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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 8 days

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Ari I’m crawling through the desert in need of water…humbly I beg & plead for your Ken-geto twin AU headcanons 🙏🙏🙏 I think they’re the only thing that can quench my soul rn

ODI . MY BELOVED . I LOVE YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS WAHHHH pls take a seat and get ready for a long long rant……… i’ll do my best to quench your thirst 🙏🙏🙏

OKAY SO . god. where do i even begin………

basically!!!!! i’m writing a fic where kenny is. your best friend’s older brother <33333 the best friend in question being sugu!!! i still haven’t decided if they’re twins or if kenny is a couple years older…… buuuut either way i have lots n lots of thoughts abt their dynamic :33 and how the two of them treat you!!!! sugu is just…. your reliable, soft best friend, and kenny is . the way he is 😭 but anyway…..

i picture kenny as being a bitttt of a bad boy in this au?? not exactly. but like. he has a tongue piercing and moved out really early and he’s maybe a little bit twisted . cares abt suguru but can’t really show it. he’s silly and talkative but also a bit condescending…. a bit of a know it all…… i feel like he almost acts more like a father than an older brother sometimes which suguru absolutely hates 😭 there’s a lot of tension between them!!

personality wise i feel like suguru sort of . adapts to kenjaku? he’s a bit of a social chameleon. and he really doesn’t like the idea of people seeing them as similar…. so if kenny is acting more serious and pretentious, suguru acts more childish — and if kenny acts more silly then suguru takes a more responsible role . it’s like that!!! it’s weird bc i see suguru as being very sincere at heart, and kenny as being fairly insincere, but with the way they act you could get the impression that it’s the other way around. kenny doesn’t care abt how others view him, suguru very much does. but sugu has a sincerity to him that kenny kind of lacks?? ig it’s less that kenny is insincere and more that he’s just. detached. in a way.

also sidenote kinda but !!! i picture both sugu and kenny as sweater boys 😭😭 they LOVE their sweaters. i feel like kenny wears turtlenecks religiously. and sugu goes out of his way to wear more leather jackets and hoodies bc he doesn’t like when they’re wearing the same stuff LMAO…. kenny sometimes makes their outfits match just to piss him off <333

anddddd going back to the whole . brotherly rivalry stuff…… i think kenny was always a bit of a black sheep growing up . and bc of that suguru automatically became the golden child!!! sugu can be mischievous and bratty but he gets away w it bc he’s the youngest/good at hiding it…. and in front of their parents he’s always very straightlaced. it’s almost like suguru holds back just so that he won’t appear similar to his brother, which i think kenny kind of finds pathetic. there’s just soooo much to their dynamic 😭😭 they’re similar and different and just. gah. they give me a headache!!!! bc kenny is such a wildcard in the way that he acts, and suguru is so prone to changing himself depending on the situation he’s in.

but overall i just feel like kenny is pretentious and teasing…. and kinda mean . while sugu is well-behaved and calm, but a little more teasing and silly around people he’s close to….. and he’s also super kind . he’s warm!!!! and kenny is sort of cold. that’s the way i picture their dynamic. but it’s very fluid i think …. sometimes kenny acts like the oldest, sometimes the youngest LMAO

ANYWAYYYY gosh i’m already yapping so much 😭😭😭 I HOPE YOU’RE STILL HERE ODI ….. here’s another drink for you 🧋 .

now !!!! when it comes to their dynamic with you…… 👀👀 suguru is just a protective softie. he loves you so much!!! you’re his bestie!!!! and you’re the only one he ever acts bratty and pouty with…. he just feels comfortable around you :’3 so he can let his guard down and be a little silly… a little teasing….. but he’s always always always taking care of you . a warm sunflower boy <333333

then there’s kenny who . bullies you a bit 😭 JUST A BIT . bc he likes seeing your reactions <3 he’s kind of like your typical intimidating best friend’s brother…. a little scary ……. a bit of a dick….. he looks after you in his own way but . he doesn’t coddle you the way suguru does. when you’re kids he’s someone you look up to, but also someone you’re a tinyyyyy bit afraid of . but you get a crush on him anyway . and he has a soft spot for you. and then he leaves and doesn’t return until a couple years later ………. and he hasn’t really changed. but he’s less of a bully and more of a teaser. maybe a little condescending. but he’s charming, yk? alluring.

anyway as you can see i’m getting carried away LMAOO this fic is just . fluff?? kind of??? w a lot of tension 😭 you like kenny and he . well. you just don’t know what he’s thinking . he kind of sees you as a baby bird i think,,,,,,,,, and he’s . the big bad wolf. you get the vibes …….. here r some snippets of the fic just for fun!! it’s very near and dear to my heart hehe

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…….. he has me in a chokehold i fear 💔

#TYSM FOR ASKING <33333 and for reading!!!!! i can’t stop yapping when it comes to kenny i’m sorry 😭😭😭#i’m still trying to figure out his personality in relation to sugu yk …. but i think. warm / cold is the best comparison #i also have manyyyy many thoughts abt reader and kenny …. how reader looks up to kenny….#how kenny maybe feels as if they’re the same. in some ways . even though you’re so much softer than he is #IT’S LIKE . the classic bad boy/good girl (gn) dynamic but …. w some . trauma bonding subtext. idk idk #ANYWAYYY ily thank you for stopping by <333 and gl with your own kenny fic!!! i saw you posting abt it hehe :3 #here r some more snacks 🥟🍤🍓🧁🍪#ask tag ✩#odi !! ✩#kenny !! ✩

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lyculuscaelus · 2 months

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Ody Does Math

“Good morning, teacher.” sang the kids, faces radiating vitality.

Indeed, it was a good morning. You can hear the larks chanting in the forest, oak leaves whispering secrets of the wind, and see the open fields bathing in the blazing sunlight casted by Lord Helios. Every bit of this scenery was calling for your attention.

But now is not the right time for that. Commented Athena, in her mind. Now is the time for their math class, and none of them can escape this fact.

So she simply nodded to their greeting. So far so good. She gave a quick glance around the classroom. Odysseus, her favorite student, seemed rather eager for the class. He’s doing good as always, Athena thought. Eurylochus, on the other hand, seemed quite unsettled. Curious. Is it because of his homework? Athena wondered. And as she set her eyes on the next student, she called:

“What are you doing there, Mr. Polites?”

She could see his panic alright. But soon as Polites reclaimed himself she heard him say: “Sorry, Ms. Athena. I was just trying to pack this bag real quick.”

“What for?”

“Er, Ms. Athena…I don’t suppose this is the right place to say—”

“What for, Mr. Polites?”

He sighed. “It’s for a friend of mine, really. Today’s his birthday.”

As he finished, Athena caught a glimpse of the mild blush on Odysseus’s face. It wasn’t hard to figure out what exactly was happening here, but she merely said:

“Well, in that case, I might as well congratulate this friend of yours with a ‘happy birthday’. Hope he gets to be a valiant warrior, a warrior of the mind. And yes, you may sit down, Mr. Polites.”

As everybody settled on their seats, Athena quickly chalked a line of Greek on the blackboard. It reads: ΣΤΟΙΧΕΙΑ ΓΕΩΜΕΤΡΙΚΑ (Elements of Geometry). As soon as she finished, she said:

“Welcome to today’s math class, everyone. We’ll begin with a discussion on a simple problem in your textbook. Now, please turn to page 43, and evaluate the problem quickly. I’ll ask for your ideas in a few minutes.”

It’s not hard. Thought Odysseus. Just some simple geometry. You draw a perpendicular BC at point B with half the length of AB, and…

“Mr. Eurylochus, if you may?”

Eurylochus’s hesitation was all written on his face. And his silence was loud enough to speak for his cluelessness. I should help him. However, it’s not my turn. Thought Odysseus.

Athena apparently noticed something. “Mr. Odysseus, if you may?”

“Yes ma’am. You need to draw a perpendicular BC…now we have an auxiliary right triangle ABC, right? Draw an arc with center C and radius BC intersecting the hypotenuse at a point D. Then draw an arc with center A and radius AD intersecting AB at a point, say E. Now E should be the golden ratio point.”

“Good job. Now prove it.”

”Prove it?” now it was Odysseus’s turn to hesitate, but he hoped that he didn’t show it. However, Athena was quick to pick up something…else. “Well,” he started, “all I gotta do is…huh, what’s this bag for?”

A look at Polites was sufficient to explain everything.

“Mr. Polites! You seem quite eager to hand the present out, I see. Why don’t you give Mr. Odysseus a hand, by proving this point E to be the golden ratio point as he claims?”

Polites was eager, alright. He stood up swiftly, and said, “May I have a chalk, Ms. Athena?” After a moment Polites finished the proof on the chalkboard, saving the day. Then Athena complimented both Polites and Odysseus, and the class moved on.

But Eurylochus was uncomfortable with the compliment that Odysseus had received. Geometry is his strong point alright, thought Eurylochus, but let’s just wait till we get to arithmetics.

…

And soon they got to arithmetics. But there were only 10 minutes left for the class. So Athena decided to give a little quiz.

“I have a challenge, a test of skills.” said Athena, “the problem is, are you all ready for it?”

All nods. Ok. “Then let us begin by introducing a geographic fact. This is Troy, 600 miles away from us if you travel by sea. Now suppose that a ship travels at a speed of 5.755 miles per hour without the wind, and it is heading from Troy to Ithaca in full speed, and when it is 2.8 miles away from Ithaca it takes a turn to Temesa, sailing through 290 miles in total, and from there to Aeaea 158 miles away. Suppose the ship sails in a uniform speed, without any wind. How long does it take in total?”

Odysseus could see their expressions clearly. He could see Eurylochus busy doing the calculations, which wasn’t a surprise at all since he was so good at it. I could use a good right-hand man like him. Odysseus thought. And let’s see how Polites is doing. He seems to be struggling with it, which is not a good sign…

But what are you doing, Odysseus?

He had no idea. To be honest he haven’t even figured out how a decimal point works, but he’ll do it anyway, after all he’s a warrior of the mind! What do those miles add up to? 420? 420 divided by 5.755 is…730, right? Wait that 730 looks so familiar…isn’t that twice as long as 365 days? My goddess, that’s a really long time!

“Mr. Odysseus, what’s your answer?” From afar, he could hear Athena calling to him. But this time, there is no more hesitation. He had found his confidence. He knew his result to be true, though somehow he doubted the validity. But he’s gonna answer it anyway, knowing that had it been wrong, the fault was not his at all, but Athena’s. She provided the data, didn’t she? So nothing can go wrong. Just you chill, just you stand, just you answer.

”Ma’am…it’s two long years.”

#It’s 181.6 hours with no storm or tidal wave #He made two different mistakes over the decimal points #see if you can spot them #And the last mistake was about unit conversion #odysseus #epic the musical #fanfic #math #12 long years #somehow i don’t suppose this little nerdy fic can go popular?#Nonetheless I’d still like to nerd out something concerning my data #So I consulted the wikipedia to discover that specific map made by Abraham Ortelius depicting the return journey of Ody #It sets the land of Laestrygonians and Aeaea in the south of Rome #Which means that if Ody was to be blown by the storm from Ithaca in-sight (about 2.8 miles away) all the way back to Aeolia #And from there to the Land of the Giants #he’ll have to take a slight turn to visit Temesa #putting the distance he traveled from Ithaca to Temesa to be 290 miles (I checked the map literally)#Yep the distances are all read from the map of the sailing distance calculator #And the speed of the ship was VMG (5 knots look pretty normal so I picked it)#And by inserting those three mistakes that everyone has potential to make #I get the number cleanly (with some rounding offs ofc)#And isn’t that incredible?#Gosh I’m so excited about this little coincidence

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queen-scribbles · 2 months

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Hit 'em where it hurts: "It should have been you."

Have some circa-KotFE ch 9 Ody/Chance angst <3 ---

She barely recognized the face staring back at her, even though five years in carbonite should've meant less change. There were still the freckles, still the faded scarring at her temple. The same nose, same jaw. Dirty blonde hair tied back.

But the brown eyes of her reflection were rimmed red in grief, underlaid in black from insomnia, bright with unshed tears even as they stared dully from the mirror.

"It should have been you," Odessa whispered at the reflected face, almost resentful, Theron's confirmation running on a loop in her head. It should have been you, not him.

She could see him so clearly when she closed her eyes, how could he be gone?

A rueful laugh as they shared the drink she'd smuggled in, heartfelt regret in his voice as he apologized for using her control word, no matter how afraid he'd been to die.

His unease at her admission she'd've done the same as Ardun, unpleasant methods to ensure worthy goals, faint smile at her teasing he was too soft-hearted for espionage turning bashful when she admitted she wished she could be more like him.

Long conversations culminating in agreement the attraction was there, they wanted to see where this went. Immediately followed by months before she could visit again, vindication in her heart his name hadn't been among the Revanite traitors and a smile splitting her face when his eyes lit up at her arrival.

His hands steady as hers shook after Ziost, rubbing her back, her arm, as she spoke, as she drifted off with her head in his lap. Waking tucked under a blanket on the couch, the uneven tread of his steps in the kitchen a herald of tea that would be ready soon. It would be perfect, even though he'd only made it for her a couple times before.

Soft dawn light playing across his face as they lay in bed, his fingers absently playing with her hair. "We could just walk away, Dessa" he whispered and stars help her she almost, almost said yes. But she had to finish what she started, and needed the resources to do it. He nodded when she said as much and leaned in to kiss her. "I had to try," ghosted against her lips.

She should have said yes.

Why didn't she say yes? Maybe she could've...

He might be...

It should have been her. If one of them was going to die, it should have been her, the jaded ex-Cipher with too many ghosts to carry and too many bad habits to unlearn. Not him, with his open heart and gentle smile. The galaxy could use more like him.

But it had her instead. And she had an Alliance to lead. To protect others from this same loss.

"It should have been me," Odessa insisted one last time, staring down her reflection as she blinked away the tears.

But since it hadn't been, she was going to make it very much the Eternal Empire's problem--Arcann's problem--that she was still alive.

The only way out was forward. She drew a deep, shaking breath and went to inspire her people.

#queens fic #angst prompts #odessa isric #ody/chance #i'm so mean to ody #sorry baby girl #time for her to be a borderline-death-wish Mess for a while #she does not cope with this well AT ALL even if she suspected even from the moment she tumbled out of carbonite :)

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1tsjusty0u · 4 months

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wow this has such majoras mask vibes! (guy who is currently playing majoras mask)

#this is about botw (an au for it)#just. if you take it as ganon hurting everyone else like hes been hurt (being trapped under tbe castle forgotten for ages and ages with nob #ody but himself and the people who trapped him directly above him. also corrupting the sheikah tech used against him (thats a stretch consi #dering the only way he was able to do that was that the king 10000 years ago was awful and buried the tech UNDER THE CASTLE while chasing t #he sheikah out)) + the eye motifs? (majoras eyes being indicators for bosses weak points and ganons malicw eyes) it just. huh #though in botw link doesnt really. well he sort of calls out to people (the champions which could be interesting for character arcs) but ot #herwise its kind of just. three people having a 2 v 1 in a ruined world that just ended up hurtinf all of them #literally nobody can turn back to what they had. not ganon in the past. not link (though i Do have feelings about pre cal link but thats al #l hcs so im not putting that here). and not zelda #and not the champions either (though the only ones grief we really see is miphas. maybe revali?)#its just. literally everything Is There Still.#the guardians. the older ruins like the forgotten temple. the great plateau #on one hand i see the destruction of the castle/monarchy great and will lead to good. but also People Died #deya village. the tabantha village. the characters couldve seen the time before the calamity as Great (even if it wasnt? it all depends! bu #t nostalgia and all that)#so. yeah.#i dunno what the thesis is here i just think its neat #also that one image i can stretch botws theme as much as i can concieve #this also gives me a fic idea. however i feel like i would be doing characters dirty in it

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phantomdecibel · 1 year

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okay so basically all the talk abt my boi euryl inspired me to whip up this quick lil thing now enjoy poli n euryl bullying odys into getting some sleep :)

oh yeah it doesnt have a name. so suffer i guess /j-

“When was the last time he slept, again?” Eurylochus muttered, crossing his arms as he watched Odysseus trip over his feet again. out of the corner of his eye he could see Polites wince, and then relax as their friend managed to right himself and carry on as if nothing had happened.

“I,” Polites hesitated, voice equally soft. “I’m not sure, to be honest. Its… been a while, though, if I had to say.”

Eurylochus snorted.

That much was obvious, and they both knew it. Polites watched Odysseus with an intensity that could rival a god’s, barely blinking as the two of them watched Odysseus stumble again. The man beside him tilted his head, just slightly, to the side, and Eurylochus found himself mirroring his friend. Normally Odysseus would have noticed them by now – following the man around staring was one of Polites’s favourite tactics to get Odysseus’s, or Eurylochus’s, attention and let him know he was about to get in trouble. It was… slightly unnerving, if Eurylochus was being honest, but amusing, too.

Point was; normally Odysseus would have noticed them following him around like this, and either glared them to the point of laughter or shooed them off. The fact that he hadn’t seemed to realize they were there was… concerning.

“If you don’t try talking to him soon,” Eurylochus sighed as Polites started trotting after Odysseus, following at a more leisurely pace, “then I’m taking matters into my own hands.”

“Oh, please don’t,” Polites snickered, glancing back at him. Eurylochus rolled his eyes, and nodded after their friend’s retreating back.

“Better hurry up and try something, then. I wouldn’t be surprised if he tripped over the side of the boat at this rate.”

“Alright, alright,” Polites conceded. Eurylochus picked up his pace so that they were walking side by side, and shared a look with him as Odysseus nearly fell over again. “Okay, okay, I’m going. Cut him off for me?”

Odysseus had never liked being confronted about his own poor self care (none of them did, to be honest), and if he saw Polites approaching him he would probably make a break for it. If he was tired enough though… well, if he were tired enough then Eurylochus should be able to herd the man right into Polites’s trap.

And, well, if that didn’t work…

Eurylochus nodded silently and took off, making his way around Odysseus from a distance. This was an old game by now; one of them would do something dumb, go too long without sleep, for example, and the other two would force their hand in any way they saw fit. It would be telling just how tired Odysseus was if he fell for the oldest trick in the book. There weren’t many good hiding places on the deck of a boat, but Eurylochus wasn’t exactly trying to hide – Odysseus hadn’t noticed him yet anyways.

Which. Concerning.

Eurylochus circled the deck, keeping one eye on his two friends, until Odysseus was sandwiched between himself and Polites. He still hadn’t noticed him, even though Eurylochus was right in front of him.

Looking past his weary friend, Eurylochus caught Polites gaze. The other man nodded, slowly and deliberately, and Eurylochus slowly started deliberately making his way over to Odysseus. Unlike earlier, when he was trying not to be seen, Eurylochus made sure to step a bit heavier than usual, and caught Odysseus’s gaze with a frown.

Odysseus froze when he finally, finally noticed Eurylochus stalking forwards, before wrenching their gazes apart and turning on his heel to hurry away – and running right into Polites.

Gotcha. Odysseus must be exhausted for that to have worked, the trick had been his idea in the first place, and one they used all the time in a number of different situations.

Eurylochus fell back as Polites trapped their friend in a conversation, gesturing with his hands. He didn’t need to know the exact words to know what was being said and what to watch for; while he himself had been in that same position on a number of occasions, Odysseus was the chronic overworker out of the three of them. Him and Polites had long since perfected forcing the stubborn man to get some rest.

Sure enough, Odysseus shook his head, waving a dismissing hand towards Polites. Polites himself didn’t look too surprised, with his hands on his hips and lips pursed with what Eurylochus had long since learned to recognize as concern. He let Odysseus go without too much of a fuss – an unusual sight for most of the crew, who were valiantly pretending they weren’t watching. Polites glanced back over at Eurylochus, though he really didn’t need the signal, already on the move.

His turn.

Odysseus had apparently forgotten he was there, because it was laughably easy to slink up behind him, following in his wake for a couple of steps until his friend relaxed, shoulders slumping as he realized Polites wasn’t following him.

A mistake, really.

Eurylochus lunged, using all the extra speed and strength he’d amassed from years at war to swipe Odysseus’s feet out from underneath him. The man yelped as he fell, flailing a little in surprise, but Eurylochus was quick to catch him and throw him over his shoulder, holding his friend there with one arm.

“Oof–” Unbalanced, there wasn’t much Odysseus could do to protest the rough treatment until he’d gained his bearings, but at that point it was much too late. “Wh– hey! Eurylochus–”

Odysseus struggled, trying to kick him in the side. Eurylochus just weathered through the weak blows, and tightened his grip, hauling the other man off towards his cabin. Polites trailed behind them, snickering and waving the befuddled crew off. Eurylochus turned towards him briefly to shoot his friend a smug smirk, while Odysseus glared between the two of them. Polites rolled his eyes at Eurylochus, but snickered just a little bit louder each time Odysseus’s baleful glare was fixed on him.

“Put me down!” Odysseus hissed, flailing some more. Eurylochus felt him shift, presumably to swipe at Polites. He probably missed though, Eurylochus was holding him too tightly for him to go far, and Polites had been lingering out of reach last time he’d checked. Plus, the man in question only started wheezing with laughter. Odysseus writhed in his grasp, twisting to gently bonk Eurylochus on the head and repeating “Put me down!”

“No can do, Captain,” Eurylochus hummed, amusement dying. As funny as Odysseus’s flailing was, the circumstances were still… concerning. “This is an intervention. You need some sleep.”

“I’m fine,” the man objected in vain. Idly, Eurylochus adjusted his hold on his friend again. Odysseus clearly wasn’t, but he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter anymore.

“You’re not,” Polites gently pushed back. He must have still been a bit too far away, because Odysseus didn’t try to swat at him again. “Eurylochus is right. You didn’t even notice us following you around all day.”

“I did–” but he sounded more petulant than honest. Eurylochus snorted softly.

“We both know you too well for that. It’s bedtime for you.”

Odysseus hissed unintelligibly, kicking weakly again. Polites darted past them, off in the direction of Odysseus’s cabin, leaving Eurylochus to deal with their squirming friend on his own. He grunted as another kick collided with his ribs, but there wasn’t any real force behind it. They both knew that Odysseus wouldn’t be escaping any time soon, even if the man didn’t want to accept it yet.

Still, getting continuously kicked in roughly the same place would bruise eventually, even if it didn’t hurt, and that was something Eurylochus was looking to avoid, thank you very much. Luckily, their destination wasn’t far.

Sure enough, Polites held the door to Odysseus’s cabin open, and grinned as he held up a key at Eurylochus’s enquiring glance. He nodded and darted into the room, studiously ignoring Odysseus’s newly envigored attempts to escape.

This had to be done quickly, in and out before Odysseus had a chance to react, with the door locked before he could reach it to try and stop them. Eurylochus eyed the cot in the corner, piled with a number of extra blankets and pillows Polites must have gathered. Hmm, this should be fine…

It was slightly more difficult with the way Odysseus was flailing, but Eurylochus still managed to drop the man from his shoulder and catch him again without too much fuss. Just a little bit closer, then he could run.

“Do not–” Odysseus hissed, but there was no stopping Eurylochus now.

With one last step, he hoisted Odysseus up into the air and tossed him onto the pile in the corner, turning on his heel and booking it out of the cabin. Polites slammed the door shut in time with a thump coming from back inside, probably Odysseus falling from the bed in a desperate attempt to untangle himself from the blankets, and locked it as Eurylochus held it shut in case Odysseus managed to reach the door before the last step of their plan could be completed.

Seconds after Polites had pulled back with a satisfied grin, something collided against the door with a series of muffled curses. Eurylochus stayed leant against it, but the door held firm. When no further escape attempts followed, he pushed off it to offer Polites, who had fallen to the ground in a fit of laughter, a hand up. Once his friend had composed himself, Polites leant back towards the door, where Odysseus’s footsteps could be heard pacing back and forth.

“Get some rest, my friend!”

Eurylochus nodded, even though their friend couldn’t see him. “We’ll make sure the fleet doesn’t burn down while you’re gone, Captain. You’d better be asleep by the time we get back.”

The two of them waited until Odysseus’s footsteps had stopped, and then a minute more. When it seemed like the man had finally accepted his fate, the two of them crept off.

“That went better than expected!” Polites chirped, clapping his hands together.

“That it did.”

Polites bumped their shoulders together. “I totally thought he was going to bite you, my friend!”

Eurylochus snorted and rolled his eyes, elbowing his friend in retaliation.

“He knew it wouldn’t have helped him,” he side-eyed the grinning Polites, not bothering to fight down his own smirk. “Which is why I’m always the one who grabs him.”

Polites scoffed good naturedly, but didn’t otherwise respond, and they continued to make their way to the bow of the ship.

“What are you all looking at?” Eurylochus called out to the lingering crew. “Full speed ahead!”

Edit: oh yeah forgot to mention – ignore the implication that doors can only be locked from the outside lmao

#the epic the musical brainrot strikes again #epic the musical #the odyssey #eurylochus #polites #odysseus #mans needs a nap lmao #my wrtitng #fic #listen. theyre best friends your honour. brothers. even-#they fear no consequences (bc odys is soft for his friends its not like theyre gonna get in trouble lmao)#...yeah this was entirely an excuse to write eurylochus. sorry not sorry-#my trick for writing characters? everyone is a cat now. just write them as if they were a cat-#/j /j #(can. you tell i was a warrior cats kid XD)

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saltair-and-palemoonlight · 7 months

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Hot girls compulsively check ao3 every two hours to see if their fav fics have been updated

#Looking @ you hey sharpshooter and odi et amo #Pls tell me I spelled the last one right #Hey sharpshooter #odi et amo #lilly talks #wolfstar #ao3 #wolfstar fics #Sirius black #remus lupin

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odielikefromgarfield · 6 months

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just an Update! mangoball cheater cheater is still the funniest fucking thing i’ve ever read in my life and it changed my brain chemistry again <3

#mangoball #cheater cheater #fanfic #mcyt #if anyone has suggestions for fics or project with similar vibes pls send them #odie barks

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gatorlovebot · 7 months

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sorry guys i’m just having an off couple days (i think its weather related, it snowed yesterday and i’m not looking forward to another long and miserable winter) so i’ve been trying to do more comfort tasks (crocheting) but hopefully getting out of the house tomorrow will be the reset i need to get back in a better headspace and to be more active on here. love you guys 🤍

#i’m still lurking obviously but i just don’t have a lot to say at the moment #and i know i don’t have to explain myself but it gives me anxiety not being that active without warning bc i have asks to respond to #and fics to read and reblog and i just don’t want to feel like i’m leaving any ody hanging ya know

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wakeofvultures · 7 months

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Colored version of this sketch of Sulpicia, Athenodora, and my beloved oc, Myrtis from my fic. An attempt at what they'd wear circa the quattrocento.

I changed Athenodora's hair from what I originally planned (aka I stared at Botticelli paintings wondering how the hair works in those for 30 minutes).

Commission Info (if anyone's interested)

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krokaxe · 7 months

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if i may so humbly request... can i see vulpes' silly little outfit :3

One Vulpes in his silly little outfit for you!

#krok.png #krok.ask #Fallout: New Vegas #FNV #Fallout #Vulpes Inculta #Thank you Vinny >:3 #Love a bit of enablement #I'm going to plug this in the fic me thinks #Line: Odi et Amo

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tiredgayloser · 1 year

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Joe Root & Jos Buttler applauding each other from different balconies all over the world.

#joe root #jos buttler #england cricket #cricket #test cricket #cricfam #cricfic #they’re unreal #those smiles 🥹#gif #s #okay but jos in the 2019 odi kit?#hooooly #posting this as i finish up a j2 fic #as i should

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essayofthoughts · 1 year

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for the latest ask game: POV, the scene in odi where cass first meets into the twins?

Well she met Vax first soooooo:

There's a hand in his pocket, light but not quite light enough and damn that's a kid isn't it, too beanpole in the leg and arm to be a halfling as he grabs their wrist. Pale blue eyes look up at him, startled, loose locks of black and grey - grey, on a teenager - hair trailing over their face. Oh shit. Vax thinks. He thinks he understands Vex's whole thing with Trinket now.

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#cassandra de rolo #vax'ildan #rightpastnowhere #ask game #ask #fic things #odi

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queen-scribbles · 2 months

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Occupational Hazard

Here we go, the Ody/Chance fic that started as an angst fill before it ran away with me big time. ~3k, immediately post-Agent story. ---

It was easier to infiltrate Coruscant than she'd anticipated.

A simple slice of the customs terminal and the infamous Cipher Nine was walking out of the spaceport long before her shuttle's engines cooled. She wasn't sure if that was a credit to her skill or a demerit against Coruscant security. That ease, however, was balanced out by the difficulty tracking down who she sought.

Despite the difficulty--and multiple databases she had to crack--she did eventually find herself in the correct wing of the correct hospital, rapping lightly on the doorframe of a dimly-lit room. "Hello, Chance."

It took a moment for him to react, clearly not expecting a visitor at this point in the day. "Legate." He frowned, cocking his head. "What happened to you?"

"A lot," she said reflexively, perhaps a touch bitter before it sank in what precisely he meant. "But this was Corellia." She raised a hand to trace the fresh scars around her left eye, half-shaded by her hair. "Tortured for information by a secret society I was working to topple."

"Did you?" he asked after a beat.

"I did, yes." But she didn't want to talk about Hunter now, that wasn't her purpose here. She shifted. "May I come in?"

He started, then nodded, wincing as he rubbed the back of his neck. "They borrowed my chair for someone with visitors and I haven't gotten it back yet..."

"It's alright," she assured him, crossing to sit on the edge of the bed Up close she could see the haggard traces remaining on his face, though those wounds had healed. "I don't mind. How are you doing?"

He shrugged stiffly. "Better, but nowhere near ready to leave yet. At least there's less oversight here in long-term rehab, so I'm not getting poked every couple of hours. They mostly leave us alone except for meals or if we need something." He fiddled with the bio-monitor cuff on his wrist. "Legate, I-"

"Odessa," she interrupted. "My name. Odessa Isric. We should start off honest this time, hm?"

His ears were pink as he nodded. "I'd like that." He met her eye. "Sollen Rieves."

She'd learned that from tracking him down, but didn't point it out, simply smiled. "Nice to meet you, and I have to admit... that both fits what I expected and doesn't." A sheepish laugh. "If that makes sense."

"It's a good spy name, but I'm not a very good spy?" Chance--Sollen--said wryly.

His tone made her think it was a sentiment he'd heard--or overheard--but Odessa shook her head. "I'm not saying that." She studied him a moment. "And I can't imagine you had much time as an agent for someone to make that assessment."

"You aren't wrong," he muttered, wincing as he attempted shifting to a more comfortable position in the bed.

She gave him a moment to settle, musing on her own thoughts. Briefly as they'd worked together, she'd noted both his openness and kindness as things that wouldn't last long in the espionage business. Either they'd burn out or he would. But Taris had made that a moot point, by all evidence.

"Sorry," he mumbled, finally finding something that worked.

"No need to apologize," Odessa said with a small shake of her head. "You're still recovering."

"Which is going slower than some would like," Sollen said. "But a lot of the damage was internal, so there was only so much kolto could do. They're just antsy to see if they can send me back into the field or need to stick me somewhere else." He shook his head and cleared his throat. "But, anyway, what're you doing here, and" --he glanced out to the hallway, lowered his voice--"why don't you sound Imperial?"

She chuckled. "It can be called for, in this line of work, to carry or drop any number of accents at a moment's need. Including my native one." A small smile. "I can do a Mantellian farmer's twang, if you want an example...?"

Sollen laughed. "No, I believe you."

"I thought it best to not sound Kaasian on the Republic homeworld. As to the first part of your query... I didn't want to wait until you're out for that drink." Odessa started to reach into her jacket pocket, then paused, glancing at the bio-monitor screen embedded the wall nearby. "So long as you're not taking anything that would make that a bad idea?"

"Nothing that strong," he promised with a shake of his head. "Not anymore. Even if I was... it was the company I was looking forward to more than the drink."

"As was I," she said with a smile, slipping out the flask of Alderaanian honey brandy. "But this is very good."

He reached for the water cup on the bedside table, drank the little that remained, and held it out. "So we don't have to keep passing back and forth."

"Smart." She pour a little of the honey-shaded liquor into the cup. "To fruitful conversation, and a speedy recovery for you."

Sollen exhaled a wry laugh. "The second part'll take some kind of miracle, but thanks." He tapped the cup against her flask and they took a drink.

There was enough alcohol bite to make them both clear their throats, but the honeyed aftertaste came in quickly to soothe the tingling burn.

"That is very good." He looked down into the cup, then at her. "Expensive good. I didn't realize Intelligence paid their operatives that well."

"They don't," Odessa said with a small laugh. She swirled the brandy still in the flask as she debated how much detail to go into. "It was a gift. From an Alderaanian baron. His house was point of contact for a mission I had there, not long before being assigned to Kothe's team, actually. In the course of my mission, I... handled some things for the house that made him feel parting gifts were appropriate."

She didn't mention those things had involved unmasking his wife as funding terrorism or preventing a killik hive from absorbing the estate. Or that she hadn't reported the gifts to Imperial Intelligence.

"Ah, so they're bonuses," Sollen chuckled, taking another sip.

"You could call them that," she nodded with a smile as she followed his example. "I've done my best to savor them, but this seemed a worthy occasion."

"I'm honored." His smile faded and he looked down again, scratching at the rim of the cup. "About your assignment with us... Le- Odessa, I wanted to apologize-"

She knew where this was going, and was shaking her head before he finished.

"-for Taris. I should have..." The words trailed off as he looked up and caught her.

"There's no need," Odessa said softly, her own gaze drifting to the window.

"Yes, there is!" He frowned, tone rife with disbelief and indignance on her behalf. "It doesn't matter how scared I was, or how badly I didn't want to die, I shouldn't have done it. I should have trusted-"

"-that an alleged enemy defector you'd worked with for a few days would have your best interest at heart?" she finished dryly.

"You patched me up without needing the keyword, saved my life, so clearly it would have been the right call," he countered.

"But you didn't know that." Trusting people that much in spycraft would get you killed. "I'm not saying it was pleasant, but I understand."

"It's not really about what you would or wouldn't have done without the keyword," he said with a sigh. "It was wrong, and I knew it, and I did it anyway because I was scared. I'm..." He met her gaze, held it. "I'm very sorry, Odessa."

She had to admit, it made something in her chest warm beyond what brandy could accomplish to hear an apology, no matter how unnecessary. More so that he'd attached her name. Enough she had to look away for a moment. "I appreciate and accept that, and you're forgiven."

"Just like that?" He still seemed uneasy.

"Mm. Chance," she very deliberately didn't correct using his code name, "were I in Ardun's position; defector dropped in my lap right when I needed on, foolproof way to make sure this wasn't a trap or otherwise too good to be true, I can't say I would've chosen any differently than he did."

Sollen's grip tightened around the cup. "Really? Even knowing...?"

Odessa took a deep breath and nodded. "It's an occupational hazard for spies," she said softly. "We have to make hard calls, do unpleasant things, to accomplish goals for the greater good, and hope it's worth it."

Sometimes the greater good decides to stab you in the back for doing your job too well.

"I see where you're coming from," he said slowly, "but I don't know if I agree. Once you stop caring about the cost to individual people, or your cause starts demanding you stop caring, I think it stops being the greater good."

She chuckled and tapped the flask against the side of his cup. "Maybe you are too soft hearted for this business," she teased, taking another sip of brandy. "Maybe that's not a bad thing. Maybe..." she sucked her teeth. "...maybe I wish I was more like that. More like you."

The rueful smile and eyeroll at her teasing devolved into a blush and a rather bashful expression by the end. "Maybe it's not too late for you. And... maybe it's irrelevant for me."

Odessa frowned, nails tapping lightly against the metal flask. That was the second allusion like that he'd made. "Irrelevant? Were your injuries that extensive?" He had lost a lot of blood by the time she patched him up in the half-wrecked hospital hall. But he'd gotten to a medevac under his own power and she'd thought...

Sollen nodded, setting down the cup. "I can show you...?" He waited for her faint nod of confirmation before tugging up the hem of his shirt. "This is after two surgeries, three times in a kolto bath, and my first month of rehab."

Medseal wrapped from his hip to just over halfway up his chest, and pocked scars showed higher up, healed as kolto could get them. For it to still be this significant after a year... She winced.

"Granted, the actual injuries only come about here" --he tapped a finger just shy of his navel-- "but it was awkward to keep just that covered, synthskin kept peeling, so they opted to fully wrap. Goes halfway down to my knee, too," he said, letting the shirt fall. "They had to take part of a couple ribs, thanks to how they broke, fix a bunch of internal damage, and they thought they'd have to take the leg, at first. Obviously they didn't, but..." He sighed. "Safe to say my future as a field agent still looks real fuzzy right now."

Odessa nodded sympathetically. "Mm. And... how do you feel about that?"

"Ask me again after another month of rehab," he said with a sheepish chuckle. "Once I know if walking is something I can mange on my own. That'll definitely clear things up. Not sure right now." He picked the cup up and took another drink.

"If you're not... enthusiastic about returning to field work, maybe it's not a bad idea to take other options under consideration," she said.

Sollen nodded absently. "The possibility of a desk job's been tossed around. Analyst or handler." He wrinkled his nose. "Not sure how I feel about that, either. Getting to know someone, multiple someones, and having to not just send them into but watch them deal with dangerous and stressful situations... don't know if I could do it. That might be worse than doing it myself." He gestured to the scarring that ran down the left side of her face. "How'd your handler feel about that?"

"Regretful, but what we were doing was important," Odessa said with a shrug. "And it's part of the job."

"Part of the job..." he muttered. "Well, I have a few months of medical leave to work our if it's a part I want to--or have to--deal with anymore."

"Best of luck with that." She rested a hand on his shin and gave a light, supportive squeeze.

"Thanks," he said wryly, finishing off the brandy. She held up the flask to offer more and he shook his head. "That's enough about me, though. What have you been up to? Aside from toppling secret societies, I guess."

"First of all, I came looking to talk about you," Odessa corrected. "To find out how you were doing, I was worried after Taris. Second, given how entrenched and widespread it was, toppling the secret society has been a bit all-consuming..."

She ran through the story, with most of the details, all the way from Isen Four and Belsavis through the Cabal's ship and her final confrontation with Hunter.

And accepting Ardun's offer to be a double agent. For real this time.

"So... you're working for us?" Sollen asked when she was done, voice pitched low as if to keep secret, but hopeful nonetheless.

"Mm-hm." Odessa picked at the side of her thumb. "I don't know how close to the chest Ardun plays his cards for... sources like me, so it may be that only he, you, and I know my new allegiance."

"Lips sealed, I promise. I know how it works." He smiled. "Thank you for trusting me. If I can ask... what made you accept?"

"I followed orders I didn't entirely agree with, did... things to protect the Empire that were those hard calls I mentioned, almost got myself killed to keep it safe." She sighed. "And my reward for doing my job so well was having my will shackled. Bound to obey whatever they said, because I dared defy a Sith, even one bent on destroying the Empire he was supposed to help lead. I gave everything and was still no more than a tool to them, to rewire as they saw fit." She winced at his expression. Had that much of her hurt bled through? "Sorry."

"It's alright." He studied her face, searching for something. "So what made the Republic seem any better? Kothe and I used the keyword and took advantage of the brainwashing, wouldn't that make us just as bad?"

He would make a good analyst. Examining information for method, not just the end result. "You aren't the ones who did it to me, put an override chip in my brain. You only used it because you were seriously injured and scared" --she reached toward his injured side, stopping before she made contact-- "which makes people do things they normally wouldn't, and Ardun..." She bit her lip. "Ardun was protecting his people. The Sith who ordered it done were protecting their power."

Once she'd started really thinking about that, it never failed to bring a thin smile to her lips. The all-powerful, fearsome Sith so afraid of a single Cipher agent that they shattered her loyalty with the very action meant to guarantee it. It was almost poetic.

"That makes it better?" Sollen asked skeptically.

She shrugged. "Between people and power, I'm far more on board with protecting the former."

"Then maybe you aren't as jaded as you think you are," he said, lightly nudging her hip with his knee.

"That would be nice." Odessa tipped up the flask to empty the last dregs. I have too many ghosts for it to be true, but it would be nice...

He frowned. "If the Empire thinks you're loyal, won't it raise suspicion that you're on Coruscant?"

"Perhaps." She tucked the empty flask back in her pocket. "Imperial Intelligence was dissolved, so I'm not officially an agent. And they think I have the Black Codex from the Star Cabal, thanks to a few... strategically phrased half-truths. No telling where leads from that might take me."

"But if it puts you under scrutiny..." There was worry in his eyes, for her, and it made her heart clench.

"I work well under scrutiny," she promised. "Part of what made me a good fit for Intelligence in the first place was my natural charisma and working well under pressure. My assignment with your team, for example. Even under such scrutiny Ardun used my keyword--and he wasn't wrong to do that, Sollen, Intelligence sent me to stop him--I could have taken down nearly the entire team. Left you to die on Taris, killed Saber, Wheel, Ardun himself, and brought his plan crashing down around his corpse. I was supposed to, that was my assignment, and the only reason I didn't is I didn't want to." A sharp, brittle laugh. "Call it my first act of rebellion after getting free of the... mental restraints."

He stared at her a moment, then chuckled. "You're a little bit terrifying, 'Dessa, and I'm glad your on our side now, even if you weren't then."

"Well, thank you." She hummed a wry laugh, smiling at Dessa. She didn't think he realized he'd done that. She liked it. "I've never liked to kill anyway, unless I have to, and in that case it seemed a good way to start pushing back. Besides," Odessa caught his eye and gave a meaningful smile, "I liked you, most of you. Some more than others."

That blush was back, climbing his neck and ears. "Thanks. We liked you, too... Some more than others."

He was starting to look tired, and she'd pushed this visit longer than was likely prudent regardless, but she wasn't going to pass up an opening like that. "Maybe we should do something about that some more than others?"

Sollen's brows arched, a smile starting to curve his lips before shifting to mild concern. "Do you think it's a good idea? Could get complicated."

"Oh, it will undoubtedly get complicated," Odessa said wryly. Just logistically speaking, with you stuck here... "And I have no idea if it's a good idea, but I want to do it anyway, so long as you do."

He let the smile bloom. "Oh, I do. I'd like to see where this goes." He reached out to tentatively brush his fingers against the side of her hand. "Whatever that means, far as making it work."

"I suspect a lot of me visiting you when I can," she said with a smile, catching his hand before he withdrew and giving a squeeze. "Since it seems your ability to travel will be inhibited for... a while."

He snorted. "Considering I can barely manage to hobble a lap of the room right now, I think 'a while' is being generous. Or politely vague." He squeezed her hand back. "It'll give me something to look forward to."

Odessa nodded, heart pounding. "For now, though, I should probably go. Let you rest and not push my luck."

"Can't deny I need it," Sollen let go of her hand with a reluctant sigh, then smiled. "Thanks for the drink."

She chuckled, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. "You're welcome."

"Next time I'm buying," he said as she headed for the door.

"I'll hold you to that," she said warmly, and slipped from the room, out of the hospital, back to her shuttle. It wasn't until she was strapped in and running preflight that Odessa's smile fully bloomed.

The promise of there being a next time was something she would look forward to as well.

#queens fic #odessa isric #chance #ody/chance #imperial agent #imperial agent/chance #swtor #swtor fic #i wanna write all their Moments together #but with how long this was getting and everything else i wanna work on this makes sense as a oneshot #so i'll add the other scenes as ''chapters'' when i get the chance to write them #fun fact: title stolen from a planned jaaide/sanju oneshot i started literally a decade ago but scrapped bc it wasn't going anywhere #feels right giving it to another agent/side character romance xD

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groundcontrol21 · 2 years

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Sicktember #7

Prompt #7: A Cry for Attention

Characters: Lady Madeleine and Jeanne (original)

Title: Admittance

Summary: France, 15th c. Lady Madeleine pines after her chambermaid, and she may be able to leverage the slight cold she contracts while her husband is away to her benefit in this regard.

Notes: I wrote this right after watching The Last Duel, so I had J/odie Co/mer on the mind and in the heart. Make of that what you will.

The earliest rays of sun peaked out between the curtains, and for the second day in a row, Lady Madeleine awoke to find herself blessedly alone. She stretched herself along the length of the bed; her husband had departed for Orleáns two days previous, leaving her in charge of the estate in his absence. There was little to be done; the frosts had not yet broken enough for the planting to begin. Her husband would be back from his business by then, anyhow.

Madeleine swallowed, feeling that the slight itch which had resided in her throat for the past few days had blossomed into a bit of tenderness. Her nose was slightly congested as well, but to call these discomforts a cold would be to spit in the face of all the colds ever suffered. She scarcely even felt ill at all.

Still, Madeleine settled herself deeper into the bedclothes. The knowledge that her husband would ask nothing of her today was a better balm than could be boasted by any healer. She was content to doze; the weak, pinkish quality of the light streaming from the window told Madeleine she had awoken a good deal before her chambermaid, Jeanne, would be in.

At the thought of her chambermaid, though, the opposite of tranquility took hold of Madeleine. She enjoyed Jeanne’s company like she had never enjoyed that of her husband’s, nay, that of any of her suitors previous. The morning’s ablutions, when Jeanne dressed her and combed her hair and chatted of gossip and memories, were always like an afternoon in midsummer: warmly divine and ever too ephemeral. The day before, Madeleine had hoped that Jeanne would have stayed longer, especially since her husband was gone, but Jeanne had left just as always.

But, Madeleine felt an idea taking root in her mind, if she were unwell, Jeanne would have no choice but to stay with her. Madeleine almost dismissed the idea outright as quickly as it had come, but the thought of Jeanne caressing her cheek to check for fever, helping Madeleine slowly into a warm bath for her aches, spending the day at her bedside… Madeleine shivered. Her husband was a hard, sparse man, and desired that his wife live that way as well. When again would Madeleine have such an opportunity? She would allow herself this indulgence.

She dozed until Jeanne announced her presence with a knock and slipped into the door to the bedchamber. Madeleine huddled in the coverlets and forced a few coughs.

“Jeanne,” she said, the coughs having roughed up her voice. “I feel dreadful.”

Instantly, Jeanne set aside the pot of water she had brought, and fixed her warm brown eyes on Madeleine. “What is the matter?”

“My throat burns,” she said, taking care to sound a bit pathetic. “My head, no, my entire body aches.” She sniffled as emphatically as she could. “Would you bring me a handkerchief?”

“Of course, my lady.” Jeanne scurried to the chest of drawers across the room and took out two, handing them both to Madeleine with a frown. “It sounds as though you’ve taken ill.”

“Oh, I fear I have.” Madeleine buried her nose in the handkerchief, rubbing the ticklish seams beneath her nostrils to coax a sneeze to help her cause. “Ihhh’tschoo! Ihh’SHHH!” She groaned and made a great show of sniffling in the aftermath.

“Poor Madeleine.” Jeanne cupped her cheek, then laid her soft hand across Madeleine’s brow. Madeleine closed her eyes and leaned into the touch, seeking to memorize the way every line in the woman’s hand felt, pressed against her skin. “It doesn’t feel like you are feverish, at least.”

Jeanne’s hand moved again to her cheek, then to the junction between jaw and throat. Was it just Madeleine’s imagination, or did the woman’s touch linger there before she broke away? A fire tugged at Madeleine’s belly, and she took solace in the fact that if she appeared flushed, Jeanne would credit it to her illness.

“Shall I run you a bath? With rosemary oil, to soothe your aches?”

“Please,” Madeleine said, and she hoped she sounded frail rather than breathless as she felt.

Jeanne sent for a member of the kitchen to boil water and have it delivered to the bedchamber, and while her back was turned, Madeleine coaxed forth a few more sneezes. “Ihh’KSHIEW! Hihh’tshhh! Ihh’TSCHIEW!”

Madeleine continued her production as the servants came with the water and oils and tub, sniffling and sneezing and coughing as Jeanne prepared her bath. At each sound, Jeanne looked up at her, beautiful brow furrowed in concern, and if it did not set Madeleine’s chest aflutter so it would have plagued her with guilt.

She leaned against Jeanne as the chambermaid undressed her, relishing in the accidental scrapes of nails against her skin, the unintentioned breath against her neck. The steam and the oils did a better job than Madeleine’s handkerchief could ever do, and her sniffles gave way to another pair of sneezes. “Ahh’KSHH! Heh’TSCHIEW!”

“Oh dear,” Jeanne cooed, giving Madeleine’s bare back a soothing rub. “Let’s get you in the bath, then.

Madeleine sank into the blissful embrace of the bathwater, feeling Jeanne support her the whole way down. The sensation was so heavenly Madeleine almost forgot to cough a bit to keep up appearances. With firm and nimble fingers, Jeanne massaged the oil into her shoulders, her neck, her back, and Dear God, what if she had been using her lips instead… Madeleine jolted with a shiver so violent it shook the tub.

“What’s the matter? Have I hurt you?”

“No, no,” Madeleine said weakly. She cleared her throat and willed herself to be still. “Just a chill.”

“Best get you dry and back to bed, then.”

Jeanne helped Madeleine dry with clean linens, then dressed her back into her nightclothes. Any of the actual symptoms of Madeleine’s half-cold were long forgotten, overshadowed by Jeanne’s tender closeness, the soft little cluck of her tongue whenever Madeleine made a show of misery.

Jeanne tucked her back beneath the bedclothes, and Madeleine caught her wrist as she turned away.

“Would you stay with me?” she said lowly, giving a pitiful little cough. “It is awful to be ill and alone.”

Jeanne smiled softly and took a seat on the bed beside her. She curled her fingers around Madeleine’s, and with her other hand smoothed back the stray hairs gathered on Madeleine’s brow. Jeanne leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to Madeleine’s temple.

Jeanne pulled back slowly, never taking her eyes off Madeleine. Madeleine shifted, Jeanne shifted, and before she knew it there were soft lips pressed against her own, fitting there as none had before. They kissed and Madeleine’s heart began to race as she slotted her hand against the crook of Jeanne’s neck, but all too soon the woman pulled away.

Jeanne sat back, panting. “But you are much too ill for this, my lady.” The title dripped like spiced wine, sweet and teasing, from her lips now.

“I’m not,” Madeleine said desperately. “I’m not, Jeanne. A tickle in my throat, nothing more. I just wanted…” She swallowed heavily, embarrassed now as she admitted to it. “I wanted your attention.”

Jeanne smiled as though the heavens had broken open before her and slipped her hands to the buttons of her dress. “I was beginning to think you’d never admit to it.”

#groundcontrol writes female snz???#absolutely groundbreaking #earthshattering #anyway #my writing #snzfic #the world needs so much more historic snz fic #this was also way more spicy than usual #see what j/odie does to me #sicktember 2022 #sicktember day 7 #ocs: lady madeleine and jeanne

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terribletaletime · 2 years

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Gluttony and wrath

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It was Monday June 19th, 12:01 a.m. When Jon woke up with his stomach biting and growling. He was starved; the one thing on his mind was a savory midnight snack. Well, with how hungry he was it would be more like a midnight feast. He threw his comforter off of his body and hopped onto the floor. He quickly jumped back onto the bed when his feet hit the floor. For some reason, the floor felt as if it were burning.

"What the hell?"

He wondered what could possibly explain this phenomenon. Jon considered for a moment that maybe he was just in a really weird dream, that the boiling floor was just a figment of his imagination. His stabbing stomach quickly proved that theory to be wrong.

"Well... it is summer, I guess. Maybe this is just some global warming thing."

Jon reached down to the floor and grabbed the slippers next to his nightstand. Luckily, these padded his feet enough from the heat to make the ground walkable. He headed into his kitchen to see what delectable delight there was to devour. Even the air in the kitchen felt hot. He was relieved when he opened the fridge and was blasted with a wave of cold air. He smiled to himself when he saw his leftover lasagna from the night before. It was his late great grandmother's recipe. To him, nothing in the world compared. She was fresh off the boat from Italy, and had magical hands when it came to food. Now, his wasn't nearly as good as hers, but by god was it close enough.

Jon walked over to the couch and sat down next to his sleeping dog Odie. He made a chchch sound to delicately wake the dog up and threw him a small piece of the lasagna. Odie snatched it and ran into the next room to devour it. Jon let out a chuckle and turned on the TV. His joy abruptly ended when he saw the screen. There, in bold letters, he saw on the news "HUNDREDS DEAD OVERNIGHT!" His stomach dropped, what was this? John turned up the volume on the TV.

"For the past nine mondays there have been hundreds of unexplained deaths. Entire families go to bed and the next morning nothing but their bones are found. The bones that are found are miraculously completely clean, there is not a speck of flesh or blood found on them. From in-home cameras we're able to estimate it happens sometime after midnight, as all of the camera outages we've tried to recover midnight is the time it goes completely black. Police departments everywhere have said they have no clue how these deaths are occuring. Please, lock your doors and be vigilant."

Just then he was interrupted by a pained whimpering sound.

“Odie?"

He cried out for his dog, but there was no response. He crept through the halls, trying to be as delicate as possible. After what he saw on the TV, he was paranoid that even the slightest noise would get him killed. He walked into his bedroom when he saw the most horrific sight. Odie's bones lay on the floor in front of him. He felt as if he were in a museum looking at a dinosaur exhibit. The bones lay there perfectly cleaned and arranged. He slowly backed up when he heard a creak from the hallway. He ran into the closet and held his breath. Slowly, a giant beast crept into the room. It was cat-like in appearance. It walked on all fours, it was fuzzy and orange with brown stripes, it had whiskers, triangle ears, and a long snout, but there was so much off about it. Its legs dragged as it walked, it was about ten feet in height, its teeth were long and sharp, frothy white foam dripped from its mouth, its eyes were a bright red, its body was engorged with fat, and it had claws the size of a butcher's knife.

"Jooooooooooooon," it said in a deep growling voice. "Where are youuuuuuuuuu? I'm so hungry, perhaps you could feed me."

What was this this thing, how did it know Jon's name, how did it get into his house, and how the fuck did it do that to Odie? All of these questions raced through his mind. His lungs started to burn and his vision was getting spotty. He was holding his breath in for too long, he needed to breathe. The creature circled the room and started to head out when Jon finally let his breath out as it stepped over the threshold. In a moment, the creature ran to the closet door and pried it off.

"Well, hello there friend. I've enjoyed our little game of hide and seek but unfortunately you've lost."

It's laugh rattled the room. In a quick moment, Jon grabbed a coat hanger and jammed it in the creature's eye. It screamed so loud his ears started to ring. While it ripped the hanger out Jon made a run for it. He ran to his front door and tried desperately to run out when he discovered the door wouldn't open. He looked out the windows and everything was pitch black. He couldn't even see the faint glow of the moon. He heard furious thumps quickly approaching and had to think fast. If he couldn't escape, his only hope was to fight. He bolted to the kitchen and grabbed two of his biggest knives. One in each hand, he stood ready for the beast to approach. It didn't take long for the beast to catch up to him. Its eye was bloody, but somehow healed. The hanger... it did nothing. How was that possible, how has it healed already?

"My oh my Jon, what do you have there? What do you plan on doing with those?"

Jon clenched his hands around the knives and grit his teeth. He was terrified and shaking, but he did his best to stand strong and appear as menacing as he could.

"Go to hell!"

He screamed as he ran and stabbed the beast. One knife went through its skull and the other through its heart. The beast wailed in agony and fell to the ground. It lay there unmoving bleeding out. Jon kicked it to ensure its death and let out a sigh of relief once it remained still. He did it, he beat the beast. He avenged Odie. He avenged the hundreds of people that had died. He fell to his knees and wept. All of this was horrible, so so horrible. A rumble came out from in front of him.

"No... please... no..."

The rumble became louder, and soon a laugh followed it.

"Don't you get it, Jon? I can't go to hell, we're already there."

"What?"

Jon lifted up his head towards the beast who was slowly rising.

"I am hell, I am glutton, I am sin. I am Garfield. With me I bring the burning fury of the world, ready to devour all of you pathetic mortals. You pollute the earth with your filth and betray your fellow man with your selfish desires. For every one good deed done by a mortal, there are a hundred horrid actions done. I am here to rectify gods pathetic mistake and eradicate every last one of you."

The beast now stood tall, fully healed from its wounds. He had tears in his eyes, he had never been more scared.

"It's over oh my god it's over I'm dead I'm so dead"

He repeated the same thing in his head over and over again as the beast got closer, when he noticed there was an opening. He ducked and sprinted underneath the beast's legs and ran for his life. He ended up running down the stairs and shoving himself into his basement closet. He was trapped. It was only a matter of time until the beast would find him. What was he going to do? He couldn't escape the house and he couldn't fight the beast. He felt hopeless until he noticed something in the corner of his eye. A box of rat poison sat on the shelf next to him. If he couldn't kill Garfield from the outside, maybe he could from the inside, but how would he get him to ingest it? He thought for a moment until the sad reality dawned on him. There was no escaping Garfield's wrath. He will find Jon, and he will eat him. This was an inescapable truth. However, if Jon eats the entire box of rat poison, and then Garfield eats him, maybe he too will be poisoned. Maybe Jon's death can mean something, maybe, just maybe, he can save others. The beast's footsteps grew louder as Jon shoveled the fistfuls of poison into his mouth.

"This will work. It has to," he thought as he heard the closet door behind him creak open.

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