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My brother is planning on getting chickens
We repurposed our bunny's old house and everything
Guys, chimkens.......
#i swear that i loved queue#ah also hellow#i swear if it's not the college stuff or bad thoughts keeping me away from here then it's the renovation plans back home#like last week was pretty great#spring is in the air my birthday is almost here#and BECAUSE spring is here there's always something#hope yall are doing wonderfully love you#random squeak
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margaret
tj hughes x fem! reader
warnings?: cursing, kissing, fluff!!
when you know you know
masterlist
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as you finished packing your bags, you hung up the facetime and turned to your fellow team girlfriend, alexis.
“i’m so excited for this trip, i still feel so new to the group, it’s only been 4 months so it’ll definitely be nerve wracking.” you admit to her
“we all love you so much, you have nothing to worry about. we all hoped tj could land a girl like you.”
“you’re too nice stop it.” you say, a blush creeping onto your cheeks.
“no i’m being serious. he’s a good, sweet, and responsible guy. we’re so glad he has you, and then we also get to have you. it’s a win win.” she smiles as you hug her.
“are you sure it’s okay that tj and i have our own car? it’s a long drive, id feel bad if only we traveled alone.”
“yes babe, it’s totally fine.” she laughs exiting your room.
“goodnight lex.” you call out.
“good night y/n.” she yells back.
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early the next morning, the lot of cars arrive outside to pick the girls up.
“i’ll see you when we get there.” alexis smiles climbing into the vehicle with rutger and kayleigh.
“you ready to go?” tj asks, appearing next to you leaving the car running.
“yep.” you say smiling.
“me too.” he replies kissing you on the cheek and grabbing your luggage.
“you don’t have to carry that.”
“well i’m not letting you so, it doesn’t matter.” he replies back and you roll your eyes jokingly.
“catch yall in pcb.” frank says rolling the window down before they take off down the street. tj opens the car door for you to get in and puts on the playlist you two made together.
“damn, long drive.” you scoff looking at the screen.
“yeah well at least it’s just me and you.” he says placing a light hand on your thigh.
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“teej?”
“yeah baby?”
“can we stop? i need a snack.”
“yeah of course, look at the exit signs and let me know.” he says without hesitation.
“this next one has a nice gas station.”
“perfect.” he says, pulling off the long interstate. you enter the gas station grabbing a few snacks and drinks for the ride. you place them all on the counter and they get rung in.
“your total is 11.84. cash or card?” the woman asks.
“card.” tj interrupts stepping up beside you.
“tj i-“
“don’t care, i’m paying.” he smirks before quickly pecking you on the side of the head causing you to giggle. the pair returns to the car, snacks in hand, for the remainder of their 15 hour ride.
“is it okay if i take a nap? i woke up at 4 and it’s really ruining my vibe right now.” you ask.
“yeah of course, however long you need.”
“okay i just wanted to make sure, didn’t wanna leave you lonely.”
“i’m never lonely with you.” he smiles turning to look at you which you gladly return. you shut your eyes with your head leaned up against the window, praying this long drive could be over soon so you could enjoy time with everyone. you were quick to slip from reality soon after you shut your eyes. after what seemed like a few short minutes you woke up and saw the clock had gone from 12 pm to 3 pm.
“woah i slept for a long time.” you say quietly breaking the silence.
“good morning sunshine, how’d you sleep?” he giggles.
“oh i slept wonderfully.” you reply stretching out.
“we only have about 7 more hours to go.”
“ONLY?” you say in disbelief, this ride was endless.
“yeah i know, it’s taking forever. they’re like a solid hour ahead of us.” tj says.
“wow we’re gonna be fashionably late.”
“that’s because we’re awesome.” he turns to you smirking.
“totally.”
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those 7 hours passed dreadfully and you’d finally arrived. you see the condo building approaching.
“finally.” you sigh as tj passes it without hesitation.
“isn’t that where we’re staying?”
“no baby, that’s where they’re staying.” he smirks.
“what do you mean they’re staying?”
“my aunt owns a house a little further down the coast. she’s letting us stay there.” he says placing a hand back onto your leg.
“you’re joking?”
“not joking.”
“who else is there?”
“it’s just for us y/n.”
“like we have a whole house just for me and you?” you ask and he nods.
“does everyone already-“
“yes, they know. i told them.” he quickly replies.
“they weren’t mad?”
“no of course not. we’ll still see them.” he giggles, squeezing your leg slightly. you pull into the driveway of a gorgeous beach house. as soon as the car is off, you open the door and inhale the salty scent of the ocean.
“it’s beautiful.” you say.
“i’m glad you like it.” he says grabbing your luggage and carrying it up the front steps. he unlocks the door, opening it for you to enter. you observe all of the cute and modern coastal decorations that littered the entryway.
“where’s my room?” you ask.
“you mean our room?” he says and you turn your head.
“this is our first big trip together, of course we’re sharing a room. i don’t wanna spend a split second away from you.” he says hugging you from behind.
“oh i’m so excited. i’m gonna go unpack.” you say grabbing onto his arms.
“sounds good, i’m gonna go grab my stuff.” he says pulling away and exiting the house back out to the car.
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after you finished unpacking everything, it was late. you’d spent the whole day in the car and just finished unpacking at a ripe 10:30 pm. you step into the bathroom, pushing your hair back with your big tacky bow headband to wash your face. once your skincare was complete, you walk back into the room to tj already tucked in, waiting for you to join him.
“i love that pink headband you use to wash your face. it’s so goofy.” he says as you tuck yourself under the covers.
“it keeps my hair out of my face and i look great in it.”
“touché to that.” he giggles reaching over to pull his lamp string.
“goodnight my love.” he says kissing you sweetly on the lips.
“goodnight tj.” you smile, rolling over and drifting off into a peaceful sleep. when you wake up the next morning, the bed is cold and empty.
“what the-“ you say looking over at the alarm clock that read 8:30. you get out of bed and slide on your slippers, waltzing into the bathroom to put your contacts in. you make your way out of the bathroom and follow the strong sent of something being cooked, which lead you to the kitchen. you’re met with tj leaned over the stove in his boxers and your bright pink bow headband.
“good morning.” he smiles at you.
“good morning my beautiful bow head.” you giggle walking into the kitchen to kiss him on the cheek.
“hey it really does keep my hair out of my face.”
“and you look great in it.” you say, just like he had last night.
“honestly, can you order me one? cards in my wallet on the counter.”
“yes teej, i’ll order you a pink bow headband.” you laugh.
“i’m being fully serious i hope you know.” he says turning to you smirking.
“you are very hard to take serious in that bow babe.” you state, pulling up amazon on your phone.
“i’m a very serious person, haven’t you noticed.” he scoffs, returning his focus to the pancake that was ready to flip. you order him his prized bow headband and pull yourself up onto the counter to watch him hard at work. once he’s finished his cooking, the two of you eat and get ready for a day alone at the beach.
“white or purple?” you say holding up your bikinis.
“whichever one shows more of your butt.” he says, his words muffled by his toothbrush. you took note of the grey swim shorts he was wearing and how they complimented his skin tone. he was practically irresistible.
“lord.” you laugh, setting the white one back in your suitcase.
“what? is it a crime to stare at my girlfriends butt?” he asks, spitting the remaining toothpaste out.
“no tj, it’s not.” you laugh, changing into your swimsuit.
“look at you, do a spin.” he smiles getting a good look at you. you do as your told and approach him, his arms wrapping around you and sliding down your back onto your ass as your arms linked around his neck.
“you’re so beautiful.” he smiles.
“all you babe.” you reply kissing him and pulling away.
“got everything ready?” he asks, picking up the two chairs.
“yup, i’m ready to go.” you say, leading the pair out the door. after a few hours spent on the beach together, you come back to the beach house to get ready to go to dinner with everyone.
“first day at the beach, check.” you say setting everything down on the deck, out of breath from the hellish walk back.
“new favorite thing, going to the beach with you.” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your warm sunkissed cheek.
“baby, i’m getting in the shower.” you call out from the bathroom before starting the water. once it’s a temperature you liked, you step in, washing away all the remaining sand. completely relaxing in the shower. once you were fully rinsed, you step out and wrap your body in a fluffy white towel before hearing tj’s voice. you could tell he was on the phone so you tip toe over to the door, pressing your ear up to it, trying to see who he could be talking to.
“it’s been great mom, the weather is so nice.” he says, you not being able to hear the other end of the conversation.
“she’s been incredible. couldn’t ask for a better woman.” he says before pausing for a good while.
“i really do think i love her mom. i don’t think i’ve ever felt this way about-“ he begins and you back away from the door, not wanting to spoil anything for yourself.
“he loves me?” you whisper to yourself, your heart growing giddy at the fact that you felt the exact same way. you just never knew when to say it. you finished drying off, blowing out your hair and exiting the bathroom.
“bathrooms free if you wanna shower.” you smile at the strawberry blonde boy.
“perfect, i’ll be out in like two seconds okay?” he states.
“okay.” you blush as he kisses you on the head in passing.
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the two of you got ready for dinner, listening to your playlist.
“which button up?” he asks holding up two of the shirts you’d bought him.
“i like the white one, we’ll be matchy matchy.” you laugh, applying a layer of aquaphor. he reappears in the doorway in his shirt and gives you a little twirl.
“you look great babe.” you giggle stepping towards him and attaching your lips to his.
“i’ll never look better than my lady. look at you, pure perfection.” he says, grabbing your hand and twirling you around.
“okay baby, let’s go, don’t wanna be late.” he says grabbing the keys and opening the front door for you.
“so where is it we’re going?” you ask buckling your seatbelt.
“well we have to make a pit stop first since the sun is setting. told them to give us 30 more minutes.” he winks at you.
“tj we are not fu-“
“that is not what i was implying, chill out.” he laughs, placing a hand in your lap and you interlock your fingers with his. he drives to a beach just down the road and pulls into a parking lot. you meet at the front of the car, him reaching his hand out to yours and you gladly accept. you both remove your shoes before walking down the short path to a beach that was completely empty.
“this is so peaceful.” you say as you get further out onto the beach.
“my mom and i used to come here every first sunset of our trips.” he smiles, stopping in his tracks.
“it’s beautiful tj.” you say looking around. he grabs onto your other hand to focus your attention onto him.
“just like you.” he smirks.
“stop you’re gonna make me blush or whatever.” you giggle together.
“listen y/n. we’re been together for 5 months 2 weeks and 4 days. those have been the best 5 months 2 weeks and 4 days of my life all because of you baby. you make my everyday so much brighter. i couldn’t stand living another day without telling you how much i love you. i love you so much i don’t even have to proper words to express it. you’re so beautiful, gracious, funny, sweet, kind. the list could go on forever. you’re fucking incredible. i love you so much.” he says, not losing your eye contact a single time, even as the tears welted up, eventually spilling over.
“i love you tj, i love you so much.” you say hugging onto the boy.
“why are you crying honey?” he giggles holding onto you tightly.
“i’ve never felt this way before. which sounds so tacky but everything just feels right with you. no icks, no complaints, nothing. you’re perfect i love you.” you say grabbing onto his face and bringing his lips to yours.
“you think we can still make it to dinner in time?” he giggles pulling away and wiping your tears delicately with his thumbs, bringing his lips to yours again for a short moment.
“i think we can, come on.” you say grabbing his hand and running back to the car. you make it back completely out of breath and quickly rinse your feet to get in the car, speeding off down the road to get to dinner. once the two of you finally arrive, you enter the restaurant to everyone sitting and waiting for the two of you.
“sorry for the hold up guys.” tj laughs pulling your chair out for you before he takes a seat beside you, placing an arm around your waist.
“and no before any of you fuckers ask, we were not having sex in the parking lot.” you say pointing at duker and rutger.
“hey i wasn’t gonna say anything.” dylan says defensively.
“he’s right, but i definitely was.” rutger says and kayleigh smacks him on the arm.
“what was the hold up then hm?” mark asks as frank nudges tj’s arm.
“you guys are acting like i proposed or something.” he laughs.
“well?” mark repeats.
“i told her i loved her.” he admits and the whole table smiles and rutger hands dylan a 20.
“yall bet on us?” you laugh.
“sure did.” duker smirks as rutger flips him off.
“did you say it back though?” alexis asks from beside frank.
“yes i sure did.” you smirk, leaning on tj’s shoulder as his hand brushed gently up and down your side.
“new official lovers have entered the group, we’re getting crazy now guys.” ethan says causing the whole table to laugh. this trip turned out to be the best thing that could’ve happened this semester, you were there with your best friends and what turned out to be the only guy you’ve ever truly loved.
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(sorry for the tacky ending, didn’t know how to round it off😍)
#tj hughes#umich imagine#umich hockey#rutger mcgroarty#mark estapa#ethan edwards#dylan duke#turcs’ talk#tj hughes x reader
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I just wanna say, for everyone doing the mafia au right now. You've all done such a wonderfully lovely job! The storytelling, art, just it's awesome!!!! BUT honest to the gods! Yall make me laugh and cry so bloody hard. Seriously, I'm literally attached to them.
But still, I hope you all know you've done a splendid job, and I can't wait to see more!
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Good evening, lovely Cat Mom! 👋🏻😸💖
I hope that this message finds you well.. aka feeling wonderfully insane, feeding the delightful dark things in your mind, and continuing to fuel your obsession with our favourite undead Mommy! 😌💞
I felt it necessary that this particular part of your reply to one of my asks deserves its own little response from me because [ *sounds of lesbian feral screaming into her pillow* ] 😩😻
(Tbh I´ve been itching to use the term "mate" for our poor little Drama Queen for a while now because it´s got such a feral feeling to it and it tells us quite a bit about Momma´s inner workings because mate is basically the equivalent to mine mine mine now and forever and there´s probs lots of biting going on and mating dance and courting and chasing is foreplay and also brrrrrrrrrr and 🥵)
As a lover of A/B/O fiction and primal kink stuff.. this sort of thing drives me crazy! It makes me vibrate with need! 🥴😵💫 Therefore, I am obviously eternally grateful for you seeing reader as Momma’s mate, and viewing Ellie as an alpha, and including those descriptors in your writing.
As soon as there is any sort of mention of things such as: being someone’s mate, being owned, the alpha / omega dynamic, predator / prey roles, foreplay in the form of being chased / hunted, being marked or bitten as a form of visible ownership, claiming / being claimed, mating, and breeding.. I am done for! 🥵😮💨
RIP me.. in the best possible way! 😻💘
Also, this little snippet from your reply to someone else’s ask:
“..clearly you approve of her display of strength, of showing who’s at the top of the food chain - an apex predator, an alpha-“
Upon reading that line alone:
I am feeling rather insane over Momma’s mating dance, as her showing off her alpha prowess and proving herself to be more than a worthy mate for reader involving her slaughtering those who she sees as possible competition ( aka absolutely anyone! ) in front of you to impress you, and leaving absolute carnage and utter chaos in her wake in her attempts to court you, is just so.. afshdkfkehshdkhddhaaaaaagh! 🤤
Where do I sign up for an unhinged woman to treat me this way? SIGN ME UP! 🖊️🙏🏻
AIGHT YALL please do line up right here-
*gestures losely to the hole that´s opened up*
- for a one-way ticket to hell.
But be warned because it´s swarmed with unhinged, murderous, demonic women lusting after your flesh and blood and other bodily fluids and limbs might get sent flying absolutely everywhere SO strong is their desire, their instinct to climb inside your body so that you can be one now and forever because they need to be with you every second every step like a leech and eternity can be rather long lemme tell ya so it is strongly advised to proceed with caution and take a moment to think very carefully about-
...alright then.
(Yall thirsty af, shame on you.)
But where are my manners?!
HELLAW lovely ghost aka was Mommy! 🥰💕
Your messages are always so fucking sweet and thoughtful I- 🥺💗🥺💗🥺💗🥺
ALSO, reading through your ask made me realize how utterly delicious deranged!Maggot Momma sounds even thought that´s literally my view of her so I SHOULD know how it sounds but seeing someone else wrapping it all up so nicely and with these words (alpha prowess made me melt) is just another thing entirely and makes me feel things. 🥵🥵🥵🥵
(Also, I feel it necessary to point out that my brain is a fountain of insanity and it doesn´t look like it´s gonna be exhausted anytime soon.)
And AOSFNASLNÖSAGANK primal!Momma is delicious ain´t she?? And just thinking about anything involving A/B/O universe with Maggot Momma is- I-
IDEAS THOUGHTS FEELS-
OKAY LISTEN,
I think it´s become quite clear by now that I, indeed, view Momma as the alpha, the leader of the pack (of Undeads). There´s this certain dynamic going on between her and the other Deadites/demons and it´s very likely I´m going to delve deeper into that in the future because pack dynamics (especially of the demonic kind) are just a special kind of 🥵
My recent work is a pretty good example of what we can expect of Momma & The Pack in the future and how she deals with things like insubordination.
...Insubordination concerning that bunch of misfits of course. Not her perfect Drama Queen because her mate can do no wrong because they´re perfect and if yall ever dare even implying such a thing then Momma´s personally gonna drag your ass to hell where you can rot for all eternity.
But yeah, it´s basically Maggot Momma constantly feeling this need to prove herself and gallavant about - showing everyone that alpha prowess - because not only does it secure her place as the top dog but (she thinks) it also lets her have allll the puss-
I mean-
As with all (or most) animals, the only things that matter when it comes to laying claim to a female are strength and size. And Momma´s got both.
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Kintober Day 2/3 - Breeding, Exhibitionism
Pairing: Jason Kolchek x Salim Othman x reader
Word count: 2020
Genre: Kintober, smexy time, rating M, smut, 18+ yall know thr drill
Warnings: slight breeding kink, exhibitionism, fingering, p in v, threesome, a little bit of edging because Jason deservs it, what plot there's no plot
So I'm a mess right now, and I figured if I can't write one theme every day i'll combine them into one fic because IM A SLOW BITCH.
The first theme is right here if ya want a peek. Anyway, without further do, hope yall enjoy it💕
The week went wonderfully, almost as it was planned with Zain's visit on Monday. Seeing the boy was one special occasion since he moved up to London, while Salim decided he would stay with Jason and you, as it was "more economical" to be a "flatmate" with two of his most trusted friends. The visit was indeed quite pleasant; while Salim chewed down all 10 of his fingers, you made sure that the house would shine by the time Zain came, and Jason looked for some fun activities and places to visit. It was fun having the young boy here, so oblivious to the fact that his father started a rather interesting relationship with the two of you.
It wasn't official yet- how would Salim prop this subject up so easily and so early for his son that he started dating not one but two people at the same time… But it was there, bubbling between you three for some time now, a mutual pining for the other, playing with open cards.
And as much as you enjoyed getting to know more about Zain, and peeking into the bond with his father, it was pretty damn hard to contain yourself and the two men for a whole week.
No touching, no flirting, not even the slightest of suggestive looks between the three of you, in fear that Zain would catch something before it's time to tell him. As much as you loved the boy and the time you spent with him; the first thing you did when you finally departed from him was to push your tongue down Salim's throat, while Jason started to get him undressed.
"Missed me much?" Salim chuckled breathless when you finally broke the fevered kiss, raiding his arms when Jason pulled on his shirt.
"The whole week." You mumble into his lips, teeth nibbling on his plump lower lip.
"Give yourself credit darlin," Jason draped his arm over Salim's ass, squeezing his side. He leaned over Salim's shoulder to steal a quick kiss from you, -a small praise for your iron will,- before he moved over to Salim's neck, licking a long line along his pulsing vein. "Out of the three of us you were the most patient one." Jason's lips moved over the older man's ears, you giggled seeing his earlobe disappear into Jason's mouth.
It was already too much, too overwhelming for Salim- you felt between your legs his knees tremble as he grabbed your hips, head falling back into Jason's shoulders, a hoarse moan escaping deep from his throat.
"Stop it, you two before I lose it." Somehow he still had enough presence of mind to start pushing you backwards with one hand hooked into your belt, grabbing Jason's arm with the other. "Up, now." He ordered, swallowing hard, and thanks to his luck you and Jason actually listened to him, before you started your devilish play with the older man.
Taking down the clothes was a challenge- messy movements, entangled limbs between heated storms of kisses. While you helped Jason unbuckling his belt, Salim took down your bra, Jason fumbling with the shirt buttons on Salim's chest.
You didn't remember how long it took, or how you ended up on the bed, but suddenly there was Jason's head on your chest, tongue already mapping out the shell of your breast, as Salim leaned down onto Jason's back to plant soft kisses over his shoulder blades.
"Fuck, I missed this." You hissed, back arching into Jason's face as he sucked in one of your hardening nipples. "I missed you." You meant it for both of them equally. There were no lower or higher stages where these two stood- in your heart both Salim and Jason took an equal place.
Over Jason's shoulder you locked eyes with Salim, his deep brown eyes wandering over your features, his expressions softened for a second.
"You look so beautiful, Habibee." He rasped
a smirk appearing over his lips, one hand closing up to hold your chin. "So soft and perfect."
Then, the warmth of his hand left you; you watched moving it over yours and Jason's body, sneaking between your middle.
A moment later suddenly Jason pushed himself upwards, gasping and swallowing thick.
Immediately you followed his body, sitting on your heels, you found Salim's hand slowly pumping Jason's hardening cock. His back bent over the older man's chest as he let himself go loose in his embrace, grunting out Salim's name.
Smiling, you pushed your body against Jason, feeling his quickly rising chest, Salim's hand slightly brushing your inner thigh in the process.
"Come on Jarhead, let us hear how you like this." Salim growled into Jason's ear, sharing a smug grin with you, as you hummed in agreement.
"The biggest tease all week and now suddenly the cat took his tongue." You continued, voice honeyed, so innocent to the ear.
Leaning down you nuzzled your nose into Jason's collarbone, teeth biting gently on the soft, freckled skin.
"F-fuck." He blurted out, hands swinging around your middle to grip your ass. You squealed, but Salim quickly leaned over to silence you with a kiss. "You two fuckin' ruin me I swear." Jason gritted under his teeth, trying to turn his head to the two of you.
"We try Hayati, we try." His hand stopped, right under the large vein on the underside, Jason's tip nudging your navel.
A chuckle left Salim when Jason let out a frustrated whine, trying to move between your bodies.
"I– goddamnit why did yall stop?" A deep line appeared over Jason's temple when he looked down at you- almost offended and you placed a smothering kiss over the corner of his mouth.
"I think it's only fair, after you teased us non-stop for five days. Don't you think, Salim?" You pondered, not paying attention to the grip, Jason started to unleash on your ass. He fondled your flesh, steady and calloused fingers palming all over your bottom.
"Indeed Habibee. My love, you were a pain in the ass for quite some time now." He let go of Jason, only to graze your curves up and down, looking between you and the younger man. "I say let him struggle a little." He winked at you as he gently cupped your breast.
Closing your eyes you let the warm tingle spread over your chest; pussy clenched as your arousal rose in you.
"Hmmm what shall his punishment be?" You moaned over Jason's neck, lips nipping under his jaw.
Your body shook along with Jason's when Salim left the both of you, knees coming beside you, his arms pushed down on Jason's chest.
The younger man fell onto his back, his hard dick laying over his happy tail. With pupils blown wide, Jason licked his lips impatiently studying yours and Salim's form as the man turned to you.
"You can only watch, no touching." Salim declared looking at Jason, his hand sneaking over your waist.
The look on the young man's face was almost painful, lips pursed tightly together, hearing the conditions. You giggled seeing him like this like a child who was denied entry to enter the candy store, but your thoughts could not be on Jason's pouting when Salim brushed his fingers between your wet folds.
With a sigh you arched your hips into his touch, his fingers making precise work smudging your wetness over your pulsing cunt. His thumb came to rub lazy circles over the sensitive nub as he carefully eased you down into the pillows.
"Soaking wet already…" He mumbled, loud enough so Jase could hear him. One hand coming to rest beside your head, Salim pushed up and apart your legs with his thighs, kneeling between them. "So soft and warm under my fingers."
You bent your head into the pillows, jaw falling open as he picked up a steady rhythm, slowly rocking himself into the move.
"You better watch Jason, how delicious she is. Let me make our Hayati sing so sweetly."
Over your lashes you caught as Jason turned to your direction, his cock in hand, bucking his hips into the fists, wrapped around it.
You sucked in your bottom lip, watching him getting off only by watching you two, indeed he didn't touch either of you, and Salim said nothing about if Jason can touch himself or not.
"Look at you Jarhead, already unable to hold back yourself? What are you thinking? Which one of us are you fucking?" Salim pulled his hand away from you, a whine leaving you as the warm waves of your climax stopped.
Before you could have complained about your needs, Salim moved closer to you, taking himself into his hand. He pumped his cock a few times before he leaned down over you.
His soft, curly hairs on his chest tickled your breast when he hovered over you, slowly lining the tip of his cock up to your entrance, gathering your essence over it. He grabbed your right leg, fingers wrapping under your knee, he lifted your leg up, positioning your hips into his form.
He quickly looked over to Jason, and when the younger man brought his hand down to the base of his cock, Salim snapped his hips into yours with a smooth motion.
A high pitched moan came from your mouth, your breast bouncing with the force, he drove into you, matching his pace with Jason's hand.
The knot in your stomach twitched – at this obscene scene with your men, always including all three of you somehow, when it came to pleasuring one another. Watching Salim drove into you, feeling every vein as he stroked your clenching walls, both of you moaning when a deeper trust hit your cervix.
Salim knew your body like his own hands, angling his cock with the right move to reach far within your pussy, his tip nudging the spongy spot that could tear you apart under just a few moments.
"Fuck Salim" You panted, pushing your heels into his lower back. "I'm almost there."
Grunting he leaned down, capturing your lips, tongue parting them for better access.
"You gonna come on my cock, beautiful? Gonna make me fuck you untill I'll fill you to the brim." He rasped, chest heaving as his gaze roamed over your face. "Fuck Hayati, can I cum inside you? Let me have my seed in you. You would look amazing with my child in your belly."
Your sight went blurry, as the knot tightened in your core, and with a twitch your orgasm washed over your body, locking down your muscles. You opened your mouth for a silent cry, your walls gripping around Salim's cock, and he swore under his breath, driving himself up into you, until his balls hit your hot skin.
You felt his body tremble, his cock pulsing in you, painting your walls with his relief. Tilting your head to the side, you just caught when Jason rode out his high, cum flowing down on his fingers, his throat bobbing up and down.
After a few moments Jason flopped down beside you, eyes already fighting against the tiredness. You took his hand, his juice still glossing on it and brought it up to your mouth, to suck them clean.
You hummed satisfied, devouring every drop of his cum, tasting the salt on your tongue.
Salim grunted, finally pulling out from you, the emptiness hitting you unexpectedly. As he laid down on your other side, his palm rested on your leg, pushing it down to your other leg.
"Let's keep you close for a while. I meant it when I said I want to make you pregnant." He said gently hovering over you to plant a soft kiss onto Jason's lips.
"Next round I'll start with you Habibi, alright?" He promised winking.
"And when will it be?" Jason snorted, already drawing circles into your skin on your stomach.
"A matter of minutes." You heard Salim say, and you couldn't stop the giggle when Jason huffed.
A few minutes will do all of you good, getting fresh and ready for the upcoming events.
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hi natalia! i hope life has been treating you well and that you're doing amazing.
i wanted to say, i love your account so very much! everytime i go through the f1 tags on here i'm alway searching for your username among the fics and safe to say is you have never ever disappointed me. when i first got into the fandom you were definitely one of the blogs that really hooked me in. oh girl you don't know how ecstatic i was going through your masterlist, i literally felt like i was camping in that one post going through everything in one night. still, even now i love going back and reading it again because that little spark of joy i feel clicking the links to every au is the reason i love to be on tumblr!
you never fail to deliver an insanely good level of world building like this is kind of surreal to me, because you give us such a fresh and wonderfully blissful take on social media au's. it's super cool to see you explore all types of medias like articles, blogs, twitter, instagram, youtube videos—i feel like you've used EVERYTHING girl. all your posts are sooo long and idt people realize how much work you have to put in to make a cohesive story like that?? + using all sorts of outlets ur an actual beast at this wow. and it's not just the way you deliver it, it's also all the ideas that you have. i'm a huge sucker for the deep lore ones that are like the ones involving racing teams and stuff. it's so great to see your takes on real time events and how it could've been if this or that happens. the readers are also of so much variety, i hope you keep doing that bc it adds a lot of potential and spice into the story. royal au is also sooo good! your account to me is basically girlhood personified. i'm always so immersed in it that i forget i'm reading an au... that really shows your effort in the work you put out. i can tell the time you spent crafting these pieces i mean WHO goes this far and wide if not pucksandpower?? ur the backbone of my mental health i would've gone in the trenches if it weren't for you... that's my mother ya'll. there is not one fic of yours that does not have me at the toes of my feet, all giddy to click the "keep reading" button. i wish for you to know that i, and i'm sure many others who follow you, really appreciate all the work you put in! i'm lowkey like suspicious with how real and professional some of the articles you make are bc how is that not something that would come out of an actual blog? 😭
AND OHHHMYGOOOD you are doing god's work for feeding my delusions on giving charles leclerc the team that he deserves. seeing the newey reader fic, that was when i knew you were ON to something like this girl is special she's doing all the research.. babe you could be the new damn chief tech officer if you wanted to i mean. you are operating in levels that we can't even comprehend?? one step ahead in everything. when i read your cl stuff in my heart i'm rooting for this man so bad and like if this isn't happening irl at least pucksandpower got my back like... you know what they say about delusions=manifestations so if we keep this up yall i believe it can be real trust me i've seen it in my head....
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Hi, my love! Thank you so much. I totally teared up reading this and I am not the slightest bit ashamed to admit it. Every single thing I post is crafted with love — I do it because I love working on them and because I love being able to make my fellow fans happy through my work. There truly is no more rewarding feeling. I have posted a whopping 119 fics/imagines/AUs on here and typing that number out really made me realize how crazy that is and how far I have come since I started this blog back in November
I can’t lie, sometimes the research and time I put into each of my works can feel overwhelming at first but I am always proud of the end product and especially happy to share it with you all. Some are lighthearted fun and I can have them completed in a few hours while others run deeper and can take me days upon days to finish. I truly want to build a mini immersive world through each of my AUs and I am so happy that you have been able to get that experience through them
Also I like to say that delusions make the world go round (and help keep us sports fans semi-sane) so I am more than happy to contribute on that end
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i’m obsessed with HIA! it’s wonderfully written and i’m not ready for it to be over so soon… i can already see myself rereading those 30 chapters religiously… over and over again… we definitely need more eli/athena content!! and alice too!!!
ALSO please say you’ll do christmas bathena but like in the HIA universe??!!! 😍😍😍
oh, this is so sweet. seriously, i struggle reading my own stories so like this is so cool finding people willing to reread it all over again. i swear, i just write and don’t realize how…long this story has become. like at some point, yall have to scream at me to pump the breaks, right?! but it’s always so cool to find people who seem to really enjoy HIA because i do love writing it and i try to give you guys the best i got. so thank you for this!
literally right now, i am doing test runs for the dishes i’m preparing for Christmas so i can’t promise i’ll have something for you guys but i can try, okay? i can take some time today and come up with something to share. but again, no promises! 😉
i hope you guys have a wonderful holiday season and wherever you all are, you’re happy and surrounded by all those who love you! 🌸
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STAR TREK: DISCOVERY | S1E4
"The Butcher's Knife Cares Not for the Lamb's Cry"
[I will react to each episode individually and in full, raw reception and then post as is unrevised here onto my tumblr for the full span of every and all NuTrek episodes and series that have been and will be released. If this falls under your field of interest - I welcome your company in joining me. Enjoy the ride.]
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these effects are so pretty
whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i love how that was a nanoscopic view on replication omlll
what a wonderful uniform
give it.
to me.
ugh i love this interiour
hi saru
man i cant wait for burnham to NOT be ostracised like this
THREAD GANGLIA HMMM??
what. does he give himself away. when hes nervous.
i love this screen.
lorca youre a fun man huh.
OOO
WHAT IS THAT SPIDER HEAD
WHO IS THATT
i like his spider face
oo how the lights just come on like this
reminds me of the incredibles
guess they have to save power SOMEhow.
ugh these internals are so nice
so spiffy
yeah i like the older bat'leth more
right, his pet.
lorca, the shroom man.
yes a man with a name like lorca would indeed have em.
war specialist hmm
ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
this
INTROOOOO I CANT GET OVER ITTTTT
now but like yall seriously
to see a queen so crowned at long last - do you UNDERSTAND???
HOW THAT MAKES
ME
FEEL.
ughhhh such a pretty introductionnnn and this music compliments so wonderfully
but WAIT
ALSO
WHAWAIT
HAHAHAHAH
THOSE
TSHOSE
THOSE TWO SUITED GLOVED HANDS
TOUCHING TOGETHER
LIKE GOD AND ADAM.
ARE YELLOW AND BLUE.
UM
UUMMMMMMMMMMM
UUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
ok ok breathe ok ok ok ok b r e a t h e .
wheew ok .
ok.
ughhh these coloursss
i really like how its all in klingon.
cuz why wouldnt it.
dude this fucking ROOMM theyre in
is so gorgeous
yeah im absolutely correct, lookin at this Xray view on the screen.
fuckin space water bear
THANK YOU BURNHAM
YES
TARDIGRADE INDEED.
fuckin
galactic moss sucker.
thats so intersting, to see an internal skeleton in a suped up tardigrade.
you know.
its funny.
how nutrek starts off with what is literally my favourite animal since childhood.
water bears for lyfe 👏
trek KNOWS im watching >;}
hi stamets.
im sorry bout your hubby :(
ugh saru looks so good in any lighting.
ah so
lorca is "get it done" man is he
ruder than "make it so" lolol
ooo i like this klingon with the red stripes
oh i love how convincing they make these inflections in klingon - they certainly put the care in to instil and preserve as much linguistic servicibility in their delivery - love it.
the warped DOWNwards hahah - but damn was it pretty
ughhh these key shots are SOOO nice
oml stamets are you ok??
ofc hes ok hes hard as steel.
man im sry but watching this and seeing the tardigrade just gives me such a nostalgia
wow that broken nose
doc i see
you talk, stamets.
ugh keep elon musk out of this
he didnt DO shit but be rich.
"real life iron man" my ass.
his ideas literally aint new.
he just has the money to do stuff.
ANYways.
we dont give a fuck.
back to what matters.
IS
WAIT
IS THAT
DID I JUST SEE
CORRECTLY
IS
WHAT IS THAT
ON THAT PLATTER
ON THE TABLE
WHY DOES THAT LOOK LIKE A DISSECTED TRIBBLE ?
no. it better fucking not.
ima kill a land orca...
also this poor space bear..
alsso damn the way it just mauled the tactical officer.
that sucks.
but also i aint mad at the space bear for it.
it just tryin to survive.
UGHHHHH
LOOK AT THISSSSS
KLINGON IN ARMOUR UPSIDE DOWN
WHY CANT WE GET A FUCKING GAME OF THIS CALIBRE
STAR TREK IP PLEASE
LETS GETS SOME DASTARD AAA GAMES IN THIS BITCH
man these klingon actors, i appreciate them so much
to adorn this make up attire and speaking such a difficult tongue - fabulous.
saru time
ughh i cant wait to learn more about saru
and cant wait till this animosity disa-fuckin-ppears.
space bear better live after all this.
it deserves that much.
i hope it can have all the moss it can find.
also wait
are m;y eyes working
is that a
humanoid skeleton with a suspiciously reptilian looking skull and spikes on the back of its head.
omll MY BOI IS EATIN THE SPORES??
wait
MY BOI BEFRIENDING BURNHAM??
first contact lets GOOOOOOOOOOOO
lower decks.
hehe.
ok sorry
that was weird editing
the outside shot of burnham talking to stamets is not aligned properly with her speech.
awwwwwwwwwwwwww
big baybeh so cuteeeeeeeeee
i dont like the blur on the space bear among the mycelium though
awww it TALKS TO THE SHROOMS?
oh my god please i love it
i give it all my sentimental pets.
also hey nice dragon fruit.
the pale klingon has nice lashes
pretteh boi
whatever it is she just ate
looks good
ughhh
these visuals outside of discovery are so nice
awwww space bearrr so cuteeee
UMMM
THEY JUST
STABBED HIS MILKERS
sir they grippin his nonexistent nipples.
sry but that girl screaming so mechanically was not the greatest lol
also sorry but i really dont like how the shots when they zoom in from outside to into the birdge always end up blurry
its hapened like 3 times now
SPACE BEAR PECS ARE RED BRO STOP
WHOA
WHOA
WHOAAAAA
WHOAAAAA TH E SHIP JUST WARP ROLLED TFF
whoa interstingggg
i cant get mad a baby acting ofc ahhaha
oml they did stab his milkers, not grab them.
wtf.
im so sorry.
that is a waste of a padd.
vengeful voq.
hes not going to ally wiht the humans to reap vengence for the house of t'kuvma is he
against kol.
these klingons are much more similar to the aos ones but the connection is likely not there.
IS THAT A FUCKING GORN SKELETON IN THE CASE.
IS IT.
IS THAT WHAT MATURED GORN IN NUTREK LOOK LIKE.
WHATEVER SNW'S XENOLIZARDS BECOME?
they better fuckin have their dresses.
aw sorry space bear.
im sorry.
me and you both, burnham.
sylvia's delivery was a little fast on the mother joke
hmm
what did phllipa entrust to you.
cant wait till burnham gets her starfleet badge.
aw burnham SMILEE
LET YOURSELF SMILEEE
what is it.
phillipa what is it.
oml what is it.
man bye mamma phillipa, ima miss you.
WHAT
IS IT.
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
the telescropeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuteee
curious where nutrek will go.
its got some odd goofs here and there but im not being too critical on them so much that the story is ruined - lets continue.
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Wake Me From This Dreaming
Word counts: 8.1K
Hypnos x male reader
Warnings: violent, trauma, family issues, war, cursing, drunkness, talk of death, death, sex work, no beta.
Notes: First off, I just want to say thank you to everyone who has been waiting for this part. I swear to god, Yall are the most patient readers ever.
The second half of this part will hopefully be out soon.
Please heed all warnings.
Again folks, thank you. ♥️
~
Patroclus’ last letter
I hope this letter will never be read. That somehow even against the will of the gods and fates themselves, we will all live. I hope we will return to the house as a family. That we will never pick up another weapon for the rest of our days.
If you are reading this then I suppose the gods had gotten their wishes.
I am lucky to say I have loved and been loved in return. Both wonderfully heavy burdens I will never trade anything for. Not even the gods can take that from me now.
To my beloved.
Achilles, if you are reading this with our son, I love you more than I can put to words. I can remember the first time I saw you, young and beautiful and bright. Fingers playing on a lyre, golden and divine in the afternoon light. I still see you like that even all these years later. My Achilles. My beloved.
Take care of our son. He admires you so much. I remember watching him when he was still a very young lad, trailing behind you and trying to walk just like you. His footprints were so small next to yours.
I love you. I will see you again.
To my son.
I never thought I would have a child. The idea of it seemed impossible. Then we found you and you found a place in my heart, in my very soul. Loving and raising you was the easiest and greatest thing I have ever done.
You are my child and I am your Pa, no matter how much time has passed. Don't you ever doubt that.
Be a good lad. Mind your footwork and don’t forget to eat. Eat for our sake if you need a reason. Should I be the first to go, then take care of your father and forgive him for what to come. His heart was always too big for him.
My child, I love you. Be good. Be brave.
~
The urn was simple with geometric borders on the top but you could tell from the sturdy craftsmanship that it had been brought before the war had started. You sighed, rubbing your eyes.
It made sense to plan for one’s death, just as your parents had done, even if there was a small childish part of you that didn’t want to admit it, wanted to hold on to the anger of being left behind. You thought of the pitying looks the others gave you, even Peros who for once didn’t have anything to say.
You pulled your hand away and started again at the urn.
At least your parents were together now and no longer in pain. They will be placed in the tomb together and if the afterlife did exist, then they would be together.
What more could a son ask for?
You heard footsteps, the clink of armor and turned around to see Pyrrhus lifting up the tent flap and coming in without even offering a greeting. You saw the faint outlines of bodies outside the tent. So Pyrrhus made sure to come with bodyguards even while dressed in his own elaborate armor and his sword by his hip. You thought he looked rather garnished compared to yours and everyone else.
You were glad you kept your own simple armor on, Achilles’ spear close by. You also knew where all the weapons were, the ones on display and the ones hidden away.
Pyrrhus made a faint sound of disgust, his neat red braid spilling over his shoulder as he studied the tent.
It was still a shock to see him. He really did look a lot like Achilles, but not perfectly so. It was more than just his red hair. There was something off with the way he looked at people, of the way he smiled, all teeth. It was like Pyrrhus knew what he was supposed to do but couldn’t muster up the actual feeling behind it.
It puts you on edge.
“This is the tent my father spent his time in?” Pyrrhus scoffed, putting weight on the word ‘my father’. You wanted to laugh. Pyrrhus sounded like a child even if he was older than you.
“Father preferred more simple details.” You replied, trying to keep the tension out of your voice. It was the truth. Achilles would scoff over Agamemnon and other kings for fancy silverware and chairs in their tent. The only times your father bothered with details was when he was getting a gift for your Pa.
Pyrrhus grunted, clearly not believing you. With his hands clasped behind his back, he began a slow lap around the tent. The look of faint distaste on his face only added to his arrogance. You stayed by the table, only moving your eyes to follow him.The urn hidden behind your back.
“I heard rumors, you know.” Pyrrhus offered up airily, like you and him were old friends. “That you were actually his slave’s son and not his. I must admit, we look nothing alike.”
“It is no secret that I am adopted. And Patroclus wasn’t his slave.” You said, letting the implications hang in the air. It felt wrong to call him by that and not by Pa but Pyrrhus wasn’t the first to try this. Most would understand what you were saying, their eyes darting away for a moment then looking back at you in a new light.
Your so-called brother only scoffed. “So I have been told. I highly doubt it, not when there are plenty of beautiful spear brides.” You noticed his eyes lingered on of the wars prize Achilles had claimed, beautifully made swords and shields. Below those were a simple wooden chest, filled with jewelry and gold.
If that was what he wanted, then so be it. You couldn’t care less. Then Pyrrhus turned back to you and slowly made his way.
Pyrrhus stopped in front of you, almost to your chin. You shouldn’t feel so smug for having quite a few inches over him. Not even you knew Pyrrhus hated you- was jealous of you for daring to share the title of son with him.
You had pitied him at first. It must hurt to know that your father had raised another child while being sent away and one not even of his own blood. Now with him in front of you, you just hated him. He may be of Achilles’ blood but he was not his son.
“I won’t allow some paupers’ orphan the honor of being my Father’s son, nor do I plan on calling you my brother.” Pyrrhus said, his tone final. He was used to people obeying him and it showed. He was waiting for you to bow your head, to acknowledge his sole claim to Achilles' legacy.
Your mouth twitched up in a grim smile. “I don’t think that is up to you. Father signed the paperworks, he had named me as one of his heirs in front of society and not even you can change that.”
You leaned closer as Pyrrhus snarled quietly, his white teeth bared and his blue eyes burned into yours. It was also the first real emotion you saw from him.
Hatred.
“Call me brother or don’t. I don’t care.” You told him quietly. “Far I am concerned, this war has already taken everything I cared about. So run around like a foolish child carrying the legacy of a dead man like it was yours when we both know it isn’t. I hope this nightmare of a war is everything you wanted, Pyrrhus.“
Pyrrhus was breathing heavily and you saw the faint shaking of his lips. You moved back, the urn still safe. Your parents’ ashes untouched by this madness.
“Leave.” You told him. “Now.”
~
“I finally read up on that philosopher, Protagoras. Did you know that he was Plato’s teacher?” Hypnos said, running a hand through your hair. His nails lightly scratched your scalp. You blinked up at him slowly, taking in his words. Your head pillowed on his lap with your limbs spread out lazily. It was ridiculous how large Hypnos’ bed was, that you had enough space to spread out.
Hypnos didn’t meet your eyes, staring thoughtfully at the constellation of Virgo. You stole the moment to simply admire the line of his collarbone and his bare chest.
“I actually didn't.” You said, turning your head and pressing a kiss against Hypnos’ soft belly and getting a squirm from him. He smacked your shoulders with a huff and you fought a grin as you returned back to your place on his lap. “I must admit I don’t see his influence on Plato. Old man seemed happy to accept only his truth.”
Hypnos laughed, his hand going back to running though your hair. It made you feel like a pet but you found you didn’t mind, not from Hypnos. His bright golden eyes found yours and no, you definitely didn’t mind.
“There is such a thing as objective truth though.” Hypnos told you matter factly with a smile. He made a point to tap his finger on your nose and you scowled. You caught his hand before he could pull away and placed his hand on your chest. Your hand was broader than Hypnos’ and covered his effortlessly.
Idly, you gave a squeeze, soaking in the warmth of his palm against your chest.
“Pluto misunderstood, maybe willingly so. He was a wealthy, educated man who was comfortable in his place of the world.” You replied, running your thumb along his. “Who gets to decide what the objective truth is? Kings? Farmers?”
You paused then quietly. “Gods?”
Hypnos raised a brow but said nothing. However there was a faint smile on his face, as if encouraging you to continue.
You licked your lips, thinking. You weren’t good at debates but you always liked Protagoras’ line of thinking. It made sense to you, everyone lived differently, have their own experience coloring how they view the world and therefore everyone have their own truth, their own code.
“I don’t know but I think he was right to tell the others to listen to everyone, not just the wealthy and powerful.” You paused, “I do know that I don’t know what the objective truth is but I know what mine is. Protagoras had a saying, ‘Man is the measure of all things.’”
There was a moment of silence and you wondered if maybe you said too much. You did directly insult a god while in his lap. You risked a glance at Hypnos’ face and only saw fondness.
Hypnos pulled his hand back up and cupped your face and you swallowed. You were unable to look away from him, his eyes bright and lulling. His white curls fell around his face, cloud-like and you almost told him he really did look like a dream, soft and pretty and unreal.
”You are a good man, do you know that?” He whispered as he leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss on your lips. His lips were soft against yours, tasting faintly sweet. Before you could return the kiss, make him stay with you, he pulled away with a smile.
He resumed running his hand through your hair, humming a lullaby. You knew this one even if there was no name for it. The song called for simpler times, of bonfires and laughter.
You closed your eyes, and let the world drift away.
~
Asphodel was an unfamiliar place to you. When you were alive, you had heard of its verdant plains and flowers. You had always thought it sounded nice. You weren’t sure where you would end up but you had hoped for Asphodel since it had sounded far better than Tartarus and you weren’t worthy of Elysium.
You eyed the molten magma warily as you followed Thanatos. You saw two children, an older girl and a younger boy huddled on one of the rocks. The boy was tossing pebbles in the magma but the girl stared at you and Thanatos with wide, dark eyes.
You winced and looked away.
You had heard of the river Phlegethon overflooding Asphodel from your father. Zagreus had mentioned it as well but you haven’t realized how bad it was. You saw a group of elders huddled together, staring off into nowhere.
Surely Master Hades or his queen must be trying to do something for these people. These weren’t the monsters that haunted Tartarus. As far as you knew, most of the people here were farmers or craftsmen with their families. Simple folks who just lived their lives yet they were being punished for it.
“Mortal, stop gawking. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner we can both return to our duties.” Thanatos snapped. You scowled as you met his hard stare. It still amazed you that Hypnos and Thanatos were twins. Their eyes may have the same golden color but Thanatos’ stare was hardened and narrowed with his mouth tight in disapproval.
“I thought Tartarus was supposed to be the place of punishment for mortals, not Asphodel.” You snapped back. “And I have a name, god of death.”
“Watch it, mortal.” Thanatos whirled around, looming over you but you remained in place, meeting his glare with your own. There was a beat of silence as you and him stared each other down.
You opened your mouth to say something but you didn’t. You shut your mouth, lips tightening.
It was only the memory of Hypnos’ nervous glance between you and his twin that held your tongue. Do it for Hypnos’ sake, he was worth putting up with Thanatos for however long this took.
Thanatos hummed, unimpressed and turned back around. You didn’t immediately follow, you took a deep breath - thinking of Hypnos, of the promises you made- and let it out. Then you made your legs obey.
Magma boiled and spilled over rocks, uncaring of the warring mortal and god in its wake.
~
You debated pulling away the bottle of wine from Achilles’ fist but you knew it would be a fight you would lose. Achilles was a good fighter and had a fast left hook on a good day. You eyed the first empty bottle that was close to the end of the table, normally any wine you did have was with dinner and watered down.
You just weren’t expecting to find your father alone in his and Patroclus’ tent, drunk as a skunk. You had never seen him drunk before. But things were different in war, you supposed. You had been treated as a man since the first battle, marching back into camp with prizes - some made of gold, some weeping as they held onto their daughters- and dried blood smeared on your helmet.
It was weeping and pleading that followed you into nightmares. It even drowned out the sounds of screams.
So you joined him, planning on just one drink and helping your father sober up.
You felt light for the first time since arriving so you polished off your third- no fourth drink. You let him pour another cup for himself and you. You told yourself to sip, to slow down. You took a gulp without meaning to, a pleasant fuzzy warmth in your stomach growing.
“I can’t tell you how many times over the years I have thought about bringing Pyrrhus to come live with us.” Achilles said out of nowhere before he swallowed half of his wine.
You blinked, feeling lightheaded. “Pyrrhus?”
“My firstborn. Your older brother. I think. I used to not be able to say his name. ”
You wrinkled your nose, taking a sip of wine then blinked when you realized you already finished off the cup. How many have you had already?
You let your Father pour you another drink. “I don’t have a brother.”
“Yes, you do.” Achilles snapped. You scowled but said nothing. You blinked at the red wine, the taste of it thick on your tongue. For a moment you thought of the baker’s son back home, of how the wine would taste on his lush lips. You didn’t love him but you enjoyed how his mouth felt against yours.
Then Achilles sighed loudly with a rueful grin. You took a drink, embarrassed that you have forgotten where you were.
“Well, no I guess not, huh lad?” He said, taking a deep drink of his wine. “Can’t call him your brother if I only acknowledge him when I have to. Today is his birthday.”
You said nothing. You wanted to go find Pa and get him to make your father act normal again. You frowned, realizing you haven’t seen him all evening.
“Where is Pa?”
“Hm?” Achilles blinked then waved a hand. “Saving lives. In the medical tent. Being useful unlike the rest of us. If I had any skill at politics, I could have given him a school. He likes teaching. Brilliant and handsome. All I had done was hurt him but he kept me anyway.”
You sighed and then you poured him and yourself a drink. Achilles rubbed his flushed face with a sigh. You were willing to bet that yours looked similar. “You know what, lad? He didn’t want you here in the war, Patroclus wanted to send you to Chiron. But I pushed for it. If you can make a name for yourself here, you will be set for life.”
“I know Father.” You said quietly. Achilles had told you this before. Making a name for yourself. Glory to gods and his parents. You didn’t feel like there was much glory to be found among the mud and bodies.
Achilles scoffed, his blonde hair spilling over his shoulders. “Father. Some fucking father I am. I wasn’t there at the first one’s birth and I sent my other one to dance with death.”
“You are not a bad father! You’re just having some stupid useless old man regrets.” You snapped, slamming a fist on the table, causing hairline cracks in the thick wood. The empty bottle rattled and broke on the ground. You and Achilles blinked at it for a long moment. Then you reached, placing a hand on his shoulder causing him to look at you again.
“You are not a bad father. Pa wouldn’t let you.” You repeated. “Beside. We all know I would have followed you both all the way here if you did try to leave me at Chiron. At least this way we are together.”
Achilles blinked sluggishly then a warm, drunken laugh bubbled out between his lips. You found yourself doing the same, both of you filling the tent with laughter.
“You would have, you little shit.” Achilles hiccuped, sounding helplessly fond, throwing an arm on your shoulder and pulled you into a clumsy hug. You nodded, still laughing as you pulled away and lifted your drink. Achilles did the same.
An hour or so later, you heard Patroclus come into the tent. You blinked at him, realizing dimly you were on your back on the cold ground. You grinned at his shocked glance. Achilles snored from under the table, a hand still curled around his cup.
Patroclus opened his mouth, but you pressed a finger to your lips. “Shh. Father is sleeping.” You told him loudly.
“I can see that, my son.” Patroclus said dryly. You laughed at his tone, not seeing his frustration turned into soft amusement as he watched you laugh.
Patroclus ran a hand down his face, walked over to the table and downed what was left of yours and Achilles’ drink. You couldn’t help but laugh again. He walked over the bed and grabbed a pillow and blanket before returning to you.
“Lift your head.” He ordered. You obeyed, sighing as your head landed on softness and the blanket rested on you, pulled up to your chin.
“Father isn’t bad.” You slurred, sleep already pulling you under. “Just… life doesn’t work like it should sometimes.”
Patroclus stopped, his dark eyes softened as he leaned down to you. He brushed your hair out of your face. And you felt like a small child again. You swallowed, desperately wishing you were. Life was so much easier.
“I know lad. Be good and go to sleep. You are going to have a headache tomorrow.” Patroclus said, his words fading. You hummed, eyes closed.
~
Past the magma and rocky cliffs, what you saw only made your guts twisted in shame. While so-called heroes fought and partied among the beauty of Elysium, there were whole families suffering right under them. Even the house should be ashamed, living and working in such comfort themselves. You swallowed the knot that formed in your throat.
You will have to talk to Hypnos about this. If you were pathetic for wishing to hear Hypnos’ easy and cheerful voice to smooth away the shame you felt then pathetic you shall be.
You shook your head, clearing your remorseful thoughts. Right now, it was no use to anyone.
Walking around like this was a waste of time. This land of fire was unfamiliar to you, and you suspected that most of Asphodel was unknown to Thanatos as well. However, the locals would know far more and would remember anything unfamiliar.
“Thanatos.” You called out, “We should try talking to some of the shades here. We clearly aren’t getting anywhere by just wandering around.”
The god ignored you.
Of course.
You bit back a snarl and marched ahead and got right in front of him. “I know you heard me.”
Thanatos gave you a cool look. “Do you think you have the right to address me by my first name, mortal?” His sentence ended with a pointed tone.
You sucked in a long, deep breath. And remind yourself this was Hypnos’s brother and you couldn’t reach for his neck and strangle Thanatos because Hypnos loved his twin. Thanatos watched you with an almost smirk on his face and you got the sense that he was pleased at your anger. As if it proved something to him.
“I truly don’t understand.” Thanatos continued, driving the needle deeper. “My brother still acts like a childish brat with a toy but I thought the shine on you would have worn off by now.”
“Shut your mouth.” You warned, the words slipping out before you could stop it. “I don’t care what you say about me but not even you are allowed to speak of him like that. Not to me.”
Thanatos’ golden eyes grew wide in anger, his hands tightening around his scythe.
You should apologize, bow your head and accept your punishment. You knew it. But you didn’t and you won’t. You had thought maybe Thanatos and Hypnos had reached an understanding since they were talking more but apparently you were wrong.
“Hypnos loves you. For some reason that is beyond my mortal understanding.” You said quietly, “He makes so many excuses for you and your cruel words to him. Yet you can’t give him even a smile in return.”
A beat of silence, only bubbling magma and the faint cries of small Hydras filled the area.
Then Thanatos pulled back, an unnerving calm taking over his face. You stayed in place, you faced worse things than this god.
“If it came between his family and you, do you really think he would pick you over us?” Thanatos spat out. His hand still wrapped around his weapon, ready to strike you down.
It hurts to even hear it, let alone the thought of it. You feared that day more than you feared the end of time itself. You shoved the thought away. You won’t let Thanatos see how deeply those words dug in.
“I love him enough to not make him choose. Can you say the same?” You replied, sounding more calm than you actually felt.
The air grew thick and uncomfortable, neither of you backing down. Something flickered over Thanatos’ face but it was gone before you could put a name to it.
You opened your mouth to continue, hoping -praying- that maybe you can finally break past Thanatos’ defense.
“Thanatos! Y/N!” A familiar voice broke the silence, and you and him both turned. Zagreus waved, on one of the few boats. When the boat got close enough, Zagreus took a flying leap and landed on solid ground with a cheeky grin.
The unspoken words hang heavy between you and Thanatos, enough so that even Zagreus’ smile diminished. Anything you saw on Thanatos’ face had disappeared, lost to you now.
“What are you doing here?” Thanatos asked, watching as Zagreus hurried over. His footsteps left black footmarks against the hot ground. He flashed another grin once close enough. You saw a faint blue trailed behind him, carrying the smell of the sea with it.
“I heard from my parents what you guys were trying to do and thought I could help out.”
“Didn’t Master Hades-“ Thanatos spoke but Zagreus waved his words away with an easy smile.
“This is more important. We can’t have a shade, even if he was a hero, attacking and disrespecting members of the house like the way Pyrrhus had been lately.”
Zagreus turned to you. “I know there are some family issues, maybe I can help you guys with that. Gods knows, my father and I had our share of disagreements. We still do. ”
You twisted your mouth, “I appreciate it but this isn’t one of those issues that can be helped.”
Zagreus raised a brow but said nothing. You almost rolled your eyes, Zagreus was nosy enough that he could even the most busybody aunties a run for their money.
You glanced at Thanatos, “I was telling Lord Thanatos we need to speak to the locals, they would notice before anyone else if something is wrong. No one can hide from every pair of eyes.”
Thanatos side-eyed you using his title but shook his head. “And I was telling the mortal that it was a waste of time. We need to go deeper in. They won’t be walking among the other mortals otherwise we would have already found them.”
You noticed he still didn’t use your name, rolling your eyes and from the brief frown on Zagreus’ face, he did noticed as well.
“Then we should split up.” Zagreus offered. His back was straight and his face was calm, not giving anything away. He looked like a prince, confident in his own authority. He had grown since you first met him. You were torn between a moment of pride and wanting to reach over and ruffle his already messy hair.
“I think both of you are right. Sir y/n, are you comfortable going to the villages on the outskirts? Words will spread faster if there are gods looking for Pyrrhus. We might end up losing them.” Zagreus nodded to Thanatos, “We can keep going this way since we both know this area better.”
You and Thanatos glanced at each other then nodded to Zagreus.
You knew he wanted to get away from you, just as you wanted to get away from him.
~
It was obvious you were one of Hades’ workers yet the townsfolk didn’t do much beyond sparing you a glance. Some of the elderly shades eyed you from over their chessboard but said nothing.
You couldn’t help but be glad to see some form of civilization. It was a small town, broken by rivers of magma and jutting rocks. But it was proof that mortals had found a way to cope.
You hung back, resting against one of the rocks as people moved around. There were mothers chatting among themselves as children played a game of hopscotch. You heard a shade pushing his wares, promising the finest rugs. You saw some men, talking about the latest fight in Elysium as money exchanged hands.
It felt like a painfully normal town. Which meant it if one knew how to, it could be easy to hide among the shades. There had been raids but from the lax feeling you got from the townsfolk, it hasn't happened here. Not yet.
You didn’t talk about it, not to your parents or Hypnos even. You didn’t want them to know what you did on the run from Pyrrhus. You had learned how to watch people during that time. Your life depended on it but it always sounded like a pitiful excuse to you. You didn't want to see the disappointment mark their faces. Especially not Hypnos’.
But what was done was done.
So you watched and waited.
Some of the shades glanced curiously in your direction but otherwise went on with their business. A dark-haired woman with kohl lined eyes and an almost sheer chiton smiled at you but with a shake of your head, she gave a playful pout then moved on.
You wondered if you could talk Hypnos into wearing something like that. Maybe with the circlet…
You reminded yourself firmly that you were here for a reason.
It wasn’t long until you a man moved a little too easily between the crowd, sure of his place in the world in a way that spoke of noble upbringing. It stood out amongst the common shades. He must have felt your eyes on him because he turned his head and stared in your direction with narrowed eyes.
You watched how his eyes widened when he saw the mark of Hades on you. He quickly ducked his head, and hurried off. You pushed off from the rock and trailed after him.
You hung back, scowling at shades that brushed against you. It was only when the town became more broken up and you had weaved around carefully over boiling magma, that you worked where he was going. It was a cave, men made from how perfectly circled the entrance was.
You saw the sign for brothel and cursed under your breath. You just hoped Hypnos would be understanding. You followed the shade in, spotting a warm light far off. The shade turned around and saw you but just before he took off, you caught him by the back of his cloak and slammed the shade against the wall.
The man, young and round face, stammered. “What is the meaning of this?”
You narrowed your eyes, “Are you really going to try that with me?”
The man laughed nervously “I don’t-“
“Sir Y/N. Let him go.” A raspy voice broke the tension and you and him both looked at the source. It was an older, plump woman, her thin lips were a bloody red with a clay pipe dangling from them. Her silver hair was pulled into a bun with strands framing her wrinkled face. She had been beautiful once.
She scoffed, deeply unimpressed by both of them.
“Madam, I didn't know-“ the man rushed to speak but she held up a wrinkled hand and he quieted down immediately. He looked more scared of her than he did of you. You eyed him but loosen your grip and the man took off like a shot, out of the cave and your sight.
Madam looked you up and down with her dark eyes, her face impassive. “So this is what Lord and Master Hades sent us to deal with the roaming band of thieves and rapists? A house pet?”
Then she paused, a smirk curling around her pipe. “I forget my manners. I mean Greece’s greatest and most honorable heroes of course.”
“Just me, Madam.” You said, nodding your head. The less knowledge she had on you, the better. You didn’t like that she already knew your name somehow. Or being called a house pet.
She huffed a puff of smoke out. “Follow me.” She turned and didn’t wait for you, her silver hair gleamed in the light.
You hesitated for a moment but this was likely the only real clue you have of Pyrrhus’ whereabouts so you followed.
Very, very reluctantly.
The cave twisted and turned, with curtains for privacy here and there. You ignored the sounds of moaning. You kept your eyes firmly planted on the woman ahead of you.
“I was a young whore when I saw one of your fights, Sir Y/N. Never saw anything like that again. It was over so quickly. Every single one you fought that night.” Madam said thoughtfully. You blinked, trying to place her but you came up with nothing. Not surprising since you barely remembered anything, just trying not to get caught.
Then you grimaced, there was easily several decades between yours and her death.
“Do I want to know how young?”
Madam snorted in a very unladylike way that made you want to smile. “No, you don’t.”
“I thought this village had been untouched by the raids.” You said. “Normally a place is emptied out afterwards.”
Madam asked in front of a wooden door and turned to you. “You’re right. For now, we have been lucky because we have my business here, and plenty of luxuries the others don’t have.”
She took a deep drag on her pipe. “I handle a lot of problems for these fine folks of this town, even before the gods left us to burn in the magma.”
“I’m sorry.”
Madam shrugged. “Gods will do as gods please. I’ve let the men stay here with the promise they will leave this town and my people alone.”
You bit the harsh words of letting raiders stay and just nodded. She saw the look on your face and pointed a finger at you. “It was more than what the gods have done for us. And it meant safety for us.”
You let out a breath, she wasn't wrong. “What changed?”
Madam sighed, “Pyrrhus.”
Which told you everything and nothing at the same time.
Madam turned to the wooden door and pushed it open, and you followed her. You blinked when you saw several warriors chained to the wall, dirty and pissed off.
“You fucking old hag, let us go!” A blonde man ordered and you jerked in shock. You knew that voice. You stared at the blonde man, he was older now with silver in his hair and a thick belly on him.
“Simon, son of Andreas?” You said quietly, and Simon blinked wide eyes at you. There was a beat of silence as the rest of the group worked out who you were. You looked at each of their faces and were dismayed that you recognized all of them.
You knew all of them. All four of these warriors had been under Fathers’ then your leadership during the war and now they were chained up in some whorehouse.
“Simon, Chremon, Gallup, Leon.” You stated, your disappointment clear. All of them winced at your tone. You heard a faint hum of approval from Madam then she stepped out, leaving you alone with them.
“Thank the gods!” Simon cried once the door closed. “Y/N, quick get us out of here.”
“Simon, shut up. He isn’t here to help us.” Chremon snapped at Simon. He glanced at you then at his feet, his jaw tight. Simon blinked at him then glanced at you then he looked toward the other men for support. He found none.
You walked close, just out of kicking range. “What the fuck happened?” It was rare for you to swear but you were at a loss of what else to say.
Of course, weak willed Simon kept talking. “It was Pyrrhus’ fault, we were just doing what we were told to do! He offered gold and whores for days and something else to do besides rot up there In Elysium.”
You pitched the space between your eyes and reminded yourself you couldn’t punch him, not yet anyway. The other men stayed quiet so you looked toward the rest of the group.
“Well?” You asked, dropping your hand back down. They said nothing, their eyes downcast. These were men you had led into battle with death all but a promise yet now they acted like cowards.
You scoffed, “All of you realized that none of you won’t see Elysium ever again? Master Hades personally sent me to handle this. He is not pleased.”
That got their attention and even Simon was quiet. Their faces were grim. Surely they knew it would have caught up with them eventually?
You heard Madam return with another footstep trailing behind her. She rejoined the room, her expression cool. You didn't doubt that she had seen countless power plays, and likely been part of them herself.
“Did they tell you?” She asked you calmly. You shook your head, frustration clear on your face. You needed answers, not this whatever this game was. Madam waved for the other person to come in and you frowned, a growing pit of dread in your stomach.
It was a pretty young man though his beauty was nothing compared to Hypnos’. He had ashy blonde curls that framed his face and pale skin. He was slender in the same way as Hypnos and he bit down on his bottom lip just like Hypnos. His icy blue eyes were almost round as Hypnos’ as he glanced at you then back to Madam.
It was bizarre how similar they were at first glance. He could easily pass for a faint vision of your beloved. But you saw the eyebrows were wrong, the apple of his cheeks not high enough, his nose too sharp and his mouth was locked into a pout, unlike Hypnos’ sweet, cheerful grin.
Nowhere close enough.
“Alex. Tell Sir Y/N what happened.” She ordered. Alex nodded, and you saw in his eyes there was a sharpness that Hypnos thankfully lacked.
“I came in for my shift, and I heard from the girls how rough Pyrrhus was. And that he was looking for a particular type among the girls, innocent and slim with curls.” Alex’ lips twitched ruefully as he waved a hand toward himself. “I went to try to give the girls a break from him since I thought I might suit. And I can handle some rough manhandling.”
Then any amusement he had dropped from his face. He tugged down the top of his chiton, and you saw faint shining light from chest down to his stomach. It had mostly healed but it still looked painfully deep. “That asshole took one look at me, fucked me without paying and kept asking what kill gods- like I would bloody know-than he tried to kill me while I tried to clean myself up.”
You stared at the ugly mark, the words sinking in. In your mind’s eye, you saw torn flesh and golden blood spilling. Of bright eyes dulled.
“He's been acting disturbed the last few days.” Leon spoke up, his voice quiet in his shame.
Gallup laughed, a harsh and barking sound. “Disturbed. Pyrrhus had gone bloody mad is what happened.”
You refocused on them, white-hot blinding rage bubbling in your chest. You stalked over to them, hands tighten into fists. It wasn’t like you attacked a bound man but you wanted to strangle them for following along with whatever mad idea Pyrrhus came up with. They saw the dark look on your face and flinched back, they knew what you could do to a man.
You heard Madam ordered Alex out, to get something. You lost her words among the buzzing in your ears. You stood in front of Gallup and his brown eyes wouldn’t meet yours for a long moment. Not ready to face his old commander. What a fool. All of them.
“Gallup. Look at me.” You ordered, glad you were able to still sound somewhat human. He swallowed thickly and with a stiff upper lip, he met your eyes like a man marching to his death.
“Each of you is going to tell me everything. “ You snarled, your rage poorly hidden. “You will tell me where Pyrrhus is. Then You will answer Lord and Master Hades for your crimes in his domain.”
The more they told you, your rage and dread only grew.
Pyrrhus had gone off the deep end after the fight, the shamed warriors told you. He had started talking of gods and devouring flames and talks of appeasement and honor as he paced endlessly in front of the fire. He spoke of his birthright. Pyrrhus would grab a girl and look at her face before throwing her away to the other men.
Too Ugly. Too Wrong. He would call all of them that. You thought of Alex and his pale curls and your stomach twisted. You didn’t want to know what Pyrrhus had seen.
“He wouldn’t fuck of them now.” Simon said carelessly. “We would have to wait if he had a girl we wanted but after that fight with you and him, he wouldn’t even grope their tits.”
“Afterwards his thing with the boy, Pyrrhus tried to run out, some of the other men got away but we were…” Leon paused. “Busy. And drunk. Before we knew it, we were chained up here.”
“So you don’t have a fucking clue where he is do you?” You said quietly.
“No, commander Y/N.” The old name slipped, unplanned from what you could tell by Leon’ surprised face but you and everyone else ignored it.
“I do.” Madam spoke up.
“Take me to him.” You ordered.
~
You had told Hypnos war stories eventually but you never really went into depth about it. You didn’t tell him of the villages. Of the crying women and girls as the men were killed. As they were sold off like cattle.
You didn’t tell him how blood carried a smell once enough was spilled or how human organs looked just like animals’, slimy and useless in the dirt. Of being too aware you were made of meat, tendons and bone under metal but you acted like you weren’t a mortal man killing other mortal men.
Sometimes you thought if you could see into time itself, you would be still there on an everlasting battlefield, bloodied and golden. Immortalized by mud and blood.
You used to wonder if Pyrrhus found whatever it was he was looking for on that battlefield. Some ugly part of you knew he never did, never would and was pleased by it.
Hypnos had told you were a good man once. You weren’t strong enough to tell him he was wrong.
~
There was a period when you were still new at the house where you and Hypnos weren’t exactly friends but he would say you and him were even cold as you were. You didn’t want to admit he was right.
“Did you like being a commander?” Hypnos asked, chewing on an unused quill as Zagreus ran laps.
You should probably tell not to do that, it would make the quill worthless and unable to write. You didn’t. There were plenty of quills tucked away in your desk and a handful on your person. If Hypnos wished to chew on his writing quill so be it, you more than enough for him. At least this one didn't have ink on it.
“No.” You said flatly. A warning.
You heard Zagreus yelled out the number ten, at least he had learned to keep track this time.
Hypnos frowned and you saw the war behind his eyes, to prod for more or to pull back to let you have your space. His nosiness won in the end. He looked you over and crossed his arms, just like you have yours and straightened his back.
“Why?” Hypnos replied in a deeper voice, trying to imitate your flat tone. Your lips twitched and you fought it down from becoming a full smile.
You told yourself you weren’t amused by his copycat behavior. It was childish and unbecoming of a god. Even if there was something boyishly innocent about Hypnos’ beauty.
Zagrues yelled out the number eleven, his voice still clear. You knew by lap nineteen, Zagreus would be panting for air.
You also knew by the pleased glint in those golden eyes, Hypnos thought he won. So you asked him, “Why do you think I didn't like it?”
Hypnos actually scowled at you for a moment and you smirked which only upset him more. Hypnos scoffed loudly, his shoulders relaxing. Then he seemed to stop and think about it.
“I guess I wouldn’t want to be the boss either.” Hypnos said, tapping a finger on his cheek. “Bad enough when they try to give me more stuff to do on top of all the paperwork.”
This time, it was your turn to scowl. “You do understand that I had to actually think beyond my own life? I had men, real breathing people who didn’t want to die. And I had to make sure they didn’t. If they did, it was on me. This was more than paperwork, for us it was life or death.”
Hypnos was quiet and you thought you had shut him up with your sharp words. You watched Zagreus and heard him yell out number fourteen. You saw black footprints in the dirt, already fading away.
You should be glad you finally shut this little god up, to make him see how spoiled he was. You should be happy but a heavy and familiar weight of guilt settled on your chest. You wanted to apologize even though you did nothing wrong. He should know this wasn’t a game for mortals. Lives were ruined over that damn war.
You felt a warm hand brush on your shoulder which made you look at him. Hypnos’ face was solemn and it looked wrong on the cheerful being. You wanted to wipe it away, to bring out the cheerful smile you were getting used to.
Very quietly, Hypnos said. “It wasn’t on you. You weren’t responsible for starting the war. You weren’t even a prince or anyone with real power.”
You sighed but you could say that it wasn’t that simple, Hypnos spoke up again. You saw his wing flutter nervously before laying flat against his curls as Hypnos bit his lip. You hated that you thought it charming.
“I don’t understand the mortals' fear of death. But I guess that is easy for me to say. I have never experienced it, it is just part of the mortal cycle to me and I know all forms of deaths personally so- I’m rambling. I’m sorry for my careless words. I should have been more thoughtful.” Hypnos said then he gave you a small and hopeful grin.
It looked painfully sweet on him.
There was a lot you could say but you didn’t want to talk about the war or the men you failed. Of the hard calls you had to make while you were still a boy. There was a whole list of stuff you didn’t want to talk about.
“You never experienced it?” You asked.
Hypnos shook his head, blinking his wide golden eyes. You had tried to place where you had seen that shade of gold. You suspected if you allowed yourself to get close enough to, you would find every single shade of gold melted into a harmonious hue.
But you won’t. You can’t.
Zagreus yelled out ‘nineteen’, his breathing heavy.
“Good.” You told Hypnos. You were surprised by how much you meant that. “I’m glad you never have.”
What you didn’t say that you hoped he never will.
~
There was another wooden door just several more paces down. However this one had a deadbolt on it.
Madam paused in front of the door, her eyes met yours. You kept your body loose and face impassive. You already fucked this up once. You won’t do that to Hypnos, not again. If Pyrrhus had gone mad as they said, being reckless would only put Hypnos in harm's way.
“You look calm but don’t think I don’t see that storm brewing in those eyes, Sir y/n.” She said, her pipe dangling from her red lips.
You tipped your head, not disagreeing with her. “If you are worried for your and your workers’ safety, you have nothing to fear. My only job is to bring him and his followers to Lord Hades.”
She didn’t believe you but she undid the lock and stepped to the side. You gave her a nod and pushed the door opened.
It was pitched black and it took your eyes a moment to adjust. The room was small and bare. You stepped in and with the candle light from the hall, you saw the glint of metal scattered on the ground.
Broken chains.
Pyrrhus was gone.
You took a sharp breath, heart pounding as a sharp and bitter fury overtook you. You whirled around causing Madam to take several steps back, fear on her face for the first time as she stared up at you. You loomed and with teeth bared, you spoke softly. Deadly. More beast than man.
“Where is he?”
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Hi Phoebe, idk whether any of your followers read the Black Sheep series by JStevens yet, but I highly rec it for anyone who loves an angsty slow build H/D relationship. Part one of the series is not a hidden gem in no means, it has a good number of hits on ao3. But I guess I thought it should have more interactions or recs on tumblr, I don't really see it mentioned anymore? Part one is a post-war, house-bound! gloriously snarky and positively repressed Draco and recluse! oblivious typical Harry meeting after 5 years. Its a long long journey, approximately takes 140k words. I has always thought the dynamic was very real and authentically them. It ends in a rather bittersweet touch, coz otherwise I'd say it was a therapeutic kind that you might find sometimes resembled 'The ordeal of being known' by louis, or it's just me. And that's where the 2nd part comes. It wonderfully wrapped up the series, but sadly many seems to miss it. It gives the readers the closure that some might not find in the part 1.
And last but not least, thank you Phobe for doing this. I hope you have a good day or night whereever you are see this rec.
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Dating Wanda Maximoff Headcanons
Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader
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Romance with Wanda would be a slow burn, her being too nervous to express her feelings and you the same
You'd start off as friends but Wanda would mostly watch you from afar, a distant but warm smile on her face, learning about you before making too many moves
The two of you would already be isseprable before dating, always teaming up together on missions and spending all of your time in the compound in eachothers company
If you want to know how the two of you got together, blame Scott (or, rather, thank him) because he was definitely the last straw to get you two to confess
He assumed you and Wanda were already a couple, you practically acted like one, and made a comment on how cute the two of you were and how he loved having another superhero couple around admist gushing about Hope
Once you start dating, you're 1000x more affectionate
Already attached at the hip, everyone kind of expected it
The two of you are constantly holding hands, Wanda loves to lean her head on your shoulder
As for dates, I feel like you and Wanda try a bit of everything but your favourites are movies and rollerskating
There's a local rink that has an 80s night every Saturday and you and Wanda always go, the staff know you by name, and put together some of the best outfits for it
You also got custom matching rollerskates <3
And for movie dates, they're pretty evenly spread between dates in movie theatres and dates watching movies in your rooms
I usually like to go with petnames like 'honey' and 'sweetie' for Wanda, but she'd definitely give you some Sokovian petnames too, I specifically really like 'Draga' which from my research seems to translate into honey/sweetheart
Wanda favours watching movies at home, snuggled up in bed together with her head resting on you and you playing with her hair (and vice versa)
9 times out of 10, the two of you fall asleep midway through the movie entangled in eachothers limbs
Speaking of Sokovian, you start asking her to teach it to you and it makes her heart absolutely melt, living in the US and Pietro no longer being around means she isn't able to speak her native language often (if at all) so you learning it just for her is so intensely intimate
She'd sing to you in Sokovian a lot, especially if you have trouble sleeping, stroking your hair as she lullabies you to sleep
I absolutely love domestic activities with Wanda, I want to do nothing more than cook and bake with her (which I've actually wrote a fic on here)
Constant 'I love you's and words of affirmation
You definitely have a somewhat secret language where you can communicate with each other purely through looks
The avengers are super supportive of you guys but they also love to tease you a lot, Wanda getting all blushy and smiling coyly— she always looks to the floor with a smile and if you're already holding hands she gives it a soft squeeze
For the most part it's very pure relationship (but if yall wanna know about the unpure, i can do that 😈😈) and the two of you bounce off of each other wonderfully <3
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What Do You Know? Pt. 6
Discription: Y/n was in love with Pietro Maximoff. But he was gone now and all that remains is a miscast imposter and Y/n is going to do everything in their power to find closure.
A/n: Hey yalls i adore this chapter and I am very proud of it, I hope you are all doing great.
Part 5 , Part 7
You flung open the door to your apartment, your exhaustion from the day finally catching up to you. Peter stood behind you looking over your shoulder.
“Welcome to mi casa. Make yourself comfortable because I am going to bed.”
You stepped in, throwing your keys and money to who knows where. You sauntered lazily to your small apartment kitchen and gestured to the cupboards. “The food is here, I’d rather you not starve,”
You continued on with your little tour, Peter just stepping and closing the apartment door behind him. You gestured to the couch.
“You will be sleeping here unless you really want the bed. Speak now or forever hold your peace.”
You looked over to Peter and he shrugged. “The couch is fine.”
You made your way over to the small hallway. “here is the bathroom and my bedroom and a closet is at the end.” You pointed to each door as you spoke.
You turned to him once again, “If you need anything just ask, tomorrow we are going to the Sanctum to send you home.”
You inwardly cringed at how unfeeling you sounded about him leaving.
Peter walked over to the couch and flopped down on it. You though that meant he needed nothing and so you turned to your room to resign for the night.
“Y/n...” You froze in your steps, “What did you mean by ‘I am everything you needed to find.”
Shit, You had been hoping to avoid this. After you had said it you powered off your car and set off for your apartment at a brisk pace. You and Peter said nothing about it. You both had said nothing at all to each other. You had been praying he would drop it.
You weren’t keen on admitting that it was a vulnerable moment to you. “Nothing important, good night.” Your voice was steady, and emotionless. You hated it. You took a few steps towards your room.
You felt a gust of wind pass by your ear and in a flash you see Peter standing in front of you. “Tell me, why was finding me better than finding your long lost boyfriend? What about finding me was so good?” He put his hands on your shoulders and looked at you.
You tried not to be vulnerable with him (or anyone in that case) but here he stood being perfectly open with you.
“Look I was taken from my world to play the role of someone else. And not even a good role. The part I played was meant to break down on Wanda, you don’t understand being used to hijack someones grief.”
So it did bother him. You felt like the worlds number one ignorant jerk for assuming it hadn’t.
He let out a shaky breath, “So please, just tell me the truth.”
And as he looked at you, and you looked at him, you saw the rawest form of who Peter was in his eyes. They say the eyes are the window to the soul and his showed everything inside so clearly. And it was beautiful. But it was also lost and in pain.
And you fell in love with him that night. Even if just a little bit. Even if you didn’t realize it yet, you would understand in the future. Even if you despised those cheesy romance films where the characters fell in love in a day. Even if you swore it was unrealistic, you couldn’t help yourself. And it wasn’t because he was like Pietro (well maybe its just a little because of that). It was because he was so wonderfully different.
“I went looking for a ghost of my past and instead I found something better.”
’Yes’, you decided. Peter was better.
If you had found Pietro you would have been trying to jump back in where you had left off but theres a high chance that wouldn’t have worked. Youd have to work your way back up to where you had been and that could have taken an agonizingly long time. It would have destroyed you.
Peter wasnt satisfied with your answer, and if you were being honest with yourself you weren’t satisfied either. He pressed on “And what makes me better?”
You held his gaze “What I needed more than anything in the world was a friend. Thats all.”
Yes. A friend. You had finally made a friend and for the first time since you moved out of the avengers compound, you didn’t feel so lonely tonight.
Peter gave you a soft, uncertain smile “A... Friend?”
You smiled back “Yeah, and you are probably the best friend that I could find.” You didnt know it, but every one of those words engraved themselves over his heart and he would carry them with him for years to come.
Before you could say anything else Peter pulled you into a hug. It engulfed you with warmth and you never wanted to leave. You put your arms around Peter and held him back. And he felt safe. And you both reveled in the feeling of being held so tenderly and lovingly. He shoved his face into the crook of your neck and you swore you heard a muffled “Thank you”.
You never wanted him to leave.
Which worsens the fact that you had both planned for him to leave as soon as possible.
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Assertive People
A/N: I just felt like writing this and I really did enjoy writing it. Hope yall like it.
PAIRING: Sirius Black x reader
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“I am in love with you.” a sudden voice spoke next to your right.
Slowly, carefully even, you turned your head to his face and decided to give him the cold shoulder. You turned your head back to your book and continued to read.
“Ignoring me. The perfect type.” he bit his lower lip and leaned over the table and into your eyesight. He walked with his index and middle finger to your book and placed his whole palm on top of it. “Woo-hoo.”
You shot him a deadly glare and pulled your book under his palm. You swung your bag over your shoulder in a flash, you were gone. Frustrated and angry, you stormed to the library instead.
Hearing his footsteps run along after you, made you sped up and turn your current goal from library to the room of requirements. In a second, he lost you.
“Bollocks.” he put his hands over his black curs and ran his hands down his face.
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He hadn’t seen you in the next few days. He told himself that you must have been avoiding him. The pretty, mysterious Durmstrang girl, who clearly wasn’t joyous from switching schools. He had always found you intriguing, made it his mission to make you his friend... if not more.
Quiet, never smiling and always with a book tucked under your arm, you swiftly moved down the corridors, in the Great Hall and on to every corner of the castle. you hadn’t talked to anybody, made it clear you do not like making friends in this school. In and out was your plan.
You never raised your hand but exceeded in every subject except Arithmancy. It was average but the grades started getting better throughout the following months.
He had seen you in the common room, tucked behind a book.
Gryffindor. Just the perfect house for you. He was excited to hear you got into Gryffindor instead of Slytherin since you had shown more characteristic of one than the other.
“Here is why.” he sat down and grin, his eyes lifted up into the ceiling. “I think it was love at first sight. I saw you and you were this stunning woman I had ever laid my eyes on. You clearly did not even look at me, nor anybody really- which I don’t get.” he sat and leaned forward to you, this time his eyes blazing into you and the other way around. “You don’t talk. I don’t think I had ever heard you talk- you voice. It doesn’t matter.” he leaned back again, his eyes on you. “I think no matter the voice, it’s gorgeous.” he winked flirtatiously at you but you haven’t changed your expression. “Why don’t we start properly?” he cleared his throat and reached out his hand. “My name is Sirius Black.”
You kept looking at him with perplexion in your eyes, then glanced at his hand and slowly reached down on it with your right hand. It was large in your hand, soft and it squeezed your hand firmly and shook it extremely slowly. He kept looking at you with a sparkle in his grey arms that resulted into baby blue colour close to his iris.
“(y/n).” you said without any hint of emotion in your tone. “But I figure you already knew that.” you finished and pulled your hand away from him, leaning back on the sofa and turning your gaze back to the book.
He felt his cheeks lift up to his eyes. “That’s something... (y/n).” he rolled your name gently off his tongue, reaching into his bag and pulling out his own book- not just any book but the same book you read currently. He leaned back on the sofa and turned to first page.
From curiousity, your eyes couldn’t stay long on the written words when you saw him shuffling on the sofa. You looked up and saw the same title of your book, written over his, the coverage, however, was green instead of orange like yours. He glanced up at you, his grey eyes meeting yours. You saw them lift as if he smiled but you couldn’t see due to the book that hid lower half of his head.
You turned back to your book, hiding your own little simper.
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Sense of time isn’t present when you’re reading a book. You have no idea whether it was an hour or 10 minutes but you knew it was long when you heard him gasp in the middle of your reading session. You looked up and found him staring profoundly into the book.
“No!” he gasped again, getting so close to the book that you thought he might consume it.
He must be at the part where the little girl drowns.
He flips back a page, tracing the sentences with his fingers and flipping fiercely the page forth- then back, then forth again, then he just kept doing that until he only moved the page front and back until he stopped and stared at you. “She dies?!” he frowns at you with his lower lip pointing out and his eyes about to tear up. “Bu- but it was supposed to be happy- he was supposed to-” he stopped as he finally saw your facial expression.
You were smiling at him, your eyes sparkling at his reaction to the book. He felt his heart do a back flip as he found you hiding your lower half of your head behind your book, your chest jumping as you laughed a bit.
“You think it’s funny?” he quirked an eyebrow.
“No. I think your reaction is as close to mine when I read the chapter. Wait a few more chapters.” you pressed the whole book on your chest and pulled yourself up to the sofa.
He watched you with wonder in his eyes. He had never saw a woman so gorgeous with her hair messed up like that. Your lips in a soft smile, your cheeks red from the fire and hands wrapping around the book.
He can’t ruin this. Stick to the book, Sirius. Stick to the book.
“Does he end up happy?” he asked, putting the book away just like you did.
“I don’t know.” you smiled, looking at the fireplace, then back at him. “It’s fiction, not a fairy tale. Knowing a few works of this author, I’d say he will end it in a way that it’s comforting.”
“Comforting?”
“No- is probably the answer.” you smiled, pulling your legs up to your chin.
“You were just going to let me down easy, huh?”
“You’re assertive. You rush into things.”
“That’s a sudden change of subject.” he said. “ Though if I’m the subject it’s a good change then.” he flashed you a smile.
“I don’t like assertive people, that’s why I read books because it’s a slow process.”
“That I do not like. Being assertive also means confident, which you have.”
“I don’t think being confident is something bad.”
“I never said it was.”
“Then what did you mean by that?”
“That we are both assertive, both confident and I do maybe rush into things but only because I wanna get it before it disappears.” he smiled at you, mirroring your position and pulling his legs up to his chin. “It’s not a bad thing.”
“I never said it was.” you smirked.
“You implied.”
“I did, didn’t I?” you looked at the fireplace again, then back at him. It was a moment of silence, a nice moment and so you made it count to read his expression, take in his wonderfully structured face. “What really caught your eye with me, Sirius Black?”
“I thought I told you.”
“No. You told me what I wanted to hear.”
“Your ignorance.”
“Alright.”
“You walked the halls with pride and ego, your head high, your chin up- too much confidence for a british woman, which you are not since you are from Durmstrang. Students there are cocky, high society-”
“That’s where you’re wrong. Students there are eager to learn because nobody wants to go back to their homes and live the life of their parents.”
“Cold.”
“It is cold there- what do you expect?” you tilted your head.
“You miss it?”
“Yes. All my friends and family went there.”
“Then why don’t you make friends here?”
“It’s not my priority.”
“Then what is?”
“Succeeding. Achieving my goals.”
“How come you’re not in Slytherin?”
“I told the Hat I want to be in Gryffindor.”
Sirius wanted to say something but your answer surprised him. “Wh- I mean, aren’t-”
“You said it yourself, Sirius Black. We are assertive people.” you smiled again, then started to gather your things and prepared to leave. “Plus I prefer red over green.” you looked over your shoulder and sent him a wink.
He chuckled to your answer and shook his head.
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He had found you in the same place the next evening. Same sofa, same position, however, this time you brought yourself a blanket to cover your legs.
He sat himself to his place and opened himself the book. The two of you met with your eyes, smiled and turned back to the book.
Time passed and this time the reading was interrupted by your sharp intake of breath. Sirius looked up at you, found your eyes confused and tearing the book apart. Your eyebrows were drawn together and tears started to gather in your eyes. You flipped another, the last page and read aggressievely, your finger tracing the sentances until it reached half of the page and your eyes stopped.
You stared at the page, then your eyes flickered up to his and a tear rolled down your cheek. You smiled through it and wiped the tear away. “Guess it doesn’t end up happily.” you tilted your head and he gave you a comforting simper.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” you let out a chuckle. “Just... a really shitty ending.”
“Do I even want to finish this book?”
“Honestly?”
“Yeah.”
“No, you don’t want to.”
“But I probably will because now you sparked my curiousity.”
You let out another laugh, leaning on the back of the sofa. “What chapter are you on?”
“Not far behind you. I spent last night reading another half, so I’m-” he put his arm up and checked his watch. “Maybe ten minutes away.” he smiled then looked down at your blanket. “May I?”
You looked down and nodded. “Yeah, sure.” you threw him the other end of the blanket and soon felt his cold feet touch yours. “Wow. You’re freezing.”
“Yeah, no thanks to your selfish arse.” he joked and you laughed.
“You could have easily asked.”
“And you could have easily offered.”
“My mind wasn’t on your cold feet or your needs.”
“Should be.” he continued to joke. “I was born to be served.” he threw his hair back and you laughed again, throwing pillow at , then leaning back and watching him. He looked at you and furrowed his eyebrows. “So you’re just going to stare at me?”
“You saw me cry. It’s only fair, I see you.”
“That’s unfair. My masculinity!” he put his hand over his heart and backed away.
“You’re pretending like you already had one to begin with.”
“You’re pretty mean.”
“I’m being nice.”
He gasped, mouth open before turning into a grin. “Fine but let me tell you I won’t shed a tear. I never liked this characters anyway. I’m a man.”
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You observed him as he read the next 10 to 15 minutes, flipping from one page to another, his expressions always changing. Sometimes he would mouth the sentences and furrow his eyebrows, re-reading them again. You could see he wasn’t much of a reader to begin with but he clearly enjoyed the book, living in it as he had completely ignored your gaze.
He bit his lower lip as he flipped to the last page, leaning back with his mouth open and you could see his eyes changing colour. He wasn’t sad... no, not like you. He was furious, angry even. I guess, everybody has their own reaction to things.
He slammed the book shut, fury on his face up until his eyes met yours. You were looking it him with affection- comfort maybe?
“How could you cry after this? It’s abominable.”
“It’s a book.” you smiled, leaning back and stretching your arms over your head.
“Fine. Then it’s an abominable book.” he spoke with frustration and you only chuckled.
You shrugged. “Wanna go get ice-cream?”
Sirius’ face went through three different expressions when you asked him that. “What?”
“You clearly need some comfort after what you just read.” you smiled and uncovered your legs, pulling them away from the warmth.
It was at that moment, when you placed your feet on the ground that had Sirius realized how close the two of you were. The moment he felt cold again when you removed your legs from his; they were intetwined together all this time since he was reading. He just didn’t realize it because he was completely lost in the book.
He felt something burn his cheeks and it wasn’t the fireplace that caused it. He stood up and stretched his arms over his head, grinning. When he stretched and cracked some of his joints, his arms fell right on your shoulder and pulled you a bit close. “Is the ice queen asking me on a date?” he teased, whispering to your ear.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “No, the ice queen wants some ice CrEaM to drown her sorrows in, now are you in or out?” you said but never removing his arm from your shoulder.
“Only if we eat from the same bucket.” he wiggled his eyebrows and you laughed.
“Get lost, Black.” you pushed his arm off and started walking.
“Oh, I knew you’d warm up to me eventually.”
“The book was a nice way in.” you shrugged.
“I know. Quite opposite of assertive, wouldn’t you say?”
“Bog off.”
“I’m going to love what we have.” he wrapped his arm around you and pressed you close as the two of you walked together. “Especially if we share the ice-cream together. Imagine the bond. That won’t ever go away.”
“Are you always this dramatic?”
“Depends on who you ask.”
“Don’t make me regret this.”
“I won’t for the life of it.”
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Daminette December Day 6
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Oh what’s this? Two chapters in a row from Marinette’s pov? Sorry just couldn’t help myself, like I just had to man
Hope yall enjoy it~
Princes and Pedestals
Chapter 6 – Comfort
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Marinette didn’t sleep that night.
Sure, negotiations had gone wonderfully and she, Cass and Steph had spent the afternoon discussing everything from fighting stances to Stephanie’s potential wedding dress. They hung out with Ivy again and went to the beach to pick up shells.
Most of the day's activities were Stephanie’s ideas but Cass and Marinette also enjoyed them. Now and then Jason and Dick would join them or Cass would go to do something or another, but Steph was practically attached to Marinette’s hip. She smiled, Alya and Chloe would be jealous.
She had fun, but when night fell and everyone had retired to their bedrooms, there was nothing to distract her from the memories.
His smile and the sparkle in his eyes when he was up to good mocked her whenever she closed her eyes. Reminding her that she’d never see them again.
When the birds started singing she’d given up trying to sleep. Marinette stood and for the last time she put on one of her black dresses. She put her hair in a single braid down her back and put on a practical pair of boots with it.
She stared at the silver necklace he gave her a month after they met. She hadn’t worn it since her week in isolation after he died. She'd kept it with her whenever she travelled but she’d never had the strength to wear it again.
She picked it up. On the silver chain hung an oval shaped emerald.
To remind you of me when I’m not with you, Bugaboo.
With shaking hands she tied it around her neck. It felt right to wear it this one last time.
She took a deep breath, she needed to be alone today, being around other people wasn’t something she had the energy for.
She eyed Tikki, still asleep on one of the many pillows on the bed. She loved her kwami dearly, but... she wasn’t in the mood for company.
She stood and walked over to where her writing supplies lie on the table. She quickly wrote a note for Tikki asking her to tell anyone who came looking for her that she was safe and that she’d be back by nightfall.
Satisfied, she grabbed her coat and her knife in its scabbard and made her way downstairs to the kitchen. She didn’t want to eat, but she needed the energy if she was going to be out all day.
When she got there the staff were busy preparing the meals of the day, the smells made her stomach rumble.
She didn’t really know who to approach or what to do but before she could worry about it too much a middle aged man with red hair approached her, he wore an apron and gave her a slight smile, “You the Guardian?”
“Yes, that would be me,” she answered, before she could figure out how to ask for a basket of food or something similar he chuckled lightly.
“Your Majesty, Alfred said you might show up, he asked me to give you this and to tell you Bluebell is saddled up for you in the stables. He also said that George left a saddle bag in her stable for you,” he turned around and picked up a basket and a thick looking basket, handing them to her.
She stared at the objects in surprise, “How did he...?” she started, not even knowing how to phrase the question.
He seemed to know what she meant, though, and just shrugged, “He just does that sometimes. We’ve learned not to question it,” amusement shinning in his eyes, he continued, “But if you’ll excuse me, I really need to get back to work,”
“Please, don’t let me stop you and uh... thank you,” she said lifting the basket slightly.
She turned out of the kitchen and a small wave of homesickness surprised her. Nathaniel also always knew what you needed before you did, helpfully supplying it before you could even phrase the question.
It was an ability all of Duusu's holders had, knowing how to take care of people and enjoying the act of doing so.
She made her way to the stables as the first rays of dawn started lighting the sky. Small rocks and sticks crunched between her boots and the cobblestone.
The fresh, chilly morning air motivated her to don her coat. When she got to the barn she saw a young dapple grey horse saddled up in her stable. The name on the door said ‘Bluebell’.
“Hey girl,” Marinette held her hand out and petted her. She opened the door and attached the saddle bag to the saddle, putting the blanket in it. She tied the medium sized basket to Bluebell’s back the way she’d been taught since it distributed the weight best.
She lead her out and once they were outside she climbed onto her back. She lightly kicked Bluebell’s sides and made her way to the forest.
She followed the well trodden path through it for an hour, while the sun slowly rose over their heads. Eventually, they reached a beautiful meadow. The path continued on, but Marinette was hungry and wanted to stop and eat.
A river ran through the clearing. The woods stretched out the other side of it. In the distance she could see the range of mountains they’d passed on their journey to Gotham.
She took out the blanket and spread it out. Then she removed and opened the basket. Inside she found all her favorite foods, as well as a bundle that contained apples, carrots and sugar cubes for Bluebell.
She allowed the horse to roam free, but she never wandered far. Marinette ate a few grapes, a small bun of bread and a few bites of cheese.
She gave Bluebell an apple and a sugar cube. The rest she rewrapped in the cloths she got them in. She removed the charcoal and parchment in the basket that Alfred had added for her to sketch with. It was a nice surprise; she wouldn’t have thought of including it.
She wasn’t sure when she started talking to Bluebell but eventually she found herself telling the horse everything, from the moment she met him to her initial thoughts. She told her about things she hadn’t thought of in ages.
She told her about how his favorite color was blue and his favorite season winter. She told her about how hard he'd tried to hide it when he started realizing he was getting sick.
She told her about how weak his grip had gotten towards the end and how it taken every piece of her self control not to take his ring and wish it all away.
She wasn’t sure when she started crying but before long her cheeks were wet and she was sobbing as she spoke of the memories and the pain and just how tired she was.
And when she was done she realized that it was already afternoon. She fed Bluebell some more, even though she’d grazed for most of the day, then she packed everything onto Bluebell.
As she rode back she felt as though a massive weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Today she’d found something in Bluebell’s presence that she hadn’t experienced for the longest time.
Bluebell didn’t have expectations of her, she was a horse, she didn’t put her on a pedestal like everyone else, to her she was just another human.
Maybe some people would find it funny that she’d found comfort in a horse, but Marinette couldn’t bring herself to care.
It was dark when she got back, she unsaddled Bluebell and brushed her.
She dropped the basket and blanket off at the kitchen and asked the staff to pass on her thanks to Alfred.
She made her way back to her room, passing the sitting room, just as Dick was exiting it. His eyes widened when he saw her.
He looked incredibly relieved, “Guys, I found her!” he called out, then made his way over to her, worry still evident on his face.
“Marinette are you alright? We were so worried,” he took her hand and seemed to be checking her over for injuries.
She frowned, had Tikki not told them that she was going out?
Steph suddenly appeared next to her, along with Jason, Cass and Damian.
Steph pushed Dick away from her, “She’s fine, Dick, you’re invading her space. I told you that Tikki said she’d be out,”
Stephanie’s hand rested on her shoulder. But she didn’t miss the way the girl’s gaze had caught on Marinette’s red rimmed eyes, along with the black rings under them, that clearly indicated that she hadn’t slept.
All the others still seemed intent on making sure she was fine for themselves, some less discreetly than others.
Jason took her cloak off before she even realized it and had folded it, asking a passing maid to wash it and fix the tears she hadn’t noticed.
Dick kept asking questions, but she zoned him out almost immediately.
Cass steered her towards a couch in the living room, and held her hand tightly, while studying her.
Damian was frowning at her muddied boots and a tear or two in her dress. It was an old dress, she was sure none of the tears were new, but she also had a feeling that wouldn’t ease his worry.
Stephanie started arguing with Dick, telling him to leave her alone and that she was clearly fine, though it seemed like she didn’t completely believe the words herself. She wasn’t the only one though, everyone looked worried.
Marinette was surprised, sure her court cared for her. But they never worried or asked questions about where she’d been, they trusted that if she looked fine she was.
So this, this was new.
She found that she didn’t mind too much. Well, she didn’t mind it in general. Right now, however, she was tired and emotionally drained and would rather explain everything later.
“Do you want me to take you back to your room?” Damian whispered from behind her, most of the others were too caught up in their own conversations to notice.
She turned around and met his gaze. Accept this time, she didn’t flinch. He seemed surprised too, maybe talking to Bluebell had done her more good than she’d realized.
She gave him a tired smile and nodded. He studied her for a moment more before looking up and glaring at his siblings.
“That is enough,” he said evenly, “She is clearly tired. If she so wishes, she will tell us what happened tomorrow. Now, I will be escorting her to her room so that she can get some rest,”
Most of his siblings stared at him in shock, while Cass smiled approvingly. Marinette stood and took Damian’s offered arm. He escorted her out of the room.
When they got to the hallway Plagg flew out and gave her a sad smile, “Hi, pigtails,”
She softly smiled back as they walked, “Hey, Plagg,”
He landed on her shoulder and whispered in her ear, “You should have seen him freaking out when you were missing. A true black cat, overthinking everything when it comes to their bug. He'll do well,”
He then curled into her neck and purred, she hadn’t missed the sad tone in his voice. Plagg was still grieving, it would take time before he’d truly bond with Damian.
She looked at the boy walking next to her, he seemed to be lost in thought, but he glanced at her every now and then, as though he was checking to make sure she was still there.
She spotted the ring on his finger, reminded of what Plagg said, she decided to break the silence.
“I'm sorry if I scared you guys, I figured Tikki and the note would be enough assurance,” she said softly, turning her head to look at him.
He glanced back at her, and she saw his gaze catching on her red rimmed eyes, “She showed us the note, but those have been faked in the past to hurt us before and we don’t know what your handwriting looks like, a lot of people have been known to target us and those we’re involved with, so we’re a bit paranoid,”
Suddenly she understood their reaction, they thought she might’ve been captured and her note was planted to buy the kidnappers time.
“I didn’t realize that. Though, in future, you should know that you would’ve been able to tell if something was wrong through the miraculous, thanks to Plagg and Tikki's connection,” she said, smiling at him, “Thank you, though, I’m not used to people worrying about me,”
He looked at her in surprise, but his voice was even when he spoke, “How so?”
She shrugged and looked forward again, “People tend to overestimate me,”
What an understatement. Everyone seemed to think she was practically invulnerable. Well, except for Damian and his siblings apparently.
She felt him tense slightly, he seemed to be pretty protective of her already. He had resonated quicker with Plagg than she anticipated.
They walked the rest of the way to her room in a comfortable silence.
When they finally got there he opened her door, but before she could go in he took her hand. She turned her attention to him and he studied her for a moment, clearly hesitant.
“Goodnight, Marinette,” he said softly, staring into her eyes, gaze searching.
She stared back at him and gave him a small smile, “Goodnight Damian,”
That night she slept better than she had in years.
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#maribat#daminette#daminette december#damian wayne#batman#marinette dupain cheng#guardian marinette#protective batsiblings#this chapter did not go how I planned it but like... i don't really mind it turned out pretty well#they all so worried about her#bluebell in the stable @ the other horses : yo man that girl got problems I'm telling u yall think ur humans have issues like damn#lmao#utp writes#marinette working through trauma by talking about it#yknow like a healthy person#unlike certain people#pointed look at batfam#batfam: and we were like we know but hey#my poor plagg#dami doesn't know what to do so he just listens to plagg and cass's advice#something to look forward to next chapter#i think#damian wayne x marinette dupain cheng#dc#ml x dc#dc x ml#everyone is hella worried and you can't blane em Mari has issues and they know it#*coughs* takes one to know one*coughs*#batfam: *glares at me*#thanks for reading
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Aziraphale’s Library Festive Countdown: Week 3
Hey all, Mod B here with this weeks batch of festive fun!
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A Christmas Carol Service by HolRose
Mr Crowley and Mr Fell Present: An Entertainment for Christmas
Or: How an Angel and a Demon inspired a Christmas Classic
Or: An Ineffable Christmas Cock-up
Or: How Charles Dickens Saved the Day
A fantastic good omens edition of the classic story, this fic does an excellent job of winding Aziraphale and Crowley into the story, and was wonderful at balancing its humour, introspection, and heartwarming elements.
Don't Even Wish for Snow by LadyShipwreck
Every Christmas for over 300 years, Crowley has put off telling his best human friend that he's a demon. He somehow doesn't see what's wrong with this picture.
This fic is just as hilarious as you would expect from the premise, but also has some very sweet moments that make it more than worth the read.
How an Angel Learnt to Relax and Rediscover Christmas by Jupiter_Ash
Aziraphale has a complicated relationship with various religious holidays. Christmas was no exception. (Part 1 guest starring other religious and non-religious holidays)
While it is currently still a WIP, the latest addition to the incredible Tales of Eden Cottage series is an absolute delight, featuring many engaging OCs, and endlessly enjoyably memorable footnotes.
O Night Divine by anonymintea
“Absolutely terrible, isn't it?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“The holidays,” Crowley replied. “Most dreadful time of year.” The feeling of cheer and holiday spirit may have put a spring in Aziraphale's step, but it was an oppressive weight on Crowley's chest. Like being outside on a humid day, the joy of Christmas was sticky in his lungs, suffocating.
This fic is a wonderful character study, with some very fun and in-character moments. Sweet and does a good job of poking fun at their awkwardness.
Mistletoe and Wine by Fire_Traveller
Aziraphale decorates the bookshop for Christmas and afterwards, he and Crowley share some hot mulled wine...until Crowley suggests that they could listen to some more modern Christmas music and actually dance to that...Just some shameless fluff, folks...
Written for the 'Mistletoe' prompt.
Exactly what you’d expect from a ‘mistletoe’ prompt in all the best ways, this fic has fantastic dialogue and is wonderfully fluffy. Super lighthearted and a joy to read.
Crowley's First Christmas by skimmingthesurface, SylviaW1991
Christmas is just the sort of holiday a demon has no business enjoying, even if one particular demon is entirely responsible for just such a holiday. After Armageddon't, he finally has a chance to see what all the fuss is about and one particular angel is very eager to show him. It's been nearly two thousand years of missing him every December, after all, so there's much to do.
There's mulled wine, Christmas markets, a tree to decorate, gifts to give, and secrets to share.
A wonderfully long fic to dig into, this fic manages to have them both fantastically in-character, with witty dialogue and many soft scenes, this fic nails their dynamic, and why we all love it so much.
Taking the Cake by Caedmon
Aziraphale has noticed his handsome neighbor, but hasn't had an excuse (or the nerve) to talk to him. He gets his chance, though, when a bakery delivers a package to the wrong door a few days before Christmas and his neighbor comes knocking.
A top tier human au with wonderful soft and flustered moments, this fic does an excellent job at developing their relationship, and is just such a joy to read.
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Happy christmas to all of all our readers who celebrate! If you don’t, I hope you also have a wonderful, peaceful day. Hope to see yall back next week for the final, new years themed rec post!
~ Mod B
#good omens#Ineffable Husbands#christmas fic#fluff#human au#first kiss#crack#outsider pov#dancing#mistletoe#Mod B#aziraphales library festive countdown
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