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what if this was my last straw?

I HAD ANOTHER THOUGHT ABOUT GAVIN RE: INVERSION

cw: character death

What if Freelancer wasn't able to beat the ward closing? What if they weren't able to throw themself back into Gavin's arms before the magic cut them off?

What if the ward had been transparent (assuming it was not because of layers and layers of different people's magic and it seemed no one could see what was happening on either side) and Freelancer had to watch Gavin come apart without getting to hold him one last time?

IS THIS VIET REP OR AM I TWEAKING???

Redactober 2024 Day Twenty-Five

Prompt: Porter & Prank

Pairing: None, Platonic Solaire antics

cw: Mild violence, Mild language

“I thought a little prank might liven up the place.”

Available on AO3 here!

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“GETTY!”

“What have you done now, con gái?” William asks, not bothering to look up from the book in his hands. Alexis shrugs a shoulder, taking out an airpod just in time to see Porter speed through the door. With his eyes a lurid red and his fangs bared, he would be the poster image of vampiric rage… if not for the strip of lush, dark hair shaven clean in the middle of his head like a ridiculous, reverse mohawk.

“A bold choice,” Alexis deadpans with a raised eyebrow. “It doesn’t look good.”

“You won’t look good when I’m done with you, you vicious bitch!”

“What’s really vicious is the DIY job you’ve to your hair, sweetie. I know you’re missing Vinny, but let’s not be teenage girls about it.” Porter pounces at Alexis, his nails aimed for her smug face, and she, the older vampire of older blood, is faster, throwing him back into the wall with a swift duck and kick into the sternum. The younger vampire leaves a hole in the plaster but is unharmed, is incensed more than anything, and readies himself to launch again when William lifts his head, leveling them both with a level stare.

“Con cái, you’ll get blood on the floors and so soon after the cleaners have come,” he tuts, clicking his tongue disapprovingly at the flakes of paint and drywall littering the floor. “Alexis, did you do this?”

“Obviously not,” she says, already the put-upon image of laissez-faire boredom.

“Then curious and curiouser… Perhaps it was a ghost.” William goes back to reading with an air of finality only he can accomplish, sucking the momentum out of the fight. He keeps reading when Porter skulks out the room, hissing violent curses and threats at Alexis as he passes her and slamming the door on the way out.

“Really, William?” Alexis asks, looking at her maker, unimpressed. “Shaving his head?”

“The manor has been so quiet since Vincent left,” the king says with a little smile as he turns a page. “I thought a little prank might liven up the place.”

HUHRUSHAUAHUEAHUAEAA

Hmm...I've never shared my moodboards here have I...

Lemme change that-

DAMN:

(They're the only complete group I have so yeah)

little things i think about <3

Darlin wearing Sam‘s oversized flannels

Huxley eating his comfort foods

Sam catching himself grinning like an idiot whenever he thinks about the bite

Lasko finding he has to take a sip of water occasionally while talking to Coworker because their gaze makes his whole body shut down

Hush spending hours in libraries reading about humans

David listening to cheesy 2000-2015 pop songs

Hush staring at Doc while they were passed out in the first audio like 0_0

Caelum watching freelancer and keeping them out of danger (just little things like thawing ice so they don‘t slip, etc)

Hush being unable to get the feeling and warmth of Doc‘s hands out of his mind. Finding his stomach fluttering when he thinks about them.

the whole DAMN Crew snuggled up to Damien in winter to stay warm and him just like -_-

Baabe in a different time zone and Asher accidentally spending all night texting them, forgetting he has a security gig tomorrow (inspired by me and bubbler ᵔᴥᵔ)

Huxley‘s moms dancing to Abba in the kitchen making breakfast with baby Hux giggling on the countertop

Milo helping to do Sweetheart‘s hair for the Shaw/Talbot wedding (theyresodomesticandandfuckilovethem)

Guy hyping Honey up like batshit crazy when they simply get their nails done/get a haircut

David‘s absolutely despicable side eye

Baabe‘s LETHAL side eye (im in love with them)

Damien surprising Huxley with installing some fancy shelves in the house to put all his dinosaur figures

The wolves shifting and curling up around their mates in the winter to keep them warm

Caelum and his group of friends having game nights where they play card games, board games, video games

(this has been in my drafts since march 17th >.<)

SPOILER WARNING FOR THE LOST AND FOUND ‼️

Ok so, ever since I first created my YV OC’s , I’ve always made SB, rook and Cas related in some way. First I made them siblings, then college buddies with different majors, but then I finally landed with the idea to just make the three of them all cousins that grew up together, basically siblings.

Cas being the oldest and SB being the youngest, but all three are born within the same year.

For some reasons left to be determined, the three haven’t seen each other in a few years.

And now that it’s considered cannon that Cas is Auron’s driver, with all of that in mind, imagine how ABSOLUTELY ACWARD AND EMBARRASSING that reunion was for Cas and rook, like imagine having to literally sit through listening to YOUR COUSIN giving the sloppiest of toppies to YOUR BOSS, and given the timeline, Cas might have been pretty new to this job when that took place.

And as for Rook, imagine you just did all that and then you hear the driver say that you guys arrived to your destination, but that voice… It sounds pretty familiar? You’ve heard that voice before, but where?

Just to see the privacy window roll down and it’s YOUR FUCKING COUSIN LIKE OMG. And they’re low key looking at you with a sense of trauma and pain in their eyes and all you can do is literally just sit and stare back like a deer in headlights wondering just how much they heard. I just know that Cas HAD to contact SB and tell them about that whole encounter, and rook knew they would too.

I find that to be the funniest thing ever, I didn’t think that the driver Casper HC would actually be canon 😭

i’m not crying, you are

Porter cried on the first time Treasure kissed hiss hand(s). He has done many unforgivable things, most (if not all) would frighten any human normal person. But to be treated with gentle care and affection, for them to place their soft lips on his tainted skin, it brings out emotions he thought he locked away.

OH OOPS HOLD ON

HELLLOOO

SO ME AND MY FRIENDS WE JUST HAD A GIANT ROLEPLAY EVENT IN OUR SERVER FOR CHRISTMAS (it was basically the inversion. AND WE’RE STILL IN THE MIDDLE?? KINDA SCARED TO FIND OUT WHAT’S HAPPENING AT THE END…

But, I wanted to share some memes and screenshots from the event!

This shit was crazy/pos

I’m so scared but also so excited to find out what’s happening on Sunday

AND MY PEOPLE WHO WERE THERE

@indigo-greer-collins

@vind3miat0r

@nevaroonie

@wuegh

@zimix-whispers

@h0ney-dames

@totheak47

@achildofapollo

THANK YOU DAMES VINN AND ARK FOR PUTTING ALL THIS HARD WORK INTO THE EVENT

I LOVED IT:3

(Also Fern, I could not find your blog I’m sorry 😔 BUT HIII!!)

that one tiktok trend 🌚

i was debating between jack or sebek and then my friend was like: “honestly why not silver? he’d fall for it tbh”

she was so right so i did it

(sorry i render myself very lazily, all the focus goes into the boys ^^)

REAL ONGGG 🙏🙏

hot take: idgaf about david i want his spouse.

Grief is inevitable. In the many years and lifetimes that Gavin has lived through, he knew that fact through and through.

The love of his life, his Freelancer, had passed with a soft content smile in his arms. Seventy years had passed since he first met them.

He saw their youth and was with them every step as they aged - they always looked beautiful no matter what. He tried to reflect that in his own appearance too, after catching the way that their eyes would flicker in pain whenever they caught their reflection in the mirror next to his. He loved aging together with them, even if his own evidence of the passing of time on his face was artificial. He revelled in the way their smile lines were so deep with every passing year, and his heart was filled with warmth at the realisation that he caused it. He’d rarely seen them without a smile, after all.

They knew their end was nearing, and asked for him to stay with them, lying in bed in their home. He gently wrapped them in his arms and listened to the slow, weak beating of their heart. Even now, they had a smile on their face. They reached a shaking hand up to his face, and caressed it. A single tear fell from their eye.

“I didn’t know love until I met you.” They whispered. Gavin felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Their eyes sparkled with love until their last breath.

He thought he knew grief after the inversion. But this was different. It consumed him - his mind, his body, his every thought and breath. It felt wrong not to have the warmth of their body pressed to him. It felt wrong to have his core so empty, dull without the taste of love radiating from them. He looked at his aged face in the mirror and couldn’t recognise himself. Who was he without his Freelancer? How did he live before he met them?

Months and years passed. He wandered around aimlessly, feeding the bare minimum amount needed to survive, although he didn’t really know if there was a point anymore. He had altered his appearance back to what it was before he met Freelancer, hoping it would help him move on.

He was stupid to think he ever could. He doesn’t want to.

He wandered into the nearby 7-11 and went through the motions. He only feeds once every month or two now. The lonely man he chose as his “meal” was now sucking him off - it was quite a poor effort, but Gavin couldn’t care any less.

The doors opened, setting off that annoying jingle that played throughout the store. The person walked in, slowly browsing through each aisle before picking up a cup and filling it with a slurpee.

Gavin’s head snapped up when he heard the sound of a cup dropping. Shit. He thought he’d cloaked them. He must’ve gotten rusty.

Then, he saw them.

The same eyes. The same energy pulsing through their core. They looked a little different - different eye colour, younger, and their features rounder than before, but Gavin was sure.

It was them.

His Freelancer.

The moment they locked eyes, theirs wide in shock and cheeks reddening in embarrassment, he tasted it. Gods. That sweet warmth of their desire.

And of course they’d ask for directions in the midst of this awkward situation.

Gavin couldn’t help but cry.

In that moment he realised,

Love was eternal.

He found his way back into their heart quite easily, for he knew every part of them intimately, both inside and out. Although their physical body had changed a little, he revelled in being able to explore this new side of them, relearning their sensitive areas. He was beyond pleased to feel their affection for him exceed lust - of course it did. This was his Freelancer, after all. The same kindhearted, loving Freelancer.

He could feel their core, a little fearful but determined and pure with affection, reaching out to him. They confessed that they loved him, and were awaiting his answer with shaking hands and the nervous pounding of their heart. Their eyes teared up, overwhelmed by the excitement of the prospect that he might love them back, but also the fear that he might reject them.

Oh, Freelancer.

He immediately took them in his embrace and kissed them, deep. He felt whole again. He felt alive. He tasted their love, now unrestrained, and melted at how sweet and familiar it was. He was home again. They smiled through their happy tears and whispered;

“I didn’t know love until I met you.”

Their eyes sparkled.

Love is eternal.