Your gateway to endless inspiration
This Hurts - Blog Posts
Dick travels to the Wayne Family Adventures universe and meets his AU self and family. they're so... happy. they spend so much time together. and that Dick smiles like he's not hiding the weight bearing down on his shoulders. Dick keeps watching him, wondering if it's an act.
it's not. the family isn't perfect but they trust and love each other. they laugh together. it's more than enough.
and Dick thinks,
what did I do wrong?
lament for sir kay by me. thinking about him always. i can't imagine having my younger brother become king and. like. just. what the fuck. i love him. no one understands him like i do.
Rant about Epilogue Vierla and Bill:
Whenever I see these two they just bring out something in me like when I see the clearly in love interests in shows but then they never get together. They give the peak definition of ‘Forbidden Love' no matter how many times they try to make it work it won’t ever happen, the love they have for each other is forbidden, they can’t touch, they can’t stare at each other for too long, they can’t do anything, the glimpse of love they have for each other is symbolic towards the other. Even if they try to get together, it wouldn’t work, it’s like trying to jam in a puzzle piece you know would fit but just can’t mesh well with each other. It’s heartbreaking for them, to know that they won’t ever be together, to know how the other one is feeling. Bill wouldn’t think like this, but he does, and thought about her for YEARS on end. The thought of them lingers in his mind, and so does she. How could they be so distant yet be so close?
I hate them so much chat.
Just in case any of you were over this yet. I know I’m not. :’)
DRUNK WORDS, SOBER THOUGHTS.
“ you know what? i miss you. i miss my brother. ”
or, in which diluc gets drunk, kaeya is a little bit tipsy, and some confessions get spilled.
diluc/kaeya (familial/platonic u stinkies)
category/warnings: bittersweet, alcohol consumption, characters being drunk, brotherhood am i right yall 😊, kaeya is called a ragnvindr at some moments, i focus more on kaeya here i am so sorry diluc luvrs
note: blame tiktok, conan gray but also me for this fic. my head hurts mb if there are any mistakes @xiaophobic @starglitterz
“well, well, well, if this isn’t the diluc ragnvindr drunk. never thought i’d witness that sight again,” the blue haired man says while walking through the door to angel’s share and meeting no one other than his brother sitting by the bar, his head slugging down and hand holding a glass of some kind of an unidentified alcohol mixture — or at least, so he guessed, because the stench in the air couldn’t have been anything else.
he closes the door behind him and slowly makes his way to him, his eyesight refocusing and focusing over and over. fuck, maybe he was more than just tipsy.
“shut it,” diluc mumbles, his words slurred and eyes closed.
“oh, come on now, brother,” he says, plopping onto the barstool next to him. “it’s not like i’m the soberest either or anything like that.”
“we’re not brothers.”
kaeya feels a quick and small pang in his heart, yet he doesn’t react in any way. he’s used to it; after all, how could someone like him even deserve a family after all he’s done?
“maybe you’re a little bit less drunk than i thought you were,” he mutters quietly. it was supposed to be humorous yet his voice comes out as flat. maybe, if diluc was truly a little bit less drunk, he’d hear an unmistakable hurt in it — deeply hidden and almost unhearable, — but he wasn’t. and so he didn’t hear it.
neither did he see the emotions quickly flashing in kaeya’s visible eye. and the blue haired man thanks the archons above for that (not that he was particularly fond of them; but he had to thank someone for this miracle. although, maybe thanking this godawful alcohol diluc was drinking was a better choice).
“i’m not drunk.”
“yeah, you sure aren’t, my dear brother,” kaeya deadpans when diluc’s head almost land on the table. archons, he always knew he was a lightweight, but this? how much did he drink to get himself to this state, he wonders. and what even got him to drink. “oh? no denying to me calling you brother this time?”
there is silence between the two of them — two people whose misunderstandings and grudges got the best of them. they were both at fault; but they would never admit it. the ragnvindrs always had trouble with pride. and the brothers were no exception to that.
“you know what? i miss you. i miss my brother,” diluc ragnvindr throws out of himself. and it feels nice. it feels nice to finally say it — to say something he would never utter to do if he wasn’t under the influence of alcohol. diluc ragnvindr is a coward and he knows it — and he also knows he won’t remember anything from today. hell, he’s already beginning to forget things. he doesn’t look at the calvary captain nor does he lift his head. he simply chugs down on the rest of his drink.
kaeya sits silently; as if stunned, not daring to utter a word, too scared to pop this bubble, this imagination, because how many times did he dream of diluc ragnvindr calling him his brother again? how many times did he wish of being seen as family again?
“that’s a sweet confession, but i’d like to hear that when you’re sober,” he nonchalantly says, as if his throat didn’t get clogged up and his eyes teary.
“but we are brothers, are we not? actually, why did you stop using ragnvindr as your surname, huh? it’s yours to use, still. we’re family. or more like we were family,” he adds under his breath. they were family, once.
kaeya ragnvindr.
he longed for it. he longed for that surname or, to be more precise, for the feeling of belonging somewhere, to something, to someone. he longed for a home, a home where he could feel at peace, a home where he could shed all the masks and all the secrets. a home where he wouldn’t be anyone but just kaeya. no one more and no one less.
just kaeya.
and he once felt that way — before he decided to destroy it, envelop himself within the icy torrents and cutting himself from the outside world. yes, kaeya ragnvindr was a person he buried a long, long time ago. it was a child that died under the scorching flames and burning fire on that fateful day.
“…come on, brother. i’ll get you home. you’ve had enough,” the cryo user decides against diluc’s protests.
mondstadt is silent. there is no light in the windows and no chatter usually filling the streets. they must’ve spent more time in there than he thought they did. it’s peaceful. it’s quiet.
it’s nice.
“it reminds me of when we were kids. you remember? when you used to get so… so… tired and i’d have to carry you back home… and…” the redhead tries to talk, but his words only become more and more slurred. he’s falling asleep, kaeya realizes and he sighs thinking that he’d have to drag his brother’s unconscious body all the way to dawn winery. diluc was always the stronger one — but maybe, that has changed over the years. a lot of things did.
take care of one another, now, crepus used to say to them, day by day, month by month, year by year. brotherly bonds are not that easy to break.
i’m sorry, he whispers into the cold night, with his brother’s warm body slumped over his. he’s not sure who he’s apologizing to; there is no witness in sight, no spectator except the wind blowing and rustling up the leaves on the ground.
( it’s alright, child. you’ve done enough. )
( and for the first time in a very long time, kaeya ragnvindr or kaeya alberich; whoever he once was and whoever he was about to become, sighed a sigh of relief. )
