Hear me out. But Trevor as a God of Fate. Not really of twisting fate, no thats a force out of any Gods full control. But of knowing, seeing, reading the twists and turns. The winding paths and where they cross and where they end. He could sit for eons, reading the tapestries, reading the scrolls that carry Fate in his domain. A powerful god in being able to, he could worn others. Could share the knowledge of where there’s a fork in the road and a potential to make a different choice. But he rarely does, not something he feels like messing with. There’s never a definitive Right and Wrong path. It always ends different than they expect. And the mortals grow grumpy when he can’t give what they want.
He can see the Fates of the Gods as well, though its harder to read and quite frankly gives him a headache. Though there are certainly some fascinating tales in there. And for as much as mortals worm their way to him to ask about their lives and try to change them, the Gods annoy him far more frequently and are often far more annoying to deal with.
The other Gods have taken to calling him the Boss instead of the name. Which Trevor supposes is somewhat flattering if confusing in the way the God of Solar had explained to him once. “Fate is like everyone’s Boss,” the Solar God, Gavin, said between asking him if his favorite other diety returned his affections like Trevor was a mind reader instead of a record keeper. “No one can escape Fate and it determines all that we do, right? And you’re the God of Fate. So you’re our Boss.”
“Does this at least mean that maybe you’ll listen to anything I say?”
“Oh no,” Gavin laughs, the sun warmer as he does so, the breeze caressing. “Not even Fate can make us listen to anyone. We’re still /Gods/. And stubborn.”
Trevor had to give him that one. They are stubborn. But always interesting company. And if Trevor sometimes sees Fate taking an interesting turn or maybe just needs a little nudge to see something hilarious happen, well. Trevor can take the time to join in some fun with them.
As much as I love Dark God Ryan and Solar Queen Gavin, in light of recent events how about Dragon Knight Michael and Solar Queen Gavin had just started their married life together when Dark God Ryan steals Michael’s dragons and grabs Gavin too when he tries to defend them and Michael has to go on a journey to rescue his dragons and his husband. Meanwhile Ryan starts to fall for his new captive Gavin.
Who shot gavin in the solar queen pic? (Love your art btw) ❤️
ahhh thank you! <3
and, to explain that, we have to get hellenistic
to the greeks, the world began with nothing. Nothing but a gaping maw, an endless chasm with nothing on either side. This chasm was Chaos, the first thing to exist, and from it came Erebus, Nyx, Gaia, Tartarus, Dies, and Ether, the exact order, and even the gods themselves are debated but thats the gist
and that’s where it diverges
in the beginning, there was only a tree and 6 deathless gods. but before the beginning, there was Nothing. A veritable blackhole, content with destroying any hint of a ‘something’ that might pop up. Nothing, and Destruction, hand in hand. Not quite twins, not lovers, not family, hardly gods themselves, just….keepers of the balance. and then Something decided that there Should Be, and the tree appeared, and the Gods with it, the Solar Queen, the Bloodied One, The Firebird, The Dark God, the Wanderer, the Allknowing, and the Allfather, the Husbandrist. Nothing, and Destruction were shoved aside, to be replaced with all this thriving, vibrant life.
This, of course, couldn’t last forever. No god in history has ever let a slight go. Or let their doman be usurped without a fight, For many centuries they bided their time, eager to return the world to its former state, and little by little they scratched away at the God’s defenses. Blood magic lost its potency, the Dark God spirited himself away to the Nether, and often did not return for days, missing even the bringing in of the Nighttime, The Allknowing’s craft’s shattered in his sturdy forge, the animals the Hubandrist kept began to die, and the Wanderer fell into catastrophically destructive fits of hysteria.
the Solar Queen was the last to experience the ‘minor’ discomforts, mysterious illnesses so severe there went many days with sunset at 2 AM, and many more where the day-brining duties fell to his attendants, but as quickly as they’d come, they passed.
until, of course, the day came that an agent of Destruction took their bow up and the arrow was knocked, drawn, and loosed at the Sun and the Queen both
Oh fuck oh fuck Sky Factory AU aka the au where Jeremy is doing blood magic, Michael has a potato mask taped onto his face as he summons Gaia, Simple Farmer Geoff™, Ryan is building a nuclear reactor in the basement and Gavin’s competing with solar panels on the roof. And Jack, who’s got like six dragons and forty withers in his back pocket, is the scariest of them all (for once). The sheer shenanigans!!!!!
...can I admit that I’ve never actually watched Sky Factory and honestly what the entire fuck
title: infinity times infinity
pairing: freewood, jerevin, jerevinwood
au: skyfactory
summary:
The darkness was painful, some had said, and without a torch to guide you and to warm you, then you would surely be torn apart by it. Some thought it was victory‒ the god of Night had won in his battle, and in celebration was wiping out the weak. Others, like Jeremy, thought it was sadness, or anger. The night god had lost his love, and the people had lost their light.
The sun was gone. The Solar one had been taken.
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chapter 1: the dusk
No one could tell how long it had been. Villages were shut completely down, candles burning at their wicks, lights flickering in frosted windows, darkness knocking at the cracks. Few brave souls would venture out into what the cities had begun to call eternal midnight‒ the darkness was painful, some had said, and without a torch to guide you and to warm you, then you would surely be torn apart by it. Some thought it was victory‒ the god of Night had won in his battle, and in celebration was wiping out the weak. Others, like Jeremy, thought it was sadness, or anger. The night god had lost his love, and the people had lost their light.
The sun was gone. The Solar one had been taken.
Jeremy was a dark mage first and a nature mage second, but either way he knew that the Solar god was essential to their world, and another part of him knew that the Night had not wanted it at all. Jeremy was a traveler by trade, never stopping in one place for too long, and even when midnight had begun, he continued. The reason he knew was because even in midnight, the stars gleamed, and every so often, when Jeremy looked up, there was a bright new star in a new place, like a sad plea of calling, a bargain to whoever had done this. The wind whistled in the air and if Jeremy focused on the earth enough it was like something was echoing down towards it from the heavens like a heartbeat, begging, bring him back, bring him back, bring him back.
And eventually, just after a new star had appeared, Jeremy met someone on a road leading to the old temples.
The stranger shook on the frosted dirt, staring up towards the brightest star, hands clasped to their face. There were things about them, though, that made Jeremy pause like he almost never did for strangers.
There was no torch by their feet, no lamp in their grasp, no candle or even a match around them, and they stood unharmed in the darkness, covered in a white sheet, with gold fabric wrapped around their arms and waist, barefoot and alone. But they were glowing, golden hair brighter than any flame or star or beacon Jeremy had ever seen, casting a soft halo of light around them on the icy ground.
“Gods,” Jeremy said, and the stranger jumped. “You must be freezing‒ here, take my cloak, it’s lined with wool and furs, it’ll keep you warm.”
“You’re very kind,” the stranger said in a soft accented voice, and Jeremy smiled up at them only to freeze.
His eyes were a shimmering, ever-shifting gold, red rimmed as they were, and there were tears streaming down his face. “I’m‒ I’m sorry,” Jeremy stammered. “Are you alright? Are you lost? An acolyte of the churches, maybe?”
The stranger laughed, but it was quiet and full of hurt. “In a way, I suppose, I’m very lost but‒” he choked on a sob and looked up towards the new star again. “He’s looking for me, at least.”
With his heart in his throat, and his stomach heavy, and the answer already in his mind, Jeremy tentatively asked, “Who’s looking for you? Where are you trying to go?”
“The god of Night,” the Solar god answered, and reached his fingertips towards the stars. “I need to go home.”
“My name is Gavin,” he told Jeremy as they continued. He cast an unusual warmth from himself and Jeremy couldn’t help but walk a little closer, just for the protection the god gave from the bitterness of the dark.
“You... have a name? A human name, no less?”
The god laughed, soft and sweet, and Jeremy smiled too‒ it was almost hard not to. “My dad gave it to me, and one to Ryan as well.”
“I’m sorry, did you say Ryan? The God of Eternal Midnight, king of the moon and of monsters, is named...”
“Ryan, yes!” Gavin giggled, pulling the edges of the cloak closer to himself. “And he’s not king of all monsters, you know.”
“Well, most of them, right? The ones that come out at night.”
“Yes, but the ones that listen to me don’t usually come to your surfaces, I believe.”
“I’m sorry, surfaces?”
Gavin smiled kindly at him. “I forget that some of you are unaware of the other dimensions that reside on the same space as your own. The Nether is one of my domains as well.”
“The Nether is a hellscape, though, isn’t it? A god of creation ruling over an area as doomed as that?”
Gavin laughed, startled, and a few glimmers of light broke free from his hair like fireflies, hovering around his head before dancing slowly towards the floor. “You think I’m the god of creation, Jeremy?”
Jeremy looked at him for a long while in confusion. “Aren’t you? The Solar one, keeper of warmth, giver of light to all life and nature’s prosperity. Why wouldn’t you be a god of creation? You’re a god of light.”
“Of light, yes,” Gavin hummed. “But light burns, like fires, and can turn everything to nothing in time. I’m not the god of creation, Jeremy- I’m the opposite.”
Jeremy glanced at the specks of light again and somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice warned him of what warm ashes looked like, still alight and falling from the sky. He pulled his thin jacket tighter to himself, and Gavin noticed.
“Stay close to me,” he said softly. “I wouldn’t want you to freeze to death over this.”
“I need to rest,” Jeremy told him. “It’s been a long few cycles, and I haven’t eaten in awhile. Although,” he backtracked, “I’m not sure I have enough for two...”
“Oh, it’s fine,” Gavin laughed. “I have no need for sustenance‒ eat and rest, I’ll keep watch.”
He made a small fire out of nothing and had it hover in midair while Jeremy prepared the area with protection sigils on rocks, just in case. He spread his bedroll and gnawed on monster jerky and roasted corn, warming his hands on the fire and laying down to watch the flames. After a while he closed his eyes and let his breath even out. He waited patiently to fall asleep, the god’s fire warmer than ones Jeremy usually made on his own. After a while, though, in the silence, he heard Gavin call softly out to the sky.
“I don’t know if you can hear me,” he said. “But I hope you know it’s not your fault.”
Jeremy swallowed and stayed very still, praying not to make a sound and intrude on what felt like a private conversation between Gavin and the stars.
“It’s strange, down here. My feet can feel the earth and the rocks and the wind is gentle against my skin, like you’ve always been with me. It feels funny,” he laughed softly, but Jeremy could almost hear his smile fall. “I wish you were here.”
Gavin shifted slightly and Jeremy felt the flame flicker down for just a second, like it was put out and relit in the matter of a second. The god sneezed slightly, and Jeremy jumped at the suddenness. There was silence for a while before Jeremy felt his cloak being lain softly over him and the fire moving closer. Gavin started humming something almost haunting, but soothing‒ Jeremy felt magic in it before his eyes closed and he slipped in the darkness he was comfortable with.
When Jeremy woke, he noticed that Gavin had moved closer to him, still glowing brighter than the embers of the fire he’d created. There was a new star in the sky, and the wind was howling around them in circles. Jeremy could feel a storm in the air, electricity crackling at the hairs on the back of his neck.
“We should move,” he said quietly, and blinked as Gavin startled next to him, clearly unexpecting his awakening. His glow flared and brightened as he stood slowly, his gaze turning back upwards. Jeremy stood as well, packing his things up, watching a rolling darkness blot out the stars in the not so far distance.
“Things have gotten worse, in midnight,” Jeremy explained, offering Gavin his cloak. The god turned to him, confused. “Storms and monsters‒ there are tales that if you stay too long without light, the darkness itself begins to tear into you. He’s angry, Gavin.”
“Worried,” the Solar god mumbled. “Angry, yes, but worried.”
“Please,” Jeremy insisted, holding the cloak out again. “Please, we have to go. The storms are so much more.”
“I don’t get cold,” Gavin said, and took the cloak to tie it around Jeremy. “You’ll need it more than I will.”
Jeremy nodded and wrapped it tighter around himself, watching as the wind began to whip through Gavin’s golden hair. He picked up his lantern, unlit, and began to walk north, where he knew of a settlement that was protected by a wanderer mage friend of his and a few acolytes. Gavin fell into step beside him, glancing over his shoulder every time thunder rumbled. Eventually the wind began to scream behind them, lightning beginning to crash against the iced earth, and the one time Jeremy paused to look back, he watched as a bolt struck the ground and illuminated the sigils he’d placed, shattering each stone with precise accuracy. It was unsettling, leaving a low horror in his stomach, as he turned forward and started to run. Gavin began running with him, his terror shown in the burnt footsteps he left on the ground as he moved.
The town came into view just in time. The wind was tearing at his cloak, and at Gavin’s shawl and scarf, and Jeremy knew if he looked back this time he’d see a hurricane ripping at the dirt and fields.
Jeremy passed through the barrier and shuddered as he felt the magic wash over him. He turned back to Gavin with a smile‒ but his heart stopped when he noticed Gavin was still outside the town limits.
“Hurry!” he called, holding out his hand, but Gavin didn’t move.
The god was watching the storm with a desperate look in his eye, like he was thinking something dangerous, and Jeremy cursed. He jumped out again and grabbed Gavin’s arm, startling him, and pulled him through‒ but not before Gavin let go of his scarf, and they both watched as the golden fabric disappeared into the swirling winds, the glint of color in the darkness dancing away into the whirlwind before it went up, up, and completely vanished.
Michael had come as soon as possible‒ he’d known about the breach immediately, seeing as how most of the magic that had created the field was his own. Jeremy was a magical presence he’d known, of course, but Gavin...
“Who is he?” Michael hissed as he ushered the two of them into his own home. Gavin was shaken, but not unwavering‒ he flitted happily about the room like a bird, cooing gently over the plants and books that Michael had stored on his shelves. “His magic is fucking ridiculous, Jeremy, something’s wrong with him.”
“Nothing’s wrong with him,” Jeremy murmured back, watching as Lindsay came out and led Gavin away to the guest room. She nodded to Jeremy and he smiled back. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
“Fuckin’ try me,” Michael scoffed. “I can feel his sun magic, Jeremy, but it’s not like the other acolytes in town. He’s strong, dude. It’s kinda terrifying.”
Jeremy sighs and slumps down onto Michael’s couch, thankfully accepting the cup of herbal tea Michael’s made. “I don’t know, Michael. He’s... different. In a good way.”
“Tell me,” the wanderer said, sitting next to him on the couch.
So Jeremy did.
By the end of the story, his mug was empty and Michael’s fists were clenched into his pants, his breaths heavy. The masks on Michael’s walls seemed to judge Jeremy from every angle‒ the first one Michael had made, flat and brown with a simple smile, was prominent above the fireplace, making Jeremy shudder slightly.
“There’s a temple,” Michael murmured, making Jeremy’s glance flit back to him. “In town, for him, specifically.”
Jeremy nodded. “Yeah, I know of it.”
Michael leveled him with a heavy gaze. “Visit it‒ bring him with you. There’s no hiding who he is from them, but they might be able to help you figure out what’s happened.”
Jeremy gave another slow nod, his hands shaking as he placed the mug down and stood to find Gavin. Michael stood with him and put a hand on Jeremy’s shoulder.
Gavin was in the backyard, laughing as a few stray cats curled up around him and on his lap, each one purring loudly. When Jeremy and Michael approached, he turned to them with a wide smile, glowing brightly with sparks like fireflies dancing around him. Jeremy smiled back at him and held out a hand.
Gavin gently lifted the cat off his lap and gave it a final, sad pet, before taking Jeremy’s hand and hauling himself up. “Where are we off to, then?”
“There’s a shrine in the city,” he admitted, and watched as Gavin blinked. “The acolytes there might know what happened to you, why you’re stuck down here, how you got here.”
Gavin grinned brightly. “That’d be lush.”
Michael made a confused noise in the back of his throat but said nothing as he led the both of them through his house to the front door. Gavin stepped out and began walking towards the temple, like he instinctively knew where it was, but Jeremy was held back by Michael’s hand tight around his wrist.
“I’d advise covering him up with your cloak more often,” he said quietly, and they both watched as Gavin walked off, shining in the darkness. “A light like that draws unwanted attention.”
The temple of the Sun, in this town, was a one story building, built from marble that has cracked over time, been fixed with molten gold. Jeremy knew that in sunlight, it was magnificent to behold, especially on the inside, where the ceiling was made of glass and there were no torches‒ instead, there were panels of specially made glass infused with magic that absorbed the sunlight and reflected it at night to make the temple glow.
Gavin stared in a curious awe as the soft light made the building look like something ethereal, out of the world and out of place in a town like this. An acolyte was tending gently to the flowers outside, dropping what looked like chunks of coal and driftwood into the soil next to them. Jeremy recognized the endoflame flowers as the wood and coal began to dissolve and burn, the petals starting to glow and refresh themselves as they consumed the fuel. Light blue mana began to float from each plant, and Jeremy’s wand twitched in his pocket, making towards it. The acolyte stood and pulled their white cloak closer to them, humming softly as they made to return inside the temple.
“Excuse me,” Jeremy said quietly. The acolyte startled but laughed and began to turn. “We could... use some help.”
“Of course,” she said, and finally faced them. She smiled kindly at Jeremy. “What can I...”
Gavin had stepped up next to Jeremy now, still awed by the temple’s light, and the acolyte had gone wide eyed, watching him. She tugged her hood down and bowed her head in reverence, silently mouthing quiet hymns and blessings‒ Gavin noticed, finally, and watched with a smile before reaching out and taking her hands.
“You don’t have to,” he whispered, and she nodded slowly.
“We need to figure out how he got down here,” Jeremy said quietly, and she nodded.
“Of course. Come inside, please‒ we’ll do what we can, maybe a trace...”
The acolyte trailed off, already busying herself with ideas on how to help. Gavin laughed as she disappeared up the steps, nodding to Jeremy as he followed.
Jeremy paused a moment to fish out his wand and a small bottle, pulling a small amount of excess mana from the endoflames before corking the bottle and tucking his things away. He climbed the stairs and entered the temple.
The acolyte’s name was Dia, and she’d lain her pearlescent cloak to the side as Jeremy had entered. “It’s not painful,” she promised, and Gavin nodded slowly, watching her.
She held her hands out, palms up, and he laid his own on top of them. There was silence for a while as Dia brushed her thumbs over the back of his hands, slowly and deliberately‒ it was close, a movement lovers would do to soothe each other, or a mother to her child. It was soothing and gentle. Gavin shuddered slightly, his eyes finally closing, and sighed and Jeremy watched in awe as his breath revealed a magic that glowed in the dim light.
Dia began to hum again, a hymn Jeremy recognized from days he’d spent outside some of the sun temples in his own hometown. The magic between the two of them steadily grew brighter, tightly swirling in on itself into a tiny orb, smaller and smaller until it hung there like a star that was just too close.
Dia pulled away from Gavin and took the cupped the light gently, not quite touching it, before turning towards the back. Jeremy noted a few dayblooms in planters, lining the back wall, as well as a couple of younger, freshly blooming nightshades. The dayblooms weren’t as bright as Jeremy knew them to be but the nightshades looked healthy and gorgeous, flourishing in the darkness. In the middle of them all was a white petaled flower, with a yellow and black seeded center, pulsing with soft energy.
“A fallen kanade,” Jeremy whispered, and Dia gave him a soft smile before gently placing the light in the middle of the flower.
There was a beat as the light disappeared, and then a flash, and Dia choked on a gasp, stumbling slightly. Gavin came forward and caught her as she fell back. Jeremy noticed that her eyes were a pure white and there was an uncomfortable, pained twist in her expression. Before he had time to do anything, she blinked, her eyes back to normal, and they both helped her into a standing position.
“It’s a binding curse,” she said softly, and Gavin blinked in confusion as Jeremy sucked in through his teeth. “Someone‒ I’m guessing a group of someones‒ has done a ritual and literally torn you from the heavens, binding you to the earth and soil. They’ve ripped you from the sky.”
“Why would someone...” Gavin whispered to himself, incredibly quiet. Jeremy noticed the upset in his voice and placed a hand on his arm in comfort.
“How do we get him back?” Jeremy asked Dia. She sighed as she slung the cloak back on, clasping it in the front.
“I, personally, can’t tell you, and neither can any of the others in this town.” Her hood came back up and now Jeremy noted that her eyes were still glowing dimly. “But if you go to the main sun temple in the country, they can help.”
Gavin let out a long, relieved sigh, and Jeremy smiled and nodded in thanks. Something in Dia’s stature, though, made him think there was more to tell.
“Go tell Michael,” he said to Gavin, and the god nodded happily, thanking Dia with a quick hug and kiss to the side of her head before disappearing out the door. Jeremy turned to her then, and watched as her smile faded.
“There’s a lot of dark magic in the area, at the moment,” she said quietly. “I’m sure you’re aware, of course, because they were so sure they were doing this for the Night.”
“The blood mages,” Jeremy mumbled, angry suddenly at the others that have so terribly ruined the reputation‒ blood magic may not be the cleanest type, but it’s abilities are beyond compare to many other magics, enough to rival that of gods, even.
“So many of them believe the Dark God wanted what his title implies. That he wants to take everything from us, to restart this world and bathe us in shadow. So they take the sun from him, and believe his storms and the pain from the void is his celebration at winning.”
“It’s not,” Jeremy said. “It’s his anger. His desperation. He needs Gavin back.”
Dia nodded. “You already understand. That’s good. You need to understand this one other thing, though.”
Jeremy opened his mouth to ask what, but she took him by the hands and grasped them tight. “They have tied him to the soil, and the dirt, and the rock,” she hissed. “They have ensnared him with vines and grass and thorns, are pulling him closer and closer to where war has spoiled the earth and to where blood has spilled on the ground. They are making him human, Jeremy, human and beyond. But they don’t pull his godliness from him, they pull his essence, his energy, his magic. They weren’t aiming for the god, they were aiming for the light, and he is light, Jeremy. Every part of his being and soul is light. They are draining him dry, pulling every inch of him from the world and universe.”
“What are you saying?” Jeremy whispered, a sinking feeling in his stomach.
“He will change. He will become vulnerable, and cold, and human. And then he’ll get worse. Sick. Weak. Slow. If you don’t get him back to where he belongs, and soon...”
She looked towards the door, tears brimming in her eyes, and Jeremy looked over towards it too. Outside he could hear Gavin laughing with Michael over something, could almost see the light in his eyes. And then he imagined it fading, the glow in Gavin’s hair and skin dimming, his warmth dwindling into a frigid chill. His breath caught.
