#sona cursed emotes....

[flwoie]

꒰ 🕰️ ꒱ SEND YOU MY HEART — BYUN EUIJOO

⋆ It’s different when it comes to crushing on Euijoo, your bestfriend’s younger brother. He hasn’t done a single thing to you and you highly doubt he knows you other than being his sister’s friend, yet you always find yourself running away from him.

STARRING ≻ bsf’s younger brother! ej x gn! reader [guest stars yeojin of loossemble & f! oc (eunha)] GENRE ≻ fluff, comedy, implied mutual pining, bestfriend’s brother au, highschool au CONTAINS ≻ accidental invasion of privacy WORD COUNT ≻ 1090

SONA SPEAKING ≻ no i did NOT choose ej just bc he reminds me of my crush!!

What’s worse than having a normal crush is having a crush on your best friend's brother, Euijoo. He’s not any typical brother; he’s the younger brother who doesn’t talk to anyone besides his friends and family. The younger brother, who only has one face for every emotion. He’s the younger brother who’s the eldest among his friends. 

It’s even worse when he goes to your school. Fate loves to be a hater and decided that you two should see each other everywhere, whether he’s behind you in line at the cafeteria or walking the same hall after your drama class and his gym class. Wherever you are, Euijoo is there. Some people would think it’s a blessing to be around their crush all the time, and it is. It’s also a curse, as instead of greeting him, you find yourself running as far away as possible from him.

The idea of your best friend finding out isn’t the reason you're running away. In fact, you even told her you liked him, and she didn’t seem to care at all. All she did was laugh. She finds it hilarious how he’s gullible and you’re here trying to keep yourself from running away when he’s around, especially when you’re at her house. From sitting next to you on the couch for a movie night to grabbing a cup from the cabinet in the kitchen where you’re eating, you’d expect her to glare at you, but she only tries to hold her laughter in.

You don’t know why you can’t function when he’s around every time. Is it because he smells like pencil shaving all the time, his glasses suit his face shape, or he wears that umber leather jacket over his uniform every day? It’s weird since you complain all the time that you miss him, but when you do see him, you’re suddenly meters away from his presence. You hate the idea of talking to him, but at the same time, you love talking about him with your friends. When your friends insult him, like his haircut or the fact that he’s part of the chess club, your mouth starts talking back as if you were a lawyer defending their client.

The one question that makes everyone you know intrigued is: How come you’ve never had at least one interaction with him?

‘I saw Euijoo in the hallway first thing in the morning’. You write on the sticky note, passing it to your friend in the middle of your drama class. Your teacher has been too busy blabbering about her life in acting school for the past hour. You look up at the clock; it’s five before the bell rings. Some of your classmates are doing work, and others are on their phones. No one seems to be listening to her at all; they’re all waiting for the bell.

Yeojin passes a sticky note to you. ‘What did you do?’. She stared at you as you retold her what happened with your fingers. You tried to tell her that you walked past him, but she didn’t understand your gestures. “What?” she mouths. You lean close enough so she can hear your whispers.

“I walked past him,” you whisper lowly so the teacher wouldn’t notice but loud enough for Yeojin to hear. She covers her mouth, restraining herself from bursting into laughter. As the bell rings, your teacher mentions a project due in a few days while you get ready to leave.

The performing arts department is in a long, separate hallway away from regular classes. In that hallway is also the gym, where Euijoo finishes his class. The hallway is tiring for you and Yeojin, but all you want to do is get to your next class without having to see Euijoo. Yeojin leaves you for her class, which is the one near the exit of the hall. You’re here, walking alone to the end of the hall. Sometimes it takes you two minutes to get to your class or more, depending on the number of people. As you go through multiple people squished like sardines in a can and make your way to the end of the hall, you halt, hearing your name and an unfamiliar voice.

“Oh, Y/N, you dropped this,” Euijoo says as you look behind. He picks up a notebook from the floor and hands it to you. You’re frozen and silent, and he simply smiles at you and leaves. You run to your next class and sit down in your seat as you contemplate. Many things are happening at once—things that you found impossible.

He says your name and gives you your journal, the one place where you talk about him, then proceeds to smile at you. It sounds impossible, but it did indeed happen. But what’s really important is that he spoke to you.

You haven’t seen Euijoo since that interaction. You don’t see him in the hallways at school or in the living room at their house. Whenever Eunha calls him down for dinner, he’ll just stay silent or respond that he’s busy. When he did come out of his room, it was only to return your journal. Your best friend accidentally gave him your journal when he asked her to get his notebook.

It was a simple mistake; he didn’t mean to look inside. The outside looked like his, but the inside was totally different. When he opened a random page, he noticed how his notes were colourful, his handwriting was curvier than it should be, and the words were the total opposite of physics. He put his glasses on and immediately closed the book as he read the first sentence.

‘I miss Euijoo’. He quickly pushes the book off his table and backs away from it. He’s shocked in many ways. Those words are playing in his head on repeat. All he can imagine is your voice saying those words. He wants to know what else you say about him, but it’s wrong; it’s your privacy. He approaches the book but is wary of picking it up. His hands are trembling the more he moves closer, until the pads of his fingers touch the leather cover.

He leaves his room with the journal in his hand. His eyes meet with yours as he enters the living room, places your journal down on the coffee table, and grabs his. You quickly grabbed your journal and sat on it as he asked you a question before he walked out.

“Are you busy this Friday?”

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[byhees]

flirt ━━ ( 엔하이픈 희승 ) ♡ genre fluff potential friends2lovers warnings not proof-read flirting

thinking about best friend heeseung, who’s just the living definition of ‘flirty’; it comes so naturally to him, and well… you both are two peas in a pod, so i guess these little comments and gestures feel like second nature to him.. aha.. and of course, it’s only ironic that you have some ginormous crush on him… aha..

and maybe it’s a curse in disguise— how good he is at talking, how easily he’s able to fluster you, even to the point where you can’t bear to even meet his gaze; maybe he doesn’t know the kind of effect he has on you?? maybe he just relishes in the pinkish hue your face takes on, not aware of the deeper meaning in your blush-dusted face?? because he just loves asking little questions, ones that sound akin to “we could be more, you know?” and let’s be real… when your best friend, or otherwise, your crush, asks you such a thing, it’s only natural to freak out…. a little…

and when you do respond with a tint of cluelessness, an emotion used to mask the heart-fluttering sensation surging throughout your body, he only leans forward, face now inches away from your own— “you know exactly what i mean”, oh god just kiss me already.

also, also, he has a habit of leaning really close towards you, body towering over your own, as he whispers words he’d only want you to hear; “we should definitely get out of here… don’cha think?” he’d ask, voice barely a mumble amidst the crowd. and when he catches sight of your reddened cheeks, he just can’t help but to let a chuckle slip past his lips.

don’t. even. get. me. started. on how much he loves caging you between his arms, a teasing smirk toying on his lips; “you’re so cute”, he’d mumble, and oh boy, the way he swipes his tongue across his lip, eyes fixated on your own, has you crumbling. i mean, how can you not?? he’s so, so close, and he’s so, so pretty. and when he takes a step back, a playful smile tugging on his lips, you can feel your heart doing full-on somersaults within your chest; he’s so oblivious… so oblivious as to how every gesture gets your heart skipping beats— certain times, you just have this massive urge to tell him, “i love you, idiot”…. who knows, maybe you’ll do it one day..?

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[naisilla]

The Emperor's New Muse Part .11

Odyssey Kayn x Reader

content: you need to stop Kayn. you die...

Was this crazy? Absolutely.

Did you really have much of a choice? Not at all!

With how dire of a state the Morningstar was, the closest planet that you could refuel or even better, hijack another ship, was the same planet you were fleeing from less than an hour ago.

Demaxia_Alpha was THE WORST planet you could possibly retreat to. It was the Demaxian capital, home to the king's palace and thousands of soldiers with the order to shoot you on sight. Only an insane person would return here and Jinx was out cold.

Even though your head was pounding from the stress of escaping the space battle, the adrenaline from the fight still left your hands shaking. It wasn't until now that the panic set in. The sheer insanity of even attempting to land on the Demaxian capital with a half-broken ship and two unconscious crew members. Shaking your head, you realize there is no turning back now. The only choice you had was whether you'd survive this mission or not. Turning your focus back to the controls, you took a deep breath and began searching for a place to land.

The air space and atmosphere of Demaxia_Alphas orbit was oddly vacant. You were sure that there would be fleets of military ships patroling the area with what is currently going on Kayn would have probably launched every ship they had to prevent your escape, so why weren't they here?

Even if this was some sort of ambush you had no choice but to go in and land the Morningstar next to the Palace.

The Morningstar sputters as you descend, coughing out plumes of black smog, the entire frame rattling like an elderly with Parkinsons. You bring out the landing gear only for the ship to give up and fall the last few meters as it finally dies.

The crash jolts you, making you fall to the floor of the mangled ship with the wind knocked out of your lungs. You scramble back to your feet and punch the dashboard button that opens the main door. You rush out into the demaxian palace grounds. The royal military station was abandoned, and not a single sign of life was to be found.

There was no time to stop and think about what that meant, you sprint through the base in search of any ship to commandeer. Just your luck that there were rows upon rows of fully operational Demaxian military vessels, always with the overproduction of everything with this Empire.

Running up to the closest one you immediately board it, or at least you try to, for there was no manual access to the ship entrance. Most likely you would need some sort of ID card to board anything as high tech as this. Cursing under your breath you spin on your heel and make your way to the control tower across the other side of the base. It took precious minutes of your time to be running back and forth like a lost chicken, you needed to stop Kayn and here you were fumbling around not even in orbit yet while he was already across the galaxy approaching the Ora Gate.

Hot tears of frustration and pain began to spill down your face as all your bottled emotions began to pour over the edge, Malphite is dead, Sona is dead. Kayn is winning. There was a physical urge that was tempting your body to collapse right there on the ground and just sob but you need to focus to stop Kayn and keep your remaining friends alive.

Sprinting to the control tower you skid to a halt at the automatic doors that remain closed upon your arrival, you grab the doors, sticking your fingers between them, and frantically try to rip them open. They refuse to budge and you kick the doors utterly infuriated while letting out a frustrated scream. Huffing you whip out Jinx's pistol and shoot at the door, one bullet, two bullets. Your face contorts, wrinkling in anger as you let out all of it's magazine, now aiming at where the door is meant to open from and finally, it is destroyed enough to bust through.

You run through the tower, now breaking your way through every wall and door that got in your way from the control panel. Alarms and sirens were sounding off with every violation the tower's interior received. Eventually, you burst through and into the control center. There was a ridiculous amount of stations with their own numerous monitors and elaborate keyboards.

Your eyes were peeled for any sign of one that authorized the aircraft and to your luck there was one station with a demaxian ship on its monitor. Rushing over you click through the software, checking every step with haste until you were rewarded with a clearance to take off. You memorize the ship's ID and continue on your sprint back to the aircraft bay to board your newly acquired spaceship.

After getting inside you have to navigate your way to the cock pit, finally things were moving along. You steer the ship and drive it over to where you had left the Morningstar, you had to drag both Yasuo and Jinx from one ship into the other but finally you could properly treat them using the medical a.i at your disposal. Now that they were treated, they could rest and recover while you began the high speed chase of your life.

Since Kayn had taken off he would have traveled an immense amount of lightyears across the galaxies and with no idea where the ora gates were you had zero input as to what direction to take off. That was the case until your ship's computer started to play some sort of message directed to all Demaxian Military. It was without a doubt Kayn's voice rambling through your sound system and by the sounds of it Kayn had completely fallen off the edge.

The reason why Demaxia_Alpha was abandoned? Because Kayn had ordered for all of Demaxia's military to surrender their current post and duties to meet him at the ora gates. Fortunately for you, the coordinates had been automatically assigned to every ship's navigation systems. Now that you were in space, the directions had activated and you were being auto-piloted towards the ora gates.

With your hands now free your mind was able to focus on the message that played on repeat. Kayn's voice was rambling on about how all should come bare witness to his ascension, how he was chosen for this destiny. The longer he talked the more deluded he seemed, it seemed that Rhaast had truly corrupted him beyond the point of redemption. Kayn's mind now weeps in the abyss between oblivions...idiot. What fool could think they could ever conquer the dark entity that is Rhaast.

After a while of listening to Kayn's voice on repeat a large hand comes into your view, clicking off the message. You flick your eyes to the side where Yasuo looks back at you, his gaze soft and comforting desire the grimace the rest of his features bare.

"How is she?" You ask.

"The treatment procedure is complete, she's fully healed but she's still out cold."

A pang of worry makes itself restless in your heart. "You don't think she's-"

"No, diagnostics confirmed she isn't in a coma. She's just sleeping."

You breathe out a sigh of relief. "Thank the universe."

"She was calling out to Malphite in her sleep." Yasuo mentions, his eyes cast towards the ground.

"Poor thing." You whisper, your chest tightening in empathy for Jinx. As the ship auto pilots you towards the Ora gates you are left with nothing to do but wait with your emotions stewing. They stirred in a pot that you forced the lid over while retrieving this stolen ship but now the lid was gone and your emotions begin to boil up and pour out over the edges, tears cascading down your face once more.

A dry hiccup draws you away from your second meltdown and you look back at Yasuo who just like you can no longer hold his tears back. "I let him down, Sona died in vain just like Yone."

Your hand reaches out to find its placement on his shoulder, you wanted to comfort him, tell him it was going to be ok. Have the perfect dialogue that could fix him and make everything better. But you had no words of encouragement or comfort and the silence hung between the both of you.

Instead, you chose to lean against him. You were right, there were no words that could fix the deaths of your friends. No friendship speech would bring them back. Your hand goes towards his belt and you grab at his hip flask, bringing it to your lips and taking a swig of the Vodka while looking out into the stars beyond. After a few sips, you look up at Yasuo and tilt the flask toward him.

He glances down, his eyes flicking from you to the bottle before shaking his head. "Now is not the time to give up drinking asshole." You wiggle the flask the reflection of its metal finish bouncing off of your tear stricken face.

Sighing Yasuo takes the flask from your hand and takes a swig from it.

"Better?"

"Fuck no." Yasuo snorts and leans back against you.

You both continued to indulge in the alcohol in what was otherwise a silent and solemn moment between the two of you. It helped, somewhat, to numb the pain of the entire events that had occurred thus far, but you couldn't help but feel as though it was only temporary.

The Demaxian Empire's capital planet Demaxia Alpha was swiftly approaching as the auto-pilot navigated towards the Ora gate. As you both continued to drink and stew in silence, you could only wonder what was to become of you both now.

Time passed, as space travel wasn't as instant as it's portrayed in movies. Even with light speed and wormhole hopping, it took hours before you approached your final destination.

You didn't need a GPS guide to say you were close when you could feel it for yourself. The air was thick, as your ship entered it you were hit with the pressure of the atmosphere that blocked your ears. The feeling made you stir and you stood up straight, pulling away from Yasuo who also seemed to be affected by the sensation. By now your tears had dried leaving your eyes dry and raw which only made the shining light up ahead sting more.

The light poured out from the structure up ahead. A golden glow illuminates the empty space, its shining rays stretching out far into every direction of the universe. It was ethereal, heavenly and warm, you couldn't help but be mindlessly drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

Yasuo's eyes were blown out in sheer amazement after he finally adjusted to the light and could see what it was producing such beautiful light.

A void that drew you into its pull. Drawing out feelings of vulnerability and insignificance from your hearts as if feeding off of it. A gaping maw that drifted idly in the darkest corner of the universe. Your eyes strained to focus on its shape, it was round, then it was angular, then it was twisted. It was like staring into a heat haze or a shimmering mirage. But there were two things that you were positive about the Ora Gates. First they were massive and Second, it was gold.

There was something about them that was both unsettling and incredible to witness. The glowing light that poured out from it was warm and inviting, yet at the same time it felt as though it was beckoning you towards a horrible fate. But despite that fear, there was also a lingering sense of fascination and awe that drew you to them.

Your ship is pulled in towards the hoard of Demaxian ships gathered before the base of the Ora gates. Now, up close to it, you could finally make out details. It was like staring up at an ornate golden picture frame that slowly spun on its axis, its surface shimmered of the ora essence it is made of.

And there before it was Kayn's ship, hovering above the rest of the fleet, centered as the focal point. Once you got in range of him your dashboard glitched and opened a livestream hosted by the Fractal Shear. Kayn's face was suddenly broadcasted before you and every other Demaxian ship, basking you and Yasuo in the glow of its hologram projection.

"My fellow comrades! I am honored you would all come here today! In the wake of our fallen King our great Empire has gone into a dark age with no ruler to lead us towards eminence. With no heir to assume the throne I've taken it upon myself as the High Ordinal, Jarvan's righthand man and his closest friend to follow in his footsteps and embrace the role of Demaxia's new Emperor!"

Kayn speaks with an overly confident tone, his pupils are narrowed into tiny unstable pinpricks and his lips are curled into a wide, sinister grin. It was almost embarrassing to watch how overdramatic the Ordinal had become, no doubt he was teetering off the edge of sanity.

"Demaxia was ruled by a weak man. Jarvan lacked what it took to make our empire great, he was too soft and because of his weakness we still have outliers such as rebel groups, the syndicate, and the templar order standing against us."

“Demaxia deserves to be led by a strong hand. A hand that can eradicate any obstacles in its path. Demaxia, Deserves. Me.” Kayn’s arrogance and prideful tone continued ramping up the more he spoke. In his mind, he was truly a force to be reckoned with, a being that would propel the empire towards its glory.

"Our empire is already the greatest monolithic force known to the universe! But with my rule, will begin the era of the Demaxian Empire reborn. One that could truly live up to the power and potential that Demaxia truly possesses!"

Your eyes are drawn away from the hologram and out the window towards the ora gate where Kayn now floated before in the zero gravity of space.

"What the fuck? With no spacesuit?" You stare in disbelief as Kayn defies the law of physics.

Kayn basks in the moment, it was the rising action before the climax. The bridge before the chorus. Things were only going to get better and Kayn was savouring the feeling of success. He had already won, Demaxia- no, the universe and everything beyond was now his to rule.

A dark chuckle reverberates from the scythe still equipped in his hand, the vibrations running up Kayn's arm and resounding in his core. "Finally you have proven yourself worthy, with all the ora you have harvested you have become fully unbound, you are one with Ora Kayn can you feel it?"

"I can Rhaast, now I wield unlimited power!"

The Ordinal was truly unbound from his previous human form, with pure Ora coursing through him, Kayn's body was almost tearing at the seams with how supercharged on power he was. His eyes which were once a steely blue have been taken over by the golden glow that now shone from out of his sockets, his veins that spidered up his arms now resembled cracks of lightning that pulsed with the same golden glow, every time his mouth opened light would beam out from his insides.

"Open the gate Kayn, and unleash your power!"

With a manic grin Kayn lifts one arm, his hand reaching out towards the Ora gate. As if commanding it with telekinesis the Ora Gate responds to him. A loud and low groan reverberates from it causing the demaxian ships before it to tremble from the vibrations.

It's slow rotation begins to pick up, the rings begin to spin faster as if warming up. Crackles of lightning flash from within the ring and the low hum begins to turn into a gradual whirr.

Suddenly a bullet flies by Kayn's face, barely missing the side of his cheek. Kayn's head snaps toward the insolent being who dares interrupt his moment.

"YOU AGAIN!? I SHOULD'VE KILLED YOU WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE!"

Kayn turns to look at the one rouge ship that dares to approach him, unsurprisingly it is piloted by you and Yasuo with its firearms activated. All the other ships immediately turn on you with their own weaponry trained on you. Kayn clicks his tongue and gestures for his fleet to cease.

In a blink Kayn appears right in front of the both of you, he now stands on the nose of the ship looking into the flight deck window. It was surreal seeing a man outside of a spaceship breathing and living in the vacuum of space, but Kayn wasn't an ordinary human anymore. He stares down at you with his glowing eyes.

Yasuo is quick to position himself in front of you. An intense glare is shared between the two men. You press down on the intercom button and project your voice towards Kayn. "Get away from the Ora Gate you don't know what you are doing."

The Demaxian fleet watches on from their ships in silence. You weren't surprised, everyone watching this wouldn't know what to do. Too scared to interfere with the Ordinal being so unstable.

"What are you doing Kayn? You're wasting your time with these insignificant pests! Just open the gate already!"

Kayn sneers at his scythe. "The gate WILL open."

Your perception of the Ordinal is challenged again as he steps through the window and into your ship, his body glitching out as he passes through the barrier that once separated you. You quickly draw out your pistol and don't hesitate to fire a round at Kayn, to your horror it merely passes through him and hits the windscreen behind, burying itself into the glass.

Kayn without even glancing back, makes a gesture with his hand and suddenly you feel a force weighing you down. You feel like you're underwater and the pressure of its depth is slowly crushing your organs inwards. Your finger loses control of itself and it uncurls allowing for the pistol to slip out of your grasp. You are paralysed and Kayn chuckles.

"You like that little trick? I can control the ora that is within any being making every living thing my puppet." As Kayn clenches his fist you feel a sharp pain internally. Kayn laughs at your suffering.

Yasuo growls his face contorting into an expression of unbridled rage and foolishly rushes Kayn. Not even sparing him the attention Kayn flicks his wrist and the telekinetic force throws Yasuo to the side, propelling him to crash into the side of the cockpit. Yasuo lets out a pained grunt and you watch on helplessly.

"You will sit here and watch me open those gates, feel grateful you get to witness this astronomical event."

Kayn then slips through the ship and repositions himself before the Ora gate, conducting it with his hand to make the Gate spin faster. It generates a loud resounding hum that grows in volume. You would try to ram Kayn with the ship but thousands of fleet ships had reengaged their firearms at you, any sudden movement and you would be vaporised by the entire Demaxian armada.

Something crashing from behind alerted you to Jinx's presence as she stumbles into the cockpit, barely awake. "Guy's? Why are we in a..." Jinx's confused voice dies out as she looks ahead.

The ora gates had gone from a gradual rotation into a whirling vortex, the acceleration now turning the beautiful details of the gate into a golden blur. The once empty centre of the gate was now swirling with a strange cosmic aura, it was like looking into an otherworldly mirror with a reflection made of a nebula.

Meanwhile, Kayn was calmly standing in front of the portal as he observed the vortex with a satisfied grin. "yes! YES! I COMMAND THE ORA GATE! ALL OF THIS UNIVERESES POWER WILL BE WIELDED BY ME ALONE!"

Yasuo's hand finds solace with yours as you link together. Jinx walks over to join the both of you, seeking shelter under your free arm which you use to embrace her, bringing her close to your side. You, Yasuo and Jinx watch on as the ora gate begins to flash as if fully charged.

"This is it, we lost" You murmur a sinking feeling pulling your heart down.

"Not entirely, maybe there's a chance Kayn fails-"

"Fails with what!? He's activated the gates! They are open! We're all going to die!" Jinx wails fresh hot tears streaming down her face.

A loud bang snaps everyone back to the Ora gates that were now open. Kayn draws closer and closer towards its entrance. "I CAN HEAR IT! I CAN FEEL THE ORA CALLING TO ME!"

"TAKE IT KAYN ENTER THE GATES!"

Everything went silent the moment Kayn vanished through the portal. It was the kind of silence that permeated an entire battlefield after a deadly assault. The ora gate had come to a hault and its center was filled with an inky blackness that drained the surrounding light. Was Kayn dead? What was going on in there??

The entire demaxian fleet were still, no one was willing to approach the ora gate to go after Kayn. Murmurs of the insane ordinal meeting his demise spread between the Demaxians. Your ship was still caught in the thick silence that suffocated each of you. Your breath refused to escape pass your through and your lungs began to burn as you waited in anticipation for anything to happen.

Jinx was latched onto your arm squeezing it tight in her grip in an attempt to ground herself from shaking. Yasuo continued to grip your hand tightly aswell, his features sunken with an internal dread. All eyes were transfixed into the void before you.

A low rumbling resounded from within the portal, one that was louder and deeper than before. It traveled through space and rattled the interior of the ships with its frequency shooting chills up your spine. It groaned and creaked, then it began to shake, like something inside was stirring.

You watch in awe as someone emerges, no, not someone, something. You wouldn't be wrong to assume it was a person as whatever it is was roughly the same size and build as Kayn, but this wasn't Kayn.

From the void came a being, a fractured and violent adaptation of Kayn. It's skin was made of darkness with a glowing red center held together by the ornamental shards that adorned its body. Upon his head was crowned an imposing set of arched horns and his ordinal uniform was gone expect for the torn pants. This being was no longer Kayn but the vessel reposessed by the sentient alien scythe, Rhaast.

Rhaast emerged from the ora his voice bellowing out across the galaxy for all to hear. "The test has ended. I am victorious! I am the herald of oblivion! I! Am! Rhaast!" The creature cackles in victory before approaching the Demaxian fleet before him.

 "Kayn is gone. What is left is ruination!"

You turn to Yasuo in a panic "We need to leave, get us out of here!"

"But I'm the adventure pilot-"

"NOW IS NOT THE FUCKING TIME JINX." You regret snapping at her harshly but urge Yasuo with a push to take over the control center. You begin to break away from the hoard of armada ships as Rhaast approaches at an alarming speed.

Rhaast hovers before the fleet his serrated scythe glinting in his hand. "What an honour, Kayn. To watch me slaughter everything you wished to rule." And then Rhaast lunges to attack.

You watched in horror as the human sized being was able to tear through army space ships thosaunds of times his size. One ship, he sliced in half with one swing of his scythe. Another ship, he burrowed into, tearing a hole through, forcing Demaxian soldiers to be pulled though the opening into the vacuum of space outside. Their bodies torn and spat out. The next ship is invaded through his phasing abilities and Rhaast tears through the soldiers, ripping them apart.

Rhaast's slaughter is vicious and insatiable as he hops from one ship to another, slaughtering them faster than they can react. The surrounding fleet have also taken their chance and floor it, everyone is scattering into random directions. But Rhaast is an unstoppable force that can chase anything down. Other ships chose to fight as they draw their firearms to shoot at Rhaast who simply laughs at their attempts, he is simply too fast for them and the Demaxian armada end up hitting one another with heir own fire.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" Jinx shrieks drawing your attention towards the Ora gate.

Two giant, clawed hands creep from the blackness of the gate and perch themselves onto the corners of the portal. Something was coming through the gate and into your world and it was massive.

Suddenly your ship jerks from something strong hitting it hard and you are forced to look at Rhaast who has landed on the nose of your ship in front of your windscreen. Just like Kayn he is able to pass through the glass that separates you and he steps aboard. Now you could see his face in greater detail.

His face was featureless except for a toothy maw that is plated in gold forming segmented mandibles, the rest of his head is made of a polished globe with a nebula swirling within.

He approches the three of you and you make a point to step in between Rhaast and Jinx with an arm guarding her back defensively. But both of you knew you stood no chance against Rhaast.

Rhaast walks up to you, his tall frame towering over yours. "It turns out the scythe was evil and wants to annihilate all reality. Who could've guessed?" You take a step back and Rhaast cocks his head to the side in amusement.

"What happened to all that fire you had Y/N? You were filled with so much anger that field your passion. That's what I liked about you." Rhaast turns towards Yasuo and throws his scythe at him like a throwing knife that embeds itself into Yasuo's chest. You cry out for Yasuo as Rhaast walks over to the fallen captain and wrenching the scythe out of his chest causing Yasuo to bleed out onto the floor.

Jinx trembles and hugs you from behind, burying her face into your back. But Rhaast is quick to rip her away from you and tears her head off right in front of you, letting her head drop to the ground with a dull thud.

Now it is you and Rhaast, you had lost the only family you had come to love and care for and your entire life and existence was now about to be ended.

"Why?" Is all your able to croak out.

"Because I live to reap chaos and violence." Rhaast lunges forward and slices at your already wounded torso and then he disappears. You fall to the ground and clutch your wound, looking around confused. You can't see Rhaast but you can feel his presence, your body feels cold and something inside you stirs.

"I'm sick of being the one trapped inside a mind, how I was forced to witness to Kayn's thought's." Rhaasts voice echoes within your mind. "That idiot was an ambitious fool, he had delusions of grandeur. All he could ever think about was ruling the universe as a cosmic emperor, constantly I had to witness these fantasies of him being the greatest threat to the universe that's all he thought about, except for you. Whenever he wasn't obsessing over the ora gates or his duties he was thinking of you, I had to suffer seeing you live in his head as a source of obsession. Albiet one he never acted upon but something about you fascinates him...I don't see it." With that Rhaast finishes his ultimate move, bursting out your body, instantly killing you.

You fall to the ground lifeless and Rhaast gaze lingers on you before looking towards the giant figure that pulls itself out of the ora gate. Finally, his brethren have arrived.

"Bare witness to the Dark Star! Bare witness to Rhaast!"

Bad Ending: The Dark Star.

Took forever but I pulled through once again! For a long time, I've criticized Odyssey Kayn's skin. It is, in my opinion, his greatest skin of all time. It genuinely has the best voice lines and interactions that Heartsteel Kayn just doesn't have (fight me) and the idea/concept was groundbreaking compared to his previous skins. Anyways here's a shitty half assed redesign to his base form's uniform because I'm a fashion snob:

No, I'm not 100% proud or think that it's complete but it's been sitting around for MONTHS, might as well share it.

Part Twelve: coming soon...ish.

#kayn shieda #shieda kayn #kayn league of legends #kayn x reader #league of legends x reader #kayn league of legends x reader #odyssey kayn

[do-mkokoro]

[ IkeVil OCs p1]

Some Ikemen Villains OCs that I drew for my friends! I had fun with intepreting their vibes from what was described and picking the palette for the girls in accordance to their mamas’ designs~ Also some of them have curses and special abilities of their own.

(Artist note is the info I got from reading their stories, not actual word for word description from their mamas!)

More brief info about them below.

1. Stacy Matthews (mama: Miko)

-LI: Alfons Sylvatica

-Curse: The little mermaid - The little mermaid

-Artist note: She is a playful gal who likes cute things and is on a journey of healing after traumatic experiences, while being an occasional castle caretaker at Crown. I hope for the best in her story bc she’s been through a lot of emotional negligence and physical abuse from the past… She deserves all the love and care in the world. 🥲

2. Emily Morris (mama: Anna)

-LI: Harrison Gray

-Curse: none (actually the rare attribute here 🤣)

-Artist note: A police officer who’s also the childhood friend of Harrison, seeking to pursue justice for her dear friend’s sake. She used to be timid and shy, but the pain of having to see the one she loves suffer had encouraged her to become braver, so she can finally be capable of protecting him. Also the one who inspired me to step into the ikevil OC hole haha!

3. Sona Sibera (mama: Solona)

-LI: William Rex

-Curse: The pied piper of Hamelin - The pied piper

-Artist note: On the outside, Sona is the reserved and composed musician (hehe) at the same theatre as Liam. But she can also carry out Crown’s missions in the most efficient manner possible without unnecessary losses. However, as composed as Sona is, if one strucked a nerve, she can become merciless and cruel as a person can be.

4. Maya Syn (mama: Sy)

-LI: Liam Evans

-Curse: The snow queen - The snow queen

-Artist note: She is very adept at combat, and the curse of freezing her surroundings definitely maximizes the effectiveness of taking down opponents, even the guys at Crown aren’t a match. Despite the brute force and sheer power she has, Maya is fairly friendly and easy to make acquaintance with. That aspect made it hard to believe that she’s quite detached from almost all of her interpersonal connections.

#character x oc #original character #OC #OC art #ikevil OC #akira’s art #stacy matthews #emily morris #maya syn #sona sibera

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[robo-milky]

∅ I usually wanna say 'Go for whichever you think Cloche might get along with most' or for hilarity's sake: whichever one Cloche might have the lowest opinion of >:3c

[Ask Game]

Cloche’ thoughts on…

Aadesh

“Mr. Sona? I suppose he is one of the …nicer faculty members.”

• Cloche initially thought Aadesh to be a trusted figure, like the other staffs, until she started to really pay attention to what details other students disclose to him, curtesy of “Binding Bells”. He’s probably the reason Cloche would be more suspicious than ever, not just around him but around other students too. Overlooking that, Cloche finds it somehow relieving that Aadesh isn’t as genuine as he makes himself out to be. She finds it easier to talk to him, not having to put up niceties and getting straight to the point. Cloche would not hide her emotional apathy from Aadesh.

*All faculty members are aware of Cloche’ curse and have been notified by Crowley. The faculty follows special protocols, like ordering her to call them Professor/Mr instead, or watching out for students that may order Cloche follow orders that violate the rules, commanding Cloche to stop if she is given a problematic order.

• If Cloche ever finds out about Aadesh’ true motives for going into NRC, would she care? No… not really. She is aware it’s considered morally bad, but until the consequences of Aadesh’ “exploits” start affecting her personally; she can’t judge him. A part of me can see Cloche striking a deal with Aadesh (or vice versa), to let him hear about the events going on with other students, live— tempting, isn’t it?

• While Cloche is wary of Aadesh and makes the effort to filter out her personal biases around him, feral!Cloche loses that rationality. Like a clueless critter, feral!Cloche takes Aadesh’ politeness at face value, and thinks he’s the best person to “vent” to.

• Another life-sized cat toy. That’s right—! Aadesh’ snake tail/scarf is especially distracting for Cloche— or at least feral!Cloche. It also doesn’t help that Aadesh sticks out like a sore thumb, surrounded by a sea of black blazers. Plus… the shine from the top of his head…

“Mr. Sona, the private intel of my other masters is something I can’t just disclose— even if you ordered me to. I don’t see how this would benefit me in any way.”

#ty for the ask !! #oof- I just think it’d be neat if they had a secret alliance or smth— #I decided to kill to birds with one stone— cause cloche would get along with aadesh yet have less than positive opinions of him #aadesh sona #ask 🎊 #oc: cloche🎊 #mutuals 🎊 #oc ask meme #others ocs #ask meme #ask game #oc interactions #twst oc #twst ocs #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #cat scribblez 🌸

[r7iverett]

Silly Introduction Post!!

HELLO, HELLO!! I’d appreciate if you read this before interacting with me! It contains a lot of info about me, including names, my DNI list, interests, important info and more!

But before that, OC asks!! (Make sure to say it’s an OC ask btw, and to which OC the ask is for!!! ^_^)

* Fay — Open * Cayleb — Open * Chip — Open * Devin — Open * Hex / Hexa — Open

OC personalities (or just a chunk of info about em) here!!

[ Last updated: Sept 22 ]

All info provided under the cut!

My name is Mist, but there’s plenty of nicknames you can call me! Some of these nicknames are:

MP3

MP3 Player

JPEG

PNG

Mist.JPEG (as well as .PNG & .MP3)

(This is bound to be updated at some point!!)

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Important Information / Some Keep-in-minds!

I am a MINOR! Please take note of this when interacting with me!

I think I have ADHD and anger / emotion management issues, but I can’t be sure.

I get a lot angrier a lot faster than others (which is why I think I have some form of anger management issues.).

Please respect my boundaries. Don’t call me by my irl name online, don’t call me things like “mommy” or “mom”, joke or not, and just be respectful in the first place.

I listen to a lot of songs / music that aren’t in English, in which some have disturbing meanings. If I’m recommending music to you, please tell me if you don’t want any disturbing songs.

I curse!!!

This isn’t actually my first account. My old (and currently inactive) account’s user is @m1st-ig. Any info there is most likely outdated. I can’t log back into that account because the email got suspended.

I change my account theme and pfp very often, as I cannot settle on one theme / pfp Imao.

I use tone tags (/j, /hj, /srs, /pos, etc)

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Please DNI / Do Not Interact if you:

Are under basic DNI / Do Not Interact lists (Homo/transphobia, racist, pedophilic, com/proshipper, xenophobic, sexist, etc)

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Interests / Hyper-fixations!

I am interested in various things! These things, not in any particular order, are:

Object Shows

Just Shapes & Beats

The Pink Corruption

Vocaloid Music (In more specific terms, I love song producers like R.I.P. (Really Introverted Producer, Ghost N’ Pals, Vane Lily, MARETU and more!)

PikuNiku

Music in General

And probably more, but I can’t think of them right now :P

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Now, I don’t mind if you make some fan-art of any published sona / oc I make or give me an ask, but I have boundaries.

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Do not, by any circumstances, make nsfw art of my sonas. I am a minor. My sonas represent me.

I’d rather you not make nsfw (not safe for work) of my ocs, but if you do, do NOT by ANY MEANS send it to me / tag me in it. It’s a good way to get blocked.

If you make sfw (safe for work) art, please please PLEASE tag me in it!!! I would love to see your fan-art! If you don’t tag me in it or anything, just credit me for the oc / sona, please!!

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Do not ask me anything dealing with nsfw.

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Be civil, please.

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Random, Extra or Otherwise Unrelated Information

My favorite colors as of now are green, blue and pink!

PikuNiku (as seen in my interests) is my favorite game other than Roblox!

My Roblox user is “TheGreenMist2021”, and my display may change a little every once in a while.

I’m a big ol Suitcase (II) and, to be honest, Iris (TPC) fan!!! :3

I have a lot of ocs, unused, side ocs, concepts or used. There’s a lot of em.

extra silly stuffs (userboxes!!! Feel free to take for your own account and credits to all who made these!!! [also ignore the fact that they’re so big, I copy pasted em :P]) :3

Aaaand that should be it! Thanks for reading!

#introductory post #Intro post

[skylerfurmaniac]

skyler

skyler

skyler

am hunger

has thou got any sona lore thou is willing to share...... 🥺🥺🥺 /nf

i

PEOPLE WANT MY LORE I WASN'T EXPECTING THAT

okay yeah I will I'll give u some food ^^

Everything is underneath keep reading it's a long post lmao

Skyler was actually a mechanic before they fell into the dark world. They could fix anything that you asked for

When Skyler fell, they fell around the time a bit before before the phone started calling spamton. The Addison's found them in the city all lost and stuff, and just basically added them to the friend group.

Skyler was treated the youngest basically even though they were the oldest one. But honestly it would depend on how they were cus they can fluctuate their age if they wanted or because of emotions lol

Until spamton became a big shot, no one else knew Skyler was a, well, GOD (I'm made the basics of Skyler when I was 9 please don't blame me lmao) only they knew and only around them could Skyler be more of... Themselves

Only reason it became public was because in the early days of the big shot era, Skyler was messing around with spamton and stuff, using their magic and shit, and Queen walked into them.

She than basically said if you don't work for me and use those powers of yours, than I won't let you near him

Not really a thing Skyler NOR spam really wanted

So even though they hated it, Skyler started working for queen yeah

Skyler actually knew what was going to happen to spam, but couldn't really interfere because, classic laws of "if you break their path, you break the world" so yeah. It kinda had to happen

It hurted them so much

To just see the person they love, just.... Fall

Anyways the reason why to Skyler wears those gloves and why Queen kicked them out of the mansion (it really didn't matter to them much anyways) was because Skyler TRIED to at least for spamton not to get dunked in the acid..... But they were just to late..... Just. To. Late.

The reason why they are a god though is because they made a deal with...... Someone.... But every wish comes with a curse! And the greater the wish, the greater the curse....

Spamton and Skyler never actually started officially dating till after Skyler found him in the dumpster. EVERYONE knew they liked each other but they'd always ignore them, just saying they were friends with benefits. Yeah right lmaoo

skyler doesn't know who they are or what they are to be exact tbh

Oh and also this sona has SOOO MANY PROBLEMS LMAOO

Depression, social anxiety, ADHD, autism, PTSD, and trust issues XD

Just your daily mess!!

They try not to show it tho :P

Tired, eppy creature holy fuck

Soul is actually rainbow, with a gold outlining

Bleeds red tho. It's weird tho cus when the cut is more dire it slowly turns to gold

PLUSSHIEEESSSSS

They love them so much holy crap help them through a lot

"I TRUSTED YOU!! I TRUSTED YOU WITH MY LIFE, AND WHAT YOU DO? YOU BETRAY ME!!!! I BELIEVED IN EVERY SINGLE WORD YOU SAID TO ME, I BELOVED IN YOU SOOO MUCH!! BUT I WAS STUPID TO DO SO!!! I WAS AN IDIOT!!! YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON I HAVE EVER TRUSTED, I HAVE NEVER TRUSTED ANYONE ELSE. YOU WERE THE FIRST ONE. AND YOU DESTROY IT!!!! I HATE YOU!!!! HATE YOU HATE YOU HATE YOU

HATE YOU!!!!"

:3

Anyways have a drawing of mechanic Skyler lol

#sky's random rambles #asks #art #spamton #skyler's art #sona: skyler #:3333 #That's not even a quarter of it tbh loool #Do as you please with this x3

[phanfictioncatalogue]

Wizards (Non Harry Potter) Masterlist

A Familiar Kind of Love - auroraphilealis

Summary: Born in a world full of magic, Dan spends his days running an apothecary and curing the sick. Potions and antidotes are his only friends, and he lives a happy life of quiet solitude - until a familiar he never wanted takes it all away. Forced to make a decision that’s life or death for one of them, Dan and Phil have to learn to co-exist together, entering a journey of self-discovery… and a familiar kind of love. Ace/Aro

Blessed with a Curse (ao3) - Mirian_Rodrigues

Summary: A prince accidentally wrongs a wizard and is cursed so that no woman shall ever love him. Fortunately, the prince is gay and now that the wizard is a little calmer he notices that the prince is super cute.

Sparks fly, and not because of a magic spell.

Broomsticks and Magic Tricks - sexyendscreensmut

Summary: Dan's a wizard and there's absolutely no fucking way he's going to fall for some idiot who has big blue eyes and a goofy smile.

Carry Me (ao3) - jestbee

Summary: He's not obsessed. It really doesn't matter what Louise says.

"You're looking again."

"At what?"

"Your roommate."

Phil isn't looking. He's checking.

"Pass the butter," is what he says instead.

"You have butter."

"I need more butter."

It is our choices (ao3) - Furud, kittoblin

Summary: Where Dan is prince of England and Phil is the Auror in charge of protecting him.

“Am I expected to believe this?” He said getting serious “Because I’m not buying it. Are you one of them? I’ll listen if you make a rabbit appear”

“It’s not that kind of magic. I am here to protect you from any potential threat that might come from the wizarding world. And to teach you a few things about it”

something extraordinary, i’m sure (ao3) - celestialfics, creativityatbest

Summary: Dan accidentally summons a water-leaching demon while trying to cook his noodles one day, and luckily for him, Phil arrives just in time to help (and maybe hit him over the head). Adventure and magic ensue.

The cauldron of life (ao3) - TheOrangeAurora

Summary: When Dan was born, they knew he was different. Born into this world, but without emotion, he always felt different. Now, grown up and a master of magic and potions, he has made life in his little town and has been content. That is, until the day he comes across a potion that has a promise of making him finally feel.

Based on the prompt: You are born without emotions; to compensate this, you started a donation box where people could donate their unwanted emotions. You’ve lived a life filled with sadness, fear and regret until one day, someone donates happiness.

The Disney Mirror Ritual (ao3) - dangirlphillie

Summary: Dan and Phil have a question that needs answering. The obvious solution is to perform a dangerous ritual in none other than Disney World.

or The One Where Dan Tries a Creepypasta Ritual And It Works

The One With The Dragons (ao3) - CanDanAndPhilNot (enbycalhoun)

Summary: Phil is a young creature collector and the famous wizard and dragon training expert, Daniel Howell, catches wind of Phils rare Miniature Red Reaper.

The Prince and the Mage (ao3) - TheDyingRedRose

Summary: Red~ Prince Daniel takes a liking to the new mage of the castle.

Thorn In My Side (ao3) - fourthingsandawizard

Summary: Dan gently touched the black leaves with the tips of his fingers. “Phil? Is there such a thing as a plant-sona? Because I think I just found mine.”

Phil grimaced, sticking his tongue out in disgust. “Dan! Stop ruining plants for everyone!”

“Ruining?” Dan asked, shooting a mischievous smirk at the camera. “Or improving?”

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Phil puts his Herbology skills to use in a video teaching Dan how to build a DIY floating terrarium. Puns (and disaster) ensue.

when i sing, you sing harmonies (ao3) - The_Blonde

Summary: "Dan’s two minute sonatas reduce to one minute and then to a sad thirty seconds of something lilting and beautiful. It’s sad in such a way that Phil, having begged Dan to play, actually can’t stand and listen to something so full of longing. Sad in a way that it could have been written for Phil (but not possible. Dan doesn’t even know Phil). Sad in a way that Dan could just walk over, take Phil’s heart from his chest and say can I have this? and Phil would say of course, it’s yours".

Or: Witch Phils and the Piano Playing Dans that they just want to make happy (with a sprinkling of magic).

#phanfictioncatalogue #phan #phanfic #phanfiction #masterlists #wizard masterlist #wizard #magic masterlist #magic

[flwoie]

BE CAREFUL WITH MY HEART — 손영재 (TEASER)

A STORY WHERE OPPOSITES CAN ATTACT — THEY JUST NEED TO LEARN HOW TO LOVE

⋆˚✿˖ SUMMARY By the time someone turns 19, their emotions can be controlled by their soulmate, and they can control their soulmate’s. Sometimes it can land in good or bad hands. So what happens if one of the biggest players you know has your heart?

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ STARRING eric x f! reader

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ GENRE soulmate au (a real one this time unlike st), fluff, comedy, angst 😼, strangers? to lovers (idk, they know each other through friends)

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ CW profanity, reader works at a pizzeria and hates pineapple pizza, homie hopping eric, more will be added in the actual fic

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ RATING 15+

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ TEASER WORD COUNT 0.9k [934] | EST. WC <10k (i’m hoping it’s not too much 😭🙏)

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ SONA SPEAKING giggles im finally writing a tbz fic. i thought of this idea when i was suffering on the toilet while i was listening to the song n i thought it was such a cute idea :(. i’m posting the teaser so i could forget about it and never write. jk i’ll try to finish this but i can’t make any promises

THIS WORK IS PURE FICTION—ALL THE IDOLS MENTIONED IN THIS DO NOT REFLECT WITH THEIR ACTUAL LIFE AND CAREER.

ONE — THE LAST TIME I’LL SEE YOU

8:36. You woke up earlier than your alarm. Or maybe you set your alarm at the wrong time and slept in. Either way, you have a lot of time before your shift starts. Your phone lights up and shows a text from a friend.

✉️ sangyeon : happy birthday y/n :) ! 🎉

You checked the date on your phone. Right, it’s your nineteenth birthday today. Nineteen isn’t a special number; it just shows you have six more years before you’re an actual adult. That’s what you thought when you were younger. It is a special number. It was a number you feared because you knew someone was able to control your emotions. You expected to wake up dead, but you woke up the same way you woke up yesterday.

You looked through messages from friends and relatives wishing you a happy birthday. It would be a happy day if it weren’t filled with the smell of flour, tomatoes, and cheese. You groaned as you got up and went to your closet to look for your uniform. Your crimson t-shirt has now turned garnet red. You wonder if it’s your uniform or a shirt you bought weeks ago. You placed the shirt on your bed, knowing it’s probably not your uniform—it’s a red shirt; no one is going to notice.

You sat in front of your desk to do your makeup. As you look through your makeup bag for concealer, you notice that you don’t have a single beauty blender. You might as well treat yourself and get one today. You closed your makeup bag and put the shirt on. You lay down on your bed, waiting for the right time to call an Uber to get you to the pizzeria.

9:54. “Thank you!” You thanked the driver after paying them. You cursed yourself for calling an Uber during traffic and wished you had called them right away. The hostess greeted you when you rushed into the pizzeria.

“Wow, you’re only six minutes away before Jangjun scolds you for being late,” Karina deadpans. You eyed the kitchen to see if he was making sure your coworkers were properly making a pizza, but he was nowhere to be seen. “If you’re wondering where he is, he ran to Costco to find a gift for his girlfriend.” Not surprised. Jangjun tends to go places during work, even when there’s an angry mob of starving people.

“Happy birthday, by the way,” she said, handing you your apron, a notepad, and a pen. You put on the apron, placed the notepad and pen in your pockets, and headed to the counter to clock in.

It’s been hours since you’ve taken people’s orders, served them, and given them the bill. You would talk to Karina back and forth, the topic being mainly your soulmate. You only have a few minutes until you clock out; all you have to do is serve this couple a large Hawaiian pizza. You glared at the couple who ordered it—seriously, who the hell puts pineapple on pizza? You made your way to their table with the pizza in your hand. As you were walking, a running figure bumped into you, causing you to fall and drop the pizza. The man catches the pizza but leaves you on the floor.

“Don’t they teach their servers how to not fall?” the man asks, placing the pizza on the table.

“Don’t track stars learn how to watch where they’re going?!” you retorted as you got up. He scratches the back of his head and apologises. He quickly pulls out his wallet and takes out a twenty dollar bill. He reaches for your hand and places the bill in your hand, closing it afterwards.

“Take a twenty; you’re welcome!” he yells after he runs toward the exit. You should be mad at the guy and chase him down for catching the pizza instead of you. Instead, you’re calm and happy that he left, hoping that he’ll never come back. Maybe your soulmate didn’t want a sulky Y/N coming home from work. You grabbed the pizza and went to the couple to place it on their table.

After clocking out, you sat down on an empty table near the podium where Karina was standing. You complained to her about the guy who bumped into you and saved a pizza’s life rather than yours.

“Eric,” she mentioned. You hummed in confusion. “His name is Eric; he’s one of Kevin’s friends. He used to date Eun, Yumi, or literally anyone we knew; they’ve had a history of being together.”

Yikes. You ran into a guy who could’ve made you his girlfriend and would leave you in seconds. You took out the twenty dollar bill he gave you earlier from your pocket and placed it on the table in front of her. “He gave this to me before he ran off,” you muttered.

“It’s a trap!” Karina uttered, taking the money and stuffing it in her pocket. “He’s trying to win you over with a stupid piece of paper, a very worthy piece of paper,” she said, mumbling the last part.

A worthy piece of paper from such a worthless man. Though it was quite interesting to see him sacrifice a few bucks for a piece of dough he never got to eat. And those few bucks getting stolen from your own best friend—you might as well ask him for another when he bumps into you. After all, what’s the harm in falling into a trap?

Curse your soulmate for making you think positively of the guy instead of anything mean.

#kflixnet #k-labels #kvanity #queued #the boyz #tbz #eric sohn #eric sohn x reader #eric sohn imagines #eric sohn scenarios #eric sohn fluff #the boyz x reader #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #the boyz fluff #tbz x reader #tbz imagines #tbz scenarios #tbz fluff #kpop #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #pooie

[richincolor]

New Releases

Four new books to round out the month of June, just in time to take to the beach.

The Dream Runners by Shveta Thakrar Harper Collins

Seven years ago, Tanvi was spirited away to the subterranean realm of Nagalok, where she joined the ranks of the dream runners: human children freed of all memory and emotion, charged with harvesting mortal dreams for the consumption of the naga court.

Venkat knows a different side of Nagalok. As apprentice to the influential Lord Nayan, he shapes the dream runners’ wares into the kingdom’s most tantalizing commodity. And Nayan has larger plans for these mortal dreams: with a dreamsmith of Venkat’s talent, he believes he can use them to end a war between nagas and their ancient foe, the garudas.

But when one of Tanvi’s dream harvests goes awry, she begins to remember her life on Earth. Panicked and confused, she turns to the one mortal in Nagalok who can help: Venkat. And as they search for answers, a terrifying truth begins to take shape—one that could turn the nagas’ realm of dreams into a land of waking nightmare.

The Black Girls Left Standing by Juliana Goodman Feiwel & Friends

Sixteen-year-old Beau Willet has dreams of being an artist and one day leaving the Chicago projects she’s grown up in. But after her older sister, Katia, is killed by an off-duty police officer, Beau knows she has to clear her sister’s name by finding the only witness to the murder; Katia’s no-good boyfriend, Jordan, who has gone missing. If she doesn’t find him and tell the world what really happened, Katia’s death will be ignored, like the deaths of so many other Black women who are wrongfully killed.

With the help of her friend, Sonnet, Beau sets up a Twitter account to gather anonymous tips. But the more that Beau finds out about her sister’s death, the more danger she finds herself in. And with a new relationship developing with her childhood friend, Champion, and the struggle to keep her family together, Beau is soon in way over her head. How much is she willing to risk to clear her sister’s name and make sure she’s not forgotten?

Godslayers (Gearbreakers #2) by Zoe Hana Mikuta Feiwel Friends

The only way to kill a god is from the inside...

The Gearbreakers struck a devastating blow against Godolia on Heavensday, but the cost of victory has been steep. Months later, the few rebels who've managed to escape the tyrannical empire's bloody retribution have fled to the mountains, hunted by the last Zenith--Godolia's only surviving leader. Eris has been held prisoner since the attack on the capital city, which almost killed her. And she begins to wish it had when she discovers Sona--the girl she loves, the girl she would tear down cities for--also survived, only to be captured and Corrupted by the Zenith. The cybernetic brainwashing that Sona has forcibly undergone now has her believing herself a loyal soldier for Godolia, and Eris' mortal enemy. With the rebellion shattered and Godolia moving forward with an insidious plan to begin inducting Badlands children into a new Windup Pilot program, the odds have never been more stacked against the Gearbreakers. Their last hope for victory will depend on whether Eris and Sona can somehow find their way back to each other from opposite sides of a war...

Bad Things Happen Here by Rebecca Barrow Margaret K. McElderry Books

Luca Laine Thomas lives on a cursed island. To the outside world, Parris is an exclusive, idyllic escape accessible only to the one percent. There’s nothing idyllic about its history, though, scattered with the unsolved deaths of young women—deaths Parris society happily ignores to maintain its polished veneer. But Luca can’t ignore them. Not when the curse that took them killed her best friend, Polly, three years ago. Not when she feels the curse lingering nearby, ready to take her next.

When Luca comes home to police cars outside her house, she knows the curse has visited once again. Except this time, it came for Whitney, her sister. Luca decides to take the investigation of Whitney’s death into her own hands. But as a shocking betrayal rocks Luca’s world, the identity Whitney’s killer isn’t the only truth Luca seeks. And by the time she finds what she’s looking for, Luca will come face to face with the curse she’s been running from her whole life.

#new releases #weneeddiversebooks

[the-storm-of-ruin]

My six way cross-over oc/sona

Name: Rakurai

Gender: Female

Age: 1,500+

Clan: Dragon

Race: Yamati(Oriental Dragon)

Role: Queen

Epithet: Lightning Dragon God

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Rakurai is a majestic dragoness who dwells in the shadows, hidden from the world. Her heart is burdened with immense sorrow, as she feels the weight of her loneliness. Despite her fearsome appearance, she is a gentle soul yearning for love and acceptance.

Her scales glisten under the moonlight, radiating a mesmerizing shimmer that captivates all who lay eyes upon her. However, her eyes betray her true emotions, telling a tale of despair and longing. She longs for a love that seems forever out of reach, trapped by the chains of fear and ignorance that bind her.

Rakurai soars high above the clouds, reveling in her freedom. Yet, even in her flight, her spirit remains tethered to the ground, never truly liberated from the shackles of her sorrow. She is a creature of unparalleled beauty and unyielding strength, but the curse of loneliness haunts her every step.

Through the night, the echoes of Rakurai's sorrow resonate, a haunting melody that touches the hearts of those who hear it. She is a symbol of resilience and vulnerability, a reminder that even the most powerful beings can experience deep loneliness.

Rakurai's origin story is shrouded in mystery and legend. According to ancient tales, she was born from a thunderstorm, emerging from the clash of lightning and rain. It is said that her creation was a result of the Earth's longing for balance and harmony.

Rakurai possesses a unique ability to control and harness electricity. Sparks dance along her scales, and when she unleashes her power, bolts of lightning crackle and illuminate the night sky. This extraordinary gift, however, comes with a great responsibility. She must learn to control her power, channeling it for the greater good and protecting those in need.

Despite her immense power, Rakurai is a gentle and compassionate soul. She is deeply connected to nature and has a profound appreciation for its beauty. She finds solace in the whisper of the wind, the rustle of leaves, and the gentle patter of rain. Through her bond with the natural world, Rakurai draws strength and finds peace amidst the chaos.

Rakurai's journey is one of self-discovery and growth. As she navigates through the complexities of her existence, she learns to embrace her uniqueness and find her place in the world. Along the way, she encounters various challenges and obstacles, testing her resilience and determination.

Throughout her story, Rakurai encounters other mythical creatures and forms deep connections with them. These relationships provide her with companionship and support, reminding her that she is not alone in her struggles. Together, they embark on adventures, facing dangers and overcoming adversity, all the while strengthening their bonds and discovering the true meaning of friendship.

Rakurai's story is a tale of power, vulnerability, and the quest for identity. It explores themes of self-acceptance, finding one's purpose, and the transformative power of love and friendship. Through her journey, Rakurai inspires others to embrace their own unique qualities and to never be afraid to shine brightly, even in the face of darkness.

Abilities

Rakurai possesses a unique ability to control and harness electricity. She has the power to generate and manipulate electrical energy, allowing her to create lightning bolts, electric shocks, and other electrical phenomena. Sparks dance along her scales, and when she unleashes her power, bolts of lightning crackle and illuminate the sky. This ability gives her a formidable advantage in battles and allows her to protect herself and others from harm. However, it also comes with a great responsibility to use her power wisely and for the greater good.

With her ability to control and harness electricity, Rakurai can do a variety of impressive feats. Here are some examples:

1. Generate Lightning Bolts: Rakurai can summon powerful lightning bolts from the sky and direct them towards her targets. These bolts carry immense electrical energy and can cause significant damage upon impact.

2. Electric Shock: Rakurai can generate electric shocks that she can deliver through physical contact. This ability allows her to immobilize adversaries or stun them temporarily.

3. Electromagnetic Manipulation: Rakurai can manipulate and control electromagnetic fields. She can use this ability to disrupt electronic devices, create electromagnetic pulses, or even manipulate metal objects with magnetic properties.

4. Electric Shield: Rakurai can create a protective shield of electricity around herself or others. This shield acts as a barrier against physical attacks and can deflect projectiles or absorb energy-based assaults.

5. Energy Absorption: Rakurai has the ability to absorb electrical energy from external sources. This allows her to recharge her own energy levels or drain power from electrical devices and opponents.

6. Electric Flight: By channeling electricity through her body, Rakurai can achieve flight or levitation. This ability grants her enhanced mobility and aerial maneuverability.

7. Electric Whip: Rakurai can shape electricity into a whip-like form and use it as a weapon. She can whip her opponents with electrified lashes, delivering painful shocks and disorienting them.

8. Electric Surge: Rakurai can release a powerful surge of electricity from her body, creating a shockwave that affects everything in its path. This ability allows her to clear a wide area of enemies or disable electronic devices.

9. Electric Manipulation: Rakurai can manipulate electrical currents in her surroundings. She can redirect the flow of electricity, control electronic devices, or even override security systems.

10. Electric Healing: Rakurai has the ability to channel electricity to heal herself or others. By directing electrical energy into injured areas, she can accelerate the healing process and restore vitality.

11. Electric Nova: Rakurai can gather a massive amount of electrical energy within herself and unleash it in a powerful explosion. This electric nova can devastate a large area, causing widespread damage to enemies and structures.

12. Electric Camouflage: Rakurai can merge with electrical currents and become invisible, blending into her surroundings. This ability grants her enhanced stealth and the element of surprise in combat situations.

13. Electric Communication: Rakurai can communicate with electronic devices and even establish a mental connection with them. This ability allows her to gather information, hack into systems, or control technology remotely.

14. Electric Empowerment: Rakurai can temporarily enhance her physical abilities by channeling electricity through her body. This boosts her strength, speed, and agility, making her a formidable combatant.

15. Electric Discharge: Rakurai can release small, controlled bursts of electricity from her fingertips. This ability allows her to deliver precise electrical shocks to disable opponents or manipulate delicate objects.

These details highlight the versatility and adaptability of Rakurai's electricity-based abilities. She can utilize her powers for offense, defense, mobility, communication, and various other purposes, making her a formidable force to be reckoned with. These are just a few examples of what Rakurai can do with her unique ability to control and harness electricity. Her powers are versatile and can be adapted creatively depending on the situation.

#black clover oc #fairy tail oc #mashle: magic and muscles oc #seven deadly sins oc #black clover x oc #fairy tail x oc #mashle: magic and muscles x oc #seven deadly sins x oc #nacht faust x oc #mercphobia x oc #abyss razor x oc #gloxinia x oc #my screen shots from draconia for her draconic appearance #can't draw hoomans and will not google pics #honkai star rail oc #honkai star rail x oc #argenti x oc #genshin impact oc #genshin impact x oc #diluc ragnvindr x oc

[moon-fics]

𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓜𝓮

Welcome, my name is Cloudy! Here are a few things about me I hope we can bond over!

I'm 19, turning 20 soon!

I'm a Virgo but I don't completely believe star sighs matter!

My favorite superhero is obviously Spider-man (Mostly TASM)

My forever celebrity crush is Andrew Garfield because he's just so skrunkly

I often write angst to vent but I love writing fluff as well

My favorite color is light purple or dark blue there is no between 😡

I love studying stars and the ocean for fun

I enjoy writing more than I should for someone majoring in something else entirely but what can I say🤩

I'm so fucking funny. That's it. I'm funny and you know it.

My bestie is Loxbbg and my certified Tumblr wife 🤢

I enjoy conversing with people so feel free to send a stupid inbox message or just a picture of cursed images

I cry like a LOT but it's because I read that stupid two-headed calf poem that TikTok shoves in my face

If I could have any power it would be shape-shifting or elemental powers

My Spider-sona is called Night-Spider and her powers are that her webs can make anyone fall asleep. However, the bigger the person the more webs she'd need to attach to them. She can also use a small amount of her webs to calm someone who is emotional. Her canon event is that her husband dies in a similar way to TASM Gwen dies.

If I could eat any food it would either be spicy chips or chicken tacos!

My favorite holiday is Halloween and this year I'll be dressing as Spider-man!

Embarrassing fact: I once bought the wrong ice cream that had peanut butter in it (I'm allergic to peanuts) and took a huge bite of peanut butter.

Fun fact: I have over 15 Funko pops!

[birch-forest]

Looking at what could have been,,

#my post #my art #jgvufdufdut last drawing was actually so cursed i had to draw my sona in my normal style or else u wouldnt b able to sleep #bcs it is... 2 am. fuxk #ayway uh imagine i made fanart of my sona n handed it to them. ye #i also realised i prolly should make an emotion chart of smt w my sona bcs they have funky eyes n 2 pupils so it could b fun #since i never drew them disgusted like that b4 lmao #anyway uh. gn 💙💛 #oc neebee

[melanielocke]

You have no idea what I’ve done for my sister

CW: mentions of alcoholism, implied PTSD, toxic relationship

The scene in Chain of Gold where Cordelia finds out about Elias’ alcoholism, rewritten from Alastair’s POV. Some of the dialogue is directly from the book. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32221615 

‘Why do you need to bring this up again?’ Charles sounded exasperated. ‘I’ve explained my reasons for marrying Grace. I’m doing it all for you, you know that. Why can’t you at least be grateful?’

Alastair was spending the evening with Charles at his house. Matthew would be with his parabatai at the institute and Charles’ parents were still stuck in Idris, so they had the house to themselves. It was a welcome change, to not have to hide even within Charles’ own home.

But the moment Charles had mentioned his new fiancée Alastair felt angry and hurt all over again. Why couldn’t Charles understand that? Why couldn’t Charles at least listen when Alastair said it hurt?

‘I know that,’ Alastair said. ‘But it is not what I want. It is not how I want to live.’

Charles pulled him closer. ‘I know,’ he said, brushing Alastair’s cheek. ‘It is difficult for me too. But this is the way of the world. Neither of us can change that.’

Alastair hated that Charles was right. He knew anything else was impossible. He knew he would never be happy, but at least he had Charles. It still didn’t feel good, the way it had to be, the way Charles never listened to his concerns. But when Charles looked at him like that, Alastair couldn’t refuse him. At least he was loved. At least it was something. And Charles was all he had.

Even with the house all to themselves, sex with Charles was still rushed, as if they could be interrupted any moment and when they were done Alastair knew he was expected to leave and go home. He wished he could have stayed, he wished he could have stayed the night and slept next to Charles like they’d done in Paris. Even then Charles always left before he woke up though. But it was something.

Alastair left after getting dressed. Charles had gotten what he wanted, but Alastair still felt terrible. He put on his coat and left. Just in time, it seemed, as he saw Matthew Fairchild arrive home. Matthew didn’t see him, fortunately, and Alastair took the carriage home.

‘Where have you been?’ his mother asked when he arrived, looking a bit disheveled in his inverness cape.

‘I was visiting Charles,’ Alastair said.

Sona frowned. ‘At this hour?’

‘Charles has been very busy as acting consul,’ Alastair said, deflecting the question. ‘I’ve done the best I could to help him. It hasn’t been easy for him to lead everyone through these difficult times.’

‘Oh that is very considerate of you. Do you want tea? I can make some if you like.’

Alastair wasn’t sure. He was still upset, he couldn’t shake the way Charles had spoken to him. Like his concerns didn’t matter. He knew there was no other way, he knew it would have to be a secret. Cordelia had found out anyway, she had claimed to love him still, but it didn’t feel that way. She didn’t trust him anymore, and that hurt far more than her knowing about him and Charles. He knew he wasn’t close to her like they used to be, but he’d thought she at least knew he wouldn’t betray her. He’d thought she trusted him to do what was best for her.

‘No, but thanks. I think I’m going to the library,’ he said. Reading usually helped him calm down when he was in such a state.

‘Oh, I think it is best you did not go there. You see, Cordelia is there with James.’

Alastair’s eyes went wide. ‘With James? Alone? You cannot be serious.’

It didn’t make sense, his mother surely wouldn’t allow them to be alone? James could easily ruin Cordelia. He knew his sister longed to be liked, and if people heard about James being alone with her, gossip would follow. It always did. She would be devastated, ruined even.

‘Have you not seen the way James looks at Cordelia? He clearly likes her very much, and if he proposes before the truth comes out then she will be saved. He might be proposing right now, and it would not do to interrupt.’

‘You don’t understand,’ Alastair began, but he broke off.

She didn’t understand that James Herondale hated him. She didn’t understand that James Herondale loved Grace Blackthorn and no one else. He walked away and to the library. Perhaps it wasn’t true. Perhaps James had left. But he found the two of them there, Cordelia in her nightclothes, and Alastair was sure James’ intentions with her couldn’t be good. No honorable man would spend time alone with an unmarried lady while she was in her nightclothes of all things. Alastair knew it was a bit hypocritical, only a moment ago he had had sex with another man, but this was his little sister and he wasn’t going to let James Herondale ruin her life.

‘My mother said you were both in here,’ he said with a drawl, trying to control the rage that was building inside of him.

Alastair had never done well controlling his anger, all he knew was to repress everything he felt and right now it had become too much.

‘I didn’t credit it at first,’ he continued, ‘but now I see it is true.’

He glared at James. ‘She may feel that it is permissible to leave you alone with my sister, but I don’t. You brought her home in the dead of the night, injured and looking like a drowned rat.’

Alastair had no clue what had happened to Cordelia, but he did know that ever since they had come to London, ever since she had started spending time with James and his friends, she went from one dangerous situation to the other and Alastair did not know how to keep her safe anymore.

James crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at Alastair with those odd yellow eyes of his. He’d once commented how those eyes were like a goat’s. He no longer saw that resemblance.

‘Actually, Matthew brought her back. I’ve only just arrived.’

James couldn’t really believe that would make a difference, would it? Alastair shrugged off his coat and threw it over the arm of the chair.

‘I thought you had better sense, Herondale, than to put yourself in a position to compromise my sister.’

Cordelia stood up. ‘He brought back Cortana,’ she protested.

‘Your mother welcomed me into this room,’ said James. ‘Hers is the authority here, not yours.’

‘My mother doesn’t understand-‘ Alastair began, but it wouldn’t matter to James.

His mother was expecting a proposal, a happy marriage. Something that would never be. He knew his mother wanted Cordelia married and protected from the shame, but Alastair was certain that James had no intention of marrying her. He took off his gloves, his fingers shaking, desperately trying to keep his emotions under control.

‘I know you hate me for how I treated you in school, and rightfully so,’ Alastair said. ‘But however much you hate me, do not take it out on my sister.’

He didn’t dare show a hint of vulnerability, not to James Herondale. Not to someone who would pick at any weakness he could find to destroy him. It was what everyone did.

‘Alastair, you made my life a living hell at the academy. But I’d never take it out on Cordelia. That is something you would do, not something I would do.’

Alastair flinched at the accusation. I would never do such a thing, he wanted to say. He would never get married, he would never deceive a woman of his love. But he couldn’t say any of that.

‘I see how it is,’ he said. ‘In school I had the power, and here you have the power to lord it over me.’ Alastair knew deep down that he’d never had any power at all, not with his family’s reputation in shambles. He’d desperately held on to the few things he could control all his life. Including his treatment of James in school. He regretted it, of course, hated what he’d allowed himself to become. But it was too late for regret and apologies now, James had decided to take his revenge. And he deserved that, he knew it. But Cordelia did not.

‘What’s your game? What do you want with my sister?’

‘Your sister,’ James said, his voice cold like Alastair’s often was. ‘Your sister is the only thing keeping me from punching you in the face. Your sister loves you, Angel knows why, and you aren’t even the least bit grateful.’

Alastair’s mind went blank. How dare he imply he didn’t love his sister? Everything he’d done, was so she could be happy and safe. He barely heard himself speak. ‘You have no idea what I’ve done for my sister. You have no idea about out family. You don’t know the first thing-‘ Alastair stopped himself. Even now, he couldn’t betray their secrets. No one could know. He’d almost revealed the truth. Stupid. Weak. Every terrible thing his father had called him in his drunken state came to mind. It was a voice stuck in his head, and he feared it would never go away.

‘James,’ Cordelia said softly. ‘James, you’d better go.’

James turned to Cordelia, and Alastair couldn’t hear everything he said. ‘I won’t leave you alone,’  he could make out. Did James seriously think he would hurt his own sister, after everything he’d done for her? Did he not understand that Cordelia’s safety was all that mattered to him?

James raised his hand as if to touch her, but quickly changed his mind and left the room. Cordelia followed him, locking the door behind him. She turned to face him, and Alastair expected her to be angry. He knew Cordelia liked James, perhaps she was even expecting a proposal. He wasn’t sure she’d understand he’d rescued her from a terrible shame, had anyone heard about what happened.

‘What did you mean?’ she asked. ‘By “You have no idea what I’ve done for my sister”?’

Alastair reached down to where he’d dropped his gloves and picked them up. ‘Nothing,’ he said, cursing himself for giving so much away. And for what? To hurt James Herondale? To drive him away? To prove him wrong? ‘I meant nothing, Cordelia.’

Alastair knew it was a terrible excuse, but he couldn’t think of anything. He was desperately trying to maintain his composure, to find a sense of serenity.

‘Yes you did,’ she said, her tone accusatory. ‘I can tell that there is something you’re not telling me, something that has to do with Father. All this time you have acted like my attempts to save him, to save us, are childish and silly. You haven’t stood up for him at all. What are you not telling me?’

His father didn’t deserve anyone to stand up for him. He stood no chance at winning his trial. But Cordelia couldn’t know. Not after everything he’d done to protect her from the truth. Alastair closed his eyes. ‘Please stop asking,’ he said.

‘I won’t,’ Cordelia said, stubborn as always. ‘You think Father did something wrong. Don’t you?’

The gloves Alastair had been holding fell to the floor. ‘It doesn’t matter what I think, Cordelia-‘

‘It does matter!’ Cordelia said, nearly losing her temper. ‘It matters when you hide things from me, you and Mâmân. I got a letter from the Consul. It said that they couldn’t try Father with the Mortal Sword because he didn’t remember a thing about the expedition. How could that be? What did he do-‘

Alastair had to admit to himself that Cordelia would found out sooner or later. She wasn’t going to give up until he told her the truth. ‘He was drunk,’ he said, failing the hide the bitterness he felt towards their father. ‘The night of the expedition, he was drunk, so drunk he probably sent those poor bastards into a nest of vampires because he didn’t know enough not to. So drunk he doesn’t remember a thing. Because he’s always bloody drunk, Cordelia. The only one of us who didn’t know that is you.’

Cordelia sank down on the couch, distress written all over her face. Realization too. She had to know it was true. She had to suspect something. Alastair could only divert her attention so much.

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ she asked, her voice soft.

‘Because I never wanted you to know,’ Alastair burst out. ‘Because I wanted you to have a childhood, a thing I never had. I wanted you to be able to love and respect your father as I never could. Every time he made a mess, who do you think had to clean it up? Who told you Father was ill or sleeping when he was drunk? Who went out and fetched him when he passed out in a gin palace and smuggled him in through the back door? Who learned at ten years old to refill the brandy bottles with water each morning so no one would notice the levels had sunk-?’

He broke off, breathing hard, desperately trying not to break down in front of his sister. He didn’t want her to see him like this, he didn’t want her to know the truth, how his father had broken him and left him with that awful bitterness everyone saw. But he had little choice.

‘Alastair,’ Cordelia whispered, reaching out her hand, to touch him perhaps, but she dropped it again. She rarely dared touch him anymore, but that was his fault, for pushing her away.

‘He will never win this trial,’ Alastair said, looking away from Cordelia. He didn’t dare look her in the eye. ‘Even though the Mortal Sword is useless, he will indict himself with the way he looks, the way he speaks. The Clave knows a drunk when they see one. That is why Mother wants you married quickly. So you will be safe when the shame of it comes down.’

‘But what of you?’ said Cordelia and Alastair was surprised she would think of him. ‘No shame should accrue to you either- Father’s weakness is not your weakness.’

Alastair looked back at Cordelia. Alcohol was not his weakness, he knew that, but it didn’t matter. He’d failed his family, nothing he’d done had made his father stop drinking and there was nothing he could do to rescue his mother and sister from the shame it brought him. He’d loved his father once, but it hadn’t been enough and in time that love had turned to that awful bitterness he carried with him. He didn’t want Cordelia to have to bear that burden.

‘I have my own weakness, as you well know,’ Alastair said.

‘Love is not a weakness, Alastair dâdâsh,’ Cordelia said.

Alastair hesitated at the use of a Persian word. It had always been a weakness of his. Father had learnt Persian for his mother and spoke it fairly well. He would often turn to his mother’s language when he wanted something from him, when he needed to resurrect whatever love Alastair had left for his father. Alastair had always imagined it very romantic, if a partner was willing to learn their language. Charles had never bothered, of course. But that idea had turned bitter along with everything else with the way his father used it as a weapon.

‘Isn’t it?’ he said, turning to leave the room.

Love was his weakness. His love for his father, turned bitter. He loved Charles the way he was supposed to love a woman, and although he did not feel ashamed of it, he knew it only brought pain to love as he did.

‘Don’t give your heart to James Herondale, Cordelia. He is in love with Grace Blackthorn and he always will be.’

Just like he would always love Charles, no matter how much it hurt him. There was no happiness for Cordelia with James, the sooner she realized that, the better. He would never want her to end up in a marriage like their parents, his mother loving his father when he could never give anything back.

Alastair left Cordelia in the library and went to find his mother downstairs. ‘Are you sure you don’t want tea, Alastair joon,’ she said gently. ‘What has upset you?’

Alastair sank onto the couch. ‘She knows. Layla knows.’

His mother knew what he meant, of course. She sat down next to him. ‘She was bound to find out sooner or later. Better that she heard it from you.’

Alastair wasn’t so sure about that, he hadn’t explained it gently exactly. He hadn’t known how. He desperately tried to compose himself, he certainly couldn’t allow his mother to watch as he broke down.

‘I think I should go to bed,’ he finally said. ‘Helping Charles was enough for today. Good night.’

‘Good night,’ his mother said.

Alastair made his way to his bedroom and changed for bed. His bedroom was neat as it always was, no matter which house he lived in. He wasn’t sure why he was so obsessed with keeping everything neat, but at least it was something he could control. He held onto a pillow as he lay in bed and broke down, using the pillow to silence any sounds he made so Cordelia wouldn’t hear.

It happened regularly lately, some nights he just broke down. He wasn’t sure why, or how to stop it. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be this weak, this emotional, but after repressing so much feeling it all came out at once. He wasn’t sure what exactly he was crying over, if it was Cordelia finally knowing the truth, or his fight with James. Or perhaps Charles. He often cried over Charles lately. He heard his father’s voice in his mind. It had been years since he’d cried in front of his father, but he could still hear his words. Weak, pathetic. Men don’t cry. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been crying, but at some point he stopped. He didn’t feel any better, just empty, tired, yet he couldn’t sleep. He often had nightmares when he did. After a long time he did manage to fall into a restless sleep.

#alastair carstairs #cordelia carstairs #tlh #the last hours #charles fairchild #james herondale