#night-zaveri

[fruitpilled]

Ranboo cant touch water right? Because hes an endermen and that hurts him, so i propose that he drinks exclusively milk

no. incorrect. i cannot even fathom a timeline where this is true

[shadeofazmeinya]

"Breath, just breath" for Jermavin, plz

(sorry prompts are being answered slowly, im a bit busy and spending time back with Solar. But i hope you all enjoy some pure fluff and an au i just made up)

“I don’t think I can do this,” Gavin says, again, as he’s pacing back and forth in his chambers, again.

“You can do this,” Michael says, lips pulled back into an amused smirk as he lounges in one of the fine silk covered chairs set besides the fireplace. “You know exactly what to do. You’ve been trained and educated for this your whole life.”

“Besides,” Jeremy says between bites of bread, legs crossed as he sits across from Michael. “Not like you have much choice in the matter.”

Gavin pauses his walk just long enough to send a glare to Jeremy. It would be intimidating if they hadn’t grown up with him and knew exactly how rare his true anger is. Or knew that he only was feeling anxiety now.

“There’s just too bloody much,” Gavin huffs, moving to his window. Even though the view stretches across the peaceful, colorful courtyard, today it is tense and roaring. There’s people stuffed in every area they could get to. The whole kingdom is in town to strain and see what they can. He can hear the crowd from his bedroom in the tower, a cacophony of excitement and anticipation. It pulls a sigh as he rests against the windowsill.

“It’s not everyday someone is appointed as King,” Michael says, standing up and paying a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “But you’ll be fine. Breathe. You know how to handle this. You’re fucking smart when you want to be. You care about this kingdom. Just breathe.”

“And you’ll have your two favorite guards with you the whole time,” Jeremy adds in with a wide grin.

Gavin lets out a long breath before turning to look back at them, wrapping his hand over Michael’s. A small smile curls onto his face. “I know. I couldn’t ask for two greater people to have with me.”

“There are others who will probably help you with the whole leading thing better than we can,” Jeremy chuckles, pushing himself off the chair and moving over. “But we can guard your ass.”

“Or fuck it when you want us to,” Michael bursts into laughter before leaning in and stealing a kiss.

Gavin can’t help but chuckle as well, returning the kiss before turning to Jeremy and kissing him as well. “We can be together proper once I’m king,” he adds. “All three of us. It’ll be the first official thing I do as King. I need my loveliest boys by my side.”

“First, you need to get your ass dressed in all that fancy silk and jewels to actually become the king,” Michael teases, lightly ruffling his hair.

“Gods, that’s going to be miserable,” Gavin whines. “I’m going to be so sweaty in all that faff.”

“Gotta do it, Your Majesty,” Jeremy hums, grabbing some of the linen laid out across the bed.

“Not ‘Your Majesty’ yet,” Gavin says, but moves to start putting on the heavy dress. “Still need a few more hours and a ceremony.”

“But soon,” Michael hums, moving to help. “You’re going to be a fucking gorgeous new King that everyone already adores.”

“You’re just saying that to get free kisses,” Gavin chuckles, pulling Michael to give him just that.

“Maybe,” he smirks as Jeremy starts clasping jewels and belts in place. “But it’s also fucking true. The people already love you. And we already love you. That’s not going to change.”

Gavin smiles softly, reaching to cup Michael’s cheek, brush his curls back. “And I love you, too. Both of you.”

There’s a knock at the door, an advisor reminding them of the time of the ceremony. Gavin sighs, helping to get the rest of his dress together. He looks every bit as regal as his blood is when he’s done and standing tall, head raised. Green silks perfectly frame his figure, a darker green cloak flowing down like a river around one shoulder, clasped with a shining emerald sigil of the kingdom. Resting in his messy hair, a silver circlet with a diamond, signal of the royal prince. Soon to be replaced with the magnificent and heavy crown of a king of Achieveland. Michael and Jeremy both stand back a moment, just staring at their boy. Hard to imagine he’s the same kid they all were once, causing mayhem amongst the court and stealing candy from the kitchens.

“You’re going to do amazing,” Jeremy says, reaching to press a kiss to his cheek.

Gavin hums and nods, taking one more deep breath. With both boys at his side, he presses forward to the door. Onto his destiny.

[ragehappy-archive]

Raychael, please?

this is my comic/2012 era raychael fanfic titled... “full homo”

[dool-ray-me]

Hybrid au; who do your u think would be what (can be mythical creatures as well)

oooh if mystical creatures included Jeremy has to be a dragon! I know a lot of people make him a chinchilla in the hybrid and i love it? but im not sure why everyone decided on that it just sort of happened XD Fake ah  Ray is usually a rabbit for me! but cat also works really well for him (hes a cat faunus in my rwby au i never finished planning lol) And I always see Fake AH Ryan as a Wolf! 

[thistlecore]

Thistle why do you not trust me ? :(( /lh

night. bro.  the more you say something the more suspicious it becomes. also both you and bugs are being vague and ominous and bugs being vague and ominous isn’t a good sign so the logic stands that you being vague and ominous isn’t a good sign either. 

[thistlecore]

33 and 39 pls

33: Do you have trust issues?

uh. depends? i dont trust anyone for like. a month and if they’re not :weirdchamp: after that i trust them 

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? hasn’t happened yet n most likely wont for a while :pensive:

[thistlecore]

Im sorry im so sorry I dont mean to be mean but fucking Kiwis??? You eat kiwis with the skin???? What the fuck is the appeal I-????? The nasty stringy skin? Fuckin KIWIS???????

kiwi skins arent stringy???  they’re just tasty dude. also eating them like apples is the most efficient way. i cant defend this more than idk man its good

[shadeofazmeinya]

In the moonlight. Relief. Maybe some Mavinwood, please?

(kinda short and half-edited. but i hope it still reads well!)

“You’re such a fucking idiot!”

It’s the first words that he hears and the first sign it was going to be ok as the world comes back into focus around him. Pain floods his head and his back; he’s guessing he got slammed to the ground during the explosion, air slowly filling back into his lungs. He coughs, the dust that was still falling coating him, the vibrations still shaking him.

His eyes slowly blink open, glancing around at the blurred world full of darkness and distance flashing lights. The moon hangs above, a melting white that bleeds from the sky as the lights and sounds start drowning it out. But most importantly id the familiar, heavenly, furious face above him, coated in dirt and dust and blood. “Mich-?” he starts to form words between coughs.

Lips press to his cut him off, tasting like gunpowder, destruction, fire but also love and safety and warmth.

“Shut the fuck up,” the boy above him says, anger seen but worry, fear, heard. “We need to get out of here. I can’t fucking believe you did that, Ryan. You’re lucky to be fucking alive right now, and if you weren’t I was going to fucking double kill you. You can’t just do that-“

“Michael! Ryan!” another blessedly familiar voice calls out, footsteps crunched with concrete and construction coming closer.

“Over here, Gav! Ryan’s alive! We need to move!” Michael shouts as he starts carefully helping Ryan up. Ryan gasps, blinding white pain filling his vision, but he pushes past it. He has to push past it, head now flooding with distant sirens that shriek possible demise.

Gavin rushes over and Ryan can feel another set of hands pushing him up, throwing his arms over shoulders. “Bloody hell,” Gavin’s relieved mutter sounds as Ryan grunts and starts shuffling his feet in some semblance of walking. “How did you survive that? Nearly took out the whole building on top of you, Ryan. Scared the shit out of us.”

“Knew what-,” he takes another gasping breath as they shift and his chest screams but he doesn’t stop moving forward, “-I was doing.”

“Certainly didn’t fucking look like it to me,” Michael grumbles. “C’mon.”

It feels like forever, hobbling along, Ryan trying to just focus on breathing. But they get over to a car, Ryan collapsing inside, as Michael is quick to turn the ignition and throw down the gas petal. Gavin climbs in next to Ryan, checking him over now that they have cover. He’s talking as he does so, repeating that Ryan is found, he’s alive, into his coms. Ryan groans as the car starts bumping down the road, sprawling back against the leather seats.

“That was awful,” Gavin sighs to Ryan as he’s done, looking him over again, making note of injuries. He traces along his face, cupping his cheek. “Why would you do that?”

“Had to keep you two safe,” Ryan murmurs back, leaning into his touch.

“We were fine,” Gavin huffs, despite them both knowing they weren’t. The cops had them pinned, forced to take cover and dodge bullets in the shoot out. The grenades Ryan had pulled dealt with that, getting rid of all the cops that had them in danger. Even if it had put Ryan far too close to the blast.

“Fine now,” Ryan mumbles, carefully reaching to take Gavin’s hand, entangling their fingers together.

“I suppose,” Gavin says, but his face softens, tightening his hold of Ryan’s hand. “But at least bloody warn us next time. I thought… We both thought…” his breath catches.

“I’m ok,” Ryan assures again, bringing up Gavin’s hand to his lips to press a kiss to the back of it. “We’re ok.”

Gavin gives a small laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, we are. Glad you’re ok, Ryan.” Gavin leans down, pressing a kiss against his lips.

Tasting the sweetness of his golden boy, Ryan knows it is all going to be ok. And as Gavin pulls away, he’s smiling warmly, relaxing. “I love you,” Ryan murmurs, holding tight to Gavin’s hand.

And Gavin can’t help but smile back, brushing his hair out of his face. “And we both love you too.”