#sully sibilings

[aurora-starwars]

Hi!! Can I request a scenario of Jake Sully and Reader bonding with their kids and telling them a story of how they fell in love. Also maybe a bit of Reader bonding with Lo’ak who’s a mama’s boy?

Family Is One Of Nature's Masterpieces

Pairing: Jake Sully x fem!reader

Summary: To get their energetic kids to bed, Reader and Jake tell them the story of how they fell in love

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: language

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting! I really liked this idea!!!! Please enjoy! <333

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The kids were hard to put to bed at this age. Always wanting to run around and play. It was a wonder that [Name] and Jake got anything done.

Lo’ak seemed to lead the chaos most of the time, Tuk encouraging his behaviour. This more often then not lead to Lo’ak doing or saying something dumb, usually causing him trouble from his parents. While Lo’ak always seemed to lead the shenanigans, Kiri was easily convinced to join although she pretends she wants nothing to do with them. And despite her ‘indifference’, she always seems to have the most fun. While Neteyam joins them every now and again, it’s more often that the three attempt at playing a prank on him.

Although that never seemed to work.

Once they tried replacing his drink with juice from a plant that was so smelly, that plants around it struggled to grow. But when Neteyam went to take a sip, he was pulled away for more training. Or when they tried to dye his loin cloth, the plant they used turned out to have no pigment when it dried.

These were small things that Jake and [Name] observed about their children. Small things that meant the world to them. Small moments like the one now while they run around the canopy in their Home tree. Although, the chaos can become loud and much too energetic for bed time.

Jake smiled at the kids running around playing a strange game of tag while he held [Name] snug in his arms. Looking down quickly, he found [Name] smiling at the kids as well. Jake could feel the vibrations of her laugh from under him as she reacted to something smart-ass Kiri said. The two could only feel a sense of pride as they watched their children. Jake laughed at Tuk sticking her tongue out at Lo’ak before she started to yawn.

“Alright! Time for bed!” Jake called, having apparently decided to call for bed time at the peak of their fun.

[Name] cringed to her self about the timing, the kids were not going to like this.

Sure enough, loud whining started from the kids. Well, mostly just Tuk and Lo’ak.

“It is not bed time yet! It’s barely even eclipse!” Tuk complained, pointing at where she thought the sun would be before slouching dramatically.

“Yeah! I was just about to beat Tuk! Again…” Lo’ak remarked, mumbling the last part with a grin.

“Come you two, your father is right,” [Name] started with an amused smile.

“As he usually is.” Jake added quietly, only to receive a small elbow in his stomach.

“We should all head to bed if we want to get a good night’s rest. We want to be ready to run faster for tomorrow, right Tuk?” [Name] smiled, watching as her youngest resist a smile at the chance of beating Lo’ak.

“Yeah… But I don’t wanna go to bed!” Tuk complained once again.

“Why don’t we tell you a story?” Jake suggested.

The kids were slowly closing in around them, finding interest in this idea. Tuk jumped right into [Name]’s arms, looking up expectantly at her parents. Neteyam and Lo’ak sat on either side of [Name] and Jake, facing the person promising a story. It wasn’t often that their parents would tell stories like this before bed.

Sure they had told stories of past and passed on information using this medium but a voluntary story before bed? Their parents saved the best stories for this time.

“Could you tell the story of how you fell in love?” Kiri asked softly, hoping that just they would hear as she moved to sit in front of her parents.

“How we fell in love?” Jake smirked, looking at [Name].

“Yeah we can do that.” [Name] looked at Jake, smirking back.

“Ewww. A love story. Of course you would pick that Kiri.” Lo’ak complained, rolling his eyes at Kiri.

“You are going to die sad and alone, Lo’ak.” Kiri stated, smacking his arm.

To which Lo’ak only pouted at, causing Neteyam to laugh.

“I think it is sweet, she can get ideas for her and Spider.” Neteyam teased, drawing out the ‘r’ in spider. Clearly having no such feelings as he laughed.

“You’re going to die alone too!” Kiri remarked, glaring at Neteyam which he only laughed harder at.

“Oh put it a rest you three.” [Name] rolled her eyes, finding not only Tuk laughing, but feeling Jake laugh from behind her as well.

When [Name] heard as close to silence as she was going to get, she began the story.

“Well, it started when your father wandered in this forest with his small crew of scientists.” [Name] began, watching as all of their faces morphed to those of great intrigue.

“After he was separated from the group, he was struggling to survive on his own.” [Name] spoke confidently.

“I wouldn’t say I was struggling.” Jake argued.

“You were struggling.” [Name] repeated with the same confidence.

Jake huffed as was met with the giggling of his children.

“When he was attacked by a pack of viperwolves.” [Name] said dramatically, all of the kids around her gasping.

“As he was struggling to fend them off-”

“What is with all of the ‘me struggling’?�� Jake asked, cutting her off again.

“Well if you weren’t struggling then you wouldn’t have needed me to help.” [Name] smirked, knowing she won.

Jake only huffed again and rolled his eyes playfully.

“As he was struggling to fend them off, I jumped down and saved him, scaring all of the viperwolves off.” [Name] explained, a proud tone in her voice that Jake couldn’t help but smile at.

“As I went around accessing the damage he had caused, he dared to thank me.” [Name] shook her head.

Jake rolled his eyes, thinking about how it had been years and she still was not at peace with it. But then he saw he children, shaking their heads in agreement, to which he smiled, shake his head with disbelief at how similar they were to [Name]. Jake thought it was about time to take the story into his own hands.

“Then your mom looked at me, and it was love at first sight.” Jake smiled as he looked at [Name].

“She fell hopelessly in love with me.” Jake smirked, look around at his children who were equally entranced at his telling of the story.

“The only hopeless one here would have been you if I hadn’t helped you.” [Name] stated in a monotone voice, receiving another laugh from her kids.

“Regardless, from that day on, she couldn’t get enough of me.” Jake boasted with a smug smile.

“I then yelled at him for being a bumbling baby and how he should go back to his lab rats.” [Name] smiled with victorious glint in her eye.

“I was not bumbling!” Jake argued again, causing another wave of giggles.

“I don’t know, dad. Kinda sounded like you were a hopeless bumbling baby.” Lo’ak remarked, putting his hands in the air and looking away acting as if he were innocent.

“Nice one Lo’ak.” [Name] smiled, offering a fist to fist bump, which only mean Lo’ak beam with pride.

“Then he followed me to the root of the Hometree. Where I almost got rid of him. But then, like a miracle, the seeds of the tree fell on him, covering him completely.”

Several simultaneous ‘woah’s sounded from the kids.

“It’s actually funny, because if it weren’t for Eywa’s message, I would have shot him while he was prancing around with the viperwolves." [Name] giggled, clearly find that fact hilarious.

Jake did not so much.

“It wasn’t that funny.” Jake pouted, before continuing.

“She then was obviously obligated to bring me in front of the Olo'eyktan, seeing as I was the chosen one.”

“Chosen not to die…” Kiri remarked, [Name] smiled at her.

“Okay, why have we became a Jake Sully hate club today?” Jake asked rolling his eyes at the laughs he received from all of his family.

“Just continue the story, yawne.” beloved

“When we got their they told me that [Name] would teach me to be one of The People.” Jake boasted.

“After he told them he was an empty cup.” [Name] whispered to Tuk, but her voice was loud enough that everyone heard, resulting in another wave of laughter.

“Alright you four, now it’s really time for bed.” Jake stated, fed up with all of this slander.

[Name] kissed his cheek softly, causing Jakes face to move from a pout to a smile as complaints sound from the kids.

“He is right, it is now time for bed.”

[Name] smiled as they all got situated for sleep, when Lo’ak sat next to her, a timid look on his face.

“What’s wrong Lo’ak?” [Name] asked softly, concern written all over her face.

“Do you think I will ever find love?” Lo’ak asked quietly, no doubt trying to hide the question from his siblings.

“Of course you will, Lo’ak! You are a wonderful young man who is going to grow to be a wonderful man with a mate that Eywa has sent, just for you.” [Name] smiled at the boy.

“I have no doubt in my mind that you will meet someone who loves every bit of your wonderful self.” [Name] gazed softly at him.

Many saw much of Jake in Lo’ak but [Name] saw so much of herself in him as well. Lo’ak smiled back before hugging her tightly.

“Thanks mom.” Lo’ak smiled more confidently now, before yawning.

“You get to bed, little man.” [Name] laughed as Lo’ak made his was to where he was sleeping.

Jake walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around his mate.

“We did well with them.” Jake smiled, resting his chin on [Name]’s shoulder for a moment before kissing her neck quickly.

“We did.” [Name] smiled, leaning back to enjoy his arms around her.

“We really did.”

A/n: Thank you so much for reading! Please read the request guideline before requesting! It makes it easier for me! Thank you! <3333

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ᎷᎧᎧᏁᏝᎥᎶᏂᏖ ᏕᏬᏁᏒᎥᏕᏋ { Part I }

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Neteyam x Metkayina!reader!female

this is my first time writing on here so i dont know what to do

i didnt know how to end it sooooo it is what it is, english isnt my first language and i dont know how to spell evn if my life depened on it so yeah

warings - nothing just a bunch of time skips

summary - you and neteyam are to different people that meet each other both trying to see if you will fit in each others puzzle

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ᵀʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘⁿ, ˢᵒ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ ʸᵉᵗ ˢᵒ ᵃˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉ ᵉᵃᶜʰ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ

i rose from the water with my younger sister Tsireya, nets in my hand from helping the fishermen with their tasks, i was surprised seeing my people crowded around a family, this was a first..never in Awa'atlu has something excitng happen. Quickly dropping my nets i run to catch up with Tsireya, pushing past people I finally made it to the middle of the circle, I was in awe seeing different colered na'vi woth different colored eyes, my eyes land on one a certian na'vi he stared back, and i quickly turn my head away touching my cheeks to feel my buring face - " My daughters Y/N and Tsireya and my son Ao'nung will teach your children the way of the water and how to adapt" i feel happy like i just a oppurtunity for something special, i don't know what for but its just somthing good that i feel

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Me and Tsireya followed them to thier Ikrans at least thats what the little girl who was holding my hand told me, she was very open-minded trusting you as soon you walk toward her, she called me her bestfriend since i had " Very pretty shells in my hair" , i grabbed a one of thier baskets and led them to thier new Mauri pod where they would be living

I dropped the basket on the floor " My name is Y/n and these are my sibiling Tsireya and Ao'nung please feel at home here " i heard my name being called frrom that boy again and i turn to his direction he was looking at me and quickly look down i toched my face again " Y/n ,Y/n when can you come over and play" I crouched down to face the little girl and patted her head " when ever i have time and dont worry i'll bring you sea shells.

" thank you for helping us "

" No problem " said Tsireya, the three of us walked out the Marui pod of the new comers, the silence was loud, " i dont like them, how are they supposed to do anything we are -" " Ao'nung ! father told us to teach them thats what we will do so do not complain " i said

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The next day me and Ao'nung were in charge of teahing the sully children. Tsireya had started her lessons with mother today so she couldnt join us, we meet up with the sullys Ao'nung was the first to jump in the water son with me following after and the rest of the sullys, Me and Ao'nung swimming fastly the rest were nothing close to us we slowed down waiting for them to catch up with but they quickly swimmed up

" Wait for us you guys are to fast for us " Tuk said

" well maybe if you-" i slapped Ao'nungs head before he said something else

" Its okay you guys just don't know how to breathe underwater we will teach though "

" and you finger talk we don't know how to speak it or what you mean "

That was the firs time he had talked to me even though it was really directed towards me and Ao'nung, i turn my head to the side and touch my cheek a bad habit that i need to get rid of,

" That we will also teach you do not worry"

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It was dark outside i was on my way back home when i saw Neteyam outside his Marui pod even though he didnt do anything i still lifted my hand to touch my cheek i was nervous,i havent really talked to him one on one but sometimes i do cathc him starting, i walked towards his direction it was like my legs had thier own mind.

" Hello ".....

Neteyam looked up to see me stading next to his figure

" can i sit down ? " ' yes "

" what is wrong, why are you out here "

" I cant sleep, you? "

" my mother told me to give medicine to one of her patinets , im sorry that you can't sleep "

" its okay, its nothing really i just miss home "

" Ahh it must hurt you know being really far from home "

" Yeah but like i said its nothing "

I felt useless, like i could do better, he was staring at the moon , i looked to see his side profile, again i tuched my cheek the burning was real i could feel it growing, but i had to put that aside

" you know tommorow we have a free day and i dont have tsahik training so maybe we could go to the three brothers rock, i mean if you want to" I said while also looking up at the moon "

" Okay "

" I will go with you "

I smiled, i felt proud of myself for cheering him up i stood up and he stood up to

" well its been nice talking to you, in the moring i'll come to pick you up, i must go back know before my family worries about my location"

" ok i guess i will see again, Y/N right? "

he took out his hand and streched it i looked at it confused whatwas i supposed to do

" it called a hand shake "

he grabbed my arm and positioned it to look excatly like his arm and held my hand and shoke it, i felt my cheeks heat up again hopeing he wouldnt notice my face turing a darker tinit of blue.

i bid my goodbye and turned around, speed walking back to my shared Mauri pod touching my face while doing so i wondered if he ever noticed my bad habit. As soon as i came back i faced a worried sister and a mad brother

" where were you Y/N ! "

should i tell them that i was with neteyam

" i was with another person "

"who was "?

" why do you care so much Ao'nung "

" because im supposed to look after you your lucky mother or father went to sleep early or you would have been dead "

" well maybe you should focus on your self "

i went to my side of the pod and lay down faceing the celing of the marui pod smiling to my self i couldnt wait for tommorow

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Neteyam POV

the way she talks, its fast but she drags her words slowly, i like the she talks its different, like her she's different, does she ever notice that i stare at her, i dont know if i like her or not its somthing i still need to figure out but i don't know how, i also dont know why i said yes what is i sounded to desprete for attention

i went back inside the mauri pod, and was surpried that mother was awake

" she seems nice "

" who?"

" you know, Y/n "

" im glad your making friends here you need to stop isolating yourself "

" ok "

" you two look nice together "

" goodnight mom "

if Y/N heard that would she think we would look good together

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Y/n pov

I woke up and got my self ready for the day, i had to quickly go to the market and buy a few herbs for my mother and then go to neteyams marui pod and then we would go to the 3 brothers rock

it look longer than i expected because msixtal is old she often has a hard time doing certian things i wonder why she still has to wath over this shop whne she has kids who could do it for her

" Ms.Ixtal are you sure you dont need help "

" its okay "

finally she gave me the herbs and i ran to the tshaiks tent and gave the herbs to my mother i bid my goodbyes and walked oout the tent, i was stopped again Ao'nung has gotten into a fight with lo'ak

i ran to kiri who was laugghing her eyes out i was flinching feeling second hand emberasment as Ao'nung and his stupid friends were losing soon neteyam had jumped in i could watch any longer so i grabbed lo'aks and Ao'nungs ear and pulled them up

" you two are so childish yu are two old to be doing all this, look at the marks on your fac, and Ao'nung you know that you can't fight so why would you get your self in one, too the Tshaik tent know "

i watched as the both of them pushed each other to the tents i shaked my head and told ao'nungs friends to follow after, i looked down to Neteyam who sitting on the floor i helped him up

" i think we have to cancle the three brothes today , come let go get you fixed up "

i lead him to an extra tent seeing that my mothers was fulled up with stupid boys who cant kepp themselves together

sitting down i patted the ground for him to sit he sat facing me i tried hard not to feel my face, i patched him up in silence toching my face when my hand was ocasionally free, soon he was good to go

" why do you always touch your face like that"

" oh no reason its just a bad habit, you dont need to worry."

" is there something wrong "

" its nothing please dont worry"

i got up before it got more awkward i told him that if he needed more patches he could go my mothers tent for some more i bid my goodbyes and was about to walk out the tent

" maybe next time we could, you know go to the 3 brothers if its okay with you "

i nodded my head and walked out the house touching my face once again maybe he does notice me

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[saviolum-sanguineus]

“ why are you looking at me like that? ” e-squared? but like with a captain crunch esme

with pleasure, nonnie! i changed up the wording of the prompt a bit, but this sure is some crunchy esme and some dense enoch. together, they're a delicious pudding.

tw: slightly suggestive? emotional repression. poor moral decisions. girlbossery.

War is unkind to them all—to some in different ways than others. The military order for her morale tour severs many of the strings of influence that Esme had kept tightly wound in her grasp, and Enoch’s noticeably cool non-responses to the few papers that manage to extricate a statement from him snap a good handful more.

She bears it in the best way she knows how, but Esme’s tolerance has never been her greatest virtue. It’s late evening, one of the few remaining to her in Pheles before an impending departure for new shores of humiliation to endure, and Enoch is in his study, poring over papers lashed with scrawls of deep, blood-blue ink, when Esme enters, nerves frayed enough to remind her of how they’d first met without including the fear she’s felt since the Seraphine murder trial.

“Esme.” It’s more fatigued than purposefully cold, a decent enough greeting for a man tasked with managing the arming and provision of the empire’s many military outposts amid the flurry of activity caused by official mobilization—but Esme’s empathy, already shrivelled, is curtailed further by the fact that Enoch’s eyes land first on her hair, not her face, and that the small smile that spreads over his features comes only after noting how she’s come bearing his colours, deep blue silk making her as much a Ward possession as the similarly shimmering pen he sets aside to look at her. “You look beautiful. Why are you up so late? It’s unhealthy, you should take better care of yourself.”

Esme’s restraint shivers, setting the chains of her careful calculation jangling—and the one at her hand as well, a delicate harbinger of rage built up over weeks. “I’ve been packing.”

Her eyes narrow slightly as Enoch looks down to avoid responding to the implication of her answer and Esme continues, voice sharpening against the brilliant white whetstone of aching teeth, “Blythe and I had a conversation earlier—unfortunate, that she never took me up on that offer to show her backstage during the performance season. I wish I could have given her a little tour. She made a few remarks on the profession that the insight would have helped better inform her on.”

Enoch sighs, the sound rough with impatient frustration. “Esme, not now—”

“Why are you speaking to me like this?”

Esme’s voice is all blade now, no silk to shield its edge from carving through the air as she stalks forward to plant her hands on Enoch’s desk and stare at him—it infuriates her that he’s tall enough, even sitting, that she’s just at eye-level, and it certainly shows.

“I asked you a question, Enoch. I already know the answer—I want to hear you say it.” Her eyes are searing, every word low and sparkling with the sibilant perfection of an accent that falls upon the syllables like a perfectly honed sword. “Tell me that you’re ashamed of being so publicly sullied. Tell me that you agree with your daughter, that she serves our glorious empire in superior ways and that you’d never let her do such unspeakable things like me. Tell me that you would rather cast me aside to debasement you have every ability to preclude than raise a finger that Nicholas would take offense to in his fragile state.”

Esme’s fingers are clenched over the gleaming rosewood of Enoch’s desk, voice sliding tight and hard through her teeth, but the room is devoid of her magic, ginger and gold kept restrained under her skin—a pointed sign of self-control perhaps lost on Enoch, whose silence is slipping into a hollow, vaguely reddening expression as Esme continues. His features cling to thin-lipped disapproval like barnacles to sea-shorn rock, though the tide, it seems, is turning.

“Tell me what we both know you are, darling.” Her fingers catch Enoch’s jaw, crimson-lacquered nails glossy against his pale skin, and tilt his head up, forcing a slanted line of sight as Esme leans over his desk, the conflagration in her eyes flaring ever higher.

His grip closes around her wrist—not tight enough to grind the tiny bones there against each other, but Enoch moving at all is enough for Esme to raise an eyebrow.

“I never said you could touch.”

She doesn’t entirely expect him to release her. Maybe he doesn’t either—but Enoch’s hand loosens and slips back down to his lap. The gems running along the back of Esme’s hand glitter as she tips Enoch’s head a little further, voice lowering into a purr cold enough to disguise the disdain at its core.

“Look at you. A pathetic, sorry man who hides behind a creed about as sturdy as melted ice because it’s the only conviction that will never realise how miserably clueless you are and demand better of you. You don’t have to hide that from me—you can’t.”

Her nails press in slightly harder, drawing red beneath the skin but not breaking it, before Esme releases Enoch, rather suddenly, and takes a step back. Something like a scoff twists over her face, unpainted lips glistening around a silent breath.

“You want someone to tell you what to do, don’t you? It would have been easy to have me reassigned or at least kept closer to court. But I didn’t ask. Because I loved you and I believed you when you told me you’d keep me safe. I should have known you needed direction.”

Esme doesn’t move. Every line of her body is taut, commanding in the way of a drawn-back crossbow as she breathes, eyes fixed on Enoch’s, “So I’m not asking now. I am telling you to finish that page and come to bed. You will hold me and you will listen, and we will sleep. Do you understand that, Enoch?”

Freedom from his silk is fleeting, a bare heartbeat before Esme lies down in Ward blue and arms. Enoch's bed is comfortable; Esme hates herself and him a little bit for how much the warmth of him pressed along her body quiets the storm in her stomach.

The absent tenderness of Enoch’s embrace cuts like a knife. His kiss does worse.

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Ayoo let's get some headcanons for good-ol jeff the killer 🙃

Hehehe. My fav Joker boi.

Okay here we go Darling.

Jeff the Killer

•I see him standing around 5’9-5’11 feet tall

•He doesn’t always seem like a show off, he needs validation because the only other people he thought loved him, lied to him.

•When he sees Liu, he freezes, he’s worried he will anger sully and cause a fight.

•His eyes were blue but lightened in color.

• baby is severely depressed, but hides it very well.

•his main targets are bullies and abusers

•If he is in a relationship, he’s not all bad. He grew up with loving parents so he knows what Love looks like and yeah he may kill people but that because some people deserve it.

•He often works with other Pastas, Toby more than others because they both were very similar. Bullied, set on fire, killed family, had a sibiling that cared for them.

•I do believe Jeff is Schizophrenic and it’s those voices that make him kill. He developed it after moving as a way to cope with everything and those calming voices turned malicious after Randy attacked him.

•He has stitched his smile before but often reopens it because he feels guilty, especially when he sees Liu.

•Jeff had light brown hair and was taller than his brother when they were kids, now his hair is black and the boi is shorter than his younger brother.

•Jeff is the oldest of the woods brothers.

There you are darling I hope this is satisfactory for you ☺️

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So I wrote a poem a while back and its,,,, good? I like it a lot. It sounds better spoken aloud so if people like I will read it out and post it here

Sing a song of syllables,

Slickly sling your silly sibilance

So slavishly I celebrate your skill!

Servile sycophant you say?

I scoff at your scandalous slur

Slavish and servile perhaps,

Yet sycophants are not so savvy to their subject’s sins

You sully your work with shabby shapes

And you can hardly keep a theme

So sing your song of syllables,

Since it keeps you from your dreams.

[sullinyourarea]

my accidental happily, the way you smile and how you comfort me, i need you here always

@babyunhokang​

“Mas eu achei que os bebês viessem das mesentinhas...” Murmurou, ou achou que havia pois sua voz saiu mais alta que o normal e seu comentário ocasionou em algumas risadas. Yeun, ainda sem entender, manteve a expressão séria enquanto encarava os bebês que estavam ali para a aula daquele dia. A loira não compreendeu exatamente o porquê de haver uma aula relacionada aquilo mas aceitou de bom grado quando uma das auxiliares se aproximou de si, lhe entregando um dos bebês - ela havia achado uma graça os pequenos. Os braços de Sulli estenderam-se automaticamente para tomar a garotinha no colo, todavia, uma figura apareceu em sua frente e a impediu. - É melhor não. Não queremos que os novos herdeiros corram o risco de serem envenenados. - Sibilou Eunji em sua direção, dando um empurrão na loira para pegar a bebê ao invés de Sulli, cujo apenas observou a cena e petrificou, sem saber como reagir. 

[emerald-hierophant]

Flower delivery! A dozen red roses for a... Mister Kakyoin? Here you are, sir!

“Delivery? Ah…I can’t think of anyone I know who’d send me f…”

And then his eyes lighted on the vase in the hands outstretched towards him.

For one brief, terrible moment, his hand faltered, fingers trying to instinctively curl back in on his palm, like the mere thought of the bouquet being presented to him was causing his body to recoil outside of his own control. His shoulders tensed. His entire back set itself rigid. His cheeks went noticeably red.

Roses. Roses. None of them would have sent him roses. They knew better. Knew what he’d seen - what he’d been subjected to. Knew what the memories did to him. Knew how, right now, it felt like his blood was draining from his body and his heart was trying to pump concrete and his stomach was being torn out all over again and plastered against the wall of the entry hallway behind him. A thick, forced swallow rolled down his throat as he bit back a wave of nausea, trying his damndest to keep his expression blank as he reached both hands - to make sure he kept the tremble out of his grip - back out to accept the vase.

“Thank you.” His voice was slow, quiet, impeccably metered. The smile on his lips was painfully bittersweet. “I know just the place for these.”

The door swung silently closed, and Kakyoin took a moment to steady himself, his head bowed and his eyes half-lidded. The raspberry-floral tang of the petals beneath his nose dug into his mind and clawed at his thoughts, and a low hiss of breath left him, slowly melting into a growl of unresolved frustration. It reeked of the backalleys of Cairo, of the incense burning in that wretched manor, of the perfume dappling the necks of every limp body collapsed to the floor around the chair he always slouched into like it was his gods-damned throne –

He didn’t realize that the grating echo in the air was one of his teeth grinding together, not of the flesh bud tearing into his skull and burrowing itself deep into his brain. He didn’t realize that the pounding in his ears wasn’t his heartbeat, frantic and terrified; it was his feet against the floor of his apartment, heels slamming into the baseboards with flagrant disregard for anyone else who heard it. The sliding door to his balcony rasped open after one unrestrained jerk of his elbow against its handle - water sloshed from around flower stems onto his forearms, but he had no presence of mind to care - and he burst outside into the evening humidity with his chest heaving in shallow, panicked breaths.

There was a crash of glass on pavement, dozens of feet below.

Then, there was a thump as his knees impacted the ground, his hands curled around the balcony railing for some failed modicum of support. Hierophant was slithering his way about the redhead’s stomach in a thick, glowing coil before Kakyoin had even stopped moving, the Stand half-unravelled but formed enough to wrap his arms around his user’s shoulders, to press their foreheads together and murmur, in his usual silent sibilance, what reassurance he could.

It was over. Cairo was over. He wouldn’t be sullied again. He’d sworn it.