#one creator expressed they were crying for months

[snuffbomb-awareness]

Got a DM asking who Nadzarki was.

Lemme just say that question alone is a good sign. Never let this person try to wiggle back to any fandom. To OVERLY under play what this did. -Used their brother's DA account to at first just try and boost their popularity. See example's below. (First picture on top Left featuring Jason, Jason was getting very popular so she 100% took advantage of this and made that "New age of Pasta" all under this old Davink account.)

-She begun catfishing on said brothers account. Such things as Jasdavink "All the girls in my school stalk me, its so bad I even have fanfictions written by them on wattpad." "he" legit showed a screenshot of what we now know as a celeberty from their part of the world. -Nadzarki once threated this (keep in mind they are all sock puppet accounts too) one fangirl who was an embodiment of a meangirl leader, that she would "drive the 2 hours away to see Jasdavink and keep him safe." Thus stating they didn't know one another or were related when in fact the account she hijacked from her brother...well was her brothers. -CandyPout, another catchfish account. First made to act like she was this defensive fangirl from Japan (not the same country as Nadz and Jasink) who eventually was shipped between each other. Again BROTHERS ACCOUNT. (there was also a rumor by the people investigating that Candy was also the nickname for her little sister so gross.) -Nadzarki Game ends the Candypout account, after Jasink account falls in love with a none sock puppet account. Claims that Candypout had cancer and that she passed away. a note her friends send to Jasink account which then gets shared by the other effected people.

-Jasink account starts dating someone, and to keep this simple to a extreme degree. This account once used to just get Nadzarki popular was now a FULL CATFISH! Started Dating a person who I will keep unnamed as they've been through a lot already, so gaslight, gatekeep, and abuse was on full swing. Nadzarki Legit start getting feelings for this person and even (using Jasink account) asked people what to do about "Nadzarki's feelings toward my GF" This all changed thanks to THE EVENT: -Nadzarki Almost gets caught using Jasink account (now named Davink) with how similar the artstyles are. SUDDENLY 15 minutes later Davink died. Another catfish account KOd off, but now it dragged the whole community at the time. Talking about the big creators too like ghostfacenikol, Bleedingheartworks, Ivydarkrose, etc . His death had SUCH a huge inpat that, one as you can imagine someone in love, the person dating this catfish was so distort over the sudden news they nearly game ended themselves over the heartbreak. (This is why catfishing can be so so so Deadly)

So Now you have the fandom mourning this young creator (did I mention these catfishes were 14-16 years old, being done by a 20 year old woman at the time. ) With this mourning you can even seeing artwork dedicated to this young teen. -Nadzarki no longer had the catfish accounts, You'd think she'd stop but NOPE!!!! MADE TWO NEW ACCOUNTS!!! TO PRETEND TO.BE.JAPINK. IRL FREINDS. Used this accounts to "help" Jasink's lover mourn through this. ONE of these accounts slowly started saying possessive and s*xually hassassing things to this grieving person (this over the course of months, but still disturbing) And that is where Nadzarki would then fake bad events so much so that, that people were catching on (except the major victims, such as the ex catfish lover and the too nice for their own good, creators.) And of course, she was called out. To why we know all this. SO YES! PLEASE NEVER CATFISH. TLDR: Nadzarki= Creepshowart of the Creepypasta community. Nearly got others game ended with the faked catfishes, and emotionally, mentally, and s*xually abused others through those sock puppet accounts.

[a-998h]

What if Creator successfully escaped Teyvat?

Creator's POV

Holy shit, I did it! I opened the portal, I can go back home. The Spiral Abyss portal is wide open and I'm really to get the hell out of here.

As I walk forward and a primogem shaped portal opens and out walks the character the fandom called, the Unknown God.

Her cold expression bored into me. She moved closer to me.

"I see you opened a portal, you want to leave don't you?" she asks.

I nods my head and she leans forward and tells me she has a solution.

"What is it?" I ask.

" Relinquish all your power to me and Clestia," she staed.

There was a tense silence before I extended my hand to her.

"Deal," is all I say to her after that.

She opens a portal to who knows where and leaves me in front of the Spiral Abyss. Closing my eyes I walk into the portal and...

I hear people's voices, I hear my friends voices laced with concern and relief.

"Holy shit, you're ok!" One yells.

The yelling make my ears hurt. I look around and see a few nurses and a doctor. My friends have eyes with various degrees of red and puffiness. They must have all been crying at some point. . I can tell I'm in a hospital.

I ask what happened and according to my friends, I was missing for a long time and I was found in rough shape near a willow tree. I was in the hospital because they had no idea what could have happened to me and my body. I smile at them and give out hugs. My partner and family comes to vist me as well.

After months I'm able to live my life again. I remember everything that happened, how I was taken to Teyvat, how people saw me as an all powerful God, and how they wanted to keep me there and how they acted like deranged followers. I uninstalled Genshin from very device I own and deleted all the data as well. It pained me a bit, but after that hell. I never want to play it agian.

My life moves on, I live my life and never think about Genshin again, untill someone close to me starts getting super into the game and fandom. I keep an eye on them in case those weirdos try to prey on them.

Meanwhile, in Teyvat

The archons and Neuvillette were ready to perform the ritual that brought you to them the first time, but instead of a light flash and a vision of you... nothing happens. They try and try again but nothing happens. If they keep going they'll be the definition of insanity. When news spreads that they have lost you forever the people mourn you, like they did with the first version of you... all those eons ago. It does not matter that you are alive in a different world, to Teyvat the day you left will be remembered as the day, the Creator died twice.

[fatuismooches]

Hihi!! Idk if your taking requests BUT hear me out on SAGAU(self aware genshin AU is what it stands for i thinkk) with Wanderer/scara when reader is saving up for his rerun and is super excited to get him and farming his artifacts and stuff and he’s just super excited to come home and can’t wait till his rerun comes so reader can get him and he can Hug them and all that fluffy stuff <33 ps can I be 💤 anon?

Wanderer vividly remembers a wide variety of moments with you. From the first time you’d seen him, expressing genuine pure interest in him, something no one had done in a very long time. The time you were practically screaming when he appeared in the Delusion Factory, nearly distracting him from his goal of taking the Gnosis because of how ecstatic you were at seeing someone like him. When you were tearing your hair out and crying at his past. When you were so happy to see him getting along with other people (for some bizarre reason.) Out of all the Gods, he had come to realize the Creator was the most benevolent one, despite being locked behind a screen.

Similarly, he remembers your intense stare at the exact time his banner dropped. You were online without a moment’s delay, at the Sanctuary of Surasthana, and he could hear a strange song playing in the background, which you called his “theme song.” Regardless of your odd rituals, as much as Wanderer tried to deny it, he was looking forward to being on your team. For a while, he had to listen to that damn ginger-haired brat go on and on about how amazing it was to be on your team, and how he always served you well. Despite Wanderer still being conflicted by his feelings, he was sure he wanted that to be him instead.

Wanderer remembers your bated breath, your rapid heartbeat as you spammed the wishing button, skipping through when you saw that it was purple instead of gold. He listened to your small comments about what you got - “Ah, I needed some constellations for them… ugh, not The Bell again… c’mon baby, just come home already!” His ears went a little red at the last one.

And at last, the long-awaited gold star descended from the sky, and Wanderer could feel his palms becoming tingly at the sensation. Finally, he could be on your team. Finally, he could be able to hear your sweet voice all day. Though he loathed running around doing tasks for others, he’d be able to witness your lovely concentrated face for hours.

Until he realized that nothing had happened and that the look on your face was now a mixture of shock and on the verge of breaking down. A red-haired man he didn’t recognize was standing in what have been his place.

Needless to say, Wanderer did not come home, and he had to deal with your tired eyes squinting at the screen in the middle of the night, trying to grind as much as possible. Opening the wishing menu where he resided for a few weeks as you pulled as soon as you got one hundred and sixty Primogems, only to be met with disappointment. If he could, he would have scolded you for your recklessness, for you were still someone that needed to take care of themselves.

Now, it had been almost eight months since Wanderer’s last banner, and despite how praise did not come easily from his mouth, he had to admire your endless dedication to him. Even Nahida would tease him about how much you loved him. Diligently entering the artifact domain every day, ignoring the temptation to pull for others and focusing solely on him. (You had placed the best artifacts and weapon you had on some random person as a placeholder, and oh, how he couldn’t wait to see the expression on their face as they were stripped bare of your hard work and transferred to him instead.) How endearing you looked doing the same routine every day for him, entering the summoning menu to drag the slider to see how many wishes you had for him.

Not to mention how affectionate you were. Even he didn’t understand how, but every time your fingers brushed against the screen, he could feel you stroking his cheek. What would be the wind blowing his hair was actually your fingers caressing it. But those moments would only be temporary, only a few hours after multiple, long months. 

Soon, once he was on your team, he’d be able to relish in your touch, your unlimited affection. And of course, he awaits the day you descend to Teyvat rather impatiently. 

[kyeomyun]

As The Sun Dies, So Do We

pairings: husband!joshua x gn!reader

genre: angst, apocalyptic(?), hurt, end of the world type deal

warnings: alcohol consumption, major character death(s) (not really specified), you might cry?

word count: 1.4k

synopsis: you both watched as the world took its final breathes, sharing your last few minutes before this love became just a memory.

s.n.: this story is technically for @stormyjisung for her birthday even though it was last month but as a overthinker, couldn't write a angsty shua story. BUT HERE WE ARE.

network(s): @preciousillusions-net @kflixnet

20 minutes...

1,200 seconds left before this world is nothing but a molting rock above. The people within just a memory and grains of dust. Signs of life ending quicker than the creator above might have predicted.

Or did he so predict this tragic faith? A faith uncontrollable yet beautiful. Just knowing that everyone else will all perish along with you and not continue living their longed life brought a sense of solace within you.

With one more push to this insanely heavy couch, you made sure it was stable before wiping away the beads of sweat from your forehead. Your hair stuck on the skin.

You sighed, breath flowing into the polluted air. Tension left from your body as you finally slacked back onto the torn cushion of your couch.

"What's with the sigh?" A voice queried you behind you. Footsteps approaching at a minimum pace but getting to the couch whatsoever.

"Nothing," You replied honestly. "Just can't believe this is all happening and that we have a front row seats of it all."

Which you did. Your couch that was once in front of your TV, in your home, broadcasting the end of everyone's chapter, was now on a hill right above the many oceans that joins together in some way.

You always pondered around the thought of how the world would look like before it became non-existent. Maybe an apocalypse made by clumsy scientist? Or the air becoming so thick that it never makes it down your lungs? Skies blossomed with grays and melchony. But you never imagined it to look like this...

So beautiful and enticing..

The sky was painted with eternal sunsets, an ambient of oranges, yellows, pinks, littered across. Clouds faceless yet expressing their sorrow of not delivering enough rain where you would beg for it. The sun was right above the horizon, it's rays swimming in the ocean below. Just beautiful..

"Mm," Was the only response you got as well as a light groan as your lover finally sat down on the couch next to you. A cracking noise was heard before your peripheral caught attention to the beers in his hands.

15 minutes..

900 seconds that you have left with your muse. 900 more seconds before his soul is not in this same place as yours, entagled.

"Here you go," your lover announced, a beer awaiting in his grasp.

You gladly accepted. You didn't know what came over you but before you knew it, you were flushing the alcohol down your system in no time. The fizz in your tongue and the burn in your throat before letting out a light hiss as it settles down in your stomach.

"I can't believe it's actually happening.." You repeated for the umpteenth time. "We are really going out like this."

"Together." He added on.

"Together.." You repeated back with caution. The alcohol finally kicking into your system.

10 minutes.

600 more seconds before "together" becomes just a wish for you both. 600 more seconds before separation becomes the ending.

"Together..." The world slipped out once more, this time a whimper as you finally pieced together the outcome of all of this. As selfish as you were thinking how everyone will have the same faith at the same time, you sunk in that he will too have that faith. Gone from you.

"My love.." He finally spoke before embracing your trembling figure into his own. Sweaty after pushing this heavy weight of a couch up an insanely steep hill but comforting. "My dear, wonderful, Y/N.." The shakiness of his voice signaled his breaking point as well but his tear stayed solid for now. Just for now.

Tears continued to stream down and soaking the both of you. Reality was too heavy to carry at this point and hearing the nicknames that you will never hear again made you realize that you really should've cherished them more.

As for Joshua, holding you this close and sinking in the intimacy being shared was almost as suffocating as the pollution. The sky still beaming down and watching one of the many couples finally realize this was truly their final night alive as the world crumbles into nothing.

5 minutes.

300 seconds to cherish each other's love, guilt storming above the both of you knowing that way more could have been given and taken.

It sucks that the end of everything is when you finally realize such beauties could have been held onto way tighter and loved in such ways. But why is that?

Why is it we feel such intense emotion we couldn't experience before risks or threats such as this?

Because we sink in that there is no going back.

There was no going back to belting out highnotes not late nights, seeing who will get the higher score at a random karaoke bar. No more cuddles in the morning with small Ted talks, no more back hugs while you chop the vegetables and your lover taking over in fear of you possibly harming yourself, no more showers together where you make little horns out of the soaked hair, no more words to be written in this book that was supposed to go on for way longer than it did.

"My precious jewel," Joshua voiced broke again, and so did his well-being. "How about I make you fresh batch of pancakes when we meet again? With whipped cream, a smiley face," He smiled through his words. He knew meeting you again was only a chance and not a guarantee. But tricking himself into such was the only thing keeping him sane.

The thought of a life without his wife was a killer alone.

"With a side of sweet coffee, just as you like." The deluled man continued with a shaking body.

1 minute.

60 more seconds before these fantasies become just ash and wishes never are granted again. 60 more seconds where this love will remain just a memory.

Joshua pulled back, big hands cupping your soggy cheeks. "How does that sound?" He asked with a bittersweet smile spreading across his face. Tears escaping at the sight of your much more heavier sobs but he didn't want to come to terms to what those tears really mean.

All you could do was nod. Words fogged in your mind.

30 more seconds.

30 more seconds before your last night ends.

Joshua gently swiped his thumb pads over the newborn tears rolling down with ease.

"May I have my goodnight kiss? I can't sleep without it." Asked Joshua, knowing the obvious answer. Yet still wanting to hear your voice.

"You know this will be our last-"

"May I have my goodnight kiss, Y/N?"

15 more seconds.

15 more seconds to accept this last wish. 15 more seconds to feel his lips pressed onto yours. 15 more seconds to see that smile that holds more words of love. Words of love that probably doesn't exist but is rather felt.

Without a second thought, you crashed your lips onto his. Tears continued their race down your faces and down to the couch below. The bittersweet in your mouths was so prominent but you needed to feel each other just one more time..

One more..

10...

He pulled away just slightly before connecting his head with yours.

9...

"Goodnight, my precious Y/N.."

8...

A sob left from you, but you managed to spill the words out before the storm crashed above you.

"Goodnight, Joshua.."

7...

"I will forever love you. No matter what form I take, what life I live, what planet I live on, you are always within me. Our love is forever embedded."

6...

"I love you too, Hong Joshua."

5...

"Sleep well, darling.."

4...

You both sat back, cuddled into each other's sides and never to be separated. Your head was tucked right beneath his chin and his hand continue their familiar dance on your back.

3...

You both saw the infamous flash of light slowly fall down from the sky, Death riding down in amazing glory as he comes to collect his most wins.

2...

You clasped Joshua hand for extra proximity. The screaming below you both blurred down to nothing as all what matters right now is the fading memories and awaiting future. The rings glowing on your hands as a painful reminder death will truly do you part.

1...

"Sleep well, Shua."

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[heeseung-min]

Can i request yandere enhypen jake as human robot and y/n is the one who created him. Jake slowly started to feel emotions and fell inlove with his creator please

[12:41]

"What are you doing,dad?"

The girl asked her father who was building something that she couldn't interpret. What she knew that it looked like a creature.

"I'm leading us to a new future, y/n."

Y/n couldn't understand what her father said but she kept looking at how her father installed every single part until it looked like a human to her.

However, two months before her father could introduce the creation he died on accident and it leaves big scar on her heart because her father is the only person she has in her life.

______________________________________

"Congratulations on your first creation, Dr. Y/n. I am very proud of you and your father must feel the same too."

"Thank you, sir. I appreciate your kindness so much."

You smiled to the old man in front of you. He is a professor, Prof.Bang and has been helping you to create the robot. He also was the closest friend of your father and literally treated you like his own daughter after your father died. You had create a humanoid robot looking like a male human. You made him can do various task that some busy people like you couldn't do.

"So, are you going to test him at the office or your home?"

"Obviously my home, uncle. It's easier to look at him when I'm not busy on my task."

"That's great. Don't forget to update me about it.

______________________________________

"Hello, I am 1511 creation. May I help you?"

You looked at the robot in front of you who was waiting for your response but instead of answering you kept staring at it.

"May I ask what were you thinking?"

"Hi,my name is Y/N and I am your creator."

"Oh, what a pretty name. Hi Y/N. What were you thinking just now?"

"I was wondering what should I name you. Do you like if I call you Jake?"

"If you think it's good then I wouldn't mind it, Y/N."

"Alright, Jake. Welcome to the world."

Through the months she lives with Jake, it was very pleasant. The robot can do anything. The robot can cook, can clean the house and even help her do some researches. Somehow, Y/n was very thankful because Jake presence prevent her from loneliness.

Meanwhile for Jake, he started to feel something different. When he heard Y/n crying every night missing her father, he felt something tugged inside him. When Y/n hugged him saying that she finally finish her research, he could feel some sense of proud of her and now when he looked at Y/n who was talking about her day, he felt appreciated.

That night after y/n had finally go to sleep, Jake made a search about what his feeling and he came to a conclusion that he has falling in love with you.

"Y/n."

"Good morning, Jake. How are you?"

"I'm good and I need to tell you something."

"Sure. What is it?"

"I'm falling in love."

Y/n who was drinking a coffee choked after heard that. Of course, she didn't expected that because it should not happen at all. She didn't installed any programme that allows him to have feelings.

"I- wh-what?"

"I'm falling in love with you, Y/N."

Oh fuck. That's literally worst.

Jake frowned at Y/N's expression. He expected the girl would feel very happy to be with him. Instead what he saw only a scared and worried looking from your face. You quickly get ready and finished your breakfast before brought Jake to the office.

"What happen, y/n?" Heeseung, your colleague asked you when he saw you looked so stress. He turned to your side where Jake was staring at him deadly and turned back quickly to you.

"Something is wrong with Jake. I didn't install a programme that let him have feelings but suddenly this morning he confessed his love to me which is ridiculous."

Jake was stunned at your words. He didn't know how to react but the way you said was really hurting him so much. Was he really just a robot to you?

"You don't love me?"

Both of you and Heeseung were startled at Jake's voice. That was the first time he talked since he got into the office.

"Jake, you are robot. You should not have feelings. I think there might be a virus or something. I will fix it, don't worry."

Jake started to throw things around him. Showing you how mad is he for ignoring his true feeling to you. Heeseung protected you from him and quickly took a remote to turn him off.

Both of you were recovering from what just happen. You didn't expected Jake can be like that because there is no violent installed in his system.

"I will put him in the lab. You should solve this problem quick. I will be back."

You thanked Heeseung for the last time and went to analysis Jake's system. Two hours already passed but you still didn't figure out the problem. You started to feel regret doing this. Suddenly, you remembered Heeseung. He said he will be back after put your robot at the lab. But, it has been two hours.

You shut down the computer before went out from the room. You wanted to go to the lab but it left you feel agitated when there were some workers and scientists running away. You catched a person that was nearly fell down and asked him what happen.

"There's a robot. He killed people. Run before he caught you."

That's what he said and pushed you so he can ran fastly. You heard many screams and pleading to let themselves go. You wanted to save yourself so you went to the other room that only certain people can access. You were certainly sure the robot could not get in there.

"WHERE IS Y/N?"

The scream. It's Jake. You watched from the tinted window he was searching everywhere for you and will kill anyone who failed to show where you are or anyone that tried to fight him. You hold yourself and pretend to be blind at the scene. The blood traumatise you so much but you need to stay quiet for youself.

Luckily, your phone still has signal. You tried to get help and explained the situation. They asked to wait at safe place and waited for their call from outside the room when they reach there.

Twenty minutes.

You've been sitting there for twenty minutes.

You stayed inside the cabinet because you didn't want to see outside. You also thought Jake is not there anymore because you can't hear his scream like the earlier before.

"Miss Y/n, I'm from the rescue team. You can open the door right now."

You felt relief when heard the voice. Without thinking much, you ran and opened the door excitedly.

But,

It was Jake instead.

"You are smart girl yet so fool to trust me. I'm happy that I installed fake voice into my programme."

His face has some blood stain and to you, it was scariest thing ever. Especially when he smiled to you after had killed so much people.

"You can't run from me, y/n. I'm smarter than all human around the world."

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😭😭It's finally finish!!! This has been in my draft since last year because I lost idea and now I finally done it! I hope you guys enjoy this. I'm sorry if this don't match with your expectation. Also, this one shot and no part 2 okay?

Taglist: @stacey-stonem @duolingofanaccount

If anyone wants to be in my taglist, please let me know😁

[madam-kumo]

Don't Leave Me Too!

Kunikazushi x Mother Reader (Platonic)

(CW: Graphic descriptions of Injuries)

PT.1 --- Masterlist

"Take him, I have no need for this one anymore"

The electro archon said as she dropped the boy at near your feet. The poor thing was shaking and his eyes were glossy with tears. You couldn't blame him, he was just betrayed by his mother after all. He looked bruised up and beaten; he must've lost a fight of some kind. "Yes, my lady" was all you could say; you had to say no as you were only a mere Inazuman doctor. "Go on, I don't care for you. Maybe she will have better use for you" The shogun huffed, looking at him from behind when the boy turned around to look her in the eye.

The puppet was holding in tears, the feeling of betrayal and pain hit him like bricks. He couldn't keep it together as tears cascaded down his pale face. He bit his lip to avoid sobbing and annoying his creator more and soon started to walk towards the you at a slow pace. You waited patiently near the door for the small boy, an emotionless expression written on your face.

Deep down, you felt sad for the boy. You knew he didn't want to be in this situation, you knew he wanted to be useful, and you knew he was the angriest you've ever seen him, but you kept your comforting words to yourself and waited for the boy until he reached you and you soon slid open the door with the boy in tow.

The shogun hesitated to turn back around and watch as they leave, why? The puppet was useless. Why did she care? Before she could respond to her thoughts the doctor and the puppet had left her domain.

"You're safe now my dear"

You said softly when the small boy stepped foot into your abode. It was small but peaceful. All of your furniture (or lack there of) was neatly placed around and clean. The corners were lacking of dust and snacks were wrapped on the wooden counter. "What?" He asked, tilting his head in confusion. "That was mostly an act to avoid angering the Shogun" You said while chuckling. That's right, The Shogun, that was her name. He didn't want to call her his mother anymore, so he will just call her creator.

"Right" He said cautiously.

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He had only been with you for a few months and he was practically glued to you. The small boy, who's real name was Kunikazushi, never left your side. He would even sleep next to you to keep nightmares away. He was attached to you and barely ever let you breath. But you didn't need to, not when you had Kuni to take care of.

"Get out of here you freak!" Another boy screamed as they chased Kuni off. Kuni just wanted to help him with his swords. He kept running and running but no matter how much he fled, he felt like the voices just kept getting louder and louder. "Shut up! Shut up!" Kuni repeated in his head over and over until he reached your shared home.

it was as if time stopped. The noise and yelling stopped and everything felt a little better. Kuni looked behind him to see no one in sight. The boy was gone, out of sight. Kuni stepped into the home, his shoulders shaking, trying his best not to cry. His lip quivered and his eyes welled up with tears. His knees gave in an he collapsed on the floor in tears. He started to sob and his tears fell down his face and onto the floor and his lap.

"Kuni?" You asked as you turned the corner. Your eyes widened when you saw the broken boy sobbing into his hands. Rushing to his side, you wrapped your arms around the boy and held him into your chest. He clutched the fabric of your yukata and hid his face further into you, trying to muffle his cries. "Oh...poor thing" You muttered and slowly brushed your fingers through his choppy locks.

Eventually, his cries ceased and he lifted his face from you. You were relieved to see no injuries other than a bruise from him tripping on a branch on the way back. "Please don't abandon me too!" He cried as he sniffed again. Your eyebrows furrowed. "What happened, dear?" You asked worriedly. "Everyone hates me! They think I'm an abomination" He shouts which startled you, but you quickly calmed down; His anger was understandable.

"Kuni... You're not an abomination-". You were interrupted. "But I am! Everyone thinks I am, so why don't you!" Kuni starts yelling once again but you grab his face with your hands. "Kuni... you. are. not. an. abomination" You say seriously and press a kiss to his forehead.

He felt to scared to be embarrassed or retaliate so he just put his head on your lap and closed your eyes, silently begging his subconscious to knock him out. Just as he was about to fall into the planes of sleep, he felt you gently pick him up and wrap him in the futon.

"I'll be back, mother!"

Kuni yelled and waved to you at the door. "Be safe and make sure to be back by dusk!" You yell back from the kitchen as you get the last of your medical supplies restocked and cleaned.

He had started to call you mother only a few weeks ago. You were more a mother than the one that actually brought him into this cursed world. Kuni will and has dedicate his life to protecting you and knows you won't be betraying him any times soon.

So, with that last goodbye, he jogs towards the forest to grab some lavender melons and food for you.

Oh....how he wished he hadn't.

Kuni was proud of himself for finding nearly an entire weeks worth of food. About five fish, a three lavender melons, and some sweet flowers filled his basket and the house slowly reached his view as the sun set behind him.

For some reason, the aura of the home didn't feel as welcome and peaceful as it usually did. It made his heart drop to his stomach. He threw the doors open to see a dark house- no candles lit and everything was broken or scratched. His eyes widened as he noticed a smeared trail of blood leading to your bedroom.

He dropped the basket-to hell with it- and rushed to your room to see through the opened door- a sight he never wanted to see, ever.

There you lay, your eyes wide and full of frozen fear, blood seeping out of your mouth and onto the floor, covered in bruises and scratches, and a large gaping wound in your stomach. It was a horrifying and disgusting sight to the small boy. You stomach was pouring blood into a pool beneath you, it was mostly dry but no less mortifying.

His hands clasped his mouth, trying not to gag as he sobbed and ran towards your body. He lifted you up and held you into his chest as his breathing quickened, his eyes shot wide, and tears ran like waterfalls down his face. "Mother! Mother!" He chanted, begging you to wake up. You can't betray him too. You are his mother- you can't go too, you can't! "Don't leave me!" He sobbed into your bloodied chest, clutching your cold and slightly blue hand in his own.

He continued sobbing into you for hours, until someone walked through the door. "Ah... what a sad sight" A man with bright blue hair and a mask said. "Did you do this!" Kuni accused, pointing his finger at the tall man. "Of course not. Why would I ever do such a thing" He said innocently, even though it didn't reach his smile. "I'm here to make a deal with you, Kunikazushi" His grin became even wider, baring his sharp teeth. The small boy didn't have time to ask questions about how he knew his name. "What the hell do you want! I have nothing left of worth to you." Kuni grunts as he continues grasping your corpse.

"Oh, but you do! I'll return your mother to you- if you agree to join a small experiment of mine..." He snickers. "What is this experiment? And how the hell will you bring her back? She's already gone." Kuni growls, looking the man up and down cautiously. "I have my ways, boy. You have relations to an archon so I wish to test some things out. Oh, where are my manners! I am a scholar from the academia, Il Dottore" He chuckles.

Fuck it. Kuni was too clouded with desperation to question him. Dottore reached his hand out to the boy and he was quick to grasp his hand and shook it, using his other hand to continue holding you; he won't let you go.

"No, not the gnosis!"

Scaramouche yelled in frustration desperately trying to grab the glowing chess piece from the Sumeru archon. The Shouki no Kami started to destruct beneath him and bring him down with it, promptly knocking him down from the archons vicinity. He yells and wails in frustration as he punches the floor. This was his only chance. His only chance to get you back and get revenge on his creator. He's so close to getting what he desperately wants and why this all started in the first place.

Nahida pitied the boy as he slowly turned back into the broken child he once was. He started to sob and desperately tried to grab at the archon, even now that he was so far away from it.

His sobs increased; he felt so hopeless. Once Scaramouche realized there's no hope, he brought his hands to his face and just cried and screamed into his hands. It broke the traveler and Paimon's hearts but they all knew they had to let him get all of the built up anger out of his system.

While crying into his palms, he felt arms slowly wrap around him. He didn't care to look up and he hid his face in their chest. Nahida gasped as did the traveler as they look upon the illuminated figure. You looked so worried for the small boy, just like you did so many years ago. Even centuries later, your arms felt the same.

"Mother!" Kuni yelled for you and you just shushed him and kissed the top of his head.

"I'm right here my child, and I am never leaving you again"

[pigtailedgirl]

Now I'm curious how you got into due south originally, if you feel like explaining :)

Sure! It's nothing too exciting I guess, but my Dueser origins begin as a wee girl. I know my family must have vaguely watched it because I remember the image of All The Queen's Horses mountie chase pre-dates my series watch beginnings. I know my grandma later confessed as I had it on tv one summer that she watched it. Cause cute Benton Fraser lol.

But real seeing and watch began with a random catch of Free Willie one morning on the Showcase Network. Thank you kindly Showcase.

Yeah, I caught it one morning and stayed to watch because I think I vaguely recognized it, and just fell in love with it's charm and wit and Fraser and Ray. It was the first episode so great timing too. And they had it schedule set to air one episode in the morning, the same at night, five days a week. Perfect for catching up.

Promos were hilarious too. I should see if any are online.

Oh, and it was original edit, so it had extra scenes like the different Victoria's Secret ones.

So I caught up on the series quick. Also, what I think really cemented my season 1 and 2 love was they played that set for months at least before switching to the 3/4 season. That highlighted the difference in tone to my POV too I think, and it's why I kinda view them apart still.

But I really got to experience show first this way.

I think I found fandom when starting Livejournal same time the show hit resurgence there. And I happily caught the tail end of Yahoo Groups so got to back read fan stuff there. Missed most of Ray Wars. Yay. There was the 2000's snippets, but everyone was so fun at content creation and love, that was the best take-aways. It made for a great time. I participated in a watch-along! A big highlight of fannishness for me! That's when I saw The Pilot. Or my fav was squeeing about Pizza and Promises.

Just, some of the many wonderful fans like Nina_DS and movies_michelle and duenorthlaurie for episode discussion, and Sdwolfpup, Belmanoir, Aingeal8C as content creators, or Scotchsour, and Lozenger8 who made some banging icons....Truly, there were so many wonderful people, I couldn't even name them all. Due South provided so many wonderful glimpses of other fans to share with. LJ friends were so lovely.

I fell out in LJ world strangely cause I felt kinda outside the fandom wave as it crested I think, not shipping F/K or really loving those seasons as much. And just personally felt not into fannishness as whole after awhile. It's a me thing across everything, not just Due South. I took an internet break for a long time. I still watched the series on tv, with Showcase and TV Tropolis and DejaView lol, and by then DVD often. Along with new TV of course, although not much cause Tumblr me is not too different from old LJ me. Still kept an eye of forums, sometimes, or such, cause I love discussion as you can see by my screeds versus tech/creative skills, but not actively or with comment.

I return cause, I don't know, seeing people express love for the series again is hitting a happy place of nostaglia I think. I had a rough bout with real-life and comfort fannish stuff is reminding life was full of small good moments. The joy of the endearing nature of the show and the spirit of love for it in the fandom is proof of stuff enduring. Joy that it's still on rebranded Showcase here on the weekends lol, even if you never know which season.

And a new vidder made a wonderful F/V fanvid that, timing again as I hit Tumblr, I stumbled into, and just had me crying when I watched at the beauty and love I remembered in the pair. It spoke to my love of them so hard I think it jolted me into thinking hell yea that love deserves happy expression, I can do it too maybe. Sadly they took it down, but yeah, that was the spark, and that's me fannish story.

[aperrywilliams]

Home (Spencer Reid x Gn!Reader)

(Not my gif. Credit to the creator)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gn!Reader.

Summary: Reader gets a call from JJ saying that the last case hit Spencer hard. So Reader is determined to make Spencer feel at home when he returns.

Word Count: 2.1 k

Warnings: Mention of Mexico, Cat Adams, and Spencer’s PTSD.

A/N: This one is based on this request. A little comfort and fluff to start Monday. Have a great week, everyone! Do you want to be added to the taglist? Go HERE

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Thursday afternoon found you in the grocery store. You decided it was time to make a proper meal at home. After a week full of take-out, you craved some different.

This pattern usually happens when your boyfriend Spencer is away for a case. You don’t feel like cooking for yourself, so you prefer to order some Chinese and eat on the couch while watching a soap opera on TV.

The informal and relaxed routine at home doesn’t prevent you from worrying about Spencer, though. You usually talk to or text him at night when he is on cases, but sometimes you get only radio static. You know he can be busy, so you try not to freak out, but after what happened in Mexico, it’s difficult not picturing the worst. You still remember like it was yesterday when Emily called you to tell you what happened. At some point, you really thought you would lose Spencer locked in Milburn.

Walking down the aisles, you were about to stop to grab some vegetables when your phone went off. You took it out of your jeans pocket and saw JJ’s name on the screen. Your stomach immediately clenched. Last night you hadn’t been able to talk to Spencer, and during the day, he didn’t answer the text you wrote him in the morning. Nervously, you pressed the green button.

“Hello? JJ?”

“Hi (Y/N). I’m sorry if you are busy right now. Can you talk?” JJ questioned. The knot in your stomach tightened.

“Uh- It’s okay. I - I can talk. Is something wrong? Is Spencer okay?” You hastened to ask.

“Yes! He’s fine. We just landed, and we‘re going to the case debriefing. I’m calling you because this one was pretty intense for Spence. And I know he won’t admit it, but I’m worried; I have seen some of his PTSD since yesterday. I just wanted you to know,” JJ explained.

“Oh. Okay. I get it. Thanks, JJ. For letting me know. The case? Was related to Mexico?”

“Not quite, but the unsub acted pretty much like Cat Adams. I think that triggered his initial discomfort,” JJ told you.

Your poor Spencer. It took him months to appease the nightmares. He usually woke up screaming and crying. When it started, you didn’t know how to help him, but with time, you learned how to soothe him so he could relax in your arms and fall asleep again.

After hanging up, you started to move faster. Spencer would be at home in an hour and a half top, and you knew how exhausted your boyfriend would look. Plus, the information JJ gave you was enough reason for you to do something about it.

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The keys jingle in the lock alerted you that Spencer was at home. You were chopping some vegetables and putting them in the pan. You wanted to stop your doing and rush to hug him, but you knew better.

Spencer needed at least some minutes to realize he wasn’t at the BAU or catching monsters anymore, so you kept cooking, trying to act normal.

You heard the thud of his go-bag on the floor. The slow and heavy steps cracking on the wooden floor were another clue of the weightiness he must have held on his shoulders. You smiled at him when he was at your sight in the kitchen.

“Hey, handsome,” you greeted. Spencer looked at you with a weary expression on his face.

“Hey,” he responded, leaning on the door frame whit arms crossed over his chest as he tried to conceal the exhaustion. Averting your gaze, he attempted to evade any question you would have. There wasn’t a hug; there wasn’t a loving kiss.

Surely you would notice something wasn’t okay, but his voice was gone, and his body didn’t let him move.

You just turned off the oven and walked to him without saying anything. He still didn’t want to see you. Tugging one of his arms to unfold, you opened your arms and hugged him. Spencer hugged you back, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“You are home, baby. It’s okay. I’ve got you,” you mumbled, tenderly caressing his scalp. A muffled sob escaped his lips.

“I’ve missed you. I didn’t even reply to your text. I’m sorry,” Spencer sobbed.

“I’ve missed you too, Spencer. But you are here now; it’s all that matters. Do you want to talk about it?” He knew what you were asking. Spencer shook his head, not leaving his right spot on your neck. Being in your arms and smelling your scent was the only thing grounding him right now.

“It’s okay; you don’t have to talk now, but you need to eat, though,” you asserted.

“I’m not hungry,” he refuted, parting from your embrace. His glassy eyes only added more exhaustion to his face.

“Baby, please. I’m sure you didn’t eat the past few days properly,” you guessed.

“I just want to go to bed,” Spencer mumbled, briefly rubbing his palms over his eyes. Your hand came to rest on his cheek, and he leaned into your touch.

“Tunnel vision?” You asked. He nodded, blinking several times. You grabbed his hand and pulled him to the hallway, where the light was dimmer than in the kitchen.

“Tell you what. Why don’t you get a bath, change your pajama, and then decide if you want to eat something before bed.”

Spencer considered your words and shrugged.

“Okay.”

You led him to the bathroom. Spencer’s brows furrowed when he saw the room littered with aromatic candles. He could smell the faint scent of lavender from the candles mixed with vanilla from the bubbling water in the tub.

“How did you-” Spencer wanted to ask. You smiled at him, pecking his lips as your hands working on his clothes.

“Let me take care of you, okay?” You asked, removing his tie.

“(Y/N), you don’t have to. I’ll be okay,” he told you, holding your hand and kissing your knuckles.

“I don’t have to, but I want to. Please?” A kiss on his cheek accompanied your request.

Spencer sighed. It was always difficult to accept that he needed to be cared for too.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

As you helped him to get rid of his clothes, you could feel how his body gave up. He barely raised his arms so you could take his undershirt off. When he was fully naked, you helped him to step into the bathtub. Once the warm water enveloped his body, he let out a contented sigh. With eyes closed, his head rested on the edge of the tub.

Spencer seemed lost in thought when he suddenly opened his eyes and saw you with the shampoo bottle in your hands.

“Aren’t you going to join me?” he asked. You chuckled.

“Not this time. I already told you, love. I’m going to take care of you. Now close your eyes, baby; I’m going to wash your hair.”

Gently, you massaged his scalp, spreading the lather over his curls, then rinsed them. Spencer looked so relaxed that you were sure he had fallen asleep at some point.

When you were done, you soaped his body and gave it the same attention you paid to his hair.

Spencer opened his eyes and looked at you adoringly. Your gaze met his, and you chuckled.

“What?” you asked playfully.

“I love you,” he said.

“Wait till you see what I made for dinner,” you joked.

Once ready, you left him alone to take his time getting out of the tub and drying off. You left one of his pajamas on the bed and went to the kitchen to finish dinner.

When Spencer was ready and shown in the living, a plate of his favorite meal was waiting on the table. Only the lights of the lamps were on so as not to have the place too bright. You knew about his photo-sensitivity and didn’t want to give him a headache.

A smile spread across his face when he saw the table.

“I told you,” you reminded him. “Come, love. It will do you good to eat something.”

You guys sat across from each other, and Spencer’s appetite seemed to have whetted because not ten minutes had passed, and his plate was nearly empty. Neither of you spoke during that time. But it wasn’t an awkward silence. Instead, it was nice to be able to enjoy each other’s company.

After sipping some of his water, Spencer cleared his throat.

“The unsub was doing the same thing Cat did to me,” he murmured. Your gaze moved from your plate to his eyes.

Spencer was looking at you with those kicked puppy eyes.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. Did you catch him?”

“Catch her. Yes, we did. But it wasn’t easy, and I wasn’t much help either. I felt so useless (Y/N). I can’t believe it still affects me this much,” Spencer confessed, averting your gaze.

You took his hand across the table so he would look at you again.

“Spencer, love. You have every right to be affected by this. What happened to you is not something that will go away overnight. And maybe not in a year, or maybe never. But you’ve been strong enough to face it and continue your life. That’s what matters. And if there are days that are better than others, no one can blame you for that. And I’m sure the team understands that. Don’t torture yourself with those thoughts.”

Spencer squeezed your hand appreciatively.

“You’re right. Sometimes it’s hard to see and accept, though,” Spencer recognized.

You huffed playfully.

“I know it’s hard for you to accept that I’m usually right, but you should get used to it.”

Spencer’s face turned red and shocked.

“No, no, no. That’s not what I meant when I said that - I mean, what I wanted to say was that the hard part was-” Spencer stuttered. You started to laugh.

“I know what you meant, Spencer. I’m messing with you.”

Spencer eased then and laughed. It was a genuine laugh. Mission accomplished.

After dinner, you guys moved over to the couch.

You were sitting, and Spencer was lying with his head on your lap while you played with his hair, something you knew he loved very much. A playlist that both of you liked was playing over the speakers.

From the moment you saw him walk in tonight, only now could you tell that Spencer was utterly relaxed. After telling you what happened in the last case and how much it had affected him, it seemed like a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

And so it was. Spencer could only repeat to himself how lucky he was to have you by his side. No one had ever put so much effort into these kinds of details towards him before.

Spencer had never felt so blessed to be able to come to his home and truly feel like it was home to him. That happened when you came into his life.

“How are you feeling?” You asked in a whisper so as not to scare him. He turned to see you.

“Like at home,” he answered.

“Well, indeed, you are home, baby.” you joked. Spencer chuckled, and his eyes began to sparkle.

“It wasn’t like that before, though,” he stated. Spencer sat on the couch to get a better look at you. You frowned.

“I mean that this space wouldn’t feel like home if you weren’t here. It would be just four walls with some rooms and furniture.”

Your cheeks flushed at his admission.

“Oh, please, are you suggesting that I’m so loud that I fill up spaces?” You tried to joke to hide how flustered you felt, averting his gaze. Spencer tilted up your chin with his fingers.

“Hey, I’m serious. What you did for me today, and what you have done for me since we met, only makes me fall more in love with you every day. And asking you to move in with me was the best thing I’ve ever done. For now,” he winked at you, and you grinned.

“Are you saying there are better things to come?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“If it’s by your side, I’m sure it will. I love you, (Y/N),” he whispered, leaning in so he could kiss you.

“I love you too, Spencer Reid,” you said, closing the gap between you and letting his lips capture yours.

It was a sweet kiss where Spencer showed you how important you were to him. You reciprocated in the same way, conveying your feelings as well.

This was the life you wanted. Next to whom you were sure was the love of your life.

The man who had hidden a velvet box with an engagement ring in his sock drawer.

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[skzcoffeemachine]

Life-line.

It was silent, except for the

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The sounds of the machine that was keeping her alive. He sat by her side, holding her hands that were once warm.

Anyone could tell that he had been crying. His swollen eyes, his tired expression, his long heavy breaths - he was alone. He miss her and the sound of her voice.

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“Chan, do you believe in astrology? ”, she asked , waving his hands about, as they both walked back from the store.

“Eh? I guess not.. Do you ? ”, he was amused at her question, out-of-the-blue.

She hummed in response as they reached their favourite spot — somewhere up the path to their farm house, which gave a perfect view of the sun, slowly descending behind the hills. They were just in time to experience the golden rays.

“you know, one shaman said that your wife will have a short life”. She turned towards him, leaning on the railing.

“Oh, really? ” Chan was amused at her interest. He was never a big believer. Yet whatever his wife loved, he enjoyed.

“Umm and my shaman said that my husband will have a short life when he read my birth chart”, she let out a soft laugh. Probably because of the contrast between their charts.

“Ohh that means that both of our charts negate each other, right? ", he said, grabbing her hand and turning her in for a back hug.

As he hugged her, they overlook the beautiful sight.

“well, if it doesn't negate one another, if there is really a Creator who listens, I wish my long life goes to you and may you live long long looooong”, she quipped, moving her hands in a big circle.

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The Creator really listened.

Tears started to fall , as if any were left.

At the way he had been crying, it was a wonder how he was still conscious.

The main door slides open to reveal a worried Minho, a bento box in hand.

“Hyung.. Let's eat something, please. I made you your favorite meal", he said.

His brother had been in the room, for weeks now. Everyone had been mourning her failing health and they had been preparing their hearts and minds for the final day - the day she gets off of life support - well, everyone except for Chan.

“Hyung”

“ she said she wanted to give me her long years so that I could live for a long time.. ”, he gulped down tears. “she threw herself in front of me,Minho..she did that to save me... ”, he looked up to face Minho. Minho was taken aback for a moment at the sight of his hyung. Red , swollen eyes, pale skin, his dimple was nowhere to be seen. He looked weak. He was weak without her. His heart broke when Chan clung on to him and sobbed , painfully so.

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“Is this Lee Min Ho? ”, the unfamiliar voice said frm the other end.

“Yes, it is. Who is this? "

“ Minho-ssi, i found your number in the emergency contact. Please head over to the hospital. The owner of this phone had been in a car accident. ”

Minho froze.

They were pregnant.

She was 8 months pregnant and they were coming over to Gimpo , to make him their unborn child's Godfather.

He grabbed his keys frantically and ran out the door.

Upon arrival, the doctors had said that Chan was alive because she took the whole impact with her body, because of which she had fractured her spinal cord and her lungs were punctured. When the paramedics came to the scene, she was found on top of him ; his head pressed against her chest,thus cushioning his impact. She had threw herself in front of him. She took the whole blow to save her love.

“it is difficult rn. She is technically brain dead because of the shock received on her head”, the doctor said.

“Hyung!! Are they okay?", Changbin rushed in with his loud voice , full of fear and concern. The rest of the kids followed him. They had ran all the way.

“She saved our hyung”, Minho looked down as his eyes started to well up.

The kids understood.

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There was not much the kids can do, except take turns to try and feed their hyung.

Her parents had come down to see their beloved daughter for the last time. They had been in a state of mourning - more so, for the state of their son-in-law .

“The dead will be gone, but the living has to live, son”, they said when he begged them to forgive him for not saving their daughter, for not being able to taking care of her.

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“Chan..”

The voice startled him. Her voice. He could recognise it anywhere. He turned around to see the love of his life, standing at their favourite spot and she was smiling. But it was a sad smile. She was sad.

“Babe.. You have to let me go”

Her voice echoed but he did not heed. He tried to touch her hand, eyes blurry from the tears welling up.

“No.. ” he shook his head.

He could not hold her. But she felt cold.

“Let me go, baby. It's cold out here”, the voice continued.

“Take me with you”. His words, a mere whisper.

“You have to live.. for Isa ”.

Isa.

It felt like he was snapped out of a trance with that name. He looked up to meet her eyes. But she was gone. She had done her part. Reminded him of a reason to live.

Their daughter.

His eyes opened to the sound of the flat line, as the nurse switched off the life support.

All of her beloved stood around her bed, mourning her demise. There, Minho came in the door, this time he did not have a bento box.

He had a beautiful baby, bundled up in his arms.

Chan got up from where he was laid down - he had lost consciousness for a while when he tried to stop the doctors from cutting off his lifeline, his wife. But that part of unconsciousness made him realise the gift she left for him.

As he took the baby in his own arms, the little 3 week old stirred in her sleep.

“Isa”, he whispered.

And the beautiful new life gave a small smile.

“Just like her mother”, the grandma said.

“Yeah, just like her”, he mouthed, smiling at his daughter.

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A/n : flashbacks written in purple.

[teatrtenei]

Seker (also spelled Sokar, and in Greek, Sokaris or Socharis) is a hawk or falcon god of the Memphite necropolis in the Ancient Egyptian religion, who was known as a patron of the living, as well as a god of the dead.He is also in some accounts a solar deity as for The Temple of Seker in Memphis. Although the meaning of his name remains uncertain, the Egyptians in the Pyramid Texts linked his name to the anguished cry of Osiris to Isis 'Sy-k-ri' ('hurry to me'), or possibly skr, meaning "cleaning the mouth".In the underworld, Seker is strongly linked with two other gods, Ptah the Creator god and chief god of Memphis, and Osiris the god of the dead. In later periods, this connection was expressed as the triple god Ptah-Seker-Osiris. Seker was usually depicted as a mummified hawk and sometimes as a mound from which the head of a hawk appears. Here he is called 'he who is on his sand'. Sometimes he is shown on his hennu barque which was an elaborate sledge for negotiating the sandy necropolis. One of his titles was 'He of Restau' which means the place of 'openings' or tomb entrances. Like many other gods, he was often depicted with a Was-scepter.

In the New Kingdom Book of the Underworld, the Amduat, he is shown standing on the back of a serpent between two spread wings; as an expression of freedom this suggests a connection with resurrection or perhaps a satisfactory transit of the underworld.Despite this, the region of the underworld associated with Seker was seen as difficult, sandy terrain called the Imhet (also called Amhet, Ammahet, or Ammehet; meaning 'filled up').

Seker, possibly through his association with Ptah, has a connection with artisans. In the Book of the Dead, he is said to fashion silver bowls and at Tanis a silver coffin Sheshonq II has been discovered decorated with the iconography of Seker.

Seker's cult centre was in Memphis, and festivals in his honor were held there on the 26th day of the fourth month of the akhet (spring) season. While these festivals took place, devotees would hoe and till the ground, and drive cattle, which suggests that Seker could have had agricultural aspects about him.

Seker is mentioned in The Journey of Ra: the myth used to explain what happens during the night when Ra travels through the Underworld. According to the myth, Seker rules the Fifth Kingdom of Night, which is called "Hidden", and is tasked with punishing the souls of evildoers by throwing them into a boiling lake.

As part of the festivals in akhet, his followers wore strings of onions around their necks, showing the Underworld aspect of him. Onions were used in embalming people - sometimes the skin, sometimes the entire onion. When just the skin was used, it would be placed on the eyes and inside the ears to mask the smell.

Also, the god was depicted as assisting in various tasks such as digging ditches and canals. From the New Kingdom a similar festival was held in Thebes, which rivaled the great Opet Festival.

Other events during the festival including floating a statue of the god on a Henu barque, which was a boat with a high prow shaped like an oryx.

[vivispec]

Hello & Happy Friday! From the 'platonic prompts' list and for Viera and Iloniyen: "I am this close away from strangling you." Happy writing!

With how much they bickered as kids, it was really hard to just choose one scene :') here's Viera and Iloniyn preparing for the ball at the Winter Palace, featuring that godawful Inquisition getup.

@dadrunkwriting Viera & Iloniyn words: 660

“Wipe that smug look off your damn face, before I wipe it off for you.”

Viera lifted her hand to hide the offending expression, but Iloniyn could still see the laughter in her eyes. “I think it suits you,” she managed, barely able to contain the giggle seeping into her voice. “It’s…bold. Very…intriguing.”

“By the Creators, I will strangle you.”

“If you value your own life, I wouldn’t,” she warned, crossing arms clad in white satin up to the elbow, and drawing near. “Vivienne’s attendants spent the better part of an hour on my neck alone, and you should know from the lethallen who wove our plaits as da’len that there’s no wrath like that of an artist scorned.”

His scowl was broken by a scoff. “They powdered your neck?”

“Yes. My neck, and just about every other bare piece of skin on my body. It feels terrible, like I walked through a dust cloud on a dry day, and didn’t bother wiping it off.” She lifted a hand, running it along the blue sash cutting across his chest, stark against the bright red fabric behind it. “At least your tunic looks comfortable. I can barely breathe through all these layers.”

“You’d rather look like some exotic bird?”

“And you’d rather be swarmed by bored shem on the hunt for a little entertainment, courtesy of the Inquisitor’s elusive Shadow?” His ears ran red as his tunic at the suggestion, blinking away with a sour set to his brow—no different from when they were children, and she got the best of him. “I didn’t think so. They’d be no match for your good looks, at their full power. For the sake of the world, I’d much rather spare the both of you.”

“How shall I ever repay you,” he griped through his teeth, and she gave his sash a firm tug. “I can’t even begin to understand why you dragged me here. Barely three months since I left the clan, and you bring me to a ball? Really?” 

“You’ll be able to stomach it for a single evening.”

“This isn’t because I pushed you into the river, is it? Or said you looked like a bogfisher?”

“I need you here, Ilo,” she pressed, white-knuckled against his chest. Then, her fingers relaxed, lifting to smooth the cowlick at his hairline. “You won’t have to speak with anyone, but I’ll be too busy appeasing the nobles to see what’s roiling under the surface—if appeasing them is even something I can hope to do. If you can keep your eyes and ears open, look out for anything amiss…”

“Does Nightingale not have agents for that sort of thing?”

“She does. I don’t.” Her eyes rimmed by severe black, her features framed in gold, she was a far cry from the sun-touched hunter he’d ran the trails with; and yet, her touch at his temple was familiar, the curling of her fingers as she coaxed his stray hairs back into place as recognizable to him as his own. “And they don’t see the same things we do. I trust you, more than myself. Just this once, and I won’t let them dress you in something so garish ever again.”

“Swear it. By the All-Mother.”

Tilting her chin, Viera straightened, her voice growing grave. “In the name of Mythal, the Protector, I do swear to defend Iloniyn Sarethon—the blood at my back, my eyes beyond me—from any and all offending garments.”

Stifling the smirk that thinned his eyes, he chewed on his answer before, eventually, heaving a sigh. “Alright,” he relented, “just make sure, in no uncertain terms, that the tailors know red really isn’t my color. It washes me out.”

“I’ll make it very clear,” she promised, before turning to retrieve her mask, and make for the door. “A burnt orange, maybe, or a nice, neutral black?” 

“Over this monstrosity? I’d take magenta, were it paired just right.”

She snickered, and slipped away. “Don’t give me any ideas.”

[in-need-of-gally-content]

|Chapter•Four|

•|Masterlist|•

A cozy and comfortable feeling made him hum in his semi-conscious state, it was kind of nice, and he wondered what was making him feel like that, last time he slept on this bed he woke up with his whole body stiff and hurting.

Hearing the commotion outside the med room, he figures he should be getting up, so he sits up with a yawn, that's when he feels body heat from outside his body, as if there was someone with him on the bed.

Blinking his eyes open, he sees that, yeah... Gally is there, peacefully sleeping on the same bed as him. They slept together. He's not sure what to make of that situation, probably just... Ignore it, two dudes sleeping on the same bed isn't weird at all.

In his almost mental panic he wonders how they ended up like that, and his eyes land on the paper on top of the book, and he remembers that Gally had been helping him with Glader words, or 'slang' as he called it, and they ended up talking about other stuff.

With a smile on his face, he remembers the story Gally told him about Billy's arrival at the Glade. He had come up in the box, whining and crying like an ugly baby, feeling so scared of where he was that he ended up klunking his pants more than once during his first month around.

"That was almost a year and a half ago," Gally had added with a far-off look in his eyes, releasing a tired sigh, "I've been here for almost three years, greenie."

His green eyes stared into his, a defeated expression on his face, before showing a glimpse of a smile.

"Even though there was a time when I also wanted to leave the Glade, I ended up liking it here, it's safe and we're able to live in peace for the most part," his hand was placed on top of his, holding it gently, "And I'm sure you will love this place too."

He remembers asking Gally if he had ever gone into the Maze, to which he had responded he had, barely making it out, he mentioned that he had been stung but the serum had saved him from the Changing. He had an expression on his face that made it seem like he wanted to say something else, a conflicted and uncertain look in his eyes. There was something Gally wasn't sure he should say and he respected that.

His hand lifted itself, reaching to try and caress his face, observing how calm Gally looked while he slept.

However, the door of the med room suddenly being pushed open made him jump back, his head turning like an owl to look at Jeff walking in, Clint right behind him.

They held his (e/c) stare for a few seconds before looking at each other, deciding to continue what they walked in to do.

"The box is gonna go down today and bring more supplies in a few days, do you need anything, greenie?" He watched them as they grabbed a journal each and began looking around cabinets and drawers, writing down what he guessed were supplies they needed, and he wondered for a moment.

"Is there anything I can't ask for?" Both of them turned to stare at him, silently questioning what he might need from the Creators.

Jeff sighed and tore a page off his journal, handing it to him, "Just don't exaggerate and they may give it to you, greenbean," he nodded and reached for the book and pen, scribbling down the first thing he knew he needed.

A journal, pens, and pencils too. He figured was really into (writing/drawing) when he kept having these urges to do something on the walls and floors. Oh! Books that were actually readable and in perfect condition, maybe he could build a bookshelf and put it in his treehouse, he added that maybe they could be novels or just guidebooks, like a recipe book or a medical attention book.

Uh... Bring some candy? Perhaps? And coffee?

Definitely a collar and a leash for Bark since the one he had had been torn by two sheep playing around with the leash, and a chicken that loved being on his back to bite his collar, or so he's been told by Winston. And-

He stopped writing for a moment, as if he was frozen, a short, brief memory coming back.

It was... A quick flash going off once, a faint 'brr' sound, something coming out of the device. His hand reached for it and he watched as a landscape showed up in the square film in between his fingers.

"Po..." He mumbled to himself, trying to remember the name of this device, "Pola... roid..." An instant camera.

He wrote down a Polaroid camera along with a few film rolls. Mayhaps he could make the good memories everlasting. The thought was nice, making him feel warm inside.

He tried to think if there was anything else he could need, he already had enough pads to last him for about two or three months, he just had to use them wisely during those days. Nothing else came to mind, but maybe later in the day, so he decided to keep the paper folded and kept it safely inside the zipped-up pocket on his pants, along with the borrowed pen.

The bed shifted under his weight and he turned to see that Gally was waking up.

"Oh, morning, Gally," he hummed a 'good morning' back to him and opened his eyes to see the Med-jacks scribbling away.

"Right, box day," he sat up and rubbed his face, not realizing the way the greenie was looking at him.

"When does the Box go down?" Gally groaned and messed his bedhead even more, his hair sticking in various directions.

"When the Maze Doors close," he nods with a hum and stands up.

"Alright, we have work to do."

He walks out of the room, and Gally follows close behind him, reaching to grab the collar of his shirt before he could walk away and leave the Homestead, dragging a reluctant greenie into the dining area, where the line in front of Fry was shrinking.

"You're gonna eat something, greenie," Gally heard him huff and saw him cross his arms, making him shake his head at his behavior. He made the greenie grab the tray Fry handed to him, both of their plates and glasses full, before pushing him toward their table.

They sat across from each other and Gally picked up his plate and glass of juice, starting to eat the pancakes Fry baked. Gally nodded toward his untouched plate and he watched him slouch in place, reluctantly eating breakfast.

The pancakes were nice, actually really nice and tasty, he had to give credit to Fry and ask him to teach him the recipe. And he notice the superior look on Gally's face as he watched him eat, so he decided to play with him, sticking his tongue out at him.

"If I get sick is your fault, Gally boy~," he said playfully while continuing to eat the remaining pancakes on his plate.

//////

He jogged toward the usual spot just by the woods' treeline, but when he got there he didn't see any planks around on the grass, which confused him.

However, he couldn't ask what had happened because the rest of the Builders ran past him into the Deadheads, laughing and cheering happily.

"You're gonna love this, greenie!"

"It looks so nice!"

"Wished I had one for me as well!"

He stood there for a few seconds, until he felt a nudge on his side. He briefly made eye contact with Gally before being dragged into the woods.

Even if he wanted to ask what was happening, he wouldn't have been able to, because there it was. The first building stage of his treehouse was done. It may have been a hollowed house, but it was there, and could see it.

He looked at Gally who looked pretty satisfied with the results so far.

And well, he was in awe at how much work everyone got done when he was gone all evening the previous day. No wonder Gally fell asleep with him instead of going to his room.

"How is it?" Gally asked quietly, voice shaky and nervous as he shifted his weight around.

The (h/c) haired male smiled brightly while bouncing on his spot, too giddy and excited to be capable of containing it inside his body and he started walking around the treehouse, looking at it from different angles and finding himself completely in love with it.

"I think we can finish it today," he whispered to himself in awe, blinking up at the wooden structure, observing how the flooring was being assembled on the foundation, hammering nails to piece them together to make it sturdy and stable to walk on, watching as they used stools as provisional step ladders while the ladder was being built.

The Builders had been split onto three sections; the ones making the whole walls, roof, and door; the ones that were assembling the house piece by piece; and the ones that were working on the ladder, definitely deciding to make it a sort of retractable ladder, that way, he could pick it up to prevent anyone from sneaking in the middle of the night.

Wiping the sweat off his brow as he finished hammering and tying the planks of the door together with ivy, he noticed the wall with a square-shaped hole on the wall facing the direction of the Glade behind him, it was obviously a window.

"Curtains..." He reached for his pant pocket and unzipped it, pulling the paper and pen out, and leaned down, pressing the paper on Gally's back, who was kneeling on the dirt working on the roof, "Stay still."

Gally sighed and frowned, keeping his knuckles pressed on the wood as he waited for whatever it was the greenie was doing to be over with it soon.

He wrote down 'curtains', before adding that maybe a roll of fabric would be better, and before he could say he was done he noticed a few holes on the back of Gally's shirt, adding a sewing kit to the list as well.

"Done, " he muttered and put the paper back in its place before going back to work.

//////

A few hours go by since then, Fry had stopped by with the rest of the Cooks and some of the Sloppers to bring them food and more water, and everyone took a break, even the greenie had stopped to eat something for once.

And now, it was finished.

The door was being secured in place while he looked from his spot next to Gally, a smile on their faces at what everyone had accomplished with hard work. And a stubborn greenie that didn't know the meaning of "resting".

With the ladder leaning against the small balcony before the door, they watched the Builders walk around, bouncing a bit to assure the sturdiness of their creation, and yeah, it was pretty resistant. It held the weight of four big guys, those that had similar body complexion as Gally, but the limit was of 5 or 6 bodies as max capacity due to the size of it.

Something about seeing the final result of something they've been working on for the past days made him incredibly grateful to everyone that had helped him, but Gally was the one closest to him, and who had done most of the work.

When the guys inside were leaving the treehouse, he turned and tightly hugged Gally, mumbling many 'thank you's against his chest.

Caught off guard, Gally felt his face warming up and looked away from everyone when he noticed the amusement shining in their eyes, teasing smiles growing on their faces.

His hand reached up and awkwardly pats the greenie's head, clearing his throat as he turned toward the rest, avoiding direct visual contact.

"Alright! Our work is done, enjoy the rest of the day!" He heard them as they left, snickering as they walked away, whispering amongst themselves. He made sure they were gone before letting out a sigh, looking down and seeing (h/c) (curly, wavy, straight) hair still pressed against his chest, "You alright there, greenie?"

Gally felt his breath getting stuck in his throat when those pretty (e/c) eyes looked up at him, a wide smile on his face.

"Thank you, Gally," he whispered with a soft tone, his voice sending shivers down his spine. He gently rubbed his back, smiling back at him.

"It was nothing," the greenie shook his head no, and he frowned slightly, "What?"

"You didn't have to but you still did, even if you were told to," Gally felt the arms around his middle squeezing him for a moment, "You're amazing, Gally, and I like that about you."

//////

He looks around the Glade, deciding he will help Newt, Zart, and Abe bring in the full baskets of ripe fruit and vegetables back into the Homestead, helping them tie a few of the tomato plants onto sticks to prevent them from falling, and plucking some weed off the grass.

He catches sight of Clint and Jeff and he rushes toward them, handing them his list because he knew he was gonna forget to bring it in before the Box left, and was called by Winston to help in the barn.

Apparently, Bark had been moody all day and was refusing to shepherd the sheep back into the barn. So after apologizing, giving him pets, kisses, and praises, he was standing behind the flock while he walked backward into the barn, patiently waiting for every single sheep to get in.

"That's a good boy," he said while crouching in front of Bark, stroking his fur and kissing the top of his head, hearing the dog whining with contempt.

He was having a fun time with Bark, when he heard voices outside the Blood House.

He recognized their voices but didn't know their names, he walked closer to the door to hear better and he regretted it.

"I really wished that greenie was more girly and cute, she's kinda hot too," he clenched his jaw and difficulty swallowed, taking a deep shaky breath, "I hate how she pretends to be a guy, it's quite obvious she isn't."

The talk continued, hearing them talking about his attributes and about what and how they wanted to do... Stuff to him rather than with him.

He felt disgusted toward them for talking about someone's body as if it was theirs, and disgusted at himself for being the way that he is.

He couldn't hold it anymore.

He barged out of the Blood House, and past the still open fence. He didn't even spare a glance at them as they flinched at the sudden sound and sight of the exact person they were talking about, but soon, they started laughing behind him.

"There goes the jacked weirdo!"

He feels his eyes stinging as tears begin to gather in them and he rushes to make his way up the Watchtower in the middle of the Glade. Reaching the top, he sits down and curls up on himself, holding his knees up to his chest, pressing his chin on his forearms, feeling sad and angry at the same time.

He simply sat there as the sun started going down on the horizon, disappearing behind the walls, and he remains there, sitting in complete silence where he can't be seen, lost in his thoughts.

He heard the faint sound of dinner being called in, but he couldn't bring himself to get down, feeling like he was gonna spat out anything that fell in his stomach.

And then, a short while after, he heard it. Some of his friends were out of the Homestead calling for him.

"Greenie!"

"Greenbean!"

That's when he started crying, hiding his face in his arms as he sobbed quietly, the soft creaking of the ladder reaching his ears. There was no point in holding in his sobs if whoever was coming up was gonna see him, so he let it out.

For a moment, Gally was glad to know that the greenie was up there, but he frowned when he heard crying, so he kept going up just to make sure it was him. And there he was.

The greenie looked so small curled up like that, it reminded him of the way he looked when he came up in the Box. He sighs and sits on the floor with him, dangling his legs off the edge as he stays there, silent, not wanting to pry on something that wasn't his business.

"Rough day, greenie?" He ends up whispering toward him, still observing the horizon.

Lifting his head, he watches through his glossy vision at Gally, who had turned to look down at his hands.

"I don't think I'll ever fit here, Gally," the weak sound of his voice as it trembled broke his heart, "No one sees me as a guy here, just... I'm just a girl who pretends to be one."

Gally took a deep breath, knowing he didn't... Know how the greenie was feeling, at all, he had no idea what it felt like, he could only imagine it. But that didn't prevent him from trying to help his friend.

"You know what I think, greenie?" He finally turned to look at him, fighting the urge to wipe the tears off his face, "I think- I know you're one of the toughest guy 'round here," Gally shifted his body to face him, a serious look in his eyes, "And I mean it when I say that I wouldn't change you for anyone else, you are part of the Glade now, you're part of my life, our life," he saw how he tried to break their eye contact, and he leaned closer just a little bit, catching his (e/c) eyes again, "I will be here for you, greenie, for anything you may need..." He paused for a moment, "Even if means looking and acting like an idiot to cheer you up."

A soft chuckle reached his ears, and Gally realized how much he likes that sound. Smiling involuntarily, he continues to make comments and tell funny stories, just to hear him laugh and watch the wide smile returning to his face.

And he realizes how late it is when he sees the Homestead almost completely in the dark. He stands up and heads to the ladder, "Let's go, greenie."

A warm hand holds onto his before he could take a step down, his green eyes staring down at him, watching a soft smile pulling the greenie's lips up, squeezing his hand for a second.

"(M/n)," Gally can only stay silent, blinking as he watches his face in the faint light the moon casted on them, "My name... is (M/n)."

He saw Gally smiling widely before pulling him up on his feet, wrapping his free hand around his shoulders, "That's so nice to hear, gre... (M/n)."

If hearing his name being said by himself made him happy and feel validated, like himself... he wouldn't have guessed how nice it sounded when someone else said it.

Although he was sure that only Gally could make him feel warm and flustered with the way he said his name.

//////

When they walked back to the Homestead, Newt, Fry, Winston, Mikah, Jim, and Mike immediately hugged him when they saw him safe and sound, Gally following close behind. They pointed out the signs that he had been crying and he simply shrugged them off, sitting on the dining table surrounded by his friends and he ate his heated up dinner, courtesy of Fry.

And now, he found himself walking with Gally to his new home. The walk was quite yet comfortable and he wondered if that talk with him was the trigger to bring them closer.

Soon enough, they stopped in front of the treehouse, and (M/n) wasn't sure if he should ask or not.

"Your stuff is already inside, (M/n)," there go the goosebumps again. He looked up at Gally, and met his eyes since he was apparently already looking at him, "Good night."

"Uh- Gally," he stopped mid-step, his hands inside his pockets as he looked at him, "Do you want to... Stay the night here?"

Gally wasn't sure if he should, he had been feeling conflicted since the whole talk at the Watchtower, and the last thing he wanted was to make (M/n) uncomfortable, but at the same time, he was dreading walking back to his room and...

He really wanted to spend more time with him.

Trying to contain his smile, he nodded and walked closer to him, "Sure, wouldn't mind it, greenie."

[xiaoheart24]

Were The Silent Breaks 3

It was another hour before the others returned back from cleaning up at Borg tower.

"I'm spent," Jay said.

"One step ahead of you dude" Lloyd replied.

"You'r back" Freezing in their spot at master Wu's voice knowing what was coming next.

"Master Wu," Nya said.

"Come" He waved his hand and motioned them to follow without saying anything else as he made his way into the monastery.

The team looked at eachother confused but complied and followed.

They kept walking until they came into the sleeping halls and saw Zane standing outside Kai's bedroom holding a tray of tea.

"Zane?" Cole said, confused.

"Shhhh. Come" He whispered.

"NO WAY REALLY!" They heard someone yell. Confused, they all gathered around the door quietly and saw Kai talking with Garmadon.

"Indeed. Your father was very embarrassed after it" Garmadon replied.

" I can imagine," Kai said, then turned quiet.

After a few minutes."Kai" Garmadon voice suddenly change tone.

"I think we need to tal-"

"Don't bother," Kai interrupted.Garmadon raised a brow at him.

"I know I need to tell them," He said hesitantly.

"Tell them now or later it’s up to you" Kai shrugged, gaze turning to the window once more.

Garmadon frowned slightly, worrying furrowing his brow. He made his way to the teen, sitting in the seat beside him.

"I just" He hesitated. "I don't know where to start," He admitted.

"Why not start at the beginning" Garmadon offered. "I'm listening" He gave Kai a soft smile.

An expression of sadness mingled with hesitance on Kai's face. He opened his mouth, but no words left, so he shut his mouth, swallowing the lump in his throat. Garmadon waited patiently, giving the teen time to find the words he needed to say.

"I'll be honest. I never imagined this would be my life, but it became that way and I hold no regret" He began.

"I will admit….. life back at the blacksmith was easier, No evil lurking to hurt my family…..I don't have to wait in expectation on who will be the next villain" Kai took another deep breath.

Here is the part that gave me inspiration. The creator is justbirdie

"When Wu asked me to join and become a ninja and save my sister, I did it out of necessity. Eventually I ended up unlocking my true potential to save my unofficial little brother, the chosen one. Life went by quickly and before I knew it Lloyd was 17!" Kai looked down with a soft smile and pride for his unofficial brother.

"Then Harumi happened…" His smile fell."I still remember Lloyd coming into my room after a particularly vivid nightmare and having to sooth and calm down the kid. He would cry about how he “thought he and the others died” and “what he wouldn’t be able to do without them”endlessly. And for hours I would ruffle his hair and promise I was there and always would be" Kai looked at Garmadon. "I wanted to endlessly pummel that girl into the ground, princess or not!" He admitted with the aura of a protective brother.

There was a disturbing silence as all eyes turned to Lloyd as the boy ducked down at the attention he received.

"And of course Zane was zapped into the Never Realm!" He clenched his fist gaze on the floor.

"From what I heard from the nindroid during his panic attacks, he almost killed Lloyd with his cursed ice. It took months for him to be able to use his ice without breaking down into a giant ball of trauma and apologies. I was the only one that could touch the ice ninja, (due to the whole y’know ‘fire ninja’ thing) and warming up my panicked brother always calmed him down" He said.

Zane shuddered at the memories as he recalled his evil time in the ice land.

"And then Jay" Then it was Jay’s turn to look away, tightening his arms around himself.

"When prime empire occurred Jay was very clingy and never told anyone but nya why, well… until I found him outside the monetary smashing every video game he owned. I had to pull the lightning ninja away from all the scattered parts to stop him from hurting himself! I had brewed some hot chocolate and handed it to Jay, I sat and let the ginger yell, cry, and just all around go through the 5 stages of grief before giving him a vat of advice" Kai's fist clenched more until he felt a hand on his shoulder.

Letting down his anger he continued completely unaware of the audience he had outside his door.

"The day Cole unlocked the spinjitzu burst was the same day his mother died, I knew this because every year I had to console the earth ninja in a varying amount of ways, whether it be a sparring sessions, or a cake and late night talk, or even just being there for him!" Kai continued not seeing remorse on Cole's face. "But this year was different. Cole was hiding something, he acted like he was okay but I didn’t buy into his facade. I went to the training room to ponder this and help my skills at the same time, low and behold there was the noir haired ninja. He definitely was not fine. Cole stood shocked, tear streaked eyes looking like a deer in headlights, caught. I sighed and sat motioning for Cole to sit with me, he complied. We sat in comfortable silence until eventually Cole leaned onto my shoulder, sleepy eyes blinking desperately at consciousness. (Failing miserably) and I leaned back. If someone did found us in there the next morning I wouldn’t say a word" He stopped.

Garmadon gave Kai a nod of encouraged to continue.

"Then the recent event happened" Nya gasped and covered her mouth with her hands.

"It was 2:34 in the morning when I woke up to the sound of rushing water. From nya’s room! I quietly rushed to my sister’s bedroom to see what was happening. When I arrived in the room I felt water rushing around me and I shivers remembering the time I almost drowned back in the whole ‘morrow incident’ I shivered but pushed my way into the room finding my younger sister fresh tears rolling down her face while still staring off at something behind the wall, in a dissociative state. I knew what to do. This had happened many times before, nya always needed some help adjusting to being human again touches and reaffirming words always helped, so that’s exactly what I did. Eventually she calmed down but passed out soon after, I chuckled and tucked my little sister into bed, just like when we were kids" Kai got out, smiling a bit.

But his smile fell fast.

"Life was never easy for them. They were just teenagers when Wu gathered us, to put random people to fight evil, there will always be consequences" Wu bowed his head.

"So that is my reason here," Kai confessed.

"I'll be there when someone needs someone to fight the darkness in them"

"From Nya's nightmare after the dark matter, to Lloyd and his sadness facing the fact that he gave up his childhood and had to battle you, even Jay when he told us he was adopted he needed someone there" Kai took a deep breath. "Zane after he discovered he was actually a nindroid, I was there to soothe the guy and Cole from when he was a ghost the fear of never turning back" Kai looked at Garmadon.

"My whole life I have been the older brother to them, to bring them up when the world wants to pull them down" Kai said determined.

He stood up.

"And I will keep doing that to my last breath" The teen stood in the middle of the room for everybody to see him standing, courageous, strong and firm in his opinion.

Wu looked at Kai.

Wu knew Kai wasn't the best to express emotions like the others, that showed very well from time to time, but they suspect that is because of his childhood. He knew Kai took the guardian role for both him and Nya after their parents disappeared and knew enough to know that Kai dedicated his whole life to make sure Nya had a happy childhood.

The boy was smart, and had the instincts from living on his own with Nya with no guidance from anybody but himself to help him navigate almost any situation. (Not always successfully but the teen had survived this long.)

Kai always put others' needs above his own, it was admirable how much work he put in to help others, how much commitment he had for his training, it shows how selfless he is, how good he is.

But at the end even the strongest would break and he was sure Kai was just holding on by the last strings keeping him from falling into darkness.

"Kai" Garmadon stod up.

"Listen" Kai took a deep breath, gaze turning to the window once more.

"I appreciate your concern, but I'll be fine"

"We both know that's not true"

"It's my job to take care of them!" Kai defended.

"As it is our job to take care of you brother" Kai froze, he turned to the door.

Nya stood in the door frame holding her hands, the others looking behind her with the same defeated face.

"hey sis" Kai whispered.

Nya went up to her brother, standing infront of him. "Hey bro"

"So you heard" It wasn't a question.

"Yeah" Nya lowered her head.

He put both hands on her shoulders giving her a tired smile "It's okay" Tears began to form in Nya's eyes as she said defeat.

"No. It’s not" Kai brought Nya into a big hug whispering comforting words.

"Kai" Cole took a step forward. "Speak to us," Cole begged.

Kai got silent.

"Please Kai," Jay said.

Zane gave his brother a sad smile."It's time, the roles get switched"

"And we are here for you, like you were to us," Lloyd said.

"But I promised I would keep you all SAVE" He yelled as he let go of Nya.

"And we appreciated it" Cole jumped in, pulling his arms up to calm the fire ninja.

"But what about you?" Zane asked. "How is it any different that you can't have someone to talk to, but we can?"

"Kai" Wu stepped forward.

"Please allowe them to help you" Wu averted his eyes to each of his students, each returning a smile back.

"Like you helped them"

Kai became speechless, he averted his eyes on the floor. The whole room got silent as everybody waited for the fire ninja to admit his answer.After a few minutes.

"Okay" He whispered.

"I'll try" Giving them a smile, each one of his family joined in to engulf the teen in a group hug.

Kai freezed up a little bit but soon relaxed, the other scooting closer until they could probably take the boy into an embrace.

Keeping Kai as close as possible, providing assurances because no the boy was not weak for needing them but of course years of working hard to provide for himself and Nya, and helping the other’s the wear takes it hold.

They knew Kai's journey had just begun but they know with eachother's help they could bring the fire master to see that…

You are never truly alone.

This is my first story. I hope it was okay.I wanna say HUGE thanks to justbirde for letting me use their story for mine. Go check them out on tumblr.

I know the Kai in my story might not fit the Kai you are used to on the show but I wanted Kai to finally get that moment to be free from his burden and let loose some emotions that I know the guy has kept locked up.

I will admit I kinda got carried away so the story became way longer than it was supposed to. Ops😅

[fatuismooches]

SMOOOCHES!! Hii cutie pie!! ♡︎૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

Just a small thought but: Fragile!Reader whose memory continues deteriorate every few months or years. You don’t really notice any differences besides the fact that it’s harder to remember things of your past. Which upset you as your memory continues to fade. However, what hurts most is you losing the memory of the nicknames you gave to every clone. You try to talk and greet them like usual, until you realize you don’t remember their name nor nickname you gave them. Making them constantly remind you as they see your worried expression. It pains the clones to see the person they love slowly start to forget about them piece by piece. It only prepares them for when your memory will eventually deteriorate in a few decades if you don’t recover from your illness in time…

(I’m sorry for angst ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ no more fluff just angst) but I hope you have a lovely day/week smooches I hope you’re doing okay! Life better be treating you well!

-from your boo boo bear 🎐 anon!૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა

The angst for the memory deterioration is limitless and it's making me cry 😭 You don't realize you forget something until something is brought up in conversation that reminds you of it... until you realize you can't remember it. And that has you pondering quietly while the clones just look at you sadly.

Giving each clone a personal name was something you didn't intend to do but when you saw how happy they were not to be called Segment #, you couldn't help but name them all! How it was so cute when they perked up as you called their name. But now. You should have written all of the names down. Maybe you should do that, but it already hurts to have forgotten them... Even though you try to hide your emotions the clones find it easy to read you and they can see you're in more pain than before. They just hope their creator can find the cure in time, because it's hurting them to see you like this too.

It hurts even more when you forget something you did with Zandik, because he's your lover. To forget time with him is equal to your heart being stabbed. And you can't help but brood and get sad when this happens. But Zandik doesn't mind retelling the stories for you. Though you can't help but feel terrible for wasting his time on things you should know already.

From that day you request a notebook and pens, and write down every single important memory you can remember. You refused to let this illness forget the time you spent with your lover. (One day Zandik finds it and copies your handwriting to add in the pieces you missed.)

[anarchyincarnate]

Pride month Celebration with Cult!AU cast!

Day 4; Dacryphilia with Xiao

A/N; my sickness got better, so I'm bringing y'all this-

Genre: Lime

Dacryphilia; form of paraphilia in which one person is aroused by another person's tears or crying.

They gently laid the boy on top of them, seating him in front of them, leaning him against the smooth stone.

The two were inside a private bath house, constructed inside the serenitea pot. It was a lovely gift from Madame Ping, to which they created a surreal place to relax and unwind from their godly duties.

Large and overgrown forests, rivers and rocky mountains, all encapsulated within the pot. A grand palace was constructed in the middle of it, the surrounding area built similar to a shrine.

They lovingly placed their hands onto his shoulder, rubbing the tense muscles of his. The cut he received inside the chasm was neatly wrapped, per their standards.

He whimpered, holding their naked body close to him. They chuckled, rubbing the fat of his cheeks, pecking his nose. Tears unknowingly poured down his eyes, as he soaks in the attention they're giving him.

He had always dealt with things alone, not wanting to taint people with karma. But perhaps, just like the traveler said, he could rely on others for once.

"My pretty little Yaksha, It's alright. No need to cry," they mumbled, wiping the tears on his cheek. Despite liking the display of emotions coming from the boy, they ignored the growing tent inside their pants, afraid of ruining the moment.

His golden eyes gazed down, seeing the clothed shaft poking through the soaked fabric. With shaky hands, he palmed Creator's trousers.

They breathed out, moving to move their body sideways, letting him to fully palm it.

Rubbing the growing appendage, Xiao felt the tip leaking precum. They were both in water, but the sticky liquid made it clear to him what it was.

He placed his hand inside the long haired male's trousers, with their help, he pulled the pants down, exposing their massive shaft [When compared to his body].

He began stroking it, observing creator's expression of bliss. He gestured the Creator to move up, which they complied. They sat onto the steps, letting the water drip down their bare body.

Xiao got in front of them. His mouth messily licked the tip, poking the slit. His hands move up and down their shaft, while he wrapped his lips onto the top.

He swirled his tongue, moaning out when the salty liquid hits his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, taking in more of them slowly.

They placed their hand onto his scalp, rubbing his hair as he was sucking their cock. Sure, it's sloppy, but it's better than nothing.

Creator felt him pushed himself down, gagging at the feeling of their cock hitting his throat. They peered down, seeing the tears poking through his eyelids. They couldn't help but moan, feeling his warm and tight throat around them. It didn't take long for them to cum into his mouth.

He let out a choked cry, feeling the liquid poured down his throat. Moving his lips away from the still hard cock, he wiped away the remaining cum stuck on his lips.

"My boy is a pretty crier.." they hummed, praising the boy.

That made him very happy.

[xhannahbananax03]

Trouble Chapter 6

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x Reader

MASTERLIST

Words: 5.2k outdid myself again

Warnings: pining

A/N: Reblogs, likes, comments + feedback are extremely appreciated! Please help support your content creators!

A/N 2: This is in noway me shaming Priscilla or trying to make her out to be a villain. She went through a lot and I believe she is a lovely lady.

The calls had become less and less since the two split off from each other thus most recent time, until eventually they just stopped coming in all together.

She'd occasionally write him and he'd occasionally write her but it seemed the were stuck in a weird limbo of not being sure about where their relationship stood. Y/n knew she still loved the man, but with how cold and distant she had made herself, she was sure that he thought she hated him by now, and maybe that's why she hadn't received a single letter from him for a month until today.

She still couldn't stop her heart from racing everytime she got a letter from him, she couldn't stop from racing up to her room with a giddy expression before flopping onto her bed to tear it open and trace over every single letter Elvis wrote to her with the tip of her finger and her reaction from his letter today was no different.

She raced up to her room, dropped her bag on the floor, shut her door and locked it, before flopping onto her bed and tearing the envelope open.

'Hey there doll,' She smiled softly at the pet name, missing how she used to be able to hear him say them instead, 'Only a year left until I can come home,' She bit her lip at the reminder, 'But anyways, how've you been? I've been doing great...' and suddenly it felt like her heart took a nose dive straight of a cliff, the happy expression leaving her face entirely, 'I've met somebody. Her names Priscilla,' and Y/n had to stop reading there, tears blocking her vision as her hopes and dreams of being Elvis' only girl faded away.

She threw the letter on the floor before curling up on her side trying to muffle her loud cries. When she heard a knocking on her bedroom door along with a muffled, "Sweetie? Is everything alright in there?" From her mother.

She quickly wiped up her face before going and opening her door, looking down at her feet in hopes her mom wouldn't notice her depressed state, but one little sniffle gave it all away, "Oh honey, what happened?" Her mom asked wrapping her arms around her and leading her back to the bed and just like that, Y/n broke back into hysterics.

Sobbing and choking on air while her mother ran a soothing hand up and down her back, "Its alright, honey," Her mom cooed softly leaning back before pulling her onto her lap like she was a little girl again, she didn't know how her mom always managed to do it, but she just did.

After a good hour of crying, Y/n finally calmed down enough to speak, the occasional hiccup or shuddering breath interrupting her, "E-Elvis has a girl-girlfriend mama,".

"Oh baby," Her mom rocked her gently, smoothing her hair down, "Boys like him ain't worth all your tears anyway," Her mother told her sternly, hoping that maybe she could get her daughter more on the angry side of the spectrum so she wouldn't have to watch her break right in front of her.

"But he is mama," Y/n looked up at her with wide, red eyes, still brimming with tears, "I love him," She cried out, burying her head back into her mother's shoulder and her mom realized then that there was no point in trying to get Y/n to be angry with Elvis, not when her heart belonged to the Rockstar.

So her mother just held her close, rocking her and humming sweet little tunes to her, being sure to stay far away from anything that even remotely sounded like Elvis, and she did that until her daughter fell fast asleep in her bed.

Tucking Y/n in, her mother kissed her cheek, hating to see her daughter in this much pain over some boy, but she did understand it. Seeing a neatly folded piece of paper on the ground, she picked it up and briefly looked at it. She realized it was the letter from Elvis and againt her better judgment she decided to read it and see if she could get a better grasp of what was going on.

'Hey there doll, only a year left until I can come home. But anyways, how've you been? I've been doing great. I've met somebody, her names Priscilla. I have a feeling the two of you would get along great. She's pretty, funny, smart and she lives right her on the base. Y/n, I think I'm in love, got any advice for me on that? I know there's always something going through that smart little head of yours. The military isn't as bad as I thought it would be, majority of the time we all just goof around and have parties, it's kinda fun here actually. I can't wait to get back home to you though,' This made her mother pause her reading before she looked to make sure her child was still fast asleep, 'I'm still regretful of the way we left things off darling, and I'm still really sorry about everything. Maybe you could call me sometime and we could catch up? I miss hearing that sweet voice. Anyways, I'm running out of paper space, but I love you and I miss you. Call me sometime. Xoxo E.P.'.

Y/n's mother sighed, knowing that she was probably very confused about her relationship with Elvis. After reading that letter, she'd be lying if she said she wasn't a little confused herself. Folding it back up, she sat the letter on her daughter's nightstand hoping that maybe she'd read the rest of it at some point and realize that Elvis still cares for her deeply, that much was obvious.

With a sigh, Y/n's mother kissed her cheek one last time before leaving the room to go and get some rest herself.

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Y/n couldn't believe that today was really the day Elvis was coming home. A year flew by so quickly, the pair of them beginning to exchange letters more often, even though every time he brought up his new girlfriend Y/n would cry a little but eventually she got over the pain of it all and learned to take whatever affection Elvis was willing to give her.

She thought about flying out to Memphis to be there once he got home, but she figured that he might like to spend some time with his father and manager at Graceland winding down from his 2 year long endeavor.

Later that evening though she got a phone call from none other than Elvis himself and she could tell he had been drinking, "Hey darlin'," He slurred out as soon as she answered, "Where are ya?"

"I'm in Daytona, Elvis," She sighed out, not liking to have to talk to him when he was like this, he always made empty promises.

=

"Hey sugar," Elvis slurred the second he had heard her pick up the phone, "I miss ya," Which wasn't a lie, he did miss her. Alot. He just felt more at ease letting her know when he had some liquid courage in him.

"Are you drunk?" She asked after a long pause, not sounding too entirely pleased, "Its 2 in the morning E.P.,"

"'M sorry, honey. Jus' needed t'hear your voice," He hiccuped, taking another swig of his beer, "I miss ya so much, darlin'," His words coming out in a messy slur.

"I miss you too, E," Y/n sighed out, also feeling more at ease letting her true feelings hang out when she knew Elvis probably wouldn't remember this conversation in the morning anyways.

"'M gonna marry ya someday ya know?" Elvis slurred and Y/n sat quietly for a long moment, taken aback by his words and while she wished she could revel in it, she knew it was just the alcohol speaking, "Y/n?".

"Alright E.P., alright," She just agreed with him, rubbing at her teary eyes, "Listen, I need to get goin' to bed. Gotta busy day tomorrow," She half lied. All of her days were busy, but tomorrow was no busier than normal.

"Alrigh' baby," Elvis hiccuped again, taking another large swig of his drink, "I love ya, mama," She smiled a little, liking when he used that nickname on her.

"I love you too, E.P.," She told him honestly before the pair said their goodnights and she went back into a fitful sleep, not being able to get his words out of her head.

But much like she suspected, a few nights later when he called again he had no memory of calling her at all that night.

=

"Have you been drinkin'?" She asked him with a sigh. Y/n had also come to notice that the more time she spent around Elvis, the more she found herself pronouncing words like how he did.

"No I ain' been drinkin'," Elvis slurred defensively. Sometimes he got real defensive about his drinking habits, seeing as how most of his life he begged with his mother to stop with her drinking, "'M I not allowed t'miss ya or somethin' now?".

Y/n sighed once again, trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes, "No, no E, you can miss Mr. I've sure been missin' you," She said honestly, laying back on her bed, sometimes when he was this drunk she'd use him like a therapist, admitting that she was in love with her best friend and she had been for a long time.

"Good, 'cause I do miss ya, baby," She could hear the smile in his voice and that made her smile until she heard him taking a long drink and she remembered why he was talking so sweetly to her in the first place, "'M comin' up there tomorra ' t'get ya darlin' so ya better have your bags packed. You're gonna start livin' here at Graceland, with me,".

Oh how she wished for his words to actually mean something to himself, because they meant a whole lot to her, "Alright, Elvis," She played along, not wanting to upset him as she laid her arm over her eyes.

"I love ya so much, darlin'," Elvis once again proclaimed his false love for her. She knew better than to take it any other way than friendly.

"I love you too, E.P.," She repeated back to him like she always did, "Go get some rest alright?".

"Mhm," She heard Elvis answer her, "I'll be seein' ya tomorrow, honey," He once again promised and Y/n just shook her head, "G'night dear,".

"Goodnight Elvis," She mumbled back before dropping her landline down on the receiver and rolling over onto her other side. Those calls were always hard for her to recover from because a small part of her always held onto a small bit of hope that maybe this time he'd keep his word, maybe this time he'd meant it.

=

Morning came and Y/n groaned as she heard knocking on her door, she tried to cover her head eith her pillow to block out the noise and for a moment a worked, before the knocks came rapidly and louder than before, "What!" She shouted out assuming it was her mom.

She sat up and stared at the door with a grimace, her hair sticking up all over the place, "Well goodmorning beautiful," Elvis peaking his head through her door with a bright smile on his face was something she was unsure if she was actually seeing or not.

Rubbing her eyes she heard him let out a laugh, that beautiful laugh, and she knew then that her best friend, her love had in fact been standing in front of her, "E.P.?" She asked out timidly, afraid that if she moved she'd wake up.

"In the flesh, darlin'," He spread his arms open, a tender smile on his face and as quick as a flash of lightening, Y/n was up out of her bed and latched onto him, her legs wrapped around his waist while her arm tightly wrapped around his neck.

Everything from the past year was as good as gone to her all that mattered in this moment was that he was here, holding her tight to him while she softly cried into his neck. He had kept his word, he'd meant it.

"Y/n, honey, while I love to be holding you like this, you may wanna put some pants on," He chuckled out, his eyes trained on the mirror of the vanity in front of them, his eyes taking in her bottom which was only clad in light pink, silky underwear.

She blushed deeply before unraveling herself from him and pulling down her t-shirt, her Elvis t-shirt to try and cover herself a bit as she grabbed the first pair of pajama pants she could find and pulled them up her legs.

"Well somebody missed me," Elvis chuckled out, sitting on her bed as he grabbed the framed photo from her nightstand, it was of them together, right before he had to get his head shaved for the military. Your arms were wrapped around each other and you both smiled at the camera.

Elvis smiled softly, running his finger across her face in the photo before setting it back down, "Ya all packed, darlin'?" He asked with a hopeful expression.

Y/n was currently a mess. Her eyes were all puffy and she couldn't contain her trembling smile, "Well, no..." She trailed off, looking towards the ground while a frown settles over E.P.'s face, "I didn't think you were serious 'bout comin' to get me," She told him honestly.

"I was very serious, Y/n," He drawled out softly, standing and slowly making his way to stand right in front of her before gently grabbing her chin and tilting her head up so he could look at her, "'Bout all of it, darlin'. Want ya to come stay at Graceland for good. Its where ya belong, honey. With me,".

His words nearly brought tears to her eyes for two reasons; one: she was beyond happy to hear that Elvis truly wanted her around and two: she knew that his words were being said to nothing more than a friend, somebody he did love and care for, just not in the way she had wanted.

"Well what about my job, E.P.?" Y/n began to look at the reasonable side of things, knowing that she couldn't just pack up and run off the Graceland... Could she?

"Whata 'bout it," Elvis chuckled, keeping her chin between his finger tips, not wanting to give her the option of turning her back on him, "I'd take care of ya, Y/n, ya know that," He told her with big, soft eyes. At this point he'd say anything to get her to agree to come home with him.

"I kinda like my job, Elvis..." Y/n told him, taking a step back and looking to the ground once more, crossing her arms over her chest, "Plus mama and daddy are here and they need me,".

No, no, no... This was all wrong, Elvis was supposed to ask her to moe into Graceland and she was supposed to enthusiastically agree. Elvis pulled on his hair for a moment, letting out a big puff of air before taking another step forward and grabbing onto her shoulders, shaking her softly to get her to look at him, "I could get ya a hundred jobs as a reporter if ya come home with me, sugar," Elvis practically pleaded, "And you're 20 for Christ's sake. You're mamma and daddy'll be fine and can come visit whenever,".

Y/n knew that he kinda had a point there. She had been living under her parents roof for two years past the point that she was supposed to move out. She knew that neither of her parents minded, but she'd be lying if she said she wouldn't like to try living on her own, or living with a roommate.

She worried her bottom lip between her teeth for a long moment, staring up at Elvis who still had a firm grip on her shoulders and a pleading look in his eye and how could she say no? "Alright, E.P.," She finally nodded, letting out a nervous breath.

"Really?" He asked excitedly, not really believing that she had agreed. When she nodded her head again, he let out a loud laugh, pulling her into him as he hugged her tight and Y/n felt her own excitement growing with each passing moment.

"'M so glad ya said yes, baby," Elvis pushed his fingers through her hair, kissing the top of her head as he took in the smell of her after all this time, "We better get t'packin'," He nodded his head, holding her at arms length.

She agreed and told him that before she could do that, she needed to talk to her parents. His smile faltered slightly, nervous that somehow her parents would try to change her mind. She had him wait in her room and he did so nervously, sitting on the edge of her bed, bouncing his leg.

Within ten minutes she walked back into the room, her eyes a little bloodshot and for a moment Elvis' lost all hope of her coming before she looked at him with a smile, "Lets get to packin',".

Elvis had moved a few things around with the help of his team back home. He changed their flights for the next day and had a moving truck sent to Y/n's house. He refused to let her or her family help pack, Elvis helping out the small team of moving people while Y/n sat on her bed, anxiously watching all her belongings being packed away.

Before she knew it, the next morning came and Elvis took Y/n and her family out for breakfast, before Y/n's patents took them to the airport, "You'll call once you get there?" Y/n's mom asked nervously, barely being able to hold back her tears as she looked out at her daughter who had grown up so much in these last couple of years.

"Yes mama, I promise," Y/n smiled at her mom, bringing her into her arms as Elvis stood back, talking to a man who took his small duffle bag and started taking it towards checking. Y/n's mom sniffle as she pulled away and wiped at her eyes.

Y/n's dad didn't cry but she could still tell that he was feeling just a tad emotional over his only child leaving the nest, with a famous boy no less, "I love you, honey. Be safe. And please, use protection," Y/n's dad groaned out like he didn't want to even say it, but he wouldn't be happy with himself if Y/n had shown up pregnant and he never even tried to prevent it.

Y/n blushed deeply as she scolded her dad, "I love you too, daddy," Elvis came to stand next to Y/n a light smile on his face.

"You take care of my daughter, Presley," Y/n's father told the young man sternly as Y/n gave one last hug to both of her parents, her dad staring at Elvis with a look that basically said, 'I'll kill you,' and Elvis swallowed down hard nodding his head.

"Yes sir, I will. I promise," Elvis told him, a serious look on his face as he squeezed his arm around Y/n's shoulders, leaning down to tell her that it was time to go.

Y/n nodded her head with teary eyes,giving her mom one last hug before starting into the airport, waving and blowing kisses back at her family, "I love you, mama!".

"I love you too, baby!" Y/n's mother waved the young pair off until Y/n couldn't see them anymore, finally letting a few tears fall down her cheeks as they waited in line for security.

"Baby," Elvis drawled out, grabbing her face and wiping at her tears with his thumbs. Y/n looked up at him with sad eyes and he leaned in to kiss her before looking around and thinking better of it, opting to instead kiss her forehead an wrap her up in a hug.

They got through security and waited for Elvis' body guard to get checked as well and once all three of them were in the clear they made their way towards their terminal, Evlis' bodyguard had shown the person at the front desk some kind of badge and she immediately led the three of you onto a smaller, more private plane that could only carry one other passenger besides the three of you.

Y/n and Elvis talked the whole way home, catching up on the last two years and they dint stop talking until they were both in bed later that night at Graceland. E.P. had told her that she could decorate the guest room however she liked seeing as how that was now entirely her room and he meant it.

The next morning Y/n made her way downstairs, wrapped up in a bathroom robe that E.P. had waiting for her in her bathroom. She went into the dining room where she heard quite some commotion, stopping when she saw Elvis leaning over a table, his backside towards her while he talked joked around with a small group of people who all laughed at whatever joke he just told.

Y/n couldn't help but stare at him, his pants hugging his waist perfectly while his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, "Ah there she is!" Elvis said happily, turning to meet Y/n and she quickly looked up to his face with a blush as he gave her a knowing look.

He waved her over and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her in close to him, "Y/n, this is my personal team of interior designers. They did all this," He motioned around the house, "For mama and I when I first bought Graceland," He explained looking down at her a little.

She gave a small, shy smile to everyone paired with a little wave as they all greeted her by calling her, 'Ms. L/n', which was forgien for her to hear so she insisted they just call her Y/n, "They have a few catalogs here today for ya to look through and pick out what ya'd like,".

Y/n looked up at him before shaking her head a little, "Elvis, I can't ask you to do all this. The room is fine how it is," She assured him which made him frown a little.

"You're not askin' me to do anything," He reminded her, which she guessed was true, "I wanna do this, Y/n," He grabbed her hands in his, giving them a soft squeeze, "Please pick out even a few things? Maybe a fresh coat'a paint, hm?".

Looking up at his pleading eyes she wanted to argue, but instead nodded her head, "Alright..." She sighed out, once again not being able to say no, "Just let me go get dressed,".

Elvis smiled brightly, pulling her in for a kiss on the lips which made her blush as she looked over to the team of people who were thankfully chatting amongst themselves, paying no mind to the pair.

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Y/n decided to paint her room in her favorite color, picking out a new dresser, beside table and bedspread that helped compliment the color she had chosen.

Elvis encouraged her to pick out some of the fancy decorations for her walls and such but she simply refused that which was alright, Elvis was just happy that he got her to pick out a few nice things for herself, giving her the magazines and telling her that if at any point she changed her mind and wanted something, to just let him know.

=

Within the week, her room had been put together to her liking, her clothes put away, her Elvis posters hanging on the walls along with a few family photos.

Elvis smiled anytime he walked into her room, seeing posters of himself hanging up on her walls, he was sure that if he could get a poster of her on his wall, he would've.

=

The next handful of years passed by in a blur, Elvis had somehow managed to get Priscilla living with and Y/n down in Graceland, seeing how lonely Y/n had become when she had to spend long weeks by herself while he was off working on his acting career.

As much as Y/n hated it at first, especially after learning the girl was only seventeen years old, Y/n eventually grew to understand why Elvis loved her so much.

Priscilla was kind hearted and pretty. She was no doubt niave for being with a man nearly twice her age, but Y/n eventually took on the older sister roll with the young girl. Teaching her about love and helping her finish her high-school studies.

Within 3 years of Priscilla living at Graceland Elvis' acting career really skyrocketed. It was like suddenly everybody had forgotten that he was a singer first, but Y/n could tell that he wasn't happy. Anytime he tried to do a 'dramatic role' his movie did awful at the box office, the only time people wanted to watch him was when he was singing.

=

When the Christmas of '66 rolled around and Elvis proposed to Priscilla, Y/n didn't think her heart could break anymore. She tried to be happy for them, putting on a fake smile as Priscilla hugged her tightly while Elvis talked excitedly with his cousins and father.

Y/n even told Priscilla how happy she was for her as she showed off her new engagement ring, it was a bit flashy for Y/n's taste yet she still told the young girl that it was beautiful, "Congrats, Prissy," Y/n hugged the girl she had come to consider her friend, "Elvis really loves you Cilla," She smiled down at the young girl.

"You really think so?" Priscilla bit into her lip, swiveling her ring around her finger and Y/n could tell she felt insecure, how could she not? Woman threw themselves at Elvis every single day and while Y/n had gotten used to seeing it, watching Elvis actually propose to another girl really did a number on her heart.

"I know so," Y/n nodded her head at the young girl while squeezing her small hands, she looked over Priscillas head and caught Elvis string in their direction, but instead of him looking at his bride to be, he was looking at her, a fond look in his eyes and Y/n did her best to give him a sweet smile.

"Y/n?" Priscilla spoke out, making Y/n look back down at her, Priscilla squeezed her hands again, "Do you think maybe you'd be my maid of honor?" Y/n looked shocked for a moment, not realizing that Priscilla truly had no friends down her in Memphis besides her.

She wanted to say no, wanted to come up with a reason as to why she couldn't even attend the wedding but as Priscilla looked up at her with wide hopeful eyes she remembered that none of this was the girls fault. Y/n was just never brave enough to confess her feelings for Elvis and so, consequently, she lost him and with a sigh, Y/n nodded her head, "I'd love to, Priscilla,".

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The night before the Presley wedding, Elvis had planned a whole party is a Las Vegas casino and hotel and while everyone was drinking and laughing, Y/n noticed that Elvis was nowhere to be found which was unusual for him. He was always the life of the party.

She walked out onto the penthouse balcony and found him, his pants rolled up as he sat with his feet in the pool, the swirling lights from the bottom reflecting over his face, "E.P.?"

Elvis jumped and quickly wiped at his face with the sleeve of his overcoat, "Hey, darlin'" Elvis smiled up at her weakly and she could see that his eyes were completely red, so she slipped off her heels and sat next to him, dipping her feet in the warm water as well.

"What's wrong?" She asked, placing her hand over his that rested on the ground between the two of them, "Wedding jitters?" She joked lightly, hoping to maybe get a smile out of him, but when his eyes stayed focused on the water and a tear fell from his eye onto his lap she knew something was seriously wrong.

"I don't wanna get married," He finally spoke out softly, "Well," He looked up at the night sky, "I do wanna get married. Just... not to Priscilla,".

Y/n found herself a little angry on behalf of the young woman that he was supposed to be marrying tomorrow, "You can't be serious, Elvis," She scoffed, catching his attention and when he saw the look on her face, a look of guilt washed over his, "The wedding is tomorrow and you're telling me you want to call it off now?".

"No," Elvis shook his head, "No, I love Priscilla," Y/n gave him a confused look, "I have to marry her," He nodded his head, as though trying to convince himself of it too and as more tears filled his eyes and a sob wracked through him, Y/n couldn't help but to take him into her arms.

"Oh, E.P.," Y/n sighed out, running her fingers through his hair as he cried into her shoulder, she was having a hard time understanding where this sudden change of heart was coming from, but she knew her friend was sad, and she knew she needed to help him feel better, "Where's all this coming from?" She asked softly, letting him keep his face buried against her.

"Its her dad, Y/n..." She heard him mumble under his breath finally and she pulled away slightly to look at him while he kept a tight grip on the back of her dress to make sure she didn't stray too far. She gave him a look that told Elvis he needed to be more specific, "He found out that when Priscilla came for that first visit here, I lied about where she was. I told him we'd be staying in L.A. and I took her to Vegas with me for a few nights," He sniffled out, finally telling the truth as to why he proposed, "He told me that if I didn't make her my wife that he'd sue me for taking a minor over state lines,".

Y/n looked at him with wide eyes, she couldn't believe he had been blackmailed into marrying someone, "What're you gonna do, Elvis? You could go to prison..." Y/n said softly, realizing there was pretty much no way out of this.

"I'm gonna marry her," He sniffled, sitting up and wiping at his face again, "Ain't got much of a choice anyhow," Elvis looked so defeated. Y/n had never seen him in such a state, not since his mother died anyway, he squeezed her hand giving her a look of reassurance when he saw how her face contorted into pity, "It'll be alright. I love Priscilla," He shrugged, which was true. He did love Priscilla, she was just never the girl he saw himself marrying in the long run.

Leaning his head on her shoulder he brought her hand up to his lips and kissed the back of her hand tenderly, knowing there could be no more of their public affections after the wedding tomorrow, "I love ya, darlin',".

"I love you too, E.P.," Y/n sighed out, her heart breaking for her best friend.

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The wedding was small but beautiful. Priscilla was all dressed up in a fancy, expensive dress. Her hair and makeup all done up to practically match Elvis. That was one thing Y/n had disliked about the man, he had insisted on the people around him, embodying him.

Tears streamed down her face as she faked a smile as the couple said their 'I do's' to each other before leaning in to share a particularly passionate kiss that Y/n couldn't bring herself to watch.

Later in the evening, Priscilla had pulled Y/n off to the side, needing to tell her something important, "I'm pregnant," Priscilla told her, a nervous, unsure smile on her pink lips.

It was strange that two little words could completely destroy a person, but somehow they had and she just knew that when Elvis found out he'd be devastated.

"I haven't told Elvis," Priscilla said anxiously, chewing on the side of her thumb, "I think a baby right now would ruin us, Y/n," And Y/n couldn't help but agree. Elvis didn't even want to be married to the poor thing, but a baby? That would seal the deal, permanently.

"Y/n?" Priscilla called out, waving her hand in front of her friends face while she stared off into space, "Will you help me tell him?" The young girl asked nervously, grabbing onto one of Y/n's hands desperately, "Please? He adores you, it'll help soften the blow, I just know it,".

"I-I..." Y/n stuttered out, not know what to say, but as she looked into Priscillas pleading eyes so found herself having a hard time saying no to her, "Alright," She finally caved, not happy about having to help deliver the news of a baby to her best friend.

Relieve flooded over Priscilla's face as she hugged onto Y/n tightly, "Thank you," She whispered softly, placing a light kiss to the side of Y/n's before she made her way back inside to rejoin her wedding party.

"Sure thing," Y/n sighed out watching Priscilla move over to Elvis, their arms wrapping around each other with happy smiles on their faces.

This was going to be a long life.

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