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suuuupernovaaa · 1 year

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Anonymous Request: Metkaniya reader and Neteyam are friends with benefits but Neteyam is in love with them and wants so much more but is afraid to speak up because he fears that by doing so he’ll lose them.

So the situation hurts him a lot and he cries sometimes at night and one night he’s caught by a family member and they manage to give him some advice. Your choice of end please!

Neteyam has you - but only partly. He'd do almost anything to have you completely.

Adult Neteyam. 1,576 words.

As always, when Neteyam leaves Y/N's pod, a familiar feeling sinks into his chest, where it will stay until he sees her again.

It's an odd mix of joy, satisfaction, dread, sickness, and fear. It does not feel good.

It took him a while to figure out why he felt this way. Y/N was only ever kind to him, only ever excited to see him but... something was missing. It felt as if your relationship existed only in secret, under the cover of night, as if Y/N was ashamed of him or maybe, didn't take it seriously.

Meanwhile, he was absolutely desperate for her. She consumed his every waking thought, making it nearly impossible for him to focus on anything except the next time he might see her.

It didn't feel as if she was feeling the same... or if she was, she was much better at hiding it.

Either way, Neteyam was left alone most nights, forcing the tears not to fall as he thought of her, completely fine without him.

He almost hated himself for it, but he could never hate her.

Standing at the entrance of my pod, I watched as Neteyam walked away. When he glanced back, I slunk into the shadows so that he couldn't see me watching him leave.

I watched him leave every time he went, wishing that he would stay, but too afraid to ask. Instead, I pushed him out the door, before I started crying in front of him.

I was a fool to fall in love with Neteyam Sully. He was the son of Taruk Makto, and his presence here was probably temporary. It was also very obvious that he wasn't interested in anything serious, and was only wanting to relieve some stress; he'd said as much when he'd proposed the us of you have some 'fun' together.

That had been months ago, and he'd never addressed it again - so I knew, his feelings hadn't changed. Sometimes I felt used by him, but then there were moments, when he would hold me, or brush my hair out of my face, that I would feel so cherished and loved.

But I didn't allow myself to believe it, because I was being foolish enough already, carrying on like this.

I had to let him go.

Neteyam wiped his eyes and rolled over to look up at the stars, trying to calm his breathing, but he was too upset. Instead of laying there with his family, he got up and exited their pod, heading down to the beach.

He didn't know he was being followed until it was too late.

"Neteyam? What's wrong?"

He supposed, if anyone had to catch him in a vulnerable moment, he would prefer it was Kiri.

Sick of holding it all in, he pulled Kiri in for a hug, and she responded immediately, placing her arms around him and pulling her brother in tight.

"Neteyam, are you okay?" she asked, her voice thick with concern. "Is it Y/N?"

Neteyam stood back, shocked. He hadn't ever spoken of Y/N around his family.

"Oh, don't look so surprised. You think we don't notice how you look at each other?"

Neteyam shook his head. "Bah, she doesn't... she feels..."

Kiri rolled her eyes. "You are in love with her, and you haven't told her. Why not?" She reached up, and wiped her older brother's eyes free of tears. Seeing him in pain was hard for her, but she couldn't help but think it might be his own fault. She loved and respected her brother, but didn't imagine he was very good at romance.

"She doesn't feel the same. Every time I see her, she practically rushes me away at the end of the... date. And when we're around other people, she avoids me."

Kiri crossed her arms and thought for a moment. "Have you just, asked her? You're both adults. Have you talked about it? Because you can't go on like this, Neteyam. It's eating you alive."

"I don't know what to say."

"Tell her how you feel. If she doesn't feel the same, you can move on. Go tell her now - while it's fresh."

Kiri reached out, giving her brother a gentle shove. A panicked look crossed his face.

"Do you want to just suffer forever?"

"If I tell her, and she doesn't feel the same, I could lose her entirely. What if suffering like this is better than not having her at all?"

Kiri pushed him again. "That isn't healthy. Go. Now."

Neteyam sighed, and took off towards Y/N's pod.

The moonlight was so clear that night, reflecting beautifully off the water, and I couldn't sleep anyway, so I had made my way down to the beach to dip my toes in and try to relax, just a little.

Tomorrow, I would tell Neteyam that it was too hard and I couldn't see him anymore.

Tonight, I could relish the way his touch felt, remember all the times we'd spent together, and try to smile before it was gone forever.

Splashing to the right alerted me that I wasn't the only one out late. A tall figure approached, and I squinted as they got closer and closer.

Neteyam.

Oh, no. If he was here now, I would have to tell him now.

I pulled my shawl tightly around my shoulders and took a few steps back as he got closer. My breathing was coming erratically now, my hands starting to shake.

"Y/N," Neteyam said, his smile nervous, when he finally reached me. "What are you doing out here?"

I shrugged. "Couldn't sleep. Needed, uh, to think."

Neteyam nodded. "Me too. We must talk."

"Yes, I think so." I reached out my hand and he took it, and I lead him back to my pod.

I wasn't sure whether to sit or stand once we arrived, so I followed Neteyam's lead.

"You, uh, first," Neteyam said nervously.

"Oh." I gripped the edges of my shawl, and took a very long, deep breath. If I didn't calm down, I was going to cry as I spoke, and I could not imagine anything more embarrassing. "Neteyam, I don't think we should see each other anymore. I know you said you just wanted, well, something fun but I, that no longer works for me."

Neteyam stood stiff as a board before me, his eyebrows furrowed, lips pursed, ears lowered. "Why not?"

I put my hand over my face as the hot tears gathered in my eyes, and my chest burned with sadness. A lump rose in my throat, making it hard to speak.

"I feel... more. I feel more for you. It pains me, to only see you once in a while, to not hold your hand or swim with you, to not... be yours." My voice was broken, and the tears fell as I spoke, though I tried to wipe them as quickly as they came.

Neteyam stood at me, mouth open, and I wanted to sink into the ocean and never rise again.

Neteyam could not believe what he was hearing. She wanted to break up with him... because she liked him?

Seeing the tears fall from her eyes made him ashamed of himself. All of this time, she wanted to be with him, truly with him, and had felt as if that wasn't what he wanted?

How had he failed her so miserably to allow her to get this upset?

He stepped forward, and pulled her hand away from her face as she wiped away her tears.

"I came here to tonight to confess that I am in love with you, Y/N, and that it has been paining me that I thought you did not feel the same."

She took in a small gasp, her eyes wide. "What? Neteyam!" She sounded almost mad, which made him want to laugh, even though he knew it wasn't the time.

"I would be honored to call you mine. To ride together with you every day, to make a home with you, to bring you to meet my family. I am in love with you."

He thought she would stop crying, but to his horror, she began crying even harder, her chest heaving up and down with sobs as tears poured down her face.

"Shit," he hissed, and he pulled her against his chest. "Don't try. This is good news, isn't it?"

She laughed, and he felt only a little relief. "Yes! I just feel, I feel like we are both really stupid."

He had to laugh along with her. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

She stood up, and they smiled at each other, smiles so wide that their cheeks might start to ache.

"I love you, too, Neteyam. I'm so sorry I made you feel like I didn't. I have loved you since I first met you."

He caressed her soft, wet cheek, and she leaned gently into his palm.

"Let us be honest with each other, from this moment on. Let us always tell each other the truth," she said, and she placed a kiss on his open palm.

He felt such a pride and relief in his chest, he thought he might burst into tears next.

"And you must let me tell you every day, how much I love you," he replied.

She smiled once more. "So long as it is the truth."

Neteyam knew it always would be.

#neteyam #Neteyam x reader #Neteyam fic #avatar #avatar the way of water

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korra-northeast-germany · 2 years

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Tw: suicide, breakdowns, verbal and emotional abuse. Mentions of physical abuse. Audio Hallucinations? Basically do not read if you are sensitive to these topics you have been warned

Like I care

"C'mon luci let's go play", a childish wish from a younger brother craving the attention of his caretaker, his grip oh so tight almost removing the circulation from the eldest arm causing pain tho not a lot. "Not now Mammon" the elder spoke trying to pry him off, "I am busy a little later alright?" The child just whines. "But luci...! Non of our other brothers wanna play, plus you always focus on your work!! Just play with me please luci" he looks like he'd cry if not give the attention, the elder tries all with his might eventually givimg in. His brother refused to let up, forcing him to be unable to do anything but allow the young angel to have his way.

"Alright I'll....play with you.."

"Lucifer?" Mammon slowly walked into the avatar of pride's room, a sheepish look upon his face. "I was thinking maybe just us to can spend time together? I mean your always focused on your work and I the GREAT Mammon think you should take a break at least for today ya?" Oh the annoyance Lucifer felt, how dare the destructive brother inturpt his work. He had very important papers and couldn't turn them away, they are very much more important than whatever money making scheme Mammon was thinking of making into some silly game. "No Mammon I'm not in the mood, my work is very much important as of current which must be done as soon as possible" he responds glaring at the tanned male. "But Lucifer I really think you need a break. Take some time to play a game with me your little brother?" "NO mammon. If you do not have anything of importance to tell me then leave." Oh how Lucifer will come to regret those words. "....fine" the former angel of charity leaves the scene, saddened his older brother rather kiss up to 'Diavolo than spend time with him. Bah like he cares.

Like he cares

"Mammy read that book to me again, the one about the prince and the Knight" a blond haired spawnling spoke, hands holding up his favorite children's book up to his older brother/mother figure. He was no older than a 6yo in human terms, a young impressionable 6yo at that high hopes high potential high... wrath. Oh sweet baby he was. 'Mammy' just smiled at his youngest sibling, strong tanned arms bringing the child into the elders chest kissing his head followed by a friendly laugh which radiated through the whole of HOL. "Of course I'll read to Ya tan tan!" The avatar grins oh how his heart fluttered and swelled, never could Mammon ever say no to Satan. "Do you want to read in your room or the library?" No answer was truly needed, 'Mammy' already knew. "library library!"

A frustrated Satan searched everywhere far and wide for his missing book. Where was it? Who could have took it? It could not have been some low life demon! Of course not this was HIS private library after all only he, his brothers, Diavolo + Barbados, and in few RARE occasions the exchange students could enter! Who in the world could have taken his book...Who would dare have the audaci- "MAMMON!!" Shifting quickly into his demon form the 4th brother avatar of wrath would go looking for the 2nd born with an undying force a desire to eliminate the thieving scumbag. He spots Beel, Levi, and Asmo all hanging out playing one of Levi's video games. Rare. "What's got your panties in a twist?" Questions Asmo raising his brow.. "let me guess the scumbag stole from You?" Levi huffed "yeah he stole from me to! I can't find my limited edition ruru-chan fighters game anywhere! Ugh!" "And my perfume and nail set" the 2 OBNOXIOUS siblings spoke both seething with hate. Beel just stayed quiet. "Have any of you seen Mammon at least!?" Everyone shrugged where was mammon no one knows. Annoyed, Satan retracts his demon form to instead visit Lucifer, man's pulling a snitch like Levi does. It's not like he cares about what happens to mammon.

Like he cared

"End it"

No....

"Get it done with hurry up!"

But they'll miss me

"Don't you understand no one cares!"

They care!

"Do they or are you fooling yourself to believe such lies"

You don't know shit

"When was last time they called you their brother"

I- uh...

"When was the last time you remember getting a hug from your brothers?"

When...

"Don't finish that sentence you know you don't remember"

You don't understand i- they can't possibly want this

"Scumbag"

Stop

"Bastard"

Stop it

"Thief"

Listen

"Good for nothing"

Not funny!

"Idiot!"

Okay It get it stop!

"No one wants you here don't you understand"

No response

"Not lucifer"

...

"Not Levi"

...

"Not Asmo"

....

"Not Beel"

....

"Not Belphie"

...

"Most of all NOT satan"

....

"Don't you understand Mammon! They would have won the war if you died instead! They would be so much happier with Lilth if you died instead it should have been You! Not Lilth YOU!"

really low blow...low....*hic* blow..

"You know its true, so go ahead do it... end it"

Tears now pool from the avatar's eyes

"After all...."

" Its not like they care "

He should have cared. Satan should have cared. He didn't care when he saw Lucifer whipping his brother, he didn't care when Mammon cried saying it wasn't him that took everyone's stuff. No..He didn't care when he saw Mammon's dull eyes looking straight at him while a smile plastered the elders face a really really fake smile. He should have cared he knew he should have cared. Yet he didn't. HE DIDN'T. He let it happen...He.. He let the man that raised him for centuries ever since he was just a little spawnling suffer..while He watched, while he participated, while he accuse, called him names, shamed, and emotionally as well as mentally abused him. What kind of brother was He? The blond avatar can only feel wrath seething, could only feel the wrath threatening to lash out at anyone or anything that dare DARE inturpt his search.

Where was He?

Where was Mammon?

Where was the man that used to read him books every night?

Where was the brother that used to sing to him while everyone argued and fought?

Where was his knight?

Where was the brother that promised to always be there for him?

He needed him

He needed his Mammy

Why wasn't Mammy coming to his aide?

"MAMMON!" He cries out continuing his search.

The demon wheezed and coughs, he failed his attempt, he's been lying here by himself stuck in the human realm for what..4 days now? Great.....just perfect...he thought he could do it much easier here yet...ugghhh whatever he'll..he'll try again. After all

Who could ever care for the great scumbag mammon

What has he done...he drove him away... he was trying to protect him from a fate worse than death, yet in the prideful Damon's efforts to protect drove him away. Fuck this was just like Lilth over again. It's been 5 days, they searched everywhere in Devildom by now and now were searching in the human realm. He felt the bond, the spukd bond no longer as faint as before...They were close....They were close they were going to find him. Once they do Lucifer plans to spoil Mammon rotten. Play as many games as Mammon wanted, bake with him, visit all the famous casinos, May be even gamble a little only a little! He was going to...he had to he needed..

Wait

The soul bonded was acting up like fucking crazy, he was close Lucifer is do undeniable close he'll find Mammon soon he will he knows! Following the little hot cold game the soul played he ended up finding a certain white haired demon who looked so disorimtated so awful. " Mammon!" He calls moving t grab him only to watch his hands go through him. "Wha-" no no it can't be..he was,no.."Mammon, Mammon!!"

They were to late..they were way to late. Their brother mammon? Dead gone faded into nothing. when they heard the news everyone's worlds broke into a billion peices.

Beel couldn't bring himself to eat for weeks.

Belphie struggled with sleep constantly waking from nightmare upon nightmare.

Asmo shut down, a response no one could read for not a single person can tell how this plagued him.

Levi left his room often yes but constantly sulked, he never dare talk about or mention ruru-chan or anything related instead walking in and out of Mammon's too, on occasion to take his stuff hoping just hoping his brother would return.

Satan's wrath was off the hooks, when he heard the news he sulked for days upon days, he went through the stages of grief desperately looking through each and everyone of his spells to return the big brother/mother he had lost. When that didn't work he lashed out constantly, he lashed out at Lucifer accusing him blaming him to the mess saying 'he never cared' because he never saw a single tear in the those raven haired eyes. He moves onto the other brothers before moving onto himself, the boy broke. He read the story about the knight and prince as well as the other countless amounts of books his mammy used to read to him hopesnthst he'll return. He never did.

He never did. Lucifer...Lucifer Oh how he failed his little brother, some nights he prayed to their father with hopes of the return of his brother, null. How the once prideful avatars pride faded quickly at the mention of his favorite, he never truly did accept his death. Couldn't bring himself to. Lucifer oh lovely lovely Lucifer 'the failure first born' forever plagued by the last conversation he shared with little mammom before his death.

"Lucifer?" Mammon slowly walked into the avatar of pride's room, a sheepish look upon his face. "I was thinking maybe just us to can spend time together? I mean your always focused on your work and I the GREAT Mammon think you should take a break at least for today ya?" Oh the annoyance Lucifer felt, how dare the destructive brother inturpt his work.(work he shouldn't have payed attention to) He had very important papers and couldn't turn them away(why not turn them away this one time?) they are very much more important than whatever money making scheme Mammon was thinking of making into some silly game.(why didn't you play?)"No Mammon I'm not in the mood, my work is very much important as of current which must be done as soon as possible"(take a break Luci...) he responds glaring at the tanned male. "But Lucifer I really think you need a break. Take some time to play a game with me your little brother?" "NO mammon. If you do not have anything of importance to tell me then leave."(please come back to me...) Oh how Lucifer will come to regret those words. "....fine" the former angel of charity leaves the scene(I shouldn't have let him...).

A/N:this genuinely took a while like LITTERALLY lol. I stayed up late thinking and gathering inspiration cuz I only really write upon impulse and this was one of them. Anyway I'm happy it's done and hope people like it :) sorry if it's too depressing/to long or if there's grammar issues I stayed up writing like for days lol.

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autumnalmess · 15 days

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would love to hear more about "to watch a bird in flight"! :D

Now that I'm in my ridiculously late break from work (it's literally midnight I procrastinated for too long this morning), I can finally answer these!!

"to watch a bird in flight" is a canon era (eventual) enjoltaire fic, with the title coming from the first amis chapter:

This is a sweet but angsty pre-barricade fic in which Grantaire is a coward, Enjolras is capable of being terrible, and revolution waits in the wings.

It's inspired by the fact that Grantaire is a huge fucking yapper and I hadn't seen enough book-faithful blabbing in a lot of the fics I'd read. But more because I am charmed and fascinated by working out the pipeline from 'roughly repulsed, rejected' to the sudden and unfortunate realization of being in love with someone so a) male in 1830s France, and b) unlike anything one could have anticipated.

I've not said even half the things I have to say about this fic (more is in the tags) so please do comment if you're interested or have any questions!!

Have an angsty little snippet xx:

Bahorel claps a hand on his shoulder as Grantaire begins to shuffle homewards. “Good man. Now straight home, mind. Don't do anything stupid.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, he winces, every inch of him sighs with the realization of his mistake.

Grantaire’s body goes rigid beneath his hand.

“Oh?” Grantaire mutters, facing away from him.

“Grantaire-” Bahorel begins.

Grantaire whirls around with a look of deep amusement in his eyes. His grin is almost manic, offset by a bitterness too wracked with self loathing to ignore. His limbs are quaking with the anticipation of his spiel, as if the words themselves are bubbling up within him, jostling to break the surface.

“Grantaire, you're-” Bahorel says again.

“No, dear Bahorel, you're absolutely right, the deuce! As per usual!” Grantaire cries, his voice dripping with insincerity. “So attentive of you to, to warn me against doing something stupid. Oh, as I am wont to do indeed! Bah, you know me so well!”

He is gabbling now, unable to stop himself as words spew out of him, harsher and louder with the rush of the Seine in his ears and the sympathetic grimaces of the blank faces passing him by. His hands flail wildly, desperately, in vast gestures fit for the opera. His performance is all bravado, undercut by deep hurt. Already, the guilt is rising like bile in his throat.

“Ah, alas, without you I would topple into the river! Without you I would, ah whoopsadaisy! And fall in front of every trap I see, I should be so lucky. Ever so sorry, my lord, I didn't realize you'd called for the fool! No matter, no bother, I'll just skip on over, shall I? Yes, you call for the fool, and here I am! In my red stockings and my JANGLY HAT!”

“GRANTAIRE!” Bahorel's cry silences him.

Bahorel is not an astute man by any means, nor is he concerned with the ‘how’s and the ‘why’s of the world. But he is kind. And it does not take him more than a moment to see through Grantaire's hollow little show.

His friend's wandering eyes are guilty and exhausted, and full of despair. He envelopes Grantaire in an embrace.

For a moment, Grantaire is still, then his weight shifts almost imperceptibly against Bahorel's sturdy form.

“You're not a fool,” says Bahorel carefully. “I know that's what this is really about. But I don't think that. And I'd never say what he said…I'm not even certain he meant it himself.”

He holds Grantaire at arm's length, staring him in the eyes. Grantaire shifts uncomfortably and looks at the floor.

“Go home, Grantaire. Okay? Get some sleep. Have some fucking water for God's sake. And tomorrow you can watch whilst I punch that pompous bastard in the mouth.”

He says it with an easy smile on his lips, but Grantaire does not laugh. He just sniffles, wipes his nose on his sleeve, and looks at the floor.

“I'll go home,” he mumbles.

#SAVE ME CANON ERA ENJOLTAIRE #in which Enjolras is actually disgusted by Grantaire #in which Grantaire would actually genuinely just rather die than tell Enjolras he's in love with him #in which Enjolras realises Grantaire's capabilities and is frustrated by his blatant waste of potential #in which Enjolras fleetingly meets his mathc #in which Enjolras fucking HATES slowly falling in love but can't do anything to stop it #and then has to reckon with OH GOD WHY MUST I BE IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE SO HORRENDOUSLY IMPRACTICAL #les mis #les miserables #victor hugo #enjoltaire #fanfiction

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poseidonsdaughterthesiren · 21 days

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The Daughter of Poseidon: Chapter Ten

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The sun drooped in swirls of pinks, oranges, and purples. The birds and the frogs sang their transitional duet. A gentle breeze settled across the waves of the lake.

Della sighed and pushed her soft curls behind her ear. She sat at the edge of the dock kicking her feet back and forth in the water. Back and forth. Splish. Splash. Backwards than forwards. Splish. Splash.

She stared blankly at the images the clouds created. A few of them resembled horses and pegasi. Other appeared like silhouettes of people fighting–Della tried to ignore those. One, if she squinted, almost looked like Perry the Platypus–huh interesting choice there Zeus.

“Del?”

Della stiffened at the sound of his voice. She turned her head and there he was in his orange camp shirt.

“Luke?” she breathed out. Her lips curved up into a soft smile.

He grinned back at her and took a seat by her on the dock.

Della turned to him. He looked like he had when they first met.

“You changed your hair,” he said. He reached a hand out and played with one of the many little braids in her hair.

Della laughed and and grabbed Luke’s hand in her hair. She held there for a moment not quite sure what to do next. Her eyes met his brown ones.

They were soft and full of love. Love he never got to show her–not really.

He cupped her cheek in his hand.

They were so close their noses were touching.

“Gods,” she whispered, “I wish you were actually here.”

“I know,” he whispered back. “But you better take the sign Aphrodidite is throwing at you?”

“What do you mean? Della gave him a puzzled look.

“Thalia’s brother.”

Della sighed and closed her eyes a tear slipped out

“Hey none of that,” he said, “I know you like him.”

Luke removed his hand from her cheek and pulled back a bit.

“But–”

“Del, we’ll meet again for real one day–but for now–be happy.”

“Okay,” she whispered.

“That’s my girl,” Luke grinned, “Now do me a favor…please wake up.”

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Della wakes up to the feeling of chains around her body and Piper’s voice. Someone stuffed a cloth in her mouth and by the taste it might as well have been a dirty gym sock.

“Leo, help!”

But Piper’s lips were not moving, no she was close by struggling in her own bonds.

The Cyclops from earlier was imitating Piper’s voice to trap the only remaining person in their little party.

Wait–where’s Jason?

Della glances around to find the blonde konked out to Piper’s left. He has a giant welt on his left eyebrow.

Della tries to shimmy around in her restraints but to no avail. They were too tight. She let out a muffled cry as the restraints seemed to get tighter. How could she have been so stupid? Monocle Motors with a single red-eye symbol? She should’ve thought about it harder–then again she has a concussion.

“Leo?” The Cyclops says again less certain. “See told you it was nothing,” he grumbles in his normal voice.

Della grunts and struggles in her restraints again.

“Leo, help me!” it screamed.

“Help–” “Piper’s” voice cut off turning masculine again, “Bah, there’s no one out there. No demigod could be that quiet.

Della stops struggling and takes a deep breath. She closes her eyes seeing if maybe just maybe there’s some water nearby.

The other cyclops chuckles, “Probably ran away, if he knows what's good for him. Or the girl was lying about a fourth demigod. Let’s get cooking.”

Snap. A bright orange light sizzles to life. The cyclops in a chain mail loincloth waltz over to Piper, who squirmed and tried to head-butt him in the eye.

“Can I take her gag off now? I like it when they scream.”

The question is for the third cyclops, apparently their leader. They grunt in response and loincloth removes Piper’s gag.

To Della’s relief, she doesn’t scream. Piper takes a shaky breath like she’s trying to keep calm.

“Scream Girl! I like funny screaming!”

“Oh, Mr. Cyclops, you don’t want to kill us. It would be much better if you let us go,” Piper says with that rich silk voice.

Loincloth scratches his head in thought. He turns to the other cyclops Fiberglass-Toga. “She’s kind of pretty, Torque. Maybe we should let her go.”

Torque growls, “I saw her first, Sump. I’ll let her go!”

Sump and Torque square up on each other but the third cyclops rises and shouts,

“Fools!”

` Shit, she’s female…Tyson once commented that the females were usually smarter than the males. That also meant they could be taller too….

Della’s wide eyes snap over to the she-clops. Intelligence sparkles in her singular red eye. She towers above the other two and her chainmail dress scratches the cement as she moves.

She clops stalks over and pushes Sump aside. Torque backs up in response.

“This one is Venus’ spawn,” she snarls, “She’s charmspeaking you.”

“Please ma’am–”

` “Rarrr!” The lady cyclops said. She grabbed Piper around the waist. Della struggles and yells through her gag. “Don’t try that pretty talk with me girly. I’m Ma Gasket! And I’ve eaten heroes tougher than you for lunch!”

She drops Piper to let her dangle. Ma Gasket turns to Della a wicked smile coats her features.

“Now this girly will be one of my highest achievements! A daughter of Neptune! A very rare cut indeed!”

Della glares at Ma Gasket and struggles a bit more in her bonds. She is not a piece of meat–wait Neptune…oh yeah Dad’s Roman name.

Ma Gaskey laughs and turns around to chew out Sump.

Piper, who is now only lightly swinging back and forth, glances at Della. “You okay?” she mouths.

Della gag in mouth nods but winces at the action.

Damn her for getting a concussion and then making it worse by getting clubbed by a cyclops…speaking of she needs to figure out an escape plan and quick.

“–eat her last, Ma?” Sump asks.

“Idiot!” Ma Gasket booms. These “fine” gentlemen must be her sons. “I should’ve thrown you out on the streets like proper cyclops children! You might’ve actually learned some useful skills! Curse my soft heart I kept you!”

“Soft heart?” Torque mutters.

“What was that you ingrate?”

“Nothing, Ma. I said you got a soft heart. We get to work for you, feed you, file your toenails–”

“And you should be grateful!” Ma Gasket bellows. “Now, stoke the fire, Torque! And Sump, you idiot, my case of salsa is in the other warehouse. Don’t tell me you expect me to eat these demigods without salsa!”

“Yes, Ma,” Sump stutters, “ I mean no, Ma. I mean–”

“Go get it!” Ma Gasket screams. She picks up a nearby truck chassis and slams it over Sump’s head. Sump crumples to his knees. This must be a regular occurrence for Sump because he manages to push the chassis off his head. Then he staggers to his feet and runs off on his quest of salsa.

Della glances around trying to find a way out of this. There were a few ideas but then Della notices a certain curly-haired crouching behind the machines. Thank the gods.

Piper notices him as well and lets out a gasp.

“What’s the matter, girl? So fragile I broke you?” Ma Gaket asks. She turns to Della. “Let's hope you don’t taste like seafood Girly. I don’t think salsa can take care of fish. That last hero we ate–remember him Torque? Son of Mercury wasn’t he?”

“Yeah, Ma,” Torque says, “Tasty. A bit stringy, but good.”

“Said he was on medication but he tasted fine.”

“Tasted like Mutton,” Torque recalls, “Purple shirt. Talked in Latin. Yes, a bit stringy, but good.”

Della freezes and glances at Jason, who is still out like a light. “Purple Shirt?” Della asks.

“Spoke Latin?” Piper asks at the same time.

They glance uneasily at each other.

“Good eating,” Ma Gasket says. “Point is, we’re not dumb as people think. We’re not falling for those tricks and riddles, not us Northern Cyclops!”

Northern Cyclops?

“I never knew you were so big and clever!” Piper exclaims.

“Flattery won’t work either,” Ma Gasket says. Though she sounds quite pleased. “But it’s true you’ll be breakfast for the best cyclops around!”

“But aren’t cyclops good? I thought you made weapons for the gods?”

“Bah! I’m good at eating people. Good at smashing things. And good at building things yes, but not for the gods. Our cousins the Eldere cyclops, they do this yes. Thinking they’re all high and mighty, cause they’re a few thousand years older.”

Della glances at the machines below, hopefully, Leo finished whatever he was doing down there.

“Then there’s the Southern Cyclops, living on islands and tending sheep. Morons! But us Hyperborean Clan, we’re the best! Founded Monocole Motors in this factory–the best weapons, armor, chariots, fuel-efficient SUVs! And yet bah! Forced to shutdown! Laid off most of our tribe. The war was too quick. Titans lost. No good! No need for cyclops weapons!”

“Oh no,” Piper sympathsizes, “I’m sure you made amazing weapons!”

Torque grins. “Squeaky war hammer!” He picks up a large pole with an accordion-looking metal box on one end. He slams it against the floor cracking the cement but there is sound like the world’s largest rubber ducky getting stomped on.

“Terrrifying,” Della says.

“Can I see it?” Piper asks. “I’f you could just free our hands–”

Torque steps forward excitedly but Ma Gasket stops him.

“Stupid! She’s tricking you again! Enough talk! Slay the boy first before he dies on his own. I like my meat fresh.”

“Hey, wait,” Piper says, “Hey can I just–”

Della notices a wire spark where Leo was.

Unfortunately, so did the cyclops as they hurled a car at him.

Leo, somehow, rolls out of the way. He gets to his feet and Ma Gasket spots him.

“Torque, You pathetic excuse of a cyclops get him!” she yells.

Torque barrels towards him while Leo frantically guns the toggle on a makeshift remote.

Torque was fifty feet away. Then forty. Twenty.

Then a robotic arm whirs to life. A three-ton metal claw slams into Torque so hard he lands on his face. He tries to scurry up but the robotic hand grabs him by one leg and hurls him up in the air.

“AHHHHHHH!” Torque screams as he rockets through the air. THUD! The ceiling was too high up and too dark to be exactly sure what was happening.

Della guesses that he hit a support beam judging by the noise.

Yellow dust rains down instead of a body. Good one down two more to go.

Ma Gasket stares at Leo in shock. “My son…you…you….”

As if on cue Sump staggers back into the room a jar of salsa in his hand.

“Ma I got the extra spicy–”

Leo spun the remote toggle and a second robotic arm whacks Sump in the chest. The salsa explodes like a piñata onto the concrete floor. Sump falls back into a third machine. This arm slams into him he explodes into a cloud of yellow dust.

One more to go.

Della and Piper cheer Leo on. Ma Gasket, on the other hand, roars and grabs the nearest crane arm and rips it off the pedestal.

“You busted my boys! Only I get to bust my boys!”

Leo punches a button and two more arms spawn into action.

Ma Gasket catches the first one and tears it in half. The second arm smacks her in the head, but it only seems to make her even more mad. She grabs it by the clamps, rips it free, and swings it like a baseball bat. It misses Della, Piper, and Jason by a mere inch. Ma gasket lets it go spinning towards Leo.

Leo yelps and rolls to one side as it demolishes the machine next to him.

Ma Gasket stands twenty feet away from him now, next to the cooking fire. She clenches her fists and bares her teeth. She looks ridiculous in her getup the pigtails and the chainmail dress bu the look of revenge was not a look to laugh at.

Della knew that look all too well.

“Any more tricks demigod?” she snarls.

“Heck yeah I got tricks!” Leo shouts, “Come any closer and I’ll destroy you with fire!”

Della moves her hands in the bonds trying to connect with water just in case–just in case she is right and he has no control.

“Would you? Cyclops are immune to fire you moron. But you wish to play with flames let me help.”

She scoops red-hot coals from the fire into her hands and flings them at Leo. They all land around his feet.

“You missed,” he says incredicously.

Ma Gasket grins and pciks up a barrel next to the rucks and hurls it at Leo.

Coals spark and Leo closes his eyes.

Piper screams, “No!”

Della watches and waits–

A firestorm erupts around Leo, swirling twenty feet into the air. Ma Gasket screams in delight, but Leo doesn’t offer the fire any good fuel. The Kerosine burns up dying down to a small patch on the floor.

“Leo?” Piper asks.

Della smiles so she's right.

Ma Gasket gasps. “You live?” She takes an extra step forward. “What are you?”

“The Son of Hephestus,” Leo says, “And I warned you I’d destroy you with fire.”

He points a finger with a look of determination and shoots a bolt of white-hot flames at the chain suspending the engine block above Ma Gasket;s head.

The flames die. Nothing happens. Ma Gasket cackles. “An impressive try Son of Hephestus. It’s been centuries since I’ve seen a fire user. You’ll make a spicy appetizer!”

The chain snaps–the single link heated beyond it’s tolerance point–and the engine block fell, deadly and silent.

“I don’t think so,” Leo says.

Ma Gasket didn’t even have a chance to look up.

Smash! No more cyclops–just a pile of yellow dust under a five-ton engine block.

“Not immune to engines, huh?” Leo says, “Boo-yah!”

The curly haired boy crumples to his knees.

“Leo!” Piper yells, “Are you alright?”

Leo stumbles back to his feet. He’s never used that much of his power before, Della can tell, he’s pale and sweaty.

It takes him a long time to get Piper and Della out of their chains. Della scampers over to Jason, who was still unconcious.

Piper passes Della nectar.

Della manages to trickle a bit into his mouth, and he groans. Thank the gods. The welt on his head shrinks and he gets a bit more color back in his face.

“He’s goit a thick skull, he’ll be fine,” Leo says.

“Good,” Piper says. Then she looks at Leo with something that resemebles fear. “How–did you–the fire–have you always…”

Leo looks at his shoes, “Always,” he says, “I’m a freaking menace. I’m sorry I should’ve told you guys sooner–”

“Sorry?” Della and Piper laugh.

“That was amazing, Valdez! You saved our lives. What are you sorry about?” Piper asks. She smiles at him with pride in her eyes.

“You did awsome Dude,” Della smiles, “I had a feeling about this.” she gestures to the fire thing.

“I bet you did, Katara,” Leo teases. His smile fades when he notices something by Piper’s foot.

Della sees it too.

Yellow dust–the pulvarized cyclops remains, shifts across the floor like an invisible wind was pushing it back together.

What in Hades–

“They’re forming again,” Leo says, “Look.”

“Impossible…” Della mutters. She’s seen monsters die they never do this.

“I thought you said they go back to Tarturus?” Piper asks.

“They’re supposed to,” Della says.

“Well, no one told the dust that,” Leo says.

“Oh gods,” Piper says, “Boreas said something about this. When–”

“Death holding up horrors, When monsters no longer stay in Tarturus and death is no longer confined to Hades,” Della finishes for her. “Let’s get out of here. Now.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” Leo says.

#oc character #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #percyjacksonxsister!reader #fanfic #percy and annabeth #jason grace x jackson!reader #jason grace x reader #luke castella

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This Week in BL - Ending the Year FINE & simple

Dec 2022 Wk 4

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Never Let Me Go (Tues YT) 3 of 12 - Butler Dad (v.2) is going to be a problem, I can tell. Chimon is a cute, if suspicious, flirt. Palm, on the other hand, is the gentlest flirt imaginable. He wants spoiled prince + attack dog dynamic so bad. As, indeed, do I.

Between Us (Sun iQIYI) 8 of 12 - still enjoying it very much, annoyed by filler couples, WATCH ALONG HERE.

609 Bedtime Story (Fri WeTV) 6 of 11 - Oh, I see! The Mint storyline is to give more characters motivation to murder Dew. It’s all set up. How clumsy. Meanwhile, we got a confession right on schedule, classic romance beats.

I Will Knock You (Fri Gaga) 7 of 12 - Whatever.

Remember Me (Sun Gaga) 12 of 14 - Honestly? I’d DNF this show but its almost done and I've watched 12 already. Sunk cost fallacy in action. I’m not going to make this mistake with this production house again. JaFirst cry well, but I’m vetting and binging these in future.

My School President (Fri YT) 5 of 10 - no ep this week, resumes Jan 6

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

The New Employee (Korea Weds Viki) 2 of 8 - It’s giving me life, this one. Pining boss. Drunk lesbian bestie of awesome. Plus gay player (former college heartthrob) is a fun background for the faen fatal, not to mention rainbow rice cakes. COME ON. RAINBOW RICE CAKES!

HIStory 5: Love in the Future (Taiwan Thurs Viki) 1 of 20 - A cheerful kid from 1999 travels to 2022, works as a deliveryman, and meets an heir with a domineering personality. Directed by Nancy Chen (HIStory 4, Papa & Daddy). The time travel premise is interesting, the leads are giving me whipping boy vibes, but I don’t like seme’s stalker energy. It feels very HIStory franchise which means it could go any direction but sensible and I’m expecting problematic tropes. However! The sides are GREAT - they’re an office romance boss/intern relationship. And this is 20 full episodes so we will get plenty of them. Also, is that Taiwan I see giving us a femme character? I am all amazement. I think I like this show, actually. (Note; will be referring to this as H5 going forward.)

The Director Who Buys Me Dinner (Korea Thurs iQIYI) 5-6 of 10 - Is there a not very small part of me that wishes this were a love story between the earnest assistant baby boi, and the older anxiety-riddled rockstar? Yes. Although I did not expect Korea to go there with the lipstick mark AND an actually gay idol. What alternate reality are we currently living in? Also, is every character in this show slightly insane? Yes. Is every actor in this show slightly too pretty for my emotional well-being? Also, yes. Bring it on 2023.

Candy Color Paradox AKA Ameiro Paradox (Japan Fri Gaga) 3 of 8 - I think I just don’t like the photographer character much (although he’s very typically Japanese tsundere seme). Really quite a good kiss though, for Japan. On the flip side, it was nice to see the reporter being good at his job (competency porn is a very underused trope in BL). Then we get confession, immediate retraction, and a disbelief counter attack. Then more kisses. Huh. This isn’t progressing how I expect. And that’s kinda nice too. Oh Japan, you so cute & trixie.

It’s Airing But I’m Not Watching It

Love Bill (Vietnam Sat YT) - Bah Vinh is back but I’m too distracted. Also there’s a lot of fund raising stuff going on with them. I’ll wait and binge.

The Star Always Follow You (Vietnam YT) - same Team RL peeps we have seen before (Sunshine, Stupid)

Till the World Ends (Thai YT) 10 eps - it seems to be good but I don’t know about the ending with that kind of title, so I’m waiting.

Moonlight Chicken GMMTV’s Midnight series (Weds YT) 1 of 8 eventually - first segment has begun bit it’s not the EarthMix messy gays. Sorry all, I’m so not interested in messy hets, so I’m waiting until they grace my screen.

In Case You Missed It

Coffee Melody special feat TitNuea & Jean like it’s counterpart was rather dull, but I find this a more appealing couple than the mains so I liked it better.

Moments Of Love - featuring SmartJames AKA LeonPhob from Don't Say No) from Foremorfilm Production supposedly aired Dec 24 directed by Golf Tanwarin (609 Bedtime Story and The Eclipse). But it has no rating on MDL so I guess not?

Next Week Looks Like This:

2023 forthcoming BL master post is in the works... wait for it... I’m doing all the 2022 wrap ups first. Also waiting for the last of the studio announcements.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Mujigae-tteok (Korean rainbow rice cake) - a new item has entered my never ending food quest list.

OhmFluke do domesticity well, gotta give them that.

Quick end of year thoughts on 2022 BL & the future of these weekly posts:

Honestly? Overall it’s been a fine year for BL with some good shows & and some ho shows, and also a lot of dross. But the most notable aspect was the overwhelming quantity to keep up with. My work world is opening back up with tons of travel. This plus my recent revelation that I actually prefer binge watching (especially the lower quality stuff) means that I can’t keep up with BL if it keeps up this insane pace.

So in 2023 you can expect me to try to keep these weeklies updated with what’s airing, of course, but also pull back on how many I personally watch and summate.

In 2022, BL sort of became my 2nd job, and it doesn't pay well enough for that.

All that said I think...

2023 is going to be GOOD for BL. Happy new year!

(last week)

Current Kpop earworm? I’ve been in a “beastly” mood recently so it’s Lee Gikwang’s (Beast, Highlight) Don’t Close Your Eyes. I forgot how fucking banging that opening rift is. Thank you Kpop gods for putting the 2nd gens through the ever eternal slut phase.

Now just put them all though a BL phase and we’re golden. Yes, I am thinking of Unintentional Love Story (Gongchan B1A4), why do you ask?

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Ellie's contract

When Ellie woke up, the first thing that registered in her mind was 'soft?' Her bed wasn't soft it was a lumpy ten year old mattress. Cautiously, she opened her eyes. This was definitely not her bed, and this was definitely not her room.

Long dark curtains covered large windows, and the furniture from what she could make out in the dim light of the room was fancy. Antique? The warm sheets covering her almost compled her to go back to sleep. Instead, she crawled out of the sheets feet landing on what felt like the softest carpet in the world.

Shaking her head, she tried to focus. This was not the time to be lost in luxury. She has to figure out where exactly she had ended up. The door slowly crept open, and she snapped her head in that direction only to see....

A cat? Or something that looked like a cat with a ridiculously long tail and a pair of wings. It stared at her as if waiting for something. Blurry memories started to play through her mind.

Oh, she sold her soul to a demon. Was that why she was here? The creature still remained at the door. Taking a deep breath, she made her way over. "Are you here to show me the way?" She asked hesitantly. "Meeeoowww," it responded before turning and walking down the hall.

Maybe that was a yes. Ellie looked both ways down the hall before following. She was afraid to touch anything. It all looked expensive and polished to perfection. Down a long stair case and into what appeared to be a dining room of some kind.

She waited patiently. Another set of doors busted open, causing her to jump clutching her chest as she tried to calm her racing heart. "Hello, sweetheart! How did you sleep?"

She recognized that voice instantly and kept her head down. "Yes, thank you." Shifing uncomfortably not knowing what to do with herself, she rung her hands together tightly.

"Sit down, sit down, you must be hungry!" He egarly guided her to a chair. On the table lay various foods. Some were almost recognizable, but others had well... rather unique ingredients.

Was this some kind of test? Or maybe it was a form of torture. Or perhaps he wanted to fatten her up before eating her. Not that she had any right to complain she did sell her soul to him.

"Now that you're awake, we can discuss the terms of contract!" The demon seemed oddly happy about it. Making her more nervous. "Now Ellie dear, what do you want?" She blinked slowly. Nobody ever really asked her what she had wanted before.

"But I thought -" He waved a clawed hand at her. "Bah, that was hardly anything. Come now, you must have some real desire. Think Ellie, what do you want?" His eyes seemed to look deep into hers as if trying to read her thoughts.

"I want," she whispered breathlessly. Could she really ask for anything. "Can you really get me anything?" She asked. "Anything your little heart desires! As long as you don't as to leave."

That confused her. "I wouldn't do that. We made a deal. I can't leave. Not that I really want to go back." She mumbled, picking at some fruit. "Truly? You wish to stay here?!" More excitement. Just what was he thinking?

"If you give me what I want." Placing a piece into her mouth so she wouldn't feel like swallowing her tounge. "YOU MUST TELL ME!" The demon squirmed in anticipation.

"I want to sleep as often as I want, I want to eat whenever and whatever I want, I want to wear warm clothes and read books and an endless amount of books." She rambled, starting to put more on her plate.

"Go on. Keep going!" She wasn't sure if he was encouraging her to eat more or to ask for more things, so she did both. "I want to never have to work unless I want to. I want to never have to worry about bills or landlords. I want to have the choice to do what I want whenever I want."

Shoveling more food into her mouth, she hadn't even realized she was crying. The demon carefully cupped her chin, drawing her attention away from the feast. "Is that all? My sweet Ellie, we are going to have to work on how to be more selfish. You will have all this and more already."

They stared at each other. "Why would I have it already?" She asked. "Because I want you to be my daughter, of course." Ellie's mind reeled. Daughter? A demons daughter at that.

"I don't even know your name." The demons eyes widened. "Oh my! We can't have that, can we? My name is Sullivan, but you can call me Papa!" What a confusing day. But he did tell here to be selfish right?

"Sullivan -" "Papa," He corrected. "Papa," She said carefully, the word strange on her lips. "If it's not too much trouble, I'd like you to add one more thing." He perked up. "Anything you desire, princess!"

She tried not to cringe. "I want a special favor. This means I can cash it in anytime, anywhere without consequences. Even if it seems like it's over the top or ridiculous." She waited.

"Deal! Just sign here!" Suddenly, a parchment was set in front of her listing all the conditions she had listened to and stating Sullivan's own. None of them were outrageous or seemed impossible for her to accomplish.

Really, they were simple. The most excessive looking thing listed was that he could take pictures of any activity they were doing together. So she signed on the dotted line. The demon squealed and picked her up, twirling her in circles.

"Oh, I can't wait to show you off! You're so cute!! You'll be the envy of all of hell, just you wait!" Ellie just allowed herself to be manhandled. She's the one who agreed to make a deal with a demon. She should just accept her strange fate.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #lord sullivan #oc

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babey Zag AU snippet

“Papa!”

So loud and cheerful was that little voice that Hades found himself glancing up once more, to his frustration. He found his young son in the middle of the Great Hall, just in front of Hades’ throne, making his way with determination not toward himself, but toward Achilles.

(A story in which Zagreus grows up under the impression that Achilles, not Hades, is his father. This is a fic I'm working on, but the first chapter is below 👇🏻 pls excuse any current typos lol)

Life had been so much easier before the boy arrived. Or, Hades thought, life would be quieter without him. The crying, the babbling, the other incessant sounds he made whenever awake were already so grating. His shrill cries when upset were the worst, as they tended to echo down long halls or against the ceiling of Hades’ Great Hall.

He had already entrusted the care of Zagreus entirely to Nyx, who had both an affinity for the boy and much experience raising her own children. Hades, meanwhile, always had more work to do.

The Great Hall before him was flooded with pestering, disquieted shades all seeking audience with their king. Hades could not remember when he last rested, and had no desire to seek out sleep any time soon.

As he denied another request, Nyx’s lofty voice came floating down the corridor to the left of his throne.

“Yes, you wish to see your Papa, little one?”

He huffed under his breath. She knew how he felt about having the baby in the Great Hall.

And Papa. What foolishness. Only mortals used such sentimental terms for their kin. Hades was King first, and Father second.

Nyx appeared in the corner of his view. Hades spared her a glance. She had the boy in her arms, though he was squirming about. His little legs flailed, his head angled toward the floor.

“Very well, my Prince,” Nyx said. She set the boy down. His bare glowing feet touched the floor, both of his hands in her own. Then he held on with only one hand. And then Prince Zagreus was moving about of his own free will.

“The boy is already walking?” he asked.

Nyx looked to him and nodded. “Indeed. He has taken a liking to using his own two feet.”

“Papa!” Zagreus cried, wobbling across the length of the Hall.

Hades wrinkled his nose. Bah, he was already getting distracted. He returned to the parchmentwork splayed before him, shuffling through the various scrolls and documents.

“Papa! Papa!"

Persistent, that thing was.

“Papa!”

So loud and cheerful was that little voice that Hades found himself glancing up once more, to his frustration. He found young his son in the middle of the Great Hall, just in front of Hades’ throne, making his way with determination not toward himself, but toward Achilles.

Achilles.

The mere shade tasked to stand guard over his House, who will one day train the boy in the art of war. Achilles Pelides, who spent most of his mortal life slaying as many men as he could.

Achilles, who was clearly not at his post. If Hades had to hazard a guess, it would seem that Achilles was on break and merely making his way toward the lounge when the boy interrupted him. Hades was of course aware that Nyx liked to enlist the shade’s help to keep watch over Zagreus. He didn’t care what Achilles did in his spare time, so long as it did not interfere with his obligations to the House.

As it was, Achilles paused and swept aside his chlamys to expose the hand not responsible for bearing his spear. Zagreus squealed with delight, the sound awfully similar to metal grinding against metal. He began making a nuisance of himself, standing on plump legs as he held onto Achilles' robes. The shade bent down.

And the supposedly great Achilles smiled almost shyly as he allowed Zagreus to cling to him. He ran his hand over the boy’s hair.

“Hello, my Prince,” he said.

Hades cast his gaze toward Nyx, who was also watching the scene from a distance. It must have been his imagination, for Nyx seemed to have the barest smile upon her face.

"Now, lad." Achilles said, "I do believe you've mistaken me for another."

In an entirely too fluid of a gesture, he scooped Zagreus up with one arm and cradled the boy against his chest. Zagreus was smiling brightly, one of his tiny hands reaching for a lock of blond hair. Achilles did not so much as flinch as his hair was pulled on by a troublesome hand. In fact, he seemed not at all interested in discipling the boy at all.

"Zagreus, who is that?" Achilles asked, turning so that the boy could see his father upon his throne.

Hades returned his attention to his work. This distraction was entirely beneath him.

"Zagreus," Achilles said, somewhat louder, when he received no response, "Who is that? Is that your father?”

No response. Not after a moment, not after several. Not after Hades already began dismissing more shades.

"Come now," Achilles said, voice becoming hushed all of a sudden. Perhaps he said more, perhaps he did not.

"No!" a voice cried.

Hades grumbled under his breath. The boy was being his petulant self again. He indulged in one more glance toward Zagreus, who was now burying his face in Achilles' cloak.

"Papa..." he said, voice muffled. Achilles sighed. He gave the small boy in his arm a little jostle before realizing that he had attracted the attention of his master.

Achilles cleared his throat, "Apologies, my lord."

Hades gave no response, only returned to his work. He heard Achilles' footsteps fade.

"Give him time," he heard Nyx say.

"I'm still rather worried," Achilles answered. Then, after a beat, "Yes, yes. We're going. You want to walk?"

From the corner of his eye, Hades watched as Achilles set the boy down. Zagreus kept a hand on Achilles' robes as he walked alongside the shade in the direction of the lounge.

Hades huffed. So much indulgence could ruin a child. Just look at Zeus, who grew up on heaps of Mother's attention.

When Achilles became not just a shade but the boy's tutor, teaching him the many ways pain could tame the body, he will grow out of that stubborn affection.

#hadesgame #zagreus #achilles hades #papa!achilles #hades zagreus #how tf do i tag hades from hadesgame #do i just call him hades hades?#achilles is a 10x better father than Hades u can't change my mind

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How did Freddie deal with Lissa's wedding to Henry in your head and how impressed was he that Henry WOULD take something like that seriously? I need to know from a Freddie fan--

Depends entirely on how far along Fred and Henry are in their support chain, tbh!

One of Frederick's flanderization traits is being so cautious wrt the Ylissean royals that it borders on paranoia, and Henry has a lot of things going against him at the start. For one thing he joins the Shepherds under suspicious circumstances, and we know already Fred is NOT about that. For another, Henry's glee at blood and death and the like would be concerning to anyone, but doubly so to Mister Anxiety over here, and perhaps triply so because it may hit a nerve wrt Frederick's pyromanic streak.

I think it's unlikely that Lissa and Henry get married so close to Henry's joining the Shepherds, though. In part because of how hectic shit is around then and in part just, the vibes I get idk. :P

So we have to talk about the nature of Frederick and Henry's relationship after they've had a bit of time to get to know each other. To their supports!

In Fred and Henry's support chain we get to see them... become friends, actually! The supports start with Henry ducking training sessions, and Frederick thinking his complete nonchalance about serious matters is annoying as hell. But by the end, Henry admits he actually finds training fun now that he's tried it, and Fred, now convinced of how devoted a soldier Henry is, is so overjoyed he gives Henry a big ol bear hug and lays on the praise!

How it started:

Frederick: Henry, wait! Are you going to train or not? It's a matter of life and death! Bah! What an aggravating young man!

How it's going:

Henry: H-hey, Frederick! Easy with the bear hugs! These little bones might snap like...Oh, whoa! Are you CRYING?! Frederick: Tears of joy, my young friend! For at last you are a devoted and committed soldier! Henry: I always WAS! Frederick: Continue this hard work, and you will win the respect and praise of everyone in the army. Henry: You really think people notice what I do around here? 'Cause I doubt it. I mean, what kind of things do they say about me now? Frederick: I'm sure if we were to ask Chrom, he'd say you are his most trusted lieutenant. You are the hope of the future and the greatest prospect this army has. Henry: Nya ha ha! If you lay it on any thicker, I'll be smothered to death!

Fred is almost certainly not being literal here -- he's a sarcastic little shit, he's being hyperbolic on purpose. But it speaks volumes that in the A support he's comfortable enough with Henry to be physically affectionate and tease like that. Usually if he's going to aim his wit at someone he doesn't like he's a lot meaner. This is on the same block as the kind of gentle teasing he aims at Lissa, and to a lesser degree Chrom.

So, how would he deal with Lissa and Henry's wedding? Well... He would be a worrywart, of course, because that's just who he is. His biggest concern is that Henry won't treat such an important day with the gravity and attention it deserves, because Henry tends to be very blase about, well, everything.

I can see him giving Henry a big concerned dad coded lecture about how if he's going to go through with this he'd BETTER dress appropriately and he'd BETTER be on time and if he doesn't treat milady well he'll have Fred to answer to and so on and so on. But Henry will just wave him off as casually as usual and say OF COURSE he's taking this seriously, are you kidding?? He's the one who proposed, dummy! He got her the nicest ring he could find! Don't ask where he got it! It's gonna go great!

And this won't stop Fred from worrying, and being an endearing yet utterly annoying amount of worried at both the bride and the groom, but it will probably get him to back off some, because for as scatterbrained and un-serious as Henry can be, Fred knows he's not a liar. If he says he's committed to something or someone, then he is.

When Henry shows up decked out in gorgeous traditional Plegian wedding attire Fred sheds a few tears, part relief and part joy. No matter how weird Henry makes the ceremony Fred is gonna be a big blubbering mess about it.

Years down the line when they start talking about children he remembers suddenly how much Henry loves death and injuries and dark magic and immediately has a heart attack and a half, but hey, we'll get there when we get there.

Side note: can Henry's crows be part of the wedding somehow because I would love it if the crows were part of the wedding somehow

#fe awakening #frederick #this could've been like 1/3 the length it is but as we all know #i am allergic to brevity #ask me to infodump about the blorbos and ye shall receive

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ahordeofwasps · 1 year

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Find the Word Tag

I’ve been tagged by the amazing @aohendo! Thanks for the tag! My words are blow, bluster, bluff, bellow, and below. I’ll be sharing excerpts from Refurbishing the Fleshy Horrors that have Entered Our Reality for Profit (RTFHTHEORFP) and Crying Wolf!

But first, the no pressure tags! I’ll be tagging @awordchemist, @isherwoodj, @leighvalentin, @amewinterswriting, and open tag! Your words are creep, crawl, cradle, and careen!

I also don’t have bluster in any of my WIPs, so I’ll be sharing a fun fact instead!

The character Ogwut from Crying Wolf has only ever lost his temper once... in his entire life.

Now, onto RTFHTHEORFP and Crying Wolf!

RTFHTHEORFP

Blow

The stranger doesn’t show up at the site. He shows up at the bar. Dale and I are blowing off steam there, drinking and pretending to watch the game on the television. I normally wouldn’t drink this much, but what else can you do when the ground underneath your feet wasn’t even safe from the affliction affecting the universe?

Below

I was digging. We all were. Just like we had been for every day this past week. Digging through dirt and meat and bone. My shovel kept making the infernal wet crunching sound. Then it made a familiar dull clatter; I had heard that sound thousands of times before. It is the shattering of bricks. When I leaned forward and peered down, beneath the meat and bone, still soaked in blood, I could see bricks. Just normal red bricks. The kind you would see making up any old building.

They’re normal except that they’re almost 100 ft below ground. I couldn’t make out much, except for a series of 1s and 0s carved into each brick. The bricks all appear to be identical.

Crying Wolf

Bluff

“Blades break against my skin and bullets bounce off without leaving a mark. You cannot kill me,” Ogwut said, taking a step closer to the man. His voice was calm, yet Daisy could detect the same edge it had when he told her and Claudine not to harm each other. “I’d advise you to answer my questions.”

The cork she had been prying suddenly gave and she found herself throwing it in the air. It landed on the ground beside her, revealing a dark liquid that wasn’t water within the pot. The guards were too focused on Ogwut to pay Daisy much mind.

“Bah!” the clean-shaven man spat, “You’re bluffing, dæmon!” He took a step forward and jabbed his spear at Ogwut.

Bellow

As soon as Ogwut stepped onto the bare stone where the grass and lichen stopped growing, a voice bellowed from the building. “Jack? You came back! I’m so glad! And you brought a friend!” Ogwut couldn’t tell if the voice was masculine or feminine or neither, if it was old or young. All he could tell was that the owner of the voice wasn’t human. He didn’t like what that implied about his own existence.

#writing #writeblr #horror #science fiction #scifi #Refurbishing the Fleshy Horrors that have Entered Our Reality for Profit #RTFHTHEORFP #tag game #Crying wolf #cryingwolf

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screaming-for-eternally · 1 year

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for @echosong971 and her Reverse Forsaken AU, ft. her therapist character Seraph-7. also, she made some suggestions for the dialouge, so thanks for that Cayde was miserable. That much was obvious to Seraph when he walked into her office.

Though the fact he was showing up at all was a good sign. He had been cooped up in his apartment for weeks after returning from the Reef and being dismissed as Vanguard, followed by going out into the wilds or the Reef for who knows how long. He was rarely in the Tower much these days.

Seraph had Cayde as a patient before. He definitely had issues that he needed help working through. Thing was, he tended to be pretty cherry and joking, almost annoyingly so, during their sessions, barring some exceptions.

Not this time though. He took a seat without even looking at her.

“Hey doc.” Was all he had to say.

“I’m glad you decided to come by Cayde. I heard about what happened.” Seraph offered, giving him an empathetic look. “ And I give you my condolences. I..I know Echo meant a lot to you-”

“She meant everything to me.” Cayde interrupted, voice barely above a whisper.

Seraph merely nodded, then looked back down at the stack of papers. “Ikora recommended you come see me. She was concerned about your mental state after the events at Tangled Shore-especially after she heard from Petra Venj the details of Uldren’s death.”

“Bah. Bastard had it coming. I don’t see what the big deal is.” Cayde said dismissively.

“I’m not going to deny that.” Seraph continued. “But from what I’ve heard, the level of violence on display is a cause for great concer-”

“HE FUCKING DESERVED IT!” Cayde suddenly bellowed out, causing Seraph to flinch back. “He killed her, he fucking killed her, like an animal, and when I caught with him? He had the nerve to laugh. To mock me. To mock her. I lost it. And whatever I did to him, whatever pain I inflicted upon him, it wouldn’t be enough! He deserves far worse than what I dealt out to him!”

Cayde slumped into his chair, while Seraph gave him a moment to compose himself. She hadn’t seen him this enraged. The closest she got was whenever he talked about Taniks, but even then it was nothing like this, the sheer rage and venom he spat out as he talked.

“Cayde, let me ask you something?” Seraph asked. “Killing them-Uldren and the Barons. Did it make you feel better?”

Cayde stayed silent, before shaking his head. “It wasn’t fair that they got to go on their merry way after what they did to Echo. Besides, she’d have done the same for me. But no. I didn’t feel much better after that.”

“I see.” Seraph replied. She decided to change the subject. “I also wanted to talk to you about how this has affected your relationship with the rest of the Vanguard.”

“Well, Ikora and I…I guess you could say I’ve been distant from her lately, but we’re still on good terms. She’s...she’s been a shoulder to cry on so to speak.”

“And Zavala?”

At that, Cayde hung his head in shame. “Well…after the funeral, but before I left, I was…I was pissed off at Zavala. After everything she’d done for the city, for humanity, saving us from annihilation, he wouldn’t even let us go after the bastards who slaughtered her. Looking back, I can see where he was coming from, but...I was just seeing red at the time. I went to confront him. It got ugly. Like…real ugly. Zavala took it well at first, but then-” He paused, burying his face in his hands. “I brought Safiyah into it. I said that if she was still alive she’d be disgusted at what coward he’d become.”

“Ah. I see.”

“‘I see’ indeed. And Zavala, well, he looked like he was using every ounce of will he had to stop himself from punching me then and there.” Cayde sighed. “I was angry and I was grieving. But that’s no excuse.”

“Have you apologized to him?” Seraph asked.

Cayde shook his head. “No. Not really. Last time we talked was after I got back from the Reef and he basically fired me.”

“You need to Cayde. It might be difficult to face him after all of that, but I think you know Zavala well enough to know that he’ll forgive you.” Cayde nodded in acknowledgement. “Is there anything you wanted to talk about?”

“Well…there’s one thing.” Cayde started. “The thing that got me to go here in the first place. See, while I was in the Reef, I met this kinderguardian-goes by Crow. Naive kid, but he’s alright. But ya see, he’s…I mean, he was Uldren.”

Uldren got rezzed? Or, well, it wasn’t really Uldren anymore if he was rezzed. Still, that was surprising. “How did you react when you first met him?”

“Didn’t know at first. Kid kept a mask on for the most part. But…first time I saw his face…I went for my gun. It was reflex. I came to my senses quickly but the kid was freaked the hell out. Thought I lost it. Maybe I have.”

“I wouldn’t be wrong in assuming that you’re having difficulty disassociating Uldren and Crow, would I?”

“Yeah, that’s the deal. I know it’s not Crow’s fault. He’s a good person, nothing like the Prince, but seeing the face of the man who killed the love of my life again…even if the guy wearing it ain’t the same-it’s a tough pill to swallow. I suppose, as time passes I’ll get used to him but…yeah.”

“I’m glad you realize that Cayde.” Seraph said as she checked the time. “I’m afraid that’s all the time I have for today. I have another session line up for you next week.”

“I appreciate what you’re doing for me doc. I really do.” Cayde thanked her as he got up to leave.

“Cayde.” Seraph added

“Yeah?”

“Promise me you’ll show up again. If not for yourself, than for the people who care about you.”

Cayde nodded, and the ghost of a smile crept onto his face. “Will do doc. Will do.”

As Cayde left, Seraph began taking notes. Cayde would get through this. She knew that he would.

#destiny #destiny 2 #au #forsaken #reverse forsaken #forsaken role swap #cayde 6 #ocs #others ocs #echosong971

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saintcheesus · 1 year

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Dear Diary,

I’m not sure what mon père Louis sees in Lestat. He can be cruel some times, infuriating, maddening but mostly annoying. Even after he bickers with Louis until we all fall asleep, and despite his bouts of anger, mon père still gets stars in his eyes whenever Lestat plays for him on the piano while we sit and watch, and on nights where we all go to see a play or the opera, Louis will make quite the effort to hold hands with Papa when he thinks no one’s watching. However there are often times where mon père is the subject of Papa’s ire. Last night was such an occasion.

Papa Lestat’s birthday was just two nights ago. Mon père had gone all out for the event, even risking Lestat’s mood by rejecting his invitation to feed together. I chose to eat with Louis, to no one’s surprise. I didn’t even have time to enjoy my hunt before he was ushering me back through the doors of our home. Blessedly Papa-free for the time. From that point on I remember nearly breaking my neck trying to watch Louis as he dashed from corner to corner of the parlor, decorating it to the very taste of Lestat. Then when he was finished, it was our turn. Diary, I can hardly find the strength to tell you in depth how terrible it felt to have my curls poofed and floofed, and to be primped and preened like some bird! And no, you needn’t wonder, I absolutely complained.

Then he obsessed over his hair, brushing it out, tying it up, letting it out loose, just to repeat the cycle all over. I looked at the clock and reminded him of the time. He of course, ignored me.

“Should I tie my hair up?”

“No, mon père.”

And still I see him carefully tying the ribbon around his hair, muttering something about Lestat preferring his hair tied up. Papa Lestat this, Papa Lestat that, bah.

Mon père pulled me over to the parlor, and asked me if I liked it, if I thought he did a good job. I think he relies too much on that, but that’s between me and you diary.

“He will love it, mon père.”

It wasn’t a lie either, Louis had truly managed to turn the parlor into one of papa’s extravaganzas, minus the theatrics. At least, the decor was nice. I was more surprised that he had done it at all. He’d been going through one of his “fits” as papa would hiss at him when he was upset. I think it more melancholy than anything else. They last for weeks at a time, he doesn’t eat as much and papa has to bring him food. He stares at the walls for a long time, he starts to looks out of sorts and his clothes and hair become unkempt and disheveled. He’d been like that since his own birthday. Papa had made quite the show of it, making sure that all went according to plan, that mon père would love it, and that it was certainly a night to remember. A masquerade ball.

I remember being told to wait by their bedroom door. Papa’s voice was soft, mon père sounded weak. Papa said something about fresh air doing him good, and nice clothes, and wonderful music.

“It’s all there at the ball, mon cher. We can dance like we used to, hm?”

I could hear mon pere start to cry and say that he couldn’t go. He couldn’t bear it, he was exhausted and his bones hurt. He could not enjoy the night the way papa would like. This upset papa greatly. In a moment, the door was flung open and Lestat came out yelling in French that he was a sad mope of a man and that it was a wonder they’d lasted as long as they did when he was near always in one of his “fits”. Clearly he had forgotten I was there. He grinned down at me.

“Enjoy your company. I will enjoy the ball, it will be my own damned birthday!”

I ended up sharing my bed with Louis for the night. I wonder if I wrote that down somewhere here, diary.

I became distracted! This night reminded me of that night and it all started to overlap each other. The memories. Papa ruined his party and that one with his temper. When he came home from feeding, it was sudden. The door slammed shut behind him and Louis had gasped from the shock of him almost manifesting in the parlor. Not letting it ruin his hard work, he made a show of all the decor, and exclaimed his happiest of birthdays to Lestat. A wonder, diary what happened next. Why, yes diary, papa did in fact manage to rip every single decoration to shreds! I’m not sure what started the rage, but it didn’t take much. Between the furniture crashing, and mon père urging Lestat to calm down, and Lestat hurling insult and jeer Louis’ way, there was much to unpack.

Papa was angered at the intent. That Louis had used his birthday as an apology for a mood that had nothing to do with him. That mon père had all but shunned him and neglected him during his mood and still papa stayed and tried to love him. He yelled that he had not even gotten so much as a thank you, he could not even be bothered to come feed with him. Papa said that the birthday celebration was as hollow as mon père’s love for him as well as the fullness of his heart. Louis had apologized for upsetting Lestat on his birthday, but that his reaction was ridiculous and an overreaction. That’s when papa shoved mon père to the floor, yelling in his face that the push was his overreaction and nothing before it. Papa retreated to their room, near slamming the door shut off the hinges, leaving me once again with mon père, who was already trying and failing to stifle his tears.

When I came to him diary, he was sat on the floor, with his face in his knees. When he heard me coming, he turned his face away from me, so that I couldn’t see him weep. His shirt sleeves were bloody. Diary, as you well know, this is not the first time I’ve seen him cry because of a fight with papa. At first, mon père asked me to leave him be, that he doesn’t wish to have company. I sat with him, and I hugged his legs and soon, his complaints stopped.

#this is purely meant to be just me getting this out of my head it's not meant to be a masterpiece or literary canon #just something i wanted to write #louis de pointe du lac #claudia de pointe du lac #not tagging for lestat because his stans get on my fucking nerves #domestic abuse tw

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ontheblock · 2 years

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i have no excuse for this tbh. i was depressed and needed to write something easy to get out of my writers block. i will finish requests now that i got my spark back. <3 thank you for all the patience lol

why leon was late

•warning: smut, slight edging, leon is a tiddies man, mommy kink (once, i‘m sorry), soft femdom

“Ah- y/n… I have- have work in the morning…“

Leon closed his eyes, throwing his head back as you ran your nails ever so lightly over his thighs. The muscles were tense, twitching as you blew over the tip of his erection.

“C‘mon, Leon. Just a little more.“ He panted like a dog from the past thirty minutes of pure teasing. He weakly pulled at his own belt you used to secure his hands on the bed frame above his head before dropping them back into the pillow and peaking down at you kneeling between his legs. His lips parted as you kissed the tip, sloppily trailing down the length and never breaking eye contact. Up and down, always backing away when his hips tried to push up into your mouth until he whined in frustration.

“Puh-Please, baby, my love. I can‘t-“ Your hand curled around the base of his cock loosely, cutting his rambling short. “You can. I know you can.“ Leon shook his head, trying to hump into your fist but getting almost no friction from your grip. He needed to cum and he needed it now if he wanted to catch any sleep before his first day as a rookie. “Are you gonna cry, baby?“ Leon looked at you leaning over his face, your hand finally picking up a lazy pace. He didn‘t even notice how his eyes started to water until his vision blurred. “Is this good?“ Leon‘s mouth fell open but instead of actual grown up words, he could only groan as your thumb rubbed over his head with each stroke. “Good- ‘S good. More.“

“More? Like this?“ Your fingers squeezed him tight, giving him the friction he wanted so badly but your pace slowed. You‘d have to make sure to reward him after his first day tomorrow with how much you tortured him tonight.

“No.. Your mouth.“ You tilted your head, running your free hand through his hair until you held onto it tightly and angled his head back to look you in the eyes. “You want me to suck you off?“ He twitched in your hand. “Yes, please.“

You released him, inching back down until you were face to face with his aching cock. You could tell he was staring at you. He always watched in anticipation, usually running his hand through your hair or gripping the sheets. Your tongue lolled out, slowly letting a glob of spit dribble onto the tip before chasing after it and licking along the underside. A soft grunt bled into a moan as your lips wrapped around the flushed head. “Ah, fuck- That‘s it.“ You peaked up at him through your lashes, slowly sinking down his length. He always told you to take it easy on yourself but when he moaned for you like that, how could you not relax your throat and stuff his cock all the way in? You fought the natural reaction of your body trying to get the invasion out, bobbing your head up and down as he let his head fall back. “Just- I love it. Love you, bah-baby.“ Your heart swelled and you almost felt bad for edging him to tears - almost.

You knew Leon’s body like the back of your palm. How he would try to be still while you went down on him, drooling around him and teasing with your tongue, rubbing little spots into his thighs when they would start to shake near his peak. You weren’t surprised how fast he got to that point tonight - already getting him riled up during dinner. "Gonna cum- 'M gonna cum!" You cruelly squeezed the base of his dick, backing off him. He looked at you, confused and hurt as his orgasm slipped just out of reach. "Wha-?“

You shushed him sweetly, crawling back over him. "You were so good, I think i have to give you a bit of motivation for tomorrow." You reached down, out of his view until he felt your wet palm around his dick again, guiding his leaking head to rub through your folds. His hips bucked up instinctively and this time you allowed it. Leon thrusted up, sliding home and making you moan with him. You braced yourself on his naked chest, grinding down.

"Let me do the work." It wasn’t like he had a choice. You leaned forward, undoing his arms. "Fucking finally..", he whispered. As expected, he went for your tits immediately, cupping and squeezing, watching them bounce with your movements once you rode him like you actually meant it. "Nhh- I won’t last." You cooed at him, leaning in closer so he could wrap his mouth around one of your nipples. "Cum inside me, Leon." Your hands stroked through his damp hair, picking up your pace and watching Leon fall apart underneath you. "Mhh- Mommy-" He choked on a moan, almost biting you if you didn’t pull away fast enough. You let him ride it out until he was boneless and breathing hard and fast. You moved off him, Leon whimpered as his oversensitive dick slid out of you. "You came so much, baby.“ He just hummed, you doubted that he was really listening but you got up to grab a towel anyway.

—𓆩♡𓆪—

"So… Mommy, huh?"

Leon flushed all the was from the tips of his ears, down to his sweat soaked chest. He threw his arm over his eyes, hiding in the crook of his elbow. "Shut up."

#smut #resident evil #resident evil smut #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy imagines #mommy

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its-tiamat · 2 years

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|| COMFORTING YOU ||

Looks like if I can't find any comfort I'm gonna have to create it. Reality can be whatever I want here *laughs* anyway, hope u like this <3

Pairings: bakugo x reader • kirishima x reader • hawks x reader

Most days are good. But sometimes, when things look like they couldn't go any more wrong, you just can't take it.

But you can't let go now. Not here. There are too many people around you.

As you start to feel yourself caving in, you turn around and look for the person you trust the most. No words are needed.

Bakugo will back you up as soon as he can, and get you away from the crowd. He doesn't care if he has to throw a scene or be mean to those who happen to be there. Even better, he'll try and manage to divert all the attention to him, while helping you out and into a place you'll feel more comfortable in.

"what the HELL is going on?"

His voice is so harsh, but you can only see worry in his eyes.

You are safe now. You start shaking. His question remains unanswered as your feelings take over your body.

Silently, he remains there for you while you slowly manage to gain back control over yourself. How much time has passed? You don't know. He's not leaving your side.

Once you're able to talk again, he'll insist to discuss what triggered you this time. Overthinking isn't uncommon, he's not there to judge you, and while he may not be soft spoken his sincerity helps you to look at your situation from a rational point of view. Talking with him always makes you feel better.

"that scene you threw before to get me out, that was sleek"

"bah, I know"

So we all know he's soft on the inside just as much as he's tough on the outside right?

When he sees you on the verge of a panic attack, tears rolling down your cheeks and barely keeping yourself together, his heart almost stops.

Not even a second and his arms are around you.

What can he do? Should he talk to you? Do you even want him there? Maybe you're embarrassed by him seeing you so miserable, but the boy can't keep himself from trying to do something to make you feel better.

He will carry you to your bed, tug you in, hold your hand. He isn't good with words and he knows it, but he'll try his best.

"come on, it's all ok now"

"It's fucking NOT"

"I'm sorry"

When you feel a bit better, he'll bring you your favourite sweet beverage and a bunch of food.

"please, eat something. drink something at least. you must be exhausted. and dehydrated. do you want another blanket? I can bring you your laptop and we can watch something together yeah? or I could-"

"I feel better now. thank you for staying with me."

Though Kiri doesn't know exactly what to do, you know he will always do anything he can for you.

You didn't think somebody would notice it. Nobody noticed when your actions became mechanical, and your stare empty. Once again, you just wanted to run as far as your legs could carry you, and then farther.

You didn't think somebody would notice it.

But Keigo did.

"hey are you ok?" he asked when he got enough near you.

"yes"

"you aren't tho"

"I said yes"

There was no way he could believe you, sensitive as he is. He knows how it feels, how his own heart had felt the urge to escape, while being nailed to the ground.

You felt his arms wrapping around you.

"let's get away from here, ok love?"

"yes"

Head buried in the young man's chest, you couldn't help but to start crying. Keigo tightened his hug. You were lifted in the air, quickly, softly.

"don't worry, we're getting home soon"

"I'm just a burden" you said between the tears.

"no, ok?"

The two of you landed on a building. Keigo's warm eyes were now filled with concern.

"don't ever think you are a burden. not to me."

"I am so weak."

"you aren't. you must feel overwhelmed right now, you're so strong for getting through this." He tried to give you a little smile.

"you are so strong, y/n"

masterlist

#mha headcanons #bakugo headcanons #kirishima headcanons #hawks headcanons #bakugo x reader #bakugo katsuki #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro #hawks x reader #takami keigo #bnha headcanons

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luminnara · 3 years

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Flying On Wings Made From Feathers and Wax | Ganondorf x Gerudo OC | Ch 1

Chapter one | Chapter two

Summary: 10,000 years before the events of Breath of the Wild, a little Gerudo vai moves to the desert and makes a new friend in the form of the young Gerudo prince, Ganondorf. The two grow up together, enjoying a worry-free life...but distant memories of a long-dead demon king and a sheikah prophecy nag at everyone's minds, and tensions between the Gerudo and Hylians are on the rise. As the years pass, it becomes clear that this little vai will play an important role in the shaping of Hyrule. Loyalty and love will be tested, empires will rise and fall, and at the center of it all is that mysterious godly power...

Warnings: eventual violence and smut

The sand is hot.

The sun is unforgiving.

The desert is inhospitable, a dry, brutal place that tests and tries its inhabitants, a vast, sprawling land that will viciously take the life of anything unsuited to its harsh days and frigid nights. Few species manage to survive in such a place, a habitat ruled over by stern gods and haunted by restless spirits.

The Gerudo, though, lived proudly in the great desert, amongst the massive skeletons of ancient serpents and hidden by the raging sandstorms that kept much of the rest of the world away. In a land in which only the strongest survive, the Gerudo chose to become stronger, to thrive in a place other races like the Hylians and Rito hardly dared to venture to.

Gerudo women were powerful and proud, building a city and several outlying encampments for themselves. They preferred to remain reclusive, despite their generally peaceful relations with the Hylians and other races occupying the verdant spaces to the north of the desert, and as per a tradition created from centuries of hardships, no men of any race were permitted within the walls of Gerudo Town.

Save for one.

He was born beneath a harsh, burning sun, on the hottest day in a decade. Though his mother was no chief, the baby was royalty from the moment he drew his first breath and cried his first cry, and news of the new king traveled quickly. Only one male Gerudo was born every hundred years, always becoming king, as was the law, and on the day of his birth, the Gerudo celebrated. The bar was crowded, the people drinking and feasting while the new king was placed in a royal crib, a guard detail standing at the door. The current chief would continue to rule, until the boy came of age, at which time she would be expected to step down and relinquish the throne. There was almost never any resistance or arguing; this was an old Gerudo tradition, and it was always honored. The chief would take care of the tribe, as was expected of her, preparing the desert for the new king it was about to receive.

The infant was treated as a god. His mother was a warrior, tall and proud, and she claimed that his father was a hylian voe who was large for his kind. That didn’t matter much, though; Gerudo always produced Gerudo, and while a father’s genetics played some small part in determining how a child looked, they would never be anything but Gerudo.

This new baby, the prince of the Gerudo, was showered in gifts. Before he could stand, he was being dressed in the finest silks and most expensive jewelry, small gold bracelets and anklets adorning his chubby limbs. He was strong, his lungs capable of producing a loud, healthy cry, his small fists already packing quite the punch. The Gerudo saw this as a blessing, and surely, their prince was to grow into a capable king one day.

They did their best to focus on all of the good signs—that he would become strong, that he would be raised with respect and levelheadedness, that he would become a ruler worthy of the Gerudo throne. Surely, with so much adoration and positivity around him, their future king would stand tall and steady amongst the harsh sandstorms. He would not wither beneath the bright sun, nor would he be burned by the searing hot sands. His mother and the Royal guard would ensure that this rare Gerudo voe would know kindness and love, and they would do their best to always ignore any creeping feelings of dread.

“A prophecy? Bah!” His mother would say whenever the topic was breached. “There is no reason that it points specifically to this voe. It could refer to the next one. Or it could be complete nonsense, the paranoid ramblings of an old sheikah.”

“But in the ancient past—”

“In the ancient past what?” His mother would snap. “Evil will always exist in this world. There will always be a great demon to defeat, a fiend to cut down. Perhaps the next voe born into this tribe will become a monster...but not mine.”

And she would look down at the tiny face of her son, the baby sleeping peacefully in her arms, swaddled in silks, and she would find no malice there. How could she? He was innocent, an infant who was most concerned with napping until it was time to wake up and cry. There was no malice in this boy, and she would ensure that he grew up surrounded by love. There would be no chance for her son to become the demon king the sheikah spoke of. They were an ancient people, with impressive magic and wise elders...but to the Gerudo, they were just another race who turned a blind eye to the suffering of the desert dwellers.

The sheikah were no doubt watching for a male Gerudo, waiting for their prophecy from nearly a century earlier to play out, but the Gerudo were determined to hide their king. If the hylian royal family was alerted to the boy’s presence, there was a very strong possibility that they would demand his death--and that would surely spur on yet another war that no one wanted to fight. The Gerudo would defend their king until their dying breaths, loyal to the end, and perhaps to a fault...and they would do whatever it took to keep him safe. Amongst the harsh desert sands, they would do what they did best—remain strong and secluded, putting on a happy face for the rest of the world. Their king was sacred to them, and no one, not even the ancient sheikah, would meddle in their affairs.

On his first birthday, when it was clear that he would survive to see his childhood, the boy was finally given a name. In a great ceremony, the chief and his mother presented the baby to the rest of the tribe, and for the first time, they spoke his name:

Ganondorf.

A strong name for a strong boy, one destined to become a great king. His early years were spent toddling around the palace that would one day become his, occasionally being allowed outside into the blazing sun to see Gerudo Town and the people he would rule. As all children, he was high spirited and rambunctious, and as he grew, so did his energy. It became hard for his mother and the guards to keep him inside the palace, and eventually settled for keeping him within the town’s walls. He needed to remain safe...but they knew that he needed to have fun, too.

“Ganondorf!” His mother yelled one day as he tore down the steps of the palace, “slow down!”

But her words were ignored, the prince determined to have an adventure without his mother or his guards breathing down his neck. The downside to this freedom was that he would be alone; the other Gerudo children were nervous around him, afraid and in awe of the voe that would rule over them one day, and as such...he didn’t really have any friends. It was okay, and he managed on his own, but...he would really like to have just one.

“Mother,” a little red-haired vai groaned, plopping down in the sand.

“What is it, vehvi?” Her mother asked absentmindedly as she picked up a hydromelon.

“I’m bored.”

The Gerudo looked down at her daughter with a bemused expression. “Your first day in Gerudo Town, and you’re already bored? I thought you were excited to be moving here finally.”

The little girl sighed dramatically, flopping down onto her back. “I didn’t think it would be so boring!”

The melon vendor snorted in amusement. “I see the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, Kiluki.”

“What does that mean, Uvira?” The girl’s mother asked in confusion.

The vendor shrugged. “It’s something the Hylians say.”

“...why do they say it?”

“When they mean to tell someone that their daughter acts the same way her mother does.” Uvira laughed. “But I agree with Ilula...Gerudo Town has plenty to offer. Perhaps she should go see it all.”

The girl sat up straight. “Yes!”

Her mother was less eager. “I don’t know…”

“Mom, come on!” Ilula rolled her eyes. “I’m almost eight. I’m practically a grown up.”

Uvira barked a laugh. “Certainly have the attitude of one!”

Kiluki shot the woman a glare. “Ilula, I just want you to stay safe. This isn’t Castle Town, things here are bigger…”

“And I’m small. I know.” The little Gerudo sighed. “But mom, look at all the guards!”

“No one gets in or out of town without them seeing,” Uvira shrugged. “I doubt even a little vai could go unnoticed.”

“See?”

Kiluki looked down at her runt of a daughter. “Ilula, I just don’t want you running off on your own until you get to know Gerudo Town better. I just want you to stay safe.”

“Well…” Ilula looked around the market square. “Maybe I can find a friend?”

“There are plenty of little vai running around these days,” Uvira agreed. “Let her stretch her legs, Kiluki. This is your home again, and there are so few travelers these days that it’s nearly only Gerudo in town. You know we take care of our own.”

“Well…” Kiluki seemed to be on the verge of giving in, and Ilula stood excitedly. “...alright. But don’t go far, and if you need something, come right back here, or ask a guard to help you, or—“

Ilula was already tearing away, her little bare feet kicking up sand. “Thanks, mom!”

As Kiluki watched her daughter run away, she felt her chest tighten. “Be careful!”

Uvira chuckled. “I don’t seem to recall you ever being particularly careful, sister. What’s changed?”

“I have something to worry about now,” Kiluki growled. “And she’s...so small…”

“That she is,” Uvira rubbed her chin in thought. “I could have sworn she was a few years younger, what with her height…”

Kiluki sighed. “The Hylian healers assured me that she’s perfectly healthy, but I’ve never seen such a small Gerudo. She’s hit all her milestones...except for the height ones.”

“So she’s a little thing,” Uvira shrugged. “Perhaps she’ll grow late.”

“Or never at all.”

“Would that matter much?”

“The world is a harsh place. I brought her here to be safe, with our people, but I fear now that the desert will be too much…”

“Kiluki, in the few hours you’ve been here, I have not once seen that vehvi show any signs of slowing down.” Uvira laughed. “You worry too much. Take her to one of our healers so they can reassure you.”

Her sister nodded. “I plan to.”

“I’m sure she’ll have no trouble making friends with the others.” Uvira smiled. “You’ll both have a fine life here, now that you’re back home where you belong.”

Kiluki tried to look like she agreed, but she was still worried. “You’re right. I’m sure everything will be fine.”

On the other side of the market, Ilula was approaching a group of children. They were playing a game with a small leather ball, kicking it around to each other, and it wasn’t unlike the sort of games the Hylian children in Castle Town played.

“Hey!” Ilula called, running towards them. “Can i join?”

The girls all stopped and looked at her. She was unfamiliar, but she was clearly Gerudo, though she was...small.

“This is a game for big kids,” one of the girls said, waving her away. “Go play with someone your own age.”

Ilula stopped just outside their circle. “I am a big kid!”

“Uh, no you’re not,” she scoffed. “How old are you? Five?”

“I’m almost eight!” Ilula stamped her foot in anger.

The girl paused in surprise. “What? No way. You’re so small!”

Ilula’s cheeks burned with rage. She wasn’t used to other kids commenting on her height; she was bigger than the Hylians her age, and back in Castle Town, they were the little kids compared to her. Here, though, she actually had to look up at the Gerudo kids, and as she did so, she began to frown.

“S-so?” She asked, stammering in her anger.

“So?” The bigger girl laughed. “So you can’t play with us!”

Ilula’s hands balled into fists. “Fine! I didn’t want to anyways!”

The other children all broke into laughter as she spun on her heel, cheeks hot, teeth clenched. She had never been treated like that, and she was experiencing her first real rage. All she wanted was to get as far away from them as possible now, and she made a beeline for the archway leading to a row of homes and bars off to the side of the market.

As she marched away, determined to ignore their shrill taunts as they called after her, her pace quickened, toes digging into the sand with such fervor that she didn’t notice where she was going.

“Too small? I’m not too small, I’ll show them too small—hey!” As she grumbled to herself, she suddenly made contact with something sturdy, and next thing she knew, she was landing on her butt. “Watch where you’re going!”

The something she had run into turned and looked down at her. “Oh, sorry!”

Ilula’s eyes widened as she took him in.

“I thought—I thought there weren’t any boys allowed here!” She blurted out.

The person in front of her was a shirtless boy, a small mane of fiery red hair framing his face. He wore white silk pants held up by a golden belt, matching bands fastened around his upper arms. His skin was tan, his eyes bright amber, a bejeweled circlet resting on his head. He looked regal, as he should...but Ilula didn’t notice that. All she noticed was that he was a boy, and he was in her way.

He laughed and offered his hand to help her up. “I’m allowed to be here.”

She took his offer and allowed him to pull her to her feet. “Why?”

“Because I’m the prince,” he smirked, puffing his chest out a little.

Ilula rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right.”

He visibly deflated, unused to anyone questioning or not believing him. In a town full of Gerudo who worshipped him, nobody ever rolled their eyes like that in his presence. “Huh?”

“If you’re a prince, why are you wandering around out here?” She shook her head. “And there’s never any boy Gerudo. You’re just making things up.”

He blinked at her in disbelief. “But I—I am! I’m gonna be king one day!”

“We don’t have a king, we have a chief!” Ilula laughed, but it wasn’t cruel or mocking; instead, it was genuine, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she looked up at the boy. “Mama told me all about the chief before we came here.”

“You just moved here?” He tilted his head curiously.

“Yep!”

“Where did you live before?”

“Castle Town,” She sighed. “It was nice, I guess. The castle is pretty.”

“Isn’t that where all the Hylians live?” He scoffed. “You shouldn’t be out there. You should be with your people.”

“Duh, I’m here now, aren’t I?” Her voice was full of attitude as she rolled her eyes at him a second time.

Ganondorf decided that he didn’t hate it.

“Why’d you live there in the first place?” He folded his arms over his chest.

“My daddy is a knight.” Ilula played with the hem of her shirt, rocking on her heels. “He works in the castle. But him and Mama had a fight, so she decided to move here.”

The boy made a thoughtful noise and nodded. “Well...I’m glad you’re here.”

“Why?” She tilted her head.

“Because now I have a friend!” He grinned, grabbing her hands and spinning her around.

Ilula shrieked with laughter, and he loved how it sounded.

“We’re friends?” She asked, giggling as she fell still again.

“Yeah! I mean...do you wanna be?”

“Yes!” She looked relieved.

“Whats your name?” He asked.

“Ilula.” She smiled.

“I’m Ganondorf. Future king of the Gerudo.” His grin widened.

“Yeah, very funny.” She said sarcastically. “You’re weird, but I’m glad I have a friend now. I tried to make friends before, but they just made fun of me…”

The boy frowned. “Who did?”

Ilula shrugged, nodding towards the archway she had come through. “A bunch of girls in the market. They wouldn’t play with me.”

His brow creased angrily. “Why?”

“They said I was too small. They thought I was five! I’m almost eight!”

“I’m already eight,” her new friend smirked.

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. They were mean.”

His frown was back. “Did they make fun of you?”

“Yes.” She grumbled, kicking the sand.

“Come on.” He grabbed her hand again, pulling her towards the market.

“What are you doing?” She asked, short legs stumbling as she tried to keep up with the tall boy.

“Being a prince,” he growled.

Ilula scoffed. There he went again, pretending to be royalty. She didn’t have much of a choice than to follow him, though, and she let him drag her back to where the girls were playing.

“Hey!” He snapped, standing in front of them.

They all immediately froze and snapped to attention, staring at him with wide eyes.

“Y-yes?” One of them gulped.

“Were you being mean to her?” He yanked Ilula forward, holding her up by her wrist as if she weighed nothing at all. She dangled in his grip, toes barely brushing the sand, but she found that she didn’t hate it.

“N-no, Prince Ganondorf!” The girl who had bullied Ilula said quickly, taking a few steps back towards her friends.

“Then why wouldn’t you let her play with you?” He asked dangerously.

“Because—because she’s too small!” The girl stammered. “Sh-She wouldn’t be able to keep up!”

“Tell her you’re sorry,” he ordered, setting Ilula down.

“But—“

“Say you’re sorry!”

“W-we’re sorry!” She said. “P-please don’t tell my mom, she’ll be so mad at me…y-you can play whenever you want, you can be friends with us, I promise—“

“I don’t want to,” Ilula wrinkled her nose. “I have my own friend now.”

She turned away from them for the second time, spinning on her heel and marching away with her nose in the air. The girls stared after her in horror, looking back at the prince with wide eyes and gaping mouths. How could she turn her back on royalty and just walk away like that? She should be put to death for her rudeness!

He gave the girls one last glare before turning to join the little foreigner, catching up with her short stride quickly.

“That was awesome!” She exclaimed when they were out of earshot, stopping and turning to face him. “That was so cool, they were so scared of you! They—wait.” She paused as thoughts flew through her head. “They called you prince. Did you convince them like you tried to convince me? Wow, they’re dumb!”

He just stared at her before throwing his head back and laughing loudly.

“What?” She asked. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” he chuckled. “Wanna go play?”

Ilula grinned and nodded and they were off, running through the market to have fun.

Ganondorf showed her the aqueducts that carried fresh water throughout the city, laughing as she splashed him. He took her to see the sand seals living in pens just next to the side gate, telling her that soon, he was going to learn how to shield surf with one. After that, they ran up and down the palace steps, seeing how many they could each jump. The guards at the top of the stairs shared a bemused smile behind their veils, eyes crinkling with laughter as they watched their prince play with someone his age finally.

“This place is huge!” Ilula said, sitting down on a step. The sun was low in the sky, some of its heat finally ebbing as the evening air cooled.

“Yeah, it is,” Ganondorf sat beside her, looking out over his city. “The desert is even bigger. It goes on and on forever.”

“I can’t wait to see it,” Ilula sighed. “I can’t wait to see everything.”

“I’ll show you,” he promised. “I’ve lived here my whole life. I know everything about the desert.”

“Then maybe one day I can show you Castle Town!” She said excitedly. “Deal?”

He grinned. “Deal.”

“My prince,” one of the guards from the top of the steps approached them. “It is growing late. Your mother wishes you to accompany her for supper.”

Ilula stared at the tall Gerudo guard. Maybe the whole prince thing wasn’t just a joke amongst children, after all...

Ganondorf sighed. “Can we take Ilula home first?”

The guard looked down at the runt and gave a quick nod. “Who is your mother, vehvi?”

“Kiluki,” She said, her voice suddenly as small as she felt. “She was in the market talking to Aunt Uvira…”

The guard’s gaze softened at the sound of an old friend’s name. “Very well. Let us go find her together.”

Spear in hand, she led the children down the steps. The setting sun was casting long shadows across the square, Gerudo all waving goodbyes as they headed home or to the spa or bar. The market was much less crowded than it had been during the day, shopkeepers drawing down the flaps on their stalls as they closed up for the night.

“Ilula!” A voice called.

“Mama!” Ilula ran forward as she spotted her mother still talking to Uvira at her stand.

Kiluki caught her small daughter in an embrace, smiling as she picked her up and set her in her hip. “I see you’ve come back to me in one piece.”

“Of course,” the guard escorting the children said, coming to stand before Kiluki. “The prince and his friend were only playing on the palace steps today. I did not let them out of my sight.”

Kiluki’s eyes grew wide as Ganondorf stepped up next to the guard. “O-oh, my prince, forgive me—“

She tried to bow while holding Ilula, bending at the waist while her daughter clung to her arm for dear life. Ganondorf only laughed, enjoying the sight of such a close bond between the two, his hands clasped behind his back as he watched.

“Ilula and I are friends now,” he told her.

Kiluki looked at her daughter in shock. “...you befriended the prince?”

“I didn’t know he was the prince,” Ilula smiled sheepishly.

“She didn’t believe me when I kept telling her.” Ganondorf piped up.

“...were you rude to the prince?” Her mother asked.

“No!” Ilula protested. “I wasn’t! Besides, he’s not the prince, he’s my friend.”

Kiluki shook her head in disbelief as Uvira laughed behind them. “You never cease to amaze me, vehvi.”

Ilula grinned, then squirmed in her mother’s grip. The moment she was let down, she ran forward to hug Ganondorf, and the boy happily wrapped his arms around her. He picked her up and spun her around, one of his new favorite games, his face alight with laughter as the two quickly began making plans to play in the morning.

“Thank you for keeping an eye on her,” Kiluki said to the guard as she watched her daughter and the prince.

“Of course,” the guard dipped her head in a nod. “At the prince’s side is the safest place she could ever be.”

Kiluki nodded in agreement. She couldn’t believe how well everything had worked out. With a guard detail always keeping an eye on Ganondorf, Ilula would no doubt always be under their watch as well. Her daughter gained a friend, and Kiluki gained some peace of mind.

“Come, my prince,” the guard said after a few more minutes. “We must let Ilula and Kiluki get home, and we must not keep your mother waiting.”

Ganondorf sighed and gave Ilula one last smile before joining the guard. Ilula waved after him as he walked towards the palace, her mother taking her hand to lead her to Uvira.

“Well, how about that?” Ilula’s aunt chuckled. “Making friends on your very first day here!”

Ilula giggled. “He’s not just my friend. He’s the prince.”

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