A pleasant quiet descends as you watch the fire, listening to the maids readying the meal in the kitchen and the storm as it continues to rage outside.

You’re brought out of your reverie by Diluc’s voice, softer than you’ve yet heard it.

“May I ask how you found yourself out in the downpour this afternoon?”

You smile. “For the same reason I was out the first time we met.” He nods in recognition, glancing at the gathering bag and basket that still hang by the door to the winery.

“So, you’re a botanist, then? Or maybe an herbalist?”

The two of you continue this way, Diluc asking you questions about yourself in a low voice, and you answering them in the same soft tone. You lose track of time in the easy back-and-forth. 

After what feels like only a few minutes, a maid alerts you that dinner is ready; you rise and stretch, the blanket falling away from where it covers your bare legs. Diluc pointedly looks away, but you’re too distracted by the lovely smells coming from the table behind you to pay him any mind.

Walking ahead of you, Diluc draws out the seat adjacent to the head of the table and waits for you to sit before taking his own seat. The maids have been busy: a pot of tea, a bottle of sparkling wine, plates of roast beef, green beans, buttered potatoes, and stuffing, a tray of candied pecans, an apple tart, and a myriad of smaller dishes all line the ornate table. For a moment, you’re too overwhelmed to take a portion of anything. 

Fortunately, Adelinde appears beside you and asks which and how much of each dish you would like, and soon your plate is as full as it can be.

For a while, the two of you sit in comfortable silence as you eat. The food is beyond reproach. Either the maids and Adelinde have pulled out all the stops tonight for you, or wealthy estate owners eat like this every night. You’re not sure which makes you feel more out of place, but the food is too delicious and you’re too tired to dwell on such things now.

Periodically, Diluc asks how you’re liking a certain dish or if you would like more of what you’re drinking. As the maids top off your glass of wine and you begin to feel the day catch up with you, however, your responses to Diluc get slower and shorter until you can barely keep your eyes open. 

Through your lowered lids, you’re graced with the sight of a rare smile as the man next to you takes you in. He stands, offering you an ungloved hand in a silent offer to escort you to your room. You’re too exhausted to notice the color that comes to his face when you gladly take it and get to your stumbling feet. 

By the time you’ve reached the door to your room, you’re leaning more on him than you are on your own legs. Offering Diluc a drowsy smile, you bow a little and thank him once again. He returns it in kind, the corners of his eyes crinkling a little bit. He’s never looked more handsome.

“Have a restful night. With any luck, the storm will abate by morning. Please, if there’s anything else I can do, don’t hesitate to come ask me.”

And with that, he leaves you to the plush sheets of the guest room. You’re asleep almost before your head hits the pillow.

You dream of smoke and wine.

In the small hours of the morning, you awake to a cold draft that makes you shiver and a mind fuzzy from sleep. You try in vain to return to sleep, the soft silk sheets beckoning to you, but a peal of thunder seems to shake the house every time you close your eyes.

Sighing, you sit up and rub your eyes. It’s almost pitch black in the room; the sun won’t rise for several hours yet.

Maybe you could make yourself a cup of tea? You shiver a bit, drawing the covers tighter around you. Sitting by the fire doesn’t sound bad, either.

Your feet are quiet on the carpeted floor as you gently open your bedroom door and step into the hallway. Sure enough, there’s a flickering light from the main room; the fire must be still alive in the grate.

You gather the blanket around you and hurry towards the warmth, only to stop short at the silhouette of a figure sitting where you were earlier. You take another tentative step onto the floorboards, but a creak gives you away. The figure stiffens and turns to face you.

Diluc’s face and frame relaxes when he sees you, but there is still a hint of worry in his tone when he asks, “Is there something wrong? Are you warm enough in your room?”

You nod, stepping gingerly around the couch to sit next to him. He shifts a little to give you more space as you pull your legs up beside you. “Everything’s fine. I just went to bed a little too early,” you assure him. “Could I trouble you to let me into the kitchen? I’d like to make myself a cup of tea, if it’s alright.”

“Please, allow me,” he murmurs, producing a pot and a second cup from the table next to him, where he was apparently enjoying one himself.

You sip it gratefully, allowing the taste to linger in your mouth. “May I ask why the esteemed Master Diluc is still awake at this hour?”

He smiles a bit at that and mentions that he never sleeps well during storms.

The two of you watch the flames as you sip your tea, listening to the patter of rain on the roof. Even at this hour, the fire is still going strong. A thought strikes you and you turn to Diluc’s lap.

Sure enough, his vision is glowing, pulsing in a gentle bump-bump pattern that you’ve heard matches the wielder’s heartbeat. It relaxes you to see it so steady and dependable.

Before long, the warmth of the fire and the tea have lulled you back soundly to sleep. 

For the first time today, Diluc allows his gaze to rake over you unhindered.

You, asleep on his couch in his manor. Smelling like him. Dressed in his shirt and underwear.

In only his shirt and underwear, the least helpful part of his brain reminds him, and he has to stare at the fire for a while to curb that train of thought. It’s difficult when his gaze keeps flickering back to you anyway.

He counts himself lucky you’re not awake to see how the fire in the grate has grown in size and intensity, or how the vision on his hip is flickering in a wild bmp-bmp-bmp.

After reciting everything he knows of Mondstadtian foreign policy in his head a few times, he’s able to tone down the blush on his face enough to be manageable. As for the familiar, tight ache in his pants, he regards it as a lost cause. For now.

Diluc stands, stretching his arms with a quiet groan before turning to your sleeping form. He gently scoops you up into strong arms and wraps you tighter in the blanket you’re still clinging to, careful not to wake you. As he begins the slow walk to your doorway, a small smile adorns his face.

Upon ducking into your room, careful not to hit your legs against the doorway, he frowns. It’s much colder here than it was in the living room. He’ll have to do something about that.

As he places you under the covers, he unclips the vision from his thigh and folds it into your hand, where it thrums with a gentle rhythm . You drift awake for a moment, recognizing the red mane that hangs over your chest as Diluc tucks in the blanket around you.

Seeing your eyes flicker, he calls your name gently. “Are you comfortable?” You nod with a smile that hurts his heart in the best way. 

“Thank you, Diluc,” you murmur blearily, and he laughs a bit. You have just enough consciousness left to decide it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard as you slip back under the blanket of sleep.

That night, as the storm continues to rage outside his bedroom windows, Diluc sleeps better than he has in a long time. Downstairs, his vision pulses in your hand to his steady heartbeat.

You dream of warmth.

#diluc #diluc ragnvindr #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #diluc x fem!reader #fem!reader #genshin x reader #flustered dilu....... #pls let me live at the winery i swear i'll be good #dilucposting

[sleeplesssmoll]

Reverse1999 Lore Bible

A reference sheet for Reverse1999. This is a work in progress (format is scuffed as always but I tried 😮‍💨). All information is subject to change as the story unfolds. If anything thing looks off, let me know and I'll get on it right away! Would not want to spread misinformation. That being said, this is a long post with spoilers for global release.

The Storm

The Storm is a widespread disaster first observed in 1999. It marked the end of an era and is the catalyst for the main story.

Humans will suffer “Storm Syndrome” as the Storm draws near. The Symptoms of Storm Syndrome and the mutations around the Storm depend on the era. However, arcanists are protected from Storm Syndrome thanks to their arcanum. Arcansist are able to perceive the changes in the world brought by the Storm but are not immune to reversal, the true horror of the Storm.

“Raindrops” emerge from the ground and rise into the sky along with everything around them once the Storm arrives. They phase through matter. Time reverses into a previous era while everything caught in the Storm disappears. Exceptions to this rule are the St. Pavlov Foundation, Manus Vindictae, and the Timekeeper (I've heard about others but this is strictly global release).

The Foundation's rules state that personnel can turn the Timekeeper for guidance 24 hours before the Storm (in prologue).

Races

Arcanists: A race that contains a unique cell colony allowing them to perform arcane skills (magic, divination, alchemy, etc.). They do not follow reasoning like mankind and instead practice Gnosis. There are two defining features of Gnosis:

1. It can't be verified by an independent 3rd party.

2. It’s impossible to comprehend through reasoning.

Because of this, arcanists are labeled as unpredictable and dangerous by humanity. There is a long history of humans associating arcanum with demons, evil, and witches. Arcanists are also more sensitive to emotions and resistant to potions. Pure-blooded arcanists are stronger than mixed-bloods.

Humans: Humans are the majority in Reverse1999. They follow logic and reason as opposed to Gnosis. Many look down on arcanists and consider them sub-human. However, because of the Storm their technologies and progress are being erased while arcanum flourishes. Humans are vulnerable to insanity because of their logic aligned mindset. When faced with something they cannot comprehend, they can lose their minds.

Groups and Factions

St. Pavlov Foundation (The Foundation): A public institution dedicated to the study of arcanum and the indoctrination of arcanists. They seek children with arcane talents from around the world. They say they strive for peace between arcanists and humanity but peace is not the same as equality. All training and scientific provided appliances by St. Pavlov is to overcome the instability of arcane skills in order to ensure the peace and stability of the human world (Chapter 3-1). In other words, the Foundation is training obedient dogs (hence Pavlolv) to die as martyrs for the sake of humanity. This allows humanity to benefit off of arcanum skills without worry of an uprising from the arcanists kept on the Foundation’s leash. Below is a quote from the game:

“The St. Pavlov Foundation is currently the largest public and official organization which houses arcanists. The foundation has invested a great deal of effort in the protection and supervision of unique children. They are constantly sending manpower all over the world to seek out children with a talent for arcanum. It does not matter where the children are or whether they wish to come along. The children who have been taken in will develop their abilities through rigorous training and eventually take over this seemingly endless mission for the peace of mankind.”

The Foundation’s buildings are immune to the Storm. Both humans and arcanists are safe within its walls.

Manus Vindictae: A terrorist organization that believes in Arcanist Supremacy. They recruit arcanists to fight against humanity and utilize the chaos caused by the Storm to further their agenda. They are the Foundation's biggest enemy and they are still growing. They also know how to manipulate the Storm and can accelerate its arrival.

They rewrite history while the world reverses. This means that they mess with historical events established in the "orginal" timeline. The Valentines day massacre is an example of this. Arcansists were supposed to be killed, but Schneider rescued them and killed human in their stead, thus rewriting history. The Wallstreet crash also happend months earlier than in the orginal timeline.

Here is a quote from Ch 2 of the game:

“Manus Vindictae is an infamous extremist organization. Holding a grudge against humans and contempt for the mixed, these extreme racists only recognize the bodies ruled by arcanist's blood as "mankind." They believe they have the ability and power to change everything. They are dedicated to building a so-called proper world where arcanists will stand neck and neck with gods and enjoy the status they believe they deserve. In that case, humans, arcanists on the human side, and the mixed who tolerate the pollution of arcanist's blood will pay a huge price for their existence.There is no doubt they are lunatics. One of the two reasons for their madness is their brains: they have a strange prefrontal cortex or some unknown neurons; the other reason is hatred: in those dark ages, arcanists were discriminated against, expelled, marginalized, and even slaughtered. The tragedies that happen every day on the fringes of society breed their revenge and keep strengthening this army of darkness. Now they have come onto the stage. What they want is power, freedom, the one and only supreme status, and an overthrown world.”

Manus Vindictae gives their followers Masks claiming it will keep them safe from the Storm. However, a conversation between two followers in Chapter 2-8 Popular Literature reveals this is not the full picture. The Mask does not guarantee their safety and only in the “Sanctuary” are they protected from the Storm’s influence. One of the followers then turns into a monster that can no longer be reasoned with while the other flees (we may have more insight into this later). Keep in mind Manus also likes to feed us false information and must be observed with a critical eye.

Laplace Rehabilitation Center: Laplace provides therapy to arcanists. Patients with stress disorders must retrieve treatment in the rehabilitation center. One of these treatments is artificial somnambulism where dreams are used to treat trauma and find the source of it. Psychubes are used in these dream treatments. Mesmer Jr. works in this department, following in her family's footsteps. She is the one who “treats” Vertin for Type II trauma.

Scientific Computing Research Center: The only branch of Laplace affiliated with Foundation. They are focused on making advancements in technology.

Institution Lorenz: This is the organization X invited Regulus to join. This description comes from Ch 1: A letter with Black Mucus: Founded after the "Storm," Institutum Lorentz is a mysterious organization hidden within but independent of the Laplace Scientific Computing Center. Its primary area of research is the chaos energy of Arcanum. Its members distrust the tech of human civilization and would rather discard them. They're active in various sites of arcane phenomena, secretly searching for the "Original Butterfly." While all of its members' whereabouts remain unknown, Lorentz still has branches all over the world. Our vanguard squad has fought their investigators several times, yet we still haven't found a way into any of their branches."

The House of Integratus: the committee in charge of lawmaking, not just in the Foundation, but in global society. Any affairs related to the human- arcanist relationship will be brought to their table. Delegates of the House of the Integratus are elected to take responsibility for their constituencies. They submit countless proposals to the committee every year. Then the committee will choose one lucky proposal and send it to the next step: all the committee members would gather to debate and vote for the proposal (Ch 4-8 A Ride on the Toboggan).

#reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 lore bible #i hope i can find this later #updated dec 16 23

[idv-sunsxin3]

Pavia // Wifey Material ♡

Note// This is probably one of the requests I got so crazy about so far.../pos and idk, Pavia is a ball of trauma- he needs some love too,,,

This almost kinda look like female s/o, but I also believe in male wife supremacy or any kind of girlboss gn/lh

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I think the practice of the woman being a housekeeper while being with a partner or spouse started to decline by the time of 1960s- but let's just say you happen to be a special case...

You're probably a bit old-fashioned- no, that's not the word.... intergrity, modesty, care, and good manners will never be old-fashioned. They are civil, and make social interactions pleasant. Which is what the s/o would believe imo.

S/o would appreciate some traditional practices. These small little things... like writing letters, make flower crowns for yourself or for anyone sitting beside you, stay indoors while watching the raindrops fog the window with a peaceful melody, and draw whatever you can think of rather than watch television... The little things they wish they can just often do rather than worry about maintaining something... maintain their life.

I can imagine that the s/o would have this charm.. a loving, caring charisma of a classical darling. They're probably one of the strangest wonders Pavia ever encounter before his eyes.

You're always seem to wear many different clothes, whatever you can afford to have in your closet. Despite not having a lot of garments, you always manage it through the multiple cominations of clothing as you took the liberty to come up with.

Additionally, there were times you even tried to dress as if you're from the 50-70s. Even wearing a more modern aspect just to make Pavia's day more interesting after probably seeing "not-so-tidy and pleasant people at work"...

Pavia would have been skeptical at first... Affection and sweet-nothings being foreign and touches of an angel almost made him hide away further to the shadows - only time made him convince him otherwise the longer you stay with him.

The time he suddenly barges in to your shared room exhausted and all bloodied, only to see you folding clean clothes from the laundry as you sit on your shared bed---

I'm just imagining him lowering his glasses just to look closely at the sight of you for a silent moment. You eventually notice him once you turn around, greeting him with a warm smile instead of an angry look. Noting how he even stained his dress shirt with blood.

"Welcome home, love." You somehow say warmly as you set a folded shirt down to walk towards the confused Pavia, helping him take off his shirt. "I've just prepared the bathtube a moment before you've arrived... Go clean yourself up before coming down for dinner, alright?" You instructed Pavia before planting a soft kiss on his chest before going back to the laundry--- But little did you know he has other plans.

He grab onto your arm before pulling him towards him so that you ended up getting pinned on the bed by him. You didn't have the time to wonder what just happened before seeing his fluffy hair bounce by the impact. Seeing him with this same grumpy frown before he suddenly drops his head on to his chest gently, catching you off guard once more---

"I want kiiss..." His voice muffled as his arms were circling your torso.  You could only laugh softly by how "cute" He is acting, brushing his hair back to plant more kisses on his forehead.

"Here you go..." You whisper with that same gentle smile while holding him as if he's your whole world. "I love you... I love you so much."

These words are one of the things he longed to hear from you.

Seeing you doing many chores at your shared home, cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry... yet despite how exhausted you may seem, you never fail to give that same feeling of delight whenever seeing him coming back by the door. You're always found preparing a warm dinner and along with a bath waiting for him after a long day.... As if you're already pleased to just be with him for tonight.

This tender feeling he has on his chest... is indescribable to him back then.

But well, he won't pay much in mind about it for now... He'll rather focus on getting his job done so he can quickly come back to his wife much early, rather than spending a second thinking about it/ih

Pavia indeed has an ego, I'm really debating if he would treat his s/o as his trophy wife--- but I like to think he just spoils his darling whenever it seems Iike something is coming to a shortage--- like you're running out of a new batch of clothes, running out of money to buy cleanings products or groceries or you seem to be worn out from the constant cooking... he would be there to help and sometimes wishes he can just keep you around the house without laying a finger DBDBDBDB;;;

He just wants to treat you better unlike the time when no one was there for him when he needed someone... Now that he eventually saw you as someone to rely on with his vulnerable side, he's not afraid to be there for you either. You were with him for this long...

there's no way he can just let you go after, wither because you know too much... or because he wouldn't want to move on like that.

Why does this keep reminding me of hubby headcanons- sometimes, Pavia is just going to call you "wife" teasingly, even if it may sound sincere and affectionate---

Ever calling him "husband" would make him get a lot of ideas - that I don't know where to start NDNDNDND- but well, not ingenious ideas surely/ih

Pavia be finding his way to put rings on your finger before kissing it whenever he sees the opportunity- seeing you fiddle around with rings on your finger makes him feel satisfaction and a sense of comfort that you appreciate things gifted by someone like him. His ways of getting rings are mysterious questions to fond out for another day - yey he would quickly know right away if a ring he buys is shady, cursed... maybe even dangerous. He'll immediately get rid of it it in the spot before it does anything to your beautiful finger-;;;

He'll absolutely call you by so many affectionate nicknames along with "wife", sometimes is either he cam just verbally express his affections or he wants to see you get flustered with whatever he would whisper on your ear as you hang clothes.

He'll often hold you as if you're really his woman, that even people around would mistake you as a real married couple--- he is not ashamed of PDA, so you'll often see how he would have an arm around your neck. Making the metal of his ring lightly brush on the nape of your neck. There are even times when he'll hold on to your waist from the side and pull you close to him so that you can feel your back touching his chest.

He'll give you a lot of kisses in so many ways- often greets you with a cheek kiss, kissing the back of your hand when holding it whenever you guys go out, kissing your neck when saying good night as you're both in bed, he'll even capture those lips of yours passionately just from craving yadditionally after going through awful stuff in life-- he's finally in a haven, it's almost like an addiction.

Pavia tends to notice how you don't usually vacuum the house or make any noise while doing chores when he's around, you at some point explain that you simply don't like disturbibg his peace when his daily life may not seem a quiet one. Give him a place of comfort to take a short rest.

That's it, I think he's already planning to put a REAL ring on you;;;--- Where have you been all this time, how come the universe didn't let you find him????

Man, he's mad, happy, and so in love.

"Oh Amore mio- Dove sei stata tutta la mia vita?" He be having this grin playing around the edges of his mouth as he says it, his cold rings creeping through your skin as he caresses your cheek with his knuckles.

There are times Pavia would take you on a day-off date where he can pamper you with a lot of food at a luxurious restaurant, buying anything you desire at some mall as well, whether you like it or not--- if you are the type to prefer quiet places- i don't even know how you even tolerate Pavia's nature as his lover- but i guess abandoned parks would do the trick for a picnic/ih

I feel like besides helping you financially, I like to think outside the box and consider... Would he like to spend time with you as he does house chores with you during a day-off?

I feel like he'll really have fun cooking with you. While you do prepare the stove or oven, I wouldn't be surprised if he is very good at chopping ingredients, cutting vegetables, tenderizing meat with a hammer, or make ground beef with the meat grinder as you watch him with a concerned smile...;;; He definitely would look like he is enjoying it too much-/ih

It would be endearing if he somehow manages to know recipes that he can teach you during his free time- maybe  like pasta.

If you happened to come out to find an interesting Italian ice cream recipe and ended up mastering it, Pavia would be looking like this boy peeking and lurking from the table counter as the mom is making some dessert- you sometimes have to gently get his hands off the pre-made Gelato so he doesn't try to taste it when it's not even frozen yet DJDBBDBD-

"Come on, mio amore- just a-one finger scoop-"😈 *gets his pinky swatted gently once again. "Bellaaaaaa-"😩

Pavia is the type of domestic partner who is a gelato connoisseur- like he literally suggested(well, more like complained...-) you once to buy a new fridge because he doesn't like the way how the refrigerator made the ice cream frozen hard instead of keeping the soft creamy texture--;;;

Over time, he starts to crave your attention and presence around him - often finding himself looking forward to come back and just eating dinner with you.... and well, watching you do things.

When he doesn't have to go to missions, he spends most of his time reading magazines, such on lollipops, and play with the wolves WHILE lurking at you quietly brushing the dust away from furniture, cleaning tables, knitting and mending clothes... and even in your sleep.

Sometimes he is weirded out whenever you sleep- yet he feels some tranquility from seeing your sleeping face... trying to not get too worried as he doesn't like the idea of people staying in a coma for 8 hours or more--- would be freaking waiting during those hours just to see you wake up confused as he asks you to make him coffee/ih

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{Spending time with the Wolves... the children 🥺}

The moments where Pavias comes back after a mission, he finds it very heartwarming when watching his s/o  also pampering and cherishing the wolves as well.

When feeding them, you seem to keep this habit of waking up early to prepare breakfast for Pavia and the wolves. Including lunchables before hand so you can quickly catch Pavia to give him a lunchbox before he departs(Pavia be teasingly thinking you'll cry if he could leave earlier than you can come prepared- but man, isn't that so cute of you???).

You always have a notepad where you jot down Pavia's preferences and each of the wolves' eating habits and whatever food that seem to intrigue them positively.

You never forget to clean the 5 children, even if the first attempts may be unbearable to handle--- you still manage to make them squaky clean at the end of the day for Pavia's surprise. Along with making sure their fur is brushed, get disgnosed indoors and learning how to give each wolf a good healthcare service as long as they're at home...

You and Pavia still wonder what makes Andrea have the tendency to drool everywhere, though--

You learn to love being active, which goes hand in hand with playing with the wolves... It's always having morning jogs with them-(well more like is for your leisure). For their leisure, you always make sure they don't fight each other when playing, so they get their turns when playing catching the disc/stick. Sometimes, even pass the ball together or have a dog walk....

Imagine having these late night walks. Your friends be wondering why you be walking at such late hours, until they realize about your canine companions your lover raises alongside you--- (technically having leashes on 5 huge, sharp-teeth wolves in hand, walking beside you and making any red flag strangers sweat in bullets- how fun/lh)

Pavia always reminds you to have at least 2-3 of your shared children with whenever you go out- "just to be safe"..-- no buts. 😭 At least he cares... in his own way 🥺🥲.

So yeah... Grocery shopping with Peter, Maleficent, and Tonika are usually calm and smooth - the others were also behaving like sweethearts in public places too, of course! These 3 just happened to be more memorable for certain reasons...

Meanwhile, Leon and Andrea are very good companions when doing very active trips like mountain climbing or hiking - I'm not sure if you're the type for that. If not, there's also strolling at the park or at a long bring as one option!

Knowing how you seem to call the wolves as "children" and even sure that they view you as a mother figure would get him to a heart seizure from the serotonin--- the family is whole now;;;; 😭🥺

But well I let you guys read at the end with one funny cute imagine; you all at a car ride to the beach. 5 dogs sticking out their tongues through the windows.

Look, if you both ever visit Italy with (Pavia as the impatient tour guide) that's what the road is like. Even if like 10 percent of Italians wear seat belts, Pavia rather keeps his sweetheart intact from any accidents;

Pavia be putting a lot of seatbelts on you and giving you lots of kisses on the forehead(as if assuring--) before DRIVING SO FAST OMG--- PAVIA, SLOW DOWN???;;;/ih

"Hold on tight, Bella- this will be a bumpy ride!!!" *cackles as he freaking takes sharp turns---*

Yep, you're definitely living a household with a pack of giant puppies wolves---

#r1999 pavia #r1999 x reader #r1999 #reverse: 1999 #pavia reverse 1999 #reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 x reader #pavia x reader

[henrysfedora]

@barbaro-supremacy this took me so long to write when i saved your ask to my drafts tumblr ate it. like, its gone, anyway

#13 "There's no shame in crying, I promise" - for henry/vito

from here

I'm sorry this took me so long but i hope it's decent, i hope you like it! i've tried this prompt so many times but i'm finally happy with this one so i hope you are too :) and if not well then.. shit lmao

this got long whoops - also forgive me if their dialogue sounds off. and we're post henry chop :) but he lived bitch.

Winter, of course when he had finally felt good enough to stand, to hold himself up right it was winter. Cold, barren streets and grey skies that blocked out the sun. He was sick of Empire Bay’s lack of colour, especially in this part of town, he was sick of the tapping of his cane, an object he realised was to stay by his side for the rest of his life and he wished that weren’t so. For the thing, the person, he wished to stay by his side forever, was the person he was about to apologise to. 

Oyster Bay, Marty’s old apartment, a place he wouldn’t have to visit if things went right.  

Henry knew, no matter how it would go he would see Joe after this, but right now he needed to see Vito. Henry knew he had failed the both of them, he knew that he could recognise the feeling by now, but he needed to talk to them each alone, to have their undivided attention once more, either for the final time or for one of the first of many more to come.   

He didn’t know how long he stood there for, at the start of the stairs, only a couple metres from Marty’s door, which was now Vito’s of course. Of course it was Vito’s, who got him stuck in the can with Brian? who ignored Marty? He looked up at the second set of stairs, soaked with rainwater and dripping onto the concrete below, his uncovered eye squinting when a drop of rain hit his cheek; his clothes were soaked and the smell of wet cotton filled his nose. He could’ve gotten a cab, but that would’ve meant a shorter trip and less time to think. Though now, he realises, he’ll have to walk through that door looking like a wet, lost dog. Pathetic, he thought. 

He grimaced when the tap of his cane was louder than he wished it was, he made his way up the stairs slowly, one at a time, when finally he stood in front of the door. And suddenly he felt as though he were back bleeding on the concrete again, it was hard to breathe and no matter how hard he tried to fight his throat kept constricting. His cane wobbled slightly, reaching for the door he tapped it - too soft the first time - so he did it harder: knock, knock, knock.  

Did he regret it already? He couldn’t.

He wiped his temple where he felt a raindrop trailing down it, quickly, positioning his arm by his side, calmly, balanced. 

A chain from the other side of the door tapped against the wooden frame, Henry knew he just had to breathe, no matter how hard that was when the door opened, and a man looked at him with eyes filled with sorrow and wear. There was no sunlight to lift that familiar dark shade of blue, none to make them shimmer, but there wouldn’t need to be sunlight if Joe were here instead.    

“Hey Vito..” A dull grey knife of agate on dark impenetrable walls of sapphire. 

“..Hey Henry.” Dark sapphires on the black cotton of a three piece suit that looked too alike to another, “What do you want?.. Jesus you’re soaked.” His voice was coarse. 

A ghost of a smile,  “Yeah. I just want to, talk.”

Silence. Was there ever a fear of silence, he wondered. There must’ve been. 

Vito nodded towards the living room down the hallway to which Henry slowly made his way in, his cane such a loud thing against the wooden flooring. It echoed off the walls and back into his ears as though thunder had occurred, it threatened to rupture his ear drums. Henry was surprised a little, the radio wasn’t on nor the TV, Vito must’ve been sleeping, that was whatever he did when, well whenever, whenever he could.    

When he turned around to look at Vito, he stood there still, turned away from him pressing the door closed. Henry’s thoughts were confirmed when he finally noticed Vito’s attire when he turned around, even when he throws things on to be presentable at the door, his heart aches. Simple slacks, a dress shirt that fitted him perfectly, its top buttons undone and collar wide, where smooth, unscathed skin used to be. 

“Well, what did you want to talk about, Henry?” 

Henry looked up from the now scarred and uneven skin, and his heart sank. Sapphires were finally on grey agate. He couldn’t meet both of Vito’s eyes like he used to be able to in the past, but that did not prevent him from admiring their beauty even if he could only view them with one eye.  

Well he thought Vito would know, “I wanted to talk about the deal.. About..” About what. About everything, about nothing, all of it, none of it. “About.. How you were right, it was a horrible idea.” 

Those sapphires looked away, “Well it was, Henry.”

“I understand that now Vito, I do..” 

Silence, once more, so familiar yet still so uncomfortable. 

“I get it, Vito.” Henry, shook his head in disbelief at himself, “I get it now.”  he did, he’d been thinking about it the whole walk here, he’d thought about it the entire time he was bed bound covered in bloody bandages and stitched up like a fucking child's toy.  

“Well you should’ve understood it before,” Vito shrugged, “before all of this, why didn’t you listen?” 

“I did listen..” Henry swallowed, he did.. but he ignored it, didn’t you, “I thought it would be fine in the end Vito. We deserved somethin’ good.”

Vito’s brows furrowed as he looked at Henry again, “Somethin’ good? What do you mean somethin’ good?” something fierce was etched into his eyes. 

“Money, Vito. You’re in this shithole, you deserve better than this, like you’ve always said, like you’ve always wanted, a place to call your own.”

“Money? and so what? You’d just been accepted into our family, Henry, was that not enough for you?” 

..it was enough, “But you two deserved more..”

“Henry that night was the best night me and Joe had had for weeks, we had everythin’ we wanted, we already had somethin’ good, we had you..” Vito stared, “And then you ruined it.” and Vito stared, “You pushed your luck.” 

His cane wobbled again, “I didn’t want to ruin it, Vito. I just wanted to do somethin’ good for you.. For you and Joe.”

Vito shook his head, “I thought you said this was all about business Henry and nothin’ to do with friendship.” Vito scowled, “Because you know that’s really what it feels like, that's what it felt like then.” 

“It isn’t just about business Vito, I know..” Henry repositioned his cane to regain his balance, “I.. care about you. And if I pulled this off you would’ve been able to get a new house or at least an apartment somewhere that was better than this..” 

“Well if you really cared about that Henry you would’ve listened!” 

“I did listen, Vito! I did! But-”

“No.” Vito stepped closer until he was looking down into Henry’s eye, “No more fuckin’ but’s, if you really cared Henry you would’ve listened and you would’ve thought, you would’ve really thought about what you were draggin’ us into.”

“I did.. I had been thinkin’ about it for weeks. Because this was supposed to be it Vito, somethin’ good, somethin’ great-” 

More creases were forming in Vito’s face, “All that time.” 

“I was doing somethin’ for you and Joe, Vito. Somethin’ that would repay you for what I’ve done.” 

Vito shook his head again, "You had all that time to think it through.."

"Yes and I thought about it in the back of my mind constantly Vito, I thought about it every night and every day because it had to be fuckin' good enough-"

“Stop it!” 

“No! I tried to repay you and Joe! And I still need to because I fuckin' failed! I have to.” Henry reasoned.

Vito balled his hands into fists, “You didn’t need to do anythin’! You don’t need to do anythin’!” 

“Well I clearly do! You said in it the car back during the deal, I've put you through so much shit, Vito, don't you think it’s about goddamn time I do somethin’ to make up for it? So let me!” 

Vito grabbed him by the arms, “You are enough Henry! Why don’t you get it?!” he shook him a little whether he meant to or not.

If it weren’t for the pain in Vito’s voice he wouldn’t have been able to tell he was crying through the blurriness of his own eyes. 

“It’s my fault you’re here, Vito. I just wanted to do somethin’ right for once.” god was it not already humiliating enough to have to apologise for his foolish behaviour, to cry in front of him too. He sniffed and straightened his posture, “How am I enough? When everything’s my fault?”   

“Because I love you you stupid fuck.” 

Henry wasn’t sure if he could still breathe. 

“And I’ve loved you from the beginnin’. And I forgive you, for everythin’. I do.” 

..no, he couldn’t. Henry covered his eye, wiping it with the back of his hand. How could he forgive him? After everything he’s done?

When he could just see clearly again he looked up at Vito who looked the same as him, tears falling down his face and meeting at his chin. He couldn’t recall if he’d ever seen Vito like this before, not just upset but completely heartbroken. 

Vito held out his arms. 

Henry let go of his cane, and then clung to him, "I fucked up I know, I know.” He held Vito around his shoulders as though there would never be anything to hold onto ever again. “I’m sorry,” as if he would never hold Vito again, “I’m a fuckin’ disgrace, a dishonourable son, that's what they would say.” he pulled back to wipe his tears.

Vito shook his head as he put his arms around Henry and pulled him close again, “There’s no shame in crying Henry, I promise..” his lips pressing into Henry's hair. "We aren't those guys."

Henry pulled away hesitantly and placed his forehead against Vito’s, “You were right.” he sniffed again, "And I'm not goin' to be this stupid ever again."

Vito smiled, “Good.”  

Henry couldn’t hold back a little laugh, it came with a smile.  

Vito's smile dwindled, "You can talk to us Hen, about anythin', anytime."

Henry nodded, more tears falling down his face, ones that Vito wiped away.

“Come on," he pat Henry on the arm gently, "let’s go see Joe, he'll understand too.” 

Vito's smile returned to its former glory and once more there was sapphire blue on grey agate, but this time those sapphires glimmered.

#im so sorry if this is too corny #am i going to regret posting this when i wake up #also i think it was @swiftcola who talked about henry having a cane originally #i do not remember but whoever said it henry with a cane is one of my favourite kinds of henny. i hope im allowed to use him #i added henry's name to the prompt i hope that isn't cheating lmao

[ingeokoi]

01｜Invisible Wings🍀 ...

Chapter one - Sports Day !!

2006/08/04

06:08 AM

The rain pounded against the windowpane, creating a soothing symphony that echoed through the quaint streets of the Zhongshan district in Taiwan.

Li Wei, an awkward and introverted high schooler, gazed out of her bedroom window, her eyes fixed on the rhythmic raindrops on the narrow streets below. Her suburban life in the outskirts of Taipei felt like a world away from the hustle and bustle of the city's heart.

The sound of her mother's voice cut through the cozy atmosphere, echoing from the kitchen.

"Wei! Breakfast is ready," her mother called the aroma of soy sauce and scallions wafting through the air from downstairs.

Li Wei stumbled over her own feet as she rushed to respond, managing to get tangled in her blankets along the way. Clumsiness seemed to be her constant companion, a fact that had earned her more than a few laughs from her friends.

Li Wei shuffled out of her room, a slight grogginess in her step. Her walls were adorned with a hodgepodge of soccer posters, a testament to her love for the game. Mixed among them were posters of her favorite K-drama stars, creating a unique collage of her interests. A slightly deflated soccer ball was tucked in the corner, a silent witness to countless backyard victories.

"Coming!" Li Wei called, finally untangling herself from her blanket cocoon.

She skidded down the stairs, her socks slipping on the smooth wooden surface, bounding down the stairs with all the grace of a caffeinated giraffe. Li Wei skidded into the kitchen, nearly bowling over her mother in the process.

"Li Wei, sweetie, slow down. I don't want you to end up in the emergency room before school even starts. You'll end up scoring a goal against yourself at this rate," her mother chided.

"Sorry, Mom, but Sports Day waits for no one!" Li Wei declared with a determined gleam in her eyes. Her mother chuckled, a twinkle in her eye. "The weather might have a different opinion, Li Wei. Perhaps you should focus on your studies instead of these small escapades," she said with a laugh, glancing at Li Wei's disheveled state, "and what on earth are you wearing!?" her mother said, placing a steaming plate of scallion pancakes in front of her daughter.

"A green tracksuit?" Li Wei struck a dramatic pose, hands on her hips. "The official uniform of the Rainy Day Soccer Olympics, Mom. Fashion meets function!"

Her mother sighed, a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Just make sure you don't end up looking like a drowned broccoli. And don't forget to eat something before you go."

Li Wei rolled her eyes playfully. "I promise, Mom, I'll come back looking like the trendiest vegetable in town."

As her mother continued with some motherly advice, Li Wei's eyes darted to the clock, widening in realization.

"Oh shoot! I'm late!"

In a flurry of activity, she grabbed a scallion pancake from the kitchen counter and attempted to devour it in record time. Her mother, witnessing the spectacle, couldn't help but chuckle. "Li Wei, slow down! You're going to choke."

But Li Wei, in her haste, ignored the warning, and suddenly the scallion pancake became a formidable opponent in the battle for breakfast supremacy. She coughed, sputtered, and then, in a classic comedic moment, let out a loud, exaggerated gasp. "Li Wei!" her mother exclaimed, a mix of concern and amusement in her voice. "Are you okay?"

Li Wei, still catching her breath, managed to compose herself. "Note to self: scallion pancakes are surprisingly rebellious." With that, she rushed out the door, leaving her mother shaking her head and laughing.

07:52 AM

"WHAT!?"

Li Wei screamed, her voice echoing through the crowded halls of their high school. Chen Mei, her bubbly and extroverted best friend, turned around, her laughter blending with the curious gazes of other students.

"What's got you screaming like you've seen a ghost, Li Wei?" Chen Mei chuckled, her perfectly styled hair cascading around her shoulders like a waterfall of silk. She was the epitome of girly charm, a stark contrast to Li Wei's more introverted and sporty demeanor.

Li Wei panted, trying to catch her breath. "Sports Day... I was so excited for Sports Day, and now I find out it's canceled?"

Chen Mei burst into laughter, the melodic sound drawing even more attention. "Oh, Li Wei, you really live in your own world, don't you? It got canceled hours ago because of the heavy rain. The announcement was everywhere."

.

.

.

"HUH!?"

Li Wei's eyes widened in disbelief. "I... I didn't know."

Chen Mei's eyes practically sparkled with excitement as she launched into a passionate rant, her words flowing like a waterfall of gossip.

"Li Wei, you seriously need to pay more attention! We have a group chat for heaven's sake. I was there discussing the cancellation drama, the outfits we were planning to wear, and oh, did you hear about Jin Li and-"

Li Wei tuned out, letting Chen Mei's animated chatter wash over her. She had long since mastered the art of navigating the seas of her friend's lively conversations. The all-girls school setting only seemed to amplify Chen Mei's girlish enthusiasm, and today was no exception.

"Can you believe Lisa wore the same dress as me to last week's assembly?" Chen Mei continued, her hands flying as if she were recounting an epic saga. "I mean, I practically picked that dress out for her last month, and then she goes and steals my thunder like that! It's like, seriously, get your own style!"

Li Wei nodded in agreement, even though she had no idea who Lisa was or what the assembly dress debacle entailed. Chen Mei was on a roll, and Li Wei had become accustomed to riding the waves of her friend's expressive monologues.

"And then," Chen Mei exclaimed, her voice reaching a crescendo, "I realized I wasn't even in the group chat when they were discussing the cancellation. Can you believe the audacity? Like, how dare they make decisions without consulting the fashion guru of the school?"

Li Wei couldn't help but smirk. Chen Mei's theatrics always had a way of lightening the mood. Amid the hallway chaos, her friend's voice morphed into a loud and exaggerated "BA-GAWK!" Li Wei's eyes widened as the chicken sounds reverberated through the hall.

"Wei?" Chen Mei's voice echoed, concern replacing the usual chicken clucks. "WEI!!!" she called out louder, trying to snap Li Wei out of whatever trance had befallen her.

But Li Wei lost in her delusional poultry world, could only respond with a strange, strained expression. "Buck... buck... ehehehe," she uttered, the weird chicken-like noises escaping her lips, much to the confusion of onlookers.

Chen Mei, now more bewildered than ever, tried to make sense of the situation. "Li Wei, snap out of it! And what's with that look on your face?" She asked concerned.

DING-DING-DING

07:58 AM

As the bell rang, signaling the beginning of another tedious class, Li Wei found herself walking into the lion's den - also known as her homeroom. The annoying trio of girls, known for their knack for drama and a penchant for unnecessary cruelty, immediately zeroed in on her.

Entering the classroom, Li Wei could feel the weight of their judgmental gazes before they even said a word. She took a deep breath, trying to brace herself for whatever was about to unfold.

"Look who decided to grace us with her presence - the human embodiment of a fashion disaster," sneered Mei-Ling, the ringleader of the trio. With her perfectly coiffed hair and a perpetual air of superiority, Mei-Ling fancied herself the queen bee of the class.

Beside her, Jing-Yi and Yu-Hua, her loyal minions, snickered in agreement. Jing-Yi, with her haughty demeanor, and Yu-Hua, always ready to echo Mei-Ling's sentiments, completed the trifecta of annoyance.

Li Wei clenched her jaw, determined not to let their words get to her. She walked to her seat, head held high, ignoring the malicious whispers that followed her like a shadow.

Mei-Ling, however, wasn't one to be ignored. "Nice tracksuit, Li Wei. Did you mistake our school for a soccer field? Or maybe you're just trying to prove you're the tomboy no one asked for."

The classroom erupted into stifled laughter, and Li Wei felt the heat rising to her cheeks. The trio continued their onslaught of taunts, each word cutting deeper than the last.

"Why don't you try wearing something feminine for once? You might actually look like a girl," Jing-Yi added with a condescending smirk.

Yu-Hua, always ready to contribute her two cents, chimed in, "Li Wei, darling, it's called a makeover. You should consider one." Li Wei, though hurt by their words, remained silent. She focused on her notebook, determined to endure the storm of cruelty with a semblance of dignity. The trio, reveling in their perceived victory, continued their tirade until the teacher entered the classroom.

08.00 AM

The classroom fell into a hush as the door swung open, revealing their homeroom teacher, Miss Lin, adorned in a stunning pink dress that seemed to defy the drabness of the classroom. The collective gasp of the students echoed as their eyes widened at the unexpected sight.

Li Wei couldn't help but marvel at the transformation. The usually reserved and stern Miss Lin had metamorphosed into someone straight out of a romance novel cover. The class, captivated by the sudden burst of color and elegance, erupted into a chorus of whispers and giggles.

"Is it just me, or did Miss Lin just walk out of a fashion magazine?" Jing-Yi mumbled to Mei-Ling, their initial mockery forgotten in the face of the teacher's unexpected glamour.

Li Wei found herself intrigued by the newfound mystery of Miss Lin's attire. The teacher, who usually blended into the background of their mundane classroom, now stood at the center of  attention, radiating a different kind of confidence.

The daring question hung in the air, poised to break the suspense. Li Wei's classmates, emboldened by the unusual scene, couldn't resist. Hands shot up like eager flowers craving sunlight.

"Miss Lin, you look amazing! What's the occasion?" asked one curious student. The teacher, usually composed, blushed under the collective gaze of the class. "Oh, well, um, I have a date tonight," she stammered, a shy smile playing on her lips.

The class erupted into excited chatter. Miss Lin, caught off guard by the sudden interest in her personal life, tried to steer the conversation back to the lesson. However, the students were relentless in their pursuit of romantic details.

"Who's the lucky person?" someone shouted.

Miss Lin laughed nervously, glancing around the room. "It's, uh, someone special. Now, let's focus on today's lesson, shall we?"

As the teacher attempted to regain control of the classroom Li Wei looked outside the window lost in thought. The window was opened letting a warm breeze touch her skin.

'10 days left until I graduate from this school,' Li Wei pondered as she places her restless head on her arms.

"AHHHHHHHHH!!! OMG LOOK OUTSIDE THE WINDOW!!! IT'S WENBIN!!" a girl shouts. "WHO'S HE WITH? DOES THAT GIRL GO HERE??" another girl shouts with jealousy. The whole class erupts into squeals, and they all rush to the window. Mei Ling and her gang shove Li Wei off her chair and start to fangirl along with the rest.

"Wenbin, do you think this is a good idea? That because we don't have a field in our school it doesn't mean that we're allowed to used the girls academy as a place to practice... We might get caught" Brian says in panic.

"Hello???? All this guy is good at is ignoring... I'm leaving," Kevin says until he suddenly noticed something. "WAIT! Why am I the only one wearing girls clothes!?" he said while frantically tucking his skirt.

Wenbin looks at Kevin and smirks, "You were persistent and insisted. People are going to think I forced you when I didn't." He let's out the biggest laugh when he looked at him. "You could pass as a student in this school," Wenbin added.

"Oh really?" Kevin said ever so flattered.

"HEY YOU!! NO MALES ALLOWED IN THE SCHOOL PREMISE!!" a voice was heard from the distance. It was the school principle.

"and aren't you supposed to be in class, young lady!" he says looking at Kevins direction. And Kevin got offended and looked at him about to open his mouth, but Wenbin covered his mouth.

"Oh sorry, I was just dropping off my sister to class because she slept in," Wenbin says and he gave the look to Kevin so that he can play along, because their plan could be ruined. Things were going as planned for them.

'As much as I'm offended this could actually work, just how we planned it. I get into the school and ask the school if they could let my "big brother" train in their football field, easy as that." He thought to himself with a big cringe aross his face.

"Okay!!!" he said out loud to himslef by accident showing the "OK" sign with his fingers. He noticed the principle looking at him weirdly and he quickly adjusted his voice. "I mean... Okay!" He says in a more girly and femanine voice.

"Okay bye big brother, I'll see you later!" he said with a mischivous grin.

"See you later sis!" Wenbin says with a knowing smile, "Make sure to get the keys," he whispered in his ears and later waved with a big fake smile plastered on his face, and started running back the opposite direction.

To be continued...

What will happen to Kevin??

#Invisible Wings

[sluttsumu]

STILL MAD AT ME?

pairing: iwaizumi x f!reader

warning(s): 18+, car sex, fingering, oral sex

wc: 1.8k

a/n: minors dni, something light for my not so kinky ppl, also chase atlantic supremacy

After a long day of running errands with Hajime, you were still mad at him. The two of you barely talked for two days, and when you did it was usually one word answers. Sitting in a car with him felt insufferable you wanted nothing to do with him. As he was driving to what you thought had been home you just looked out the window — watching the raindrops race — before the car stoped, but not at home.

“Hajime—” You began hesitantly, unaware of your surroundings. He looks up from his phone at the mention of his name.

“Where are we? This looks like the middle of no where” Looking out the window frantically you realize you were in a small, empty parking lot right outside of Tokyo, close enough for the beauty of the city lights to bestow on the two of you.

“The middle of no where? Mmm you don’t say” His sarcastic remark made your blood boil slightly, after all it was Iwaizumi, would it really be him without the sarcasm? His eyes returned to his phone before a song started to play on the car speakers.

“Come.” He says unbuckling his seat belt, relocating to the back seat.

You had so many questions running through your head mainly, what the hell was happening? You look down at his phone to see a song playing “Right here by Chase Atlantic (slowed)” the replay icon was on. You turn to look at him sitting there waiting for you, he raised an eyebrow silently asking “you coming?”. Opening the car door you felt a gust of wind and the light rain hit you before joining him in the back seat.

He glanced at you, rubbing his hand up and down his thigh. It was clear he wanted you to straddle him, but you still being upset with him, you didn’t want to give him what he wanted.

“Do I need to say it?” He said not even turning to look at you. Tired of him, you give in and sat in his lap.

“Happy now?” You spit harshly, but his lips contort into a smile leaving you confused.

“Princess” He begins now placing his hands on your back, under your shirt. The cold temperature from the silver rings that he wore on his middle and ring finger shock your skin though his touch being delicate.

“I know you’re still mad at me, but I brought you out here to make it up to you” His eyes were up to no good, and you could tell that by the way they stare back into yours.

“How so Hajime?” Your tone was direct, refusing to waver at his expense.

“Well—” He began once more

“You’re so tense and part of me wants to toy with that, plus you look like you need a stress reliever” His lips now found their way to your neck, his favourite spot. Kiss after kiss your body heat had increased. You weren’t sure if it was from anger, or arousal but honestly the two sound good together.

“Stop.” Your breath had trembled slightly, you squirmed in the seat of his lap for his arms to only become tighter around you restricting more movement. It was clear that he had no intention of letting you go.

“Why? You seem to like this” He says between kisses, you were mad that he was right but non the less you kept a poker face.

“I love that” He smiles, you shoot him a confused look

“You trying to keep a straight face only makes me want to see who’s gonna win this little game of ‘who breaks first’” His face arose from the crook of your neck to face you once more, just silently gazing at one another it was obvious that the tension was thick enough to cut through. Leaning in he breaks the silence.

“You couldn’t reject me even if you tried” His face grew closer to the point where your lips were just touching. You wanted to lean in so bad but a sliver of your pride was standing in the way of that.

“Just give in and kiss me, you can’t be mad forever” His lips spoke onto yours. Human needs are human needs. And you craved, no needed to kiss him.

“Hajime.” You couldn’t resist any longer, lightly you place your lips on his before pulling back and crashing your lips into his melting them together.

His mouth explored yours, before going deeper into a sea of lust and other love driven emotions. Your body felt as if it was on fire, as if everything it had craved for was being given. Not removing your lips from his you take off your sweater leaving you now in a tank top. Your hands hold the side of his face in hopes to deepen the intimacy. His hand go from your back to your ass, gripping it hard causing you to wince quietly. The two of you pull away, panting.

“Mmm” He chuckles looking at you with nothing but lustful eyes

Suddenly you feel as if you’re falling, when in reality its just Hajime putting the seat back. He flips you over for him to now be on top. He starts sucking on your neck, leaving hickeys and bite marks before moving down. He pulled up your tank top to reveal your bare chest, he begins to suck on your nipples swirling his tongue on one while slightly pinching the other. His knee managed to get in between your legs pushing slightly on your clit. Your chest began to rise and fall quicker due to the oxytocin flooding your brain, light kisses were planted down your body as he made his way down to your stomach then hips, then thighs. Before you knew it he was in between them.

“If I take these off will I find you soaked for me?” He asked placing his hand on the waistband of your sweat pants. Your head was all over the place leaving him without an answer. In one swift motion he took off your pants leaving you in soaked panties.

“Guess I was right” He smirked slyly, he slips off your panties effortlessly, placing your legs on his shoulders and hooking his toned biceps around your thighs.

“i wanna feel you dripping on my tongue, down my fingers, and around my cock” Now face to face with your sex he looks at up you with hungry eyes before kissing your clit - teasing the bundle of nerves. No hesitation he starts stuffing his face in between your thighs.

“Ah-!” Your legs twitched at the sudden attention as he ran his tongue along your folds, and sucked on your clit harshly. Light breathless moans escape your lips as you run your fingers through his wavy locks, grazing his scalp.

“Mhmm” He mumbles onto you sending vibrations through the lower half of your body. You felt a sudden feeling of fullness and a new source of pleasure to feel him fingering you slowly. The lewd noise of his fingers going in and out of you with his tongue all over your cunt drove you mad.

“T-there” You swallowed “Right there”

Not stoping he continues your request now curling his fingers inside you to properly hit you g-spot. Your core felt as if it was about to break, a tight feeling in your stomach let you know your high was coming. Iwaizumi noticed by the way you started to squirm that you were at your peak therefore; he started to move his fingers faster putting you over the edge. You moaned loudly as your walls clenched around his fingers, riding out orgasm till the very end. Still sensitive he pulled out his fingers, sucking your slick off of them.

“So sweet.” He laps up every last drop off you before licking his lips.

The sound of his belt buckle echoed in the car as he slipped his pants off to reveal himself harder than ever. He starts to palm himself through his boxers, grunting lowly. He pull you by your legs closer to him causing your back to slide abasing the smooth leather under you. He pulls down his boxers to reveal a toned v line leading down to one thing you currently craved. He ran his cock up and down your sensitive folds slightly teasing before positioning himself right at your entrance before bending over to whisper in your ear.

“You can’t leave me, you know why?” You could hear his grin just by the way he spoke

“Why” You answer hesitantly

“Because no one will ever fuck you you this good” He says slipping himself in unexpectedly, he begins to thrust slowly causing you to make inaudible noises at the pleasure. He brought his head into the crook of your neck sucking, licking, and biting it. You throw your head back, placing one hand around his neck which makes way to his back slightly digging your nails into the muscles while the other cups the back of his head bringing his face deeper into your neck.

“Fuck fuck fuck, Hajime” His strokes were consistent, and deep hitting every spot.

“Still mad at me?” He mumbles into your neck, you tried to answer no but it came out as a moan instead.

“Say I’m not mad anymore” He coos in your ear

“I’m not mad anymore” You barely manage to answer him

“I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you for almost two days, I won’t do it again” He says for you to repeat; this was his form of payback, knowing it would be difficult for you to answer him

“I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you for almost two days—“You begin

“And I won’t do it again” You let out almost losing your breath

Your mouth was left open as the words you tried to mutter wouldn’t come out. Your legs go weak and buckled around his hips. The rain had picked up outside only adding more to the atmosphere. Music and moans had filled up the car as the windows quickly fogged over due to the humidity from inside.

“God you feel so good” He growls lowly once again you felt that core in your stomach about to break - you were so close. His speed increased leaving you a moaning mess. He placed his hand under your neck, propping up your head.

“Cum for me, I wanna see the face you make when you drip all over me” Your legs began to shake as the knot in your stomach broke once more. You moaned loudly at your release as he fucked you through it, Iwaizimi was about to finish his thrust became sloppy as small moans escaped his lips. He grunts lowly cuming inside you, fucking his cum into your sloppy cunt.

This night taught you two things - don’t ignore your boyfriend and Chase Atlantic sounds better slowed.

sluttsumu 2021

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu iwaizumi #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi hq #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime x you #iwaizumi hajime smut #iwaizumi scenarios #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #aoba johsai #hajime iwaizumi #hajime iwaizumi smut #hajime iwaizumi x you #hajime iwaizumi x reader

[anarchopuppy]

Skills for Revolutionary Survival: 10. A Brief Introduction to Disaster Preparedness - Indigenous Anarchist Federation

With all of the horrors of the past year, the devastation wreaked by environmental disasters like hurricanes and wildfires have faded from the broader cultural consciousness. We ignore these threats at our own peril. As the climate crisis grows more dire, severe flooding, calamitous storms, and vast fires will become an inescapable fact of life, like mosquitoes coming out in summertime. Nearly half of all Americans will be exposed to some environmental hazards over the next thirty years. At their mildest, these events will disrupt utilities (especially power and water), delay emergency services, and interrupt supply chains for several days; at their most severe, they can force you from your home, lay waste to the built environment, and render life, as you have lived it, unrecognizable. The time to prepare is now; when you feel the heat of a wildfire on the back of your neck or hear the first raindrops of the oncoming storm, it is too late.

Disaster preparedness is a ripe opportunity for planting the seeds of community solidarity and mutual aid, which might one day sprout into the kind of dual power and interdependence necessary to challenge the supremacy of the State. Get to know your neighbors, if you have not already. Share your plans with them, and encourage them to make their own preparations. Form the foundation of a network of support that can come together after a calamity to share supplies, search for survivors, and rebuild. The spontaneous “disaster communism” that emerges in the wake of crises can be the beginning of a real movement. Mutual Aid Disaster Relief is a priceless resource for anyone seeking more information on how to form networks and what you can do to help.

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#mutual aid #natural disasters #climate crisis #anarchism #indigenous #practical #not gardening

[tigerandthemagpie]

[prompt from @mathematicallyinsignificant - i want jim to have to apologize.]

"Sebastian!" Jim called, hurrying forward at an undignified pace, somewhere between a walk and a jog. Small raindrops spilled onto his face, the beginnings of a storm brewing up in the heavens. The sniper took the stairs up to the navy front door of their Mayfair flat two at a time, leaving Jim to struggle behind.

"Sebastian."

The front door slammed shut behind them, blocking out a gust of cool evening air. The bulky figure in front of Jim kept moving forward, dropping his jacket on the floor without a word. Jim didn't stop to pick it up, mouth tightening in warning. "I said, Sebastian. Hold on, will you?" Annoyance and breathlessness battled for supremacy in his voice; the other man had kept up his very brisk pace all the way from the parking garage to the flat, and Jim's legs just weren't as long as his.

Sebastian kept moving away and he kept following, past the living room and through the hallway. His silence was glaringly loud as he pushed their bedroom door open, and Jim's heart skipped a beat to see him heading straight for their closet. Panic made his voice high and flippant. "Don't be ridiculous. You have to know I wasn't actually considering it."

"Do I."

Two words were all it took for the enormity of the situation to impress itself. Sebastian's voice was deep and crisp and cold, and Jim recognized, now, the calculating stillness that took hold of his sniper in those life-or-death situations he chased so ardently.

Sebastian hadn't been fuming on the way back. He'd been thinking.

"I-- yes, of course you do." Jim's voice came out uncertain, though, as the closet doors were slid open and he yanked out a beaten-up leather suitcase with airport tags still attached.

The dialogue of possible ways to assuage his partner's anger in Jim's head stopped mid-sentence, like a switch had been flipped. "Moran." He hissed, his own brand of cold calculation taking over from the much less useful blind panic that had washed over him moments ago.

"Stop that right now. You're doing something I promise you're going to dearly regret in the future. I wouldn't have actually handed you over as part of the exchange, that would have been idiotic in the extreme--"

"Bad for business, yeah." Sebastian's voice rose slightly as he started piling garments into his luggage, movements steady and controlled. "Yeah, see, I thought so too, but then I remembered hearing my name coming from your office real early this morning, along with the others'. Big shots, a lot of our dependable allies. Then, I figured you were acting pretty weird last night, too. You were on me right as I got in, wrangling me into bed and then slinking out after. Y'know, down to your office. Sloppy of you, Jimmy. Really obvious, since you've been ignoring me for months now. And we both know," here a burst of fire broke into Sebastian's steely voice, "That you don't plan on sticking around that much longer. So I guess it probably doesn't matter much if your old henchman gets handed over to the Iceman, if it gets you a chance at Sherlock Fucking Holmes."

Jim crossed the room and sent the suitcase tumbling to the floor, not backing down when Sebastian rounded on him. His dark eyes were wide and wild, hair disarrayed from the wind outside. "You don't understand."

He braced his forearm against Sebastian's chest and pushed with all his strength, balls of his feet digging into the carpet. The larger man didn't slam against the wall so much as brush up against it, pushing back against Jim immediately. His hands encircled Jim's upper arms bruisingly tight. "Motherfucker," the blonde spat, and yes, finally, something other that damning calm.

"Will you just-- listen to me, you stupid animal-" Jim cut off as Sebastian shoved him away, managing to clear a good four feet. Nearly vibrating with frustration, Jim's first instinct was to go for the knife tucked up his left sleeve, but that wouldn't help anything at all.

Sebastian grabbed an armful of shirts and brushed past Jim to shove them in the suitcase before zipping it shut. He was really ready to leave.

"Seba..." Jim's voice caught, unbidden, in his throat. His fingers were trembling with a mix of anger, adrenaline, and suppressed fear. He couldn't believe he was allowing this to happen. "Stop it."

Hunched over the bed, Jim couldn't see his face, but for just a moment, Sebastian paused. Jim could see his fingers tighten on the handle, on the bottom. The moment stretched on for hours.

"For some reason, I really did trust you, Boss. Thought you were the real thing. Thought, you know, it was us against the shitty world instead of just me." He shook his head, still not facing Jim. "I should've known better, after all these years."

The last lights of evening shone through the large windows, pale and blue and fading. They illuminated the back of Sebastian's sweater as he left, diamond-shaped patterns stretching across a broad back Jim knew well.

His feet carried him after the retreating figure again, this time without hurry, without conscious thought. "Will you," he began again, voice tired and quiet as they reached the entryway again, "Will you please."

He took a quick step forward and reached out with a cold hand, pressing it against Sebastian's wrist. Not grabbing or pulling, just a steady pressure, and it was this that finally stopped him. Whether out of surprise or something else, Sebastian turned to face him. A meaningless little burst of hope erupted behind his ribcage. It made what he needed to say more manageable.

Still. His traitorous heart pounded in his ears. "It would have been shitty for business, yes, but worse for me. You were on the list, but it wasn't you I listed as my right hand man. It was Kiffe. And dozens of people before you. Holmes knows you're involved, that was unavoidable, but not how deeply."

Sebastian's grip on the handle loosened. "You never should've started this bloody game with him in the first place."

"Maybe not." Jim shrugged, tilting his head to the side. "Too late now. It'll be over soon enough, like you said--"

"So I should just leave now, and save myself the heartache--"

"Will you SHUT UP FOR A MOMENT? Moran! I'm leaving London, not the fucking mortal plane! And I want you to come with me."

Sebastian's eyebrows furrowed, his mouth dropping open. Jim unwound his fingers from the hated suitcase, relishing the thunk it made against the hardwood. He took a deep breath. There were a lot of things that were called for tonight that he wasn't comfortable saying, but anything was better than this. "I know I've been avoiding you." He murmured, running his finger tips up Sebastian's inner wrist.

"Leaving you to figure out what's happening by yourself. It hasn't been easy, but I- shouldn't have."

Sebastian looked disbelieving. Actually, he looked he was having a mild stroke. Jim's mouth quirked. "I came to a conclusion last night. That's all. That's why I pulled you into bed and had my wicked way with you, not as a distraction. And because I hadn't had anything to do with you for weeks." Jim pressed himself against the taller man's chest, arms wrapping around his neck. Automatically, Sebastian's own arms came up around him, though his eyes were still stormy. "I know what I owe you. I know what you owe me. I want you with me, after London. What do you say?"

Sebastian scoffed, breath puffing against Jim's mouth. "I think you should have definitely told me all this shite earlier. What else was I supposed to think?" His hands moved from Jim's sides down to his hips. Jim, flooded with relief, closed his eyes. "And of course I'll come with you. Anywhere."

#drabble #sherlock #mormor #jim moriarty

[midnight-moth]

Ok I finished my vday card. I am pretty happy with how it turned out. My favorite part is Rain’s hand and arm. It looked like a deformed blob for like an hour and then all of a sudden turned into the most realistic body part I’ve ever drawn. And yes your honor, they are in love

#the band ghost #ghost #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost fanart #ghostbc #ghost fanart #rain ghoul #raindrop supremacy #sodo ghoul #water ghoul #rain x sodo #fire ghoul #nameless ghouls #procreate #digital art #midnight moth draws

[george-fabian-weasley]

George Weasley — 5th December

Summary:  You read him a poem as he laid on your chest, loving the sound of your voice.

Words: 1,870 words

Warnings: Major Fluff, I Blushed So Hard so You Shall Too, George Weasley Supremacy 2.0, Makes You Wish You Can Shift Sooner So You Could Have This Moment With Him, So Floofy It Hurts Physically

Disclaimer: S i g h. I am just so in love with this man. The way I blushed so hard through this entire thing is obvious enough I will never love someone as much as I love this 6′3 ginger dork. Ooh, also the poem is mine, I wrote it thinking of George fdhfhjks I’m actually so so nervous to show you guys my poem so I really hope you enjoy it!

“Hey, flower,” George greeted you as soon as he walked in your dorm, seeing you leaning against your headboard, scribbling onto your notebook. He hadn’t seen you at all today, and your friends had told him you had called in sick, so right after dinner, he snuck some leftover food and went straight to your dorm.  

“Hello, mysterious handsome man,” You teased and laughed at him narrowing his eyes playfully at you. “How’s your fever, love?” He asked as he walked closer, giving you a sweet forehead kiss. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his lips on your skin, sighing in content, “Much better since Madam Pomfrey gave me some potions to drink. They were ghastly, to be honest.” 

George chuckled at your fake vomiting, slightly relieved that you were still his same, silly flower. 

He sat at the edge of the bed, right beside you as he held a tray of leftover food he had picked out, there were cauldron cakes, chocolate frogs, gummy worms, and a bowl of mushroom soup, which when you saw the thick creamy food you gasped, “They had mushroom soup today?!”

The next couple of hours were spent with you and him eating together in bed, you listening to his day today, Fred and Lee had tried to convince him to put some explosive powder into your mushroom soup earlier—you gasped in mock offense—luckily he said no, not wanting to be accidentally murdered in his bed at midnight—you nodded in agreement, he laughed—and the two friends wished you well. 

You instantly snatched the bowl and groaned at the taste of the soup on your tongue. George chuckled, “Yeah, reckon you would like a bowl of ‘em in bed.”

“You’re kidding? I would love to have it in bed, blimey you’re the best boyfriend ever, thank you, Georgie.” You gushed as you gave him a big wet kiss on his cheek, which he laughed loudly at.

And you told him about yours, about how ghastly this morning was that you had woken up in cold sweats and practically had to crawl out of your bed to call your friend for help—he was frowning so hard—and Madam Pomfrey had visited you twice during the day, giving you some potions and brought you some food to regain your energy—George planned to surprise Madam Pomfrey with sweets the next day as a thank you—and you spent the rest of your day writing.

“What were you writing? Another poem?” George asked, he had known you had a passion for writing ever since you were little. It doesn’t matter what kind of writing it was, you do everything. From poetry to short stories to even some of Hogwart’s news articles, you love everything there is about writing. Even songwriting, George had to close his mouth manually when he found out you could actually compose songs and sing, he thought he’s had enough reasons to love you as it is when turns out there are more and he’s more pleased to discover all of them over time with you.

“You’re right, actually. I missed you a lot today, so I wrote it for you,” You said with a small smile, eyes tearing away from George shyly. 

George had sworn his heart stopped beating for like 5 seconds.

“For me? Really?” He whispered in awe, his smile widening at your blushing cheeks. George was absolutely sure his face was the same hue as his hair at the moment, but his heart was leaping in too much joy to actually care. Seeing you before him trying to hide your heavy blush and trying so hard to contain a big grin with your teeth on your bottom lip had his whole knees weak. You looked mad adorable and all George wished to do at the moment was shrink you into pocket-sized and keep you in his pocket forever.

“I-I mean, no one has written me poems before…” He trailed off, his hand brushing the nape of his neck, feeling extremely giddy and extremely happy. He was usually the one who made you this way, blushing and stuttering, but when it’s your turn, he almost died out of heart attack each time.

“Well, you’re going to be surprised when I tell you that every love poem I’ve written, I thought of you.” You said, rolling your eyes playfully at his widened eyes, flushed cheeks, with a giddy grin on his lips.

There it is; the heart attack.

“Well I would love to hear you read it for me—excuse me, madam, coming through,” He said, shuffling on the bed closer to you, laying between your legs, his back on your chest and his head on your shoulder perfectly; as if your body was molded solely to hold him this way, and George wouldn’t agree more. You laughed as he finally leaned onto you, sighing in content as he did. You pulled the blanket so it could drape the both of you perfectly, and you leaned your cheek to his forehead. 

“Alright, but warning, it’s very very mushy,” You warned, and he smiled a bit wider, “All the more reasons to read it then.” 

You reached the leather brown notebook at your other side, flipping the page easily to where you want it due to the lilac feather quill resting between the tea-colored pages, acting as a bookmark.

Your arm beside George rested on his head, massaging his scalp gently as he liked it. George hummed in content as he leaned onto your neck, feeling very comfortable. The warmth from your body behind him and the heavy blanket draped across you both felt so comfortable that he didn’t want to move, ever.

“This is the first poem, I call it 5th December,” You said, and George opened his eyes, “Why 5th December? Isn’t that like, 10 days ago?” You chuckled, “Yeah, I first wrote it then, but I finished it today.” George hummed in understanding, “Go on then.”

“I’m not very good at reciting poems, so excuse me if it doesn’t sound right.” You said and George dramatically sighed, “You’re stalling, love. And even if you say it most horribly, I’ll still love it because you wrote it.”

“Aww, Georgie,” You cooed, kissing his forehead causing him to crack a smile. “Okay, okay, here it goes.” You said and George had his eyes on the notebook you’re holding, scribbles of black lines and paragraphs filled every page.

“Awh, darling.” George cooed and kissed your cheek, causing you to stifle a giggle before going back into reciting mode.

“If you ask what my birthday wish was,

I simply could not tell you because

I don’t wanna say it’s wanting you with me laying down the grass

Together at night with the company of the stars.”

As you read the words, George found himself getting flutters in his stomach. He was so focused now, wanting to hear more of your voice and this poem combined, because to him, there is no such beauty that could compare. All that matters to him as of that moment, was you.

“If you ask what my falling star wish was

I shall simply shake my head just because

It’s hard to describe wanting you by my side each and every night

Taking your hand in mine and waking up with you next in line.”

You looked at him, and George was already looking at you with full adoration. He looked so mesmerized and amazed, you smiled at this; how adorable. You closed the notebook, you had already memorized every line as you had read it over and over for the past day, getting butterflies in your heart as you thought of George every time. With your eyes on him, your soft voice recited the poem again.

“If you ask what my new year’s wishlist was

I would simply put my lips together because

I couldn’t tell you it’s wanting to travel the world with you

And just try together everything new and spend time with you.”

George was in a trance. The beautiful words you crafted together were meant just for him. The poem you shared with him was because of you thinking about him. At that moment, George had thought of something he never would’ve thought during his past relationships. 

“If you ask what my clover wish was

I would just laugh and tell you no because

I wish to touch every inch of you every second with all my will

For your lips against mine, I shall need no happy pill.”

He wanted to spend his entire life with you, and no one else but you. He wanted to live with you, to be with you during thick and thin. Because… Because he loves you.

As you finished it, you gave him a gentle smile. There was a silent moment from the both of you, the only sound was the raindrops outside the window, the rhythmic splatter of water was therapeutic, to say the least.

“And if you ask, why won’t you tell me anything of you wished for

Let’s talk about it over a nice cup of tea just brewed

I shall say with the love in my eyes a secret till forevermore

That if I simply say it to you, then none of them would come true.”

You took your time to look at George’s face. Sometimes you had marveled at the fact that you could get this ridiculously beautiful man to be yours, to like you for who you are, to accept each and every quirk you have without any feeling of annoyance or disgust by them. 

This ridiculously beautiful man, with lush and soft ginger hair, light colored long eyelashes, the stunning color of brown for eyes, and peach-hued freckles decorating his face like footsteps of an elegant ballerina on stage.

“I am so lucky,” Was all George could breathe out as he leaned upwards, engulfing you into a passionate kiss. George loved every single moment when he kisses you, your lips are nicotine at its best, and he would drop everything to be an addict, an slave for you; for thousands of eternities if he could.

His hands had found the back of your neck, pulling it closer to his direction, deepening the kiss. You closed your eyes to relish the moment, your hands already found their place at each side of his jawline, hungrily pulling him closer to you.

When you pulled away, your lips were ghosting each other, his hard breaths hit your swollen lips softly. “What exactly are you lucky for, Weasley?” You breathed out, still panting softly, the smile on your lips grew as it mirrored the lovestruck smile on his lips.

He kissed your nose, and the rosy cheeks returned, “For you, for the poem, for you reading the poem, for you writing the poem while thinking of me,” You giggled and he joined with a chuckle, a soft smile on his face, “For everything. I love you, my flower.”

“I love you too,” you bit your lips, trying your hardest to contain a smile, “If this is what I get after reading you a poem then do you wanna hear the second one?” George laughed loudly; happy and content just being there with you.

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[petewentzisblack1312]

does it change how u feel about him? /gen

oh absolutely not, i just know theres a lot of people who feel a quarter black isnt black enough, and itll make it harder to get through to those weirdos who are like trying to reinvent blood quantas because i guess they think this time itll work. here in the caribbean were way less strict about ancestry because the entire region is one huge melting pot of indo-, sino- and afro-caribbean people along with european ancestry so technically the largest ethnic group is mixed but we mostly call ourselves black. its weird to me because like, we acknowledge the fact that there is a generational trauma to blackness EXCEPT for whitepassing people.

like they obviously experience a privilege and it is definitely a distinct privilege from colorism but imo while its an advantage to have the choice to reject and dismiss your ancestry and family in exchange for an easier life that doesnt exactly sound like a white experience, yk? i feel like its more complicated than "you look white therefore you are white" and i dont get the black american obsession with gatekeeping blackness. i fully understand we dont want anymore rachel dolezals, believe me, but as someone who, despite being fully black, has been gatekept from blackness, i think its a bigger problem when people who are black are denied their own identity and experience. like why are you telling us certain activities are whites only? why are you segregating us on the white mans behalf?

i remember this girl, she was lightskin and had type 3 hair, asking what bonnets are for on tiktok, and she didnt speak aave, and it was really obvious to me that she was either neurodivergent or just didnt have much experience with other black people. but people saw her immediately as someone who resented her blackness and not someone whos experience with blackness is different to theirs asking a genuine question. she got a lot of hate from people telling her she was being condescending and she eventually responded with a video, holding back tears, explaining that she lived in alaska and moved around a lot and tiktok was basically her only access to her community.

like i think theres a conversation to be had about whitepassing privilege and about the privilege of "acting white" or "sounding white" as someone who has the latter, but these are not the same thing as being white. i definitely grew to resent my blackness but it wasnt because i felt superior, it was because i was either hated by people who thought i rejected it or loved by people who thought i rejected it, despite the fact that i was trying to embrace it in my own unique way. like i think this is an expression of white supremacy within our own community, and its part of the reason why the first step is often "you can be black and ____?!" you can be black and gay, black and trans, black and punk, black and whatever the hell you want to be, and express both at the same time, but we police how people can be black and therefore we dont get to see that. like i know for a fact these folks would probably be the type to bully rico nasty before she got big.

like with halsey, she is white passing, 100%, this is not a pete wentz scenario, if she doesnt tell you shes black, you wouldnt ever know. i dont know if she lays much claim to blackness, but i do know growing up in new jersey with a visibly black parent isnt going to be raindrops on roses, and i do know being in touch with your black ancestry in and of itself gives you more empathy towards the black experience. like that shampoo thing, one can definitely argue that thats not something she has to face. but is it really a bad thing if someone else repeats something you said so that people will hear it? was she claiming it as her struggle? i dont know, and i dont think she should. but it is the struggle of people in her life, so whats wrong with calling attention to it?

idk. this is a longer answer than you asked for. no it doesnt change how i feel about pete, hes not whitepassing.

#dils declares

[sleeplesssmoll]

Reverse1999 Story Recap Project

I am trying and stitch together an easy to follow plot line since there are a lot of easy to miss details and moving parts in Reverse1999. I'm going to do it in chronological order (3, intro, 1,2,4). I will also include tidbits from other chapters if I think the information is relevant. Naturally, their will be spoilers. Reverse1999 has an amazing story but I won't lie, a lot of things go over my head. If anything looks wrong, pls correct me! I am always open to suggestions. Heck, tell if it looks ugly too. Formatting is my nemesis.

That being said, this section focuses on how Manus Vindicate, the Foundation, and the Storm turned Vertin into the Timekeeper. It is mostly a recap of Ch 3 with added information for clarity's sake. Word count: 3625 ish

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Background information

Arcanists: A race that contains a unique cell colony allowing them to perform arcane skills (magic, divination, alchemy, etc.). They do not follow reasoning like mankind and instead practice Gnosis. There are two defining features of Gnosis:

1. It can't be verified by an independent 3rd party. 

2. It’s impossible to comprehend through reasoning. 

Because of this, arcanists are labeled as unpredictable and dangerous by humanity. There is a long history of humans associating arcanum with demons, evil, and witches. 

The Storm: The Storm is a widespread disaster first observed in 1999. It marked the end of an era and is the catalyst for the main story. 

Humans will suffer “Storm Syndrome” as the Storm draws near. The symptoms of Storm Syndrome and the mutations around the Storm depend on the era. However, arcanists are protected from Storm Syndrome thanks to their arcanum. Arcanists are able to perceive the changes in the world brought by the Storm but are not immune to reversal, the true horror of the Storm.

“Raindrops” emerge from the ground and rise into the sky along with everything around them once the Storm arrives. They phase through matter. Time reverses into a previous era while everything caught in the Storm disappears (will explain exceptions later).

St. Pavlov Foundation (The Foundation): A public institution dedicated to the study of arcanum and the indoctrination of arcanists. They seek children with arcane talents from around the world. They say they strive for peace between arcanists and humanity but peace is not the same as equality. The Foundation experiments on young arcanists as they indoctrinate them. All training and scientific provided appliances by St. Pavlov is to overcome the instability of arcane skills in order to ensure the peace and stability of the human world ( Chapter 3-1). In other words, the Foundation is training obedient dogs (hence Pavlolv) to die as martyrs for the sake of humanity. This allows humanity  to benefit off of arcanum skills without worry of an uprising from the arcanists kept on the Foundation’s leash.

The Foundation’s buildings are immune to the Storm. Both humans and arcanists are safe within its walls. They conducted many experiments in the search for true Storm Immunity but only one candidate succeeded in obtaining the antibody. Vertin is the only known arcanist with Asymmetric Protein G. She is also one of their most troublesome students.

Manus Vindictae: A terrorist organization that believes in Arcanist Supremacy. They are also recruiting arcanists to fight against humanity and utilize the chaos caused by the Storm to further their agenda. They are the Foundation's biggest enemy and they are still growing. They also know how to manipulate the Storm and can accelerate its arrival. They rewrite history while the world reverses.

Manus Vindictae gives their followers Masks claiming it will keep them safe from the Storm. However, a conversation between two followers in Chapter 2 reveals this is not the full picture. The Mask does not guarantee their safety and only in the “Sanctuary” are they protected from the Storm’s influence. One of the followers then turns into a monster that can no longer be reasoned with while the other flees (we may have more insight into this later).

We can see both factions lie and manipulate their followers.

Vertin's Journey

Vertin is the youngest child to be taken in by the Foundation at just a month old. The story begins when she is 12 years old. She’s a notorious trouble maker and her arcanum abilities have yet to manifest. Despite her lack of arcanum abilities, the Foundation demands the same results from her as the rest of the students.

Sonetto and Vertin are assigned as each other's deskmates in school. Sonetto is at the top of the class, Vertin is at the bottom. While Sonetto spends her days working hard in class, Vertin skips to play outside. She catches frogs and collects pebbles, even if it means sticking her hand through the electric fence to do so in order to experience the outside world.

Sonetto doesn't understand Vertin’s obsession with the outside world but Vertin still tries to share her interests with her. After one of her escapades, Vertin shows Sonetto a frog she caught outside. Hyla Arborea, the foreteller of rain. While Vertin is enthusiastically explaining the frog's traits, Sonetto cuts her off. Sonetto reiterates the Foundations Student Handbook and reminds Vertin they are not supposed to show interest  in the outside world. She asks Vertin to stop bringing her things because they are “meaningless”. Vertin’s excitement evaporates. She can’t understand why Sonetto isn’t  curious about the outside world like her. The two are on opposite sides, both unbudging in their beliefs. Eventually, Sonetto repeats the instructors’ words to her. “To live is to lose things around them until the day they lose their life to death itself.” Vertin is stunned and the debate ends.

Things continue as usual at the school. One day during an assembly, Vertin steps out of line to see the Principal more clearly because she is moved by his speech. After the Principal takes notice of her and makes her return to the line, he decides to ask her what her thoughts are since she is a unique student who spent most of her life at St. Pavlov. He promises to answer any question she has.

 “What is the Storm, Sir?”

And from that point on, everything changes. Vertin is sent to the guardhouse. It’s a damp, cold building where naughty children are left to fend for themselves. There are low level Critters to fight and a few tools for the kids to use as they try to endure until someone comes to retrieve them after they served their time. They are left without food, sometimes for days depending on the severity of their actions.

However, there are “worse punishments than confinement” and Vertin is warned to never bring up the Storm again. The Storm is a taboo subject that is not public information. 

The guardhouse is full of Shamir Worms, Critters capable of chewing through most material including metal. At first, Vertin is excited to see the Shamirs up close and in real life. Here we find out she is quite knowledgeable about beasts despite being an awful student. However, her excitement is short-lived when the Shamirs start biting her.

While the professors taught the students basic arcanum skills to deal with these creatures, Vertin has yet to cast a single incantation at this point.  In this moment, she expresses her doubts about even being an arcanist in the first place. Vertin is forced to think fast while fighting off the Shamirs and making a safe spot for herself. Thanks to her wit, she manages to escape the room of Shamirs by making them eat the lock on one of the doors. 

Vertin meets a boy locked in one of the rooms as she makes her escape. He calls himself The Ring. He can catch anything within the rings he carries, which he shows off by catching one of Vertin's shoelaces. Vertin is impressed, but doesn’t let him out of his room because if he leaves and doesn't come back on time, they’ll both be faced with harsher punishments. However, she offers to bring him back whatever food he'd like since she is going to get some herself. Note, she steals food from the Staff Canteen, not the Second Canteen where the kids get their meals. She’s having what the instructors are having. This detail shows us Vertin is used to performing these types of stunts.

After the tiny rogue returns from her stealth run, she lets The Ring out and the two strike up a conversation. She tells The Ring she brought up the Storm at the school assembly. The Ring finds this hilarious while Vertin is confused as to why they would punish her when they're the ones who said she could ask whatever she wanted. The Ring asks where she heard the word.

Vertin heard the word from her dormitory’s janitor as he was being escorted outside the school and onto a truck. He screamed “The Storm is coming!” Repeatedly as they took him away. Vertin tried to get answers from staff but no one gave her an explanation. She brings up an “Uncle Morris” who said the janitor left the school at the inappropriate time and saw inappropriate things so he needed treatment. (I have a feeling this Uncle Morris might come up later).

In response to this information, The Ring brings up his theory about the school blocking the news feeds. He shows Vertin a stack of papers he stole from the staff office. The pamphlets claim the Storm is a looming danger that the Foundation is trying to cover up. However, the paper does not explain what the Storm is. 

At the end of the article there is a line in bold: Welcome to Manus Vindictae. 

The children discover a poem printed on the back and are inspired by it. 

Meanwhile, the Foundation is trying to counter Manus Vindictae's efforts to expose them. Constantine(politician) is the leader of these efforts and Madam Z (scientist) is her right hand. Time reversion has slashed the Foundation's manpower and resources. Manus Vindictae's pamphlets were airdropped to many places, including the School of Primary Defense of Mankind (SPDM). Manus Vindictae uses aerial creatures called Olitiaus (flying manta ray creatures) to deliver them. Constantine realizes that Manus Vindictae must have a command post nearby and it must be immune to the Storm like the Foundation buildings. Zeno trainees (air force soldiers like Lilya) are recruited to defend the school while defense teams are sent out to scout the location of the base. 

Back to Vertin, she and The Ring decide to set up a secret meeting for students who are curious about the outside world. The meeting is held at 9pm under George the Oak, a massive oak tree in the yard. Vertin also gets into a fight with some bullies who try to blackmail her, but she makes it out despite not being able to use arcanum.

That night, many curious classmates arrived at the meeting. Amongst them are Matilda, Mesmer Jr., and Isabella.

Mesmer Jr. is the first one to break the silence. She is from a long line of psychologists in the arcanum world. Because of all the madness and insanity her family had to deal with when working with arcanists, she despises them. This is relevant later.

Mesmser Jr. wants to know if Vertin is trying to start a rebellion. Vertin is shocked because it never crossed her mind. This is a relief to everyone and the kids start to talk. The Ring and Vertin show Manus Vindictae's poem to the students. Vertin says the poem inspired her to explore her curiosity about the outside world as well as her sense of self. She leads the conversation and asks the kids to share their backstories so can piece together what life is like beyond the walls. The Ring records their stories with pencil and paper. After a while, they turn their attention back to the poem. They notice it matches the melody of their school song and decide to sing it. Feeling emboldened by it, they create a plan to sing it at the Parade Ceremony. They want to be heard and they believe that the people who raised them will listen. 

Isabella turns to Vertin. “They will understand us, won't they, Vertin? After all, they brought us up and cared for us!”

Vertin hesitates. 

She mentions that they might be upset or blame them, but it's worth a try. The kids begin to practice the song in preparation for the Parade Ceremony for the next two weeks.

On the day of the Parade Ceremony, the scene opens up with Sonetto confronting Vertin. Sonetto was on duty yesterday and noticed Vertin wasn't in the dormitory. She advises Vertin to behave because she can tell she's plotting something behind the instructors’ backs. If she doesn't, she'll have to report Vertin. Vertin answers with the softest “Okay” I have ever heard in my life.

The children sing their song with Isabella as the lead. Sonetto is stunned and falters. Finally the Principal realizes what's happening. The children are singing Manus Vindictae's poem.

The Principal orders them to stop. When they don’t, they order Sonetto to stop them. Sonetto freezes. She gets dizzy and her heart races.

Vertin speaks up. She pleads with the Principal to listen to them. She asks for a chance to let them be themselves.

The Principal orders the security to grab Isabella (lead singer). She is taken down by guards and their batons. Hoses and Dumbitter potion are prepared. Dumbitter potion is legalized for crowd control purposes only. It's very bitter, pungent, and can cause temporary vision disorder and speech disorder. High concentrations can lead to paralysis and hallucination. It is outlawed in many cases except for extreme circumstances. For example, singing children.

The children are blasted by Dumbitter potion from the hoses. 

Vertin calls out to Isabella.

Isabella gives her a sad smile while being pulled and pushed around by the guards. Vertin orders the kids to protect Isabella. They sing while crying despite the potion. Vertin shouts orders, telling her friends to step back and protect themselves. “Stand in a circle, shorter ones inside!” They continue to resist while protecting one another under Vertin's guidance.

The Principal orders his Safety Supervisor to shoot tear gas above them. Instead, he fired it directly at Vertin and hit her in the leg. Vertin goes down while directing her allies.

Vertin falls into a coma, which  isn’t surprising considering her injuries and the Dumbitter potion. Luckily, she made a full recovery and can attend class. 

Constantine cannot believe the bullshit she is hearing as Madam Z debriefs her. Vertin catches her interest since she led the children. She remembers Vertin as that kid who stuck her arms outside the front gate to catch a frog during the Storm. Constantine drops this on us. 

“She's special. Makes me think of her mother.”

At this moment, there is a divide between the Foundation and the children. After the Parade Ceremony, the kids will have doubts and Manus will not let this opportunity go to waste. Constantine needs Vertin to grow the way she prefers and begins scheming of ways to deal with her. 

Back in the classroom, Sonetto hands Vertin the notes she missed. At this point we learn that Sonetto rarely comes and speaks to Vertin first. Sonetto asks how Vertin is feeling. Vertin says it doesn't hurt as much now, it hurt more when the tear gas burned her (She's sort of spaced out here).

Sonetto gets quiet. She admits she found the song beautiful. Vertin says she is happy to hear that, but she's more focused on the kids being locked up in the guardhouse. They were locked away for a week without food. Sonetto mentioned she tried to bring them food but she was turned away by an instructor. She offers to lend them her notes when they return, unaware Vertin already has another plan in the making.

She is planning their great escape. 

The new meeting place is the air-raid tunnel under the library. 

Matilda attends but says she couldn't find Mesmer Jr, so she came alone. Many students refuse to talk to The Ring after their imprisonment in the guardhouse but those who do show up are committed to the cause. They've seen the Foundation's true colors. Vertin shows off the map and escape routes she'd been working on and the group gets scheming.

Vertin also reveals she has a map of the neighborhood outside with many means of transportation they could use to escape. This map was also provided by a Manus Vindictae airdrop for arcanists who want to join their cause. Recently there were more airdrops with guides, rations, supplies, and articles exposing the Foundation. The Ring was quick enough to snag a pamphlet with his ability before the instructors got to them. Manus will pick them up if they make it out and make it to one of the designated areas. Vertin and the others want to thank Manus Vindictae once they escape.

After the meeting, Matilda calls out to Vertin while crying (she is 2 years younger than Sonetto and might be the youngest member of the class). Immediately concerned, Vertin checks up on her. Matilda can't be a part of the break-away plan. She chose to come to this school, unlike the others. Vertin assures her she won't force Matilda into anything. She does ask Matilda for one favor and that is to inform Mesmer Jr.  about the plan. She doesn't want to leave anyone behind.

Matilda thanks Vertin and promises to tell her. She then helps the students fight off the Critters who ambushed them in the tunnel. Matilda won’t be a part of the escape, but she continues to provide support. Later she gives Vertin a special set of earrings that the crew uses to communicate with each other during the break away event. 

We find out the reason Matilda couldn't find Mesmer Jr. earlier is because of Constantine. She reveals the truth of the Storm to Mesmer. Constantine also takes the map meant for Mesmer from her locker (they raided it prior). Mesmer panics because now she knows the truth. She doesn't want her friends to be reversed. Constantine promises she won't let that happen. Mesmer leaves her office in tears, thanking her.

Constantine is satisfied. They caught a Manus agent and shut down the Olitiaus post. And now the problem with Vertin is also solved. Madam Z wants to have more people ready to “rescue the lost lambs” on the day of their plan. However, Constantine has other ideas.

She will let the children see the Storm with their own eyes. Madam Z argues but Constantine is her boss. She wants to make an example out of them and use them as a lesson for Vertin. She wants Vertin to know the price of rebellion.

Constantine has been looking forward to her transformation since 1999. 

Madam Z is outraged and says she'll never agree to this plan. Constantine says it's because Madam Z doesn't understand politics. Madam Z says she doesn't. She's simply a scientist.

Throughout the story we see Madam Z being the compassionate voice out of the two, always putting the children first and trying to find rational ways to deal with things. Constantine is the opposite and focuses on winning the “game” at the expense of others. However, we see she’s used to winning.

On October 27th, the break-away plan begins. Vertin is the bellwether that leads the rebels. Part of her feels like something is off, as if she is playing against an invisible enemy but she is happy to see everything go so smoothly. Too smoothly. As they get closer to the exit, they begin to hear thunder. Once again, Vertin gets uneasy. Lilya confronts them in one of the the air-raid tunnels. To everyone’s surprise Sonetto appears,  (well everyone except Lilya who saw Sonetto trailing them), and offers to help Vertin and the others. Sonetto paralyzes Lilya with a spell, Stono Swift. Vertin is reeling with so many questions but she doesn’t have time to ask. She thanks Sonetto and says goodbye. Sonetto asks Vertin if she will have regrets. Once they leave, they will lose everything. There is no turning back.

Vertin says she won’t. They prepared for everything.

“Seems like you…won’t be needing my notebook anymore.”

The Ring activates the switch closing the door behind the crew. Vertin stands on one side, Sonetto on the other as it slowly comes down. Sonetto says one more thing before it shuts completely.

“It was a pleasure being your deskmate, Vertin.”

The children continue onward. They make it to the last door and open it together. Thunder roars overhead. It starts to rain.

“May the Freedom be with us!”

Vertin watches as clothes fall to the ground. 

The children are reversed. Vertin is the only rebel left.

Madam Z appears before her holding a black umbrella. “Do you want to be the Timekeeper?”

Constantine smiles to herself back in her office. “Checkmate.”

Other Important Information

The Foundation tries to revise history to put humanity on a pedestal and labels arcanists as unpredictable liabilities.

The Foundation is rewriting history as they “educate” the children. They twist details to put arcanists in a bad light, blaming their unpredictability and spontaneous behavior. They tell the kids that arcanists are born unstable and pin the blame of many historic low points on arcanists while propping humanity up on a pedestal. This can be seen in Chapter 3-1. I highly recommend looking back in the Atlas. The Foundation might also have a way of messing with their memories which we can see with Matilda in the same section. 

Gnosis IRL Definition:

Gnosis is the common Greek noun for knowledge. The term was used among various Hellenistic religions and philosophies in the Greco-Roman world. It is best known for its implication within Gnosticism, where it signifies a spiritual knowledge or insight into humanity's real nature as divine, leading to the deliverance of the divine spark within humanity from the constraints of earthly existence. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gnosis)

I have no idea when Vertin’s abilities manifested.

I thought they appeared around the time of the break away event but I didn’t see it. We know Vertin can use arcanum later on. She must have awakened in the last 4 years or less if she is 16 when the prologue starts.

#reverse1999 recap #reverse 1999 spoiler #reverse1999 #reverse: 1999 #reverse1999 lore

[chaosssstheoryyy]

The album sweetener by Ariana Grande?

PLEASE THIS IS ONE OF MY FAV ALBUMSSSSS this is gonna be so hard

most of these are number one for me but here it is!!

thank you for this bb!!<3

okay i’m doing 15-1 , 1 being my most fav

15- blazed

i just don’t like it tbh whats even happening here

14- no tears left to cry

i’m just bored of it at this point and i for the life of me couldn’t understand the lyrics till i looked them up(i still love it tho

13- p*te davidson

listen i love the song but this was a bad name so i don’t listen to it that much but it’s sosososos cute please

12- successful

a bop but i can get bored of it sometimes

11- sweetener

a real banger but it again can get boring bc it’s repetitive and it doesn’t always go w my mood so sadly it’s here

10- breathin

i used to love this but got bored of it since she says breathin 183992992 times but it’s cute and the message is helpful but it just isn’t as good as some of the other :)

9- the light is coming

NICKIIIIII and the whole vibe is just so good

8- borderline

i love missy elliot and this song is just good idrk

7- everytime

i don’t really have reasons anymore it’s just the way it is

6-REM

this makes me feel so in love that i love it

5-raindrops

THE ECHOS COME ON NOW no ones doing it like ari it feels like it in a cathedral w angels i wish there was an extended version

4- get well soon

it’s just helps w my anxiety and is really sweet and i love the whole vibe

3-better off

better off supremacy like this song is so good i’d kill for it

2- goodnight and go

i just have a lot attached to this and again it makes me feel so in love it’s cute!!

1- God is A Woman

all i can say for this one is i’m gay and women!!!!

also the vid for this is an artistic masterpiece

[thewildeleven]

The Titan.

"I do not know why you bother to name them, if only to place heavier burdens upon your heart," the Titan said. He was sitting on his throne in the Great Hall of Olympus, said to be the highest peak in all of Greece. His wife sat beside him, her own seat carrying equal grandeur.

Rhea learned to keep her eyes down in the Titan's presence. She avoided his gaze, then feigned endearment by firmly leaning on his shoulder as she spoke. Her tresses adorned his bare chest, the golden curls complimenting his sculpted muscles.

"My dearest," Rhea said, her voice almost a whisper, "You are my Capitol. I know that you mean to preserve us. Forgive me when I show weakness, they remain flesh of my flesh, bone of my bones."

"I do allow you this folly," the Titan said. "And yet, is it not better comfort to leave them forgotten and unnamed? Why must you remember them so?"

In her mind, Rhea held each and every one of them close. Demeter with locks like endless wheat-fields. Hestia, of the burning eyes. The even-muscled Hera, whom she imagined must grow with a strength rivaling the strongest mortal men. Hades, the timid. Poseidon, the proud. She had visions of them, of what they could be; each one a worthy successor to the Titan's throne.

And yet Cronus would not allow any of his offspring to usurp him, so he ate all of them alive as soon as they were torn from Rhea's womb.

"No, you are right," she lied. "In my mind they must fade like mortal life. Like threads spun shortest by Fate. I must not care for them."

"Good," said the Titan as he stood and faced his wife. "Look: the prophecy, salt which my father has poured over my wounds with, had me perpetually undone. My dear Rhea, in time you will bear our sixth child, and whatever you must name the creature, name it quick, for after I devour him I shall place my desires under deep slumber.

"You understand that I desire to rule only with might and be just." he added. "I did not ask for these atrocities. I will not allow my immortal conscience to plague me any longer."

Rhea looked straight into his eyes, and with a piercing gaze asked: "Why not just kill me?"

"What did you say?"

Rhea avoided his eyes once more and brought her head down. "Nothing. Forgive my tongue if it went out of turn."

Like most things Cronus offered her in the past decade, the slap on her face came as an unwelcome surprise. She could tell that his husband restrained from giving the hit its full strength, yet it brought with it the ringing of a thousand thunders; it heralded a clouding in her mind, the rumble of a great storm brewing.

The Titan took his wife's face and forced her to face him, and for the first time since the devouring of Poseidon, she saw the Monster that the prophecy created. He regarded her like she was some animal. The judging, wide eyes. The perfect set of teeth revealed by the smug smile.

"Rhea, my dear Rhea," the Monster said. "I am doing this for us, I am sure you know. And I promise… I will stop once the sixth child has been taken. Do you understand?"

Rhea's lips, even backed by the body of an invincible titaness, were too frightened to speak.

"Do you understand?!" the monster growled.

"Yes, my love…" 

"Soon, this will be all over with, and both of us will live in eternal rule." He kissed her, his tongue tasting her tears. Rhea closed her eyes as the Titan undressed her.

***

Some months later, Rhea felt a familiar stirring within her belly. It brought a concoction of delight and dread upon her being.

She planned to hide the pregnancy for as long as possible, but she knew that the Titan would notice it eventually. She could have had a lot of help, yet decided against asking aid from Uranus, Gaia, or any other being whom she thought might have an interest in taking Olympus' throne for themselves. Her plan was to consult with the creatures of the Earth, and her eyes caught wonders in the heart of the forest nymph Adamanthea.

As the stirrings became more frequent, Rhea decided to appear in the nymph's grove at once. Not as the supreme being that she was, but as a mother seeking refuge for her unborn child.

"Surely all the Earth has heard of Cronus' atrocities," Rhea said.

"Bah!" the leaf-haired nymph replied, seemingly unfazed by the sudden appearance of the woman in front of her. "If it were up to me I would put Cronus' neck on a noose that will never break. I will hang him from the Great Tree to watch his life draining away, never quite dying but in enough pain to regret his immortality. I would ask for the vultures to feast on his carcass while he can still feel! Well," she paused to smile. "You see, vultures do not really eat the flesh of those who are still alive, you know. Heh. They are scavengers, see, and they only go for helpless carcasses. They only eat dead ones, yep. In any case! I think if vultures should make an exception, it should be for Cronus! Because what he does is just disgusting and spells injustice for anyone! Except--"

"Calm down, sweet nymph," Rhea interrupted. "The Titan might hear you."

Adamanthea covered her lips. She widened her eyes and turned her head left and right. "You're right," she whispered. "Wait… who are you again?"

"My name is Rhea. I come to you now not as your sovereign, but as a mother desperate to save her yet unborn child. Will you help me?"

Adamanthea stepped back, her mouth open. "Are you serious? I mean, I DON'T not believe you! You're really Rhea, huh. Who else could appear out of thin air anyway, right? If there's anyone with some serious nature-defying abilities like that, it would be you guys up top. But hey, look at me! I'm a forest nymph! I haven't even learned how to craft a weedwhistle cord yet. I've been a bit negligent in my daily practice. Lazy. Heh. You know… butterflies to chase and petals to collect, and gazelles and fawns and hummingbirds to talk to. In any case! How could I even help?"

"Take more credit for yourself, for we always say that the resourcefulness of the forest nymphs knows no bounds," the titaness replied. "Now listen, Adamanthea. In a few hours I will bring out Zeus, my sixth child, out into this world. I only need some way to hide him until he is strong enough to stand up for himself."

The forest nymph went silent, her eyes blank and lost in thought. After a few moments, she said, "Right. You know what? You have come to the right creature.

"All my life I have listened to the whisperings of the rocks and the winds," the nymph added, "and I imagine the rest of my kin still do, as well. But I fear that they have been rather selective in what they hear. They listen to good tidings and disregard the bad ones… which I think is wrong. I do not like Cronus. Or rather, I don't like what he is doing. Is it too much to listen to what the rain clouds tell the raindrops, which the raindrops in turn tell the leaves? Perhaps. But it has been horrible up there, hasn't it?"

Rhea nodded.

"Your husband is a great ruler, you know. What with bringing all the wealth and liberation and agriculture and stuff. As humble as we are, I cannot figure out why he allows himself to succumb to a monster. I wonder why he allows himself to be a slave to some prophecy."

Rhea smiled. "You share my sentiments all too well, dear nymph."

"Do not worry. Stay until you bear your child, and I will help you hide him," the nymph said.

***

The opulence of the titans' dining hall was deceptive, for no glorious feast of honor was to be held there that night. Cronus, with his supremacy over land, sky, and sea, sensed Rhea had given birth and called for her immediately.

She emerged with the little one wrapped up in a white blanket, a lump about half the length of her arm.

"Why the blanket?" Cronus asked.

"Husband, this one turned out to be so hideous and so deformed! I would not dishonor your sight as to dare you look upon the monster," Rhea replied. "It might be best to end this usurper's life as quickly as you can." She sat beside him.

"I see. And have you named him?"

"I call him Zeus."

"A waste of a good name."

Cronus opened his mouth to swallow the child whole. A small portion of the blanket hung out from the corner of his lips as he began to chew.

Rhea stared at the ceiling as madness started to consume her child. She wanted to pray, but to whom do the gods pray to?

Cracking sounds echoed as the titan's teeth tried to crush bone. He licked his lips, pieces of raw meat clung to his tongue. "Zeus," he said while blood dripped from his mouth, "tastes really different. I do not like his form. He— uhm,"

Cartilage snapped like frail twigs. And in no time at all, the titan finished.

He used his finger to free a piece of flesh trapped between his teeth. "He may not have been a threat," he added.

The Titan licked his lips after what appeared to be a very satisfying meal. "Come, Rhea. Sit beside me."

She did, and he wrapped his arms around her.

"The prophecy says that I will be usurped by my own children," Cronus said. "You've seen my madness. I know that you see me as some kind of monster. I even find it laughable that while I have already exiled Uranus, I still act as if I am a slave to his words."

"I have no words," Rhea replied. "I only trust that as you say, this will be the last time."

"Ah, that. Not so."

Rhea's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

"'I shall make my desire slumber,' I said. But love… you are my desire."

As she realized that she was no longer talking to her husband, but the Monster, the titaness pulled away. She looked and there it was: the insane smile and his dead, dark eyes. The Monster was there, clouding his judgment. Feeding on his falsely-perceived and misguided benevolence.

"My love, this is not you," Rhea pleaded. "How can you act as if you are cursed? When no curse should ever enter the House of Cronus!"

"BLAME MY FATHER FOR NOT ACCEPTING DEFEAT!" The halls of Olympus shook as the Monster bellowed. "Not content in ceding their power! Damning me with a prophecy—"

"The prophecy was no fault of theirs! It was the price you had to pay for your ambition!"

"Price?" the Monster laughed. "The 'price' of my ambition? What, the liberation of the lesser creatures from the dark clutches of tyrants? The wealth I have provided from the minerals of the soil; the… the science of organized harvestry that the once-starving mortals now benefit from?!  Tell me, Rhea, is this the ‘price’ I had to pay for wanting mankind to prosper?"

"No…. no, no…" the titaness wiped the tears from her eyes. "You could have accepted your fate gracefully… like an Immortal worthy of his throne."

"You are right, I could have. Yet the fact remains that I have done what I have done, and I must finish it now."

"Finish? Is it not already finished?"

"Dear," he took Rhea by the arm and pulled her closer to him. "You are my lone desire, and you are my weakness. You asked me once, why I should not kill you instead. Well, you made a compelling argument…"

"Let go of me, Cronus," the Titaness said.

The Monster responded by opening his mouth to take a bite off of Rhea's arm. In an instant she was dismembered, and the scream that followed was released for the entire World to hear.

"Without you," Cronus said as he chewed on Rhea's torn limb, "I would never have the urge to bear children again."

He grabbed her neck with one hand, while the other tore through her chest to take her still-beating heart. "Worry not," he said to her, "You will remain alive inside of me, just as your children are. It will be a family reunion of sorts."

Cronus held his wife's heart as he watched life leave her face. Rhea let out a final gasp and closed her eyes, and she was no more.

The Monster then consumed his wife's lifeless body starting with the toes and the feet, moving upward. He knew that she was alive, somehow, just as he knew his six children were alive, for their kin are immortal. But it did not matter; he only needed them contained inside him and he would have accomplished his end.

What he did not know was that Zeus, his sixth child, was alive not inside him, but far away from Olympus. The "child" that Rhea presented that night was not a child at all, but a newborn goat of Adamanthea's offering.

***

In Adamanthea's grove, there was an oak tree from which hung a cradle that was suspended by cords of cotton. The suspension was necessary, because the one who slept within needed to be hidden from the ruler of sky, land, and sea.

Adamanthea approached the cradle and saw the child Zeus asleep. "Hello, little boy," she whispered. "Presently your father longs for you, but not in the way fathers usually long for their children! He wants to eat you!" She poked his nose. "But don't worry. Your mother and I will protect you—"

The nymph's words were cut short by a blood-curdling scream that echoed, unmistakably, from the heights of Olympus. 

The child in the cradle stirred and opened his eyes to stare at the nymph. He did not cry, nor wail, as infants are wont to do. The boy simply stared at the nymph with its cold, piercing eyes.

"Sleep for now, and don't worry. One day, you shall banish your father and rule us all," she said.

A sudden flash lit up the grove, followed by another, and another. The bright knives sliced at the night sky and broke it into a hundred pieces. Soon, the evening was filled by a lightning storm.

Zeus smiled.

It was as if the bolts were giving their Master a warm welcome.

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