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"Hello there. You seem a bit... lost?" - Nathaniel to Achilles who just stepped foot into the gardens
Achilles turned around as soon as he heard the voice, jumping a little, for he didn't expect to be approached so quickly as soon as he stepped foot outside the castle. Looking at the young man in front of him, he couldn't help but smile, thinking of what happened last night. Never he thought he'd be in the middle of two Princes fighting for some obscure reason, –little did he know it was because of him, and not completely for the honour of one's sister– and witness one of them pushing the other into a gigantic cake, and yet, that's exactly what happened. The scene was funny, especially after that Nathaniel, the Prince in front of him right now, swore he wasn't crazy and asked him to stay longer. Achilles did not know why it matters to him, but he was intrigued by the Prince of the seas.
Shaking his head to come back to earth, the young bard seemed to remember only now that he was in front of royalty, for he took off his hat and bow in front of him, at least he tried.
❛Greetings, your Highness.❜
❛What are you doing?❜ Nathaniel asked with amusement, which puzzled Achilles.
❛I... Well, you're a Prince, and I was told to always greet royalty that way.❜
❛You're adorable. But please, stop.❜
Achilles couldn't hide the fact that he was blushing now. He thought he offended the prince, but a quick look at Nathaniel show him that he was more amused than hurt, which help him relax. Putting his hat on, the demigod stayed where he was, his eyes locked on the Blackwater. It was strange, he felt as if he already knew him. As if he already met him before, but no matter how hard Achilles tried to remember, he couldn't. But he also couldn't get rid of this feeling of familiarity. He felt it last night, the moment Nathaniel came to him, he felt as if it wasn't the first time they saw each other, but once again his memory was lacking.
He noticed the smile on Nathaniel's face, a sweet one, and that smile was enough to make him blush again, and looked around, a bit puzzled by what was happening right now. No words were exchanged for a while, but it was as if they didn't need any to communicate. Finally, Nathaniel seemed to realize that, once again, he might look like a crazy person, which is why he clear his throat and started walking, signing to Achilles to follow him, which he did.
❛So... Are you lost?❜ He repeated, and Achilles nodded.
❛This place is a bloody maze.❜
❛They did it on purpose. So human cannot leave so easily.❜
❛Hm, I see.❜ Achilles only reply, and he felt quite sad at this idea. Looking around at the servant, he couldn't help but ask himself if they were all humans or not.
❛Was it fun with Prince Aeron, yesterday?...❜ Nathaniel finally asked, a bit nervous, bringing Achilles' attention to him. ❛I would have loved to be there, but my brother needed me...❜
❛Oh, I don't know. I spent the evening with the little Princess. Lyra, I think? I'm sorry if I mistake, there are a lot of princes and princesses here.❜
❛With Lyra? That's... surprising to hear.❜
❛Why so? The Princess was amazed by my tricks, see, I am also an illusionist, and seeing a rabbit out of my hat was enough for her to ask me to stay with her until she fell asleep. Didn't take long.❜
❛Oh, yes, I forget about magic.❜ Nathaniel whispered to himself, but Achilles heard it, which made him frowned. ❛Sorry, I was talking to myself.❜
❛You know, your Highness, you're not really helping your case.❜
❛What do you mean?❜
❛First, you push Prince Aeron into a cake, second you ambushed me as soon as I arrived in the garden, and now, you're talking to yourself. And yet, you swore you aren't crazy.❜
Nathaniel stopped walking, and Achilles did the same. He was amused by the prince's expression, the latter was blushing hard, eyes wild opened, and he was trying to talk, but nothing went out. The magician laughed to that reaction, and he soon was followed but a little laugh by the Blackwater, who scratched his neck out of embarrassment.
❛You're right, I'm not helping my case... I'm just... nervous.❜
❛Why?❜
❛Because of you.❜ He said, and once again, Achilles blushed. He was taken aback by such honesty, which made him looked down, because he couldn't dare looking at Nathaniel's hypnotic blue eyes. The Blackwater, as for him, seemed quite proud of his comeback and smile wildly. He felt bolder now.
❛I like y-❜
❛My eyes? Thank you.❜ Achilles cut short, and that startled Nathaniel. For some reason, the young man was sure they already had this conversation, this feeling of familiarity didn't want to leave him, but once again, he couldn't recall.
❛How do you know?❜
❛I heard that a lot. It's quite rare. It's call s-❜
❛Sectoral heterochromia.❜ Nathaniel recalled from a previous conversation he had with Achilles, in his past life, and he was once again proud of him for he impressed the young man.
❛You have pretty eyes too, your Highness.❜
❛Please call me just Nathaniel. Or Nate.❜
❛I'll try my best to respect that wish.❜ Achilles said, bowing one more time, and this time he felt quite stupid doing so. He shook his head, which amused Nathaniel.
❛Are you staying in the castle?❜
❛In fact, yes, I am. Princess Lyra ordered me to stay, Princess Calypso asked me to teach her some of my songs, and you asked me to stay yesterday. I cannot go against three royalties, I'm scared to be hanged.❜ He laughed, but that did not make Nathaniel laugh in return, quite the opposite, he now seemed gloomy. Achilles noticed it easily, and was ready to ask if he offended him with a high-pitched voice called him:
❛Achilles! Achilles!❜ Princess Lyra called while running his way.
❛I'm sorry, but duty calls me.❜ He said, looking at Nathaniel who now seemed sad. ❛I hope to see you soon. You... Intrigued me, Prince Nathaniel. Maybe you'll be able to help me with a trick I might do tonight before dinner?❜
❛I'd like too.❜ Nathaniel said, trying to smile, which he failed for the thought of Achilles dying was painful, but also inevitable.
#achilles petrova#achilles x nate#writing prompt#achilles writing prompt#i don't like it completely#but it resume their second meeting#which is quite funny to me#nate is a stalker lmao#but we love it about him#i like playing characters who don't remember#but know this person is important#and will do everything to stay around#that's real love#i love achilles sm already#and i love them both a lot#icanbeyourgenie
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#starting with the valentine's edit already#cause i have a feeling i'll be late if i don't#and i'm starting with them cause i love them sm#like seriously they're my otp idc!!#i love their love at first sight thing they just know they're made for each other#and they're right!!#nathaniel blackwater#mine#nathaniel x achilles
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summary: in which jungkook is one of your greatest fears and you’re his achilles’ heel.
idol!jungkook x reader, est. relationship / fluff, angst / word count: 4.1k
content/warnings: i love you i want us both to eat well T_T sigh. oc has abandonment issues pls protect at all costs + oc is worried bc jk is working so hard :( + a worm (???) cameo. ily protective and hopeless romantic iw!jk <3 the ending 🥲💔 this drabble literally goes 📈📉
> in which masterlist!
note: *insert my melody mugshot scene* me if planting puzzle pieces in my drabbles + making oc cry (IM SORRY) were a crime. this was sm fun writing <3 i cried and laughed they’re so precious </3
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“jungkook, baby?”
your silky voice fills the quiet apartment as you pad across the floor. you’re carrying your heeled mary janes by its straps, leaving you only in your white socks.
“babe?”
you frown as the seconds pass and you receive no response from your lover. there’s no music playing, no rustling somewhere in the kitchen or the living room. the lights are dim like they usually are, but the vivid colors are absent.
him? asleep at 9pm? jeon jungkook? it can’t be, but you’d be delighted to finally see him resting early if it was real.
and so, spurred by that tiny glimmer of hope, you carefully crack the bedroom door open, as if you’re fifteen again and you just came back from sneaking out of the house.
but you’re grown now; you live in a building with complete strangers for neighbors. you just got home from work, and you’re no longer used to sleeping alone because you share the bed with another person.
you find it empty. devoid of any creases, sign of life. as neat as a hotel room’s make believe that no one lived there until two hours prior.
the disappointment weighs down on your shoulders, causing them to drop.
he didn’t tell you he was going somewhere else after practice, you think to yourself as your lips permanently shape into a pout. what happened to going out with you for dinner?
agreeing, your empty stomach grumbles angrily.
maybe he got caught up at work. maybe he’s on his way home. maybe he’s on his way to the restaurant and he’s about to text you to come over. maybe he forgot about your plans and he’s having dinner with somebody else.
whatever the reason is, you’re too lazy and tired to whip up something edible on your own. with or without him, you’re going out and you’re stuffing your mouth full with rice and meat. after all, autumn is here, your dear old friend.
in search for a coat that will accompany you in your late-night stroll, you enter the walk-in closet and flip on the lightswitch.
you can count them with just your fingers— the amount of times you’ve felt this type of fear. absent eyes, melting spine, chills running to the top of your head down to your fingertips, mind racing with an overload of thoughts (it appears as a blank page, the same way that white is the presence of all colors of visible light). this fear… you associate it with impulsive mistakes, fire, police and ambulance sirens, and… empty closets.
jungkook’s side of the closet is empty.
clothes. shoes. bucket hats. beanies. belts. everything. gone.
but the floor is scattered with random pieces of clothing that look like they accidentally fell while someone was in a rush to pack them all in a bag. so in a rush that they didn’t even bother to pick them up.
your weak knees almost give way, but you force yourself to stumble backwards until your back hits the doorframe— you refuse to let yourself look like you’ve been carelessly discarded too.
not again. not again. not this goddamn vicious curse you thought you’ve already broken out of. not. again.
you blink away the tears threatening to spill as you scramble to open the zipper of your bag, but they spill anyway when your shoes clatter to the floor. you flinch at the thunderous sound, clutching your phone tightly against your chest. you keep your eyes closed throughout the defeaning silence that comes after.
the empty space mocks you. it knows your intricate design was not meant to live in an empty home.
you guess nothing much has changed. you’re still afraid of jungkook and his power to take away the sun, just as he did before, and you deeply despise being afraid. you don’t like it when the walls are closing in on you, poisoning your mind into believing that you’re small when the heart inside your chest burns with a fire brighter than that of the damn sun.
anyone would be foolish to leave you; it’s only jungkook who could have you mourning the death of the garden you’ve given the past five years of your life to.
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jungkook returns to the apartment half an hour later. despite the long, grueling hours of dance practice he nearly didn’t survive, the excitement vibrating through his body is manifested through the lightness of his movements. he’s finally seeing his lover for the first time today… awake.
when he brought his natural body warmth along with him to the bathroom this morning, you sunk yourself further into mattress, beneath the thick blankets and against the soft pillows. by the time he had to give you your obligatory goodbye kiss before he leaves for work (or else you’d sulk about it for the rest of the week), half of your face has been hidden from sight. he was only able to press a loving kiss on your forehead, and then your eyelids that were fluttering as you dreamt.
night time comes and he is still deprived of the sight of your beautiful face? he somberly wonders as he finds you slumped over the dining table; he swears that there is a dark rain cloud hovering above you. your arms are thrown over the hardwood as they serve as a makeshift pillow for your vessel— his little firefly curiously bleak.
“baby? are you sick?” he asks, voice dripping with concern as he tenderly rubs your back.
the legs of the chair screeches against the tiled floor, neglectedly pushed behind.
“kook?” you manage to choke out, frantically sitting up once your muddled brain registered the familiarity of his touch on your bare skin.
his heart drops to his stomach as your tear-stained face comes into view. this isn’t how he envisioned your greeting; it usually came in the form of a bright light not harsh as the sunlight, a softness that begs to be held.
“are you crying?!”
your reply only comes out as a pitiful whimper. he stumbles a step backwards when you unceremoniously jump into his embrace, wrapping your arms over his shoulders. he gets a whiff of your sweet perfume, and then it becomes the air that he breathes, but he doesn’t have much time to revel in it.
“baby!”
he squeezes your waist taut against his body, affectionately nosing at your cheek before giving you a kiss. “did something happen? tell me- tell me.”
“jungkook,” your voice cracks as you utter his name, sounding almost like a plea, and then an endless string of heartbreaking sobs comes out muffled against his shirt. “where have you been?”
this sends him into a state of panic. seeing you in pain— it’s his biggest weakness. after all, you are his achilles’ heel.
“why? why, why, why?” you’re weak and pliant as he pulls your arms down, collapsing against his chest when he envelopes you in his embrace. he cradles your head in his palm, soothing you with gentle pats and shushes. “shh, shhh- it’s okay, i’m here now. everything’s okay, you hear me?”
his efforts prove to be fruitless, because you only seem to cry harder as he slowly rocks your bodies back and forth.
you shake your head, hands attempting to hold on to the back of his shirt to regain sensation in your limbs, but they miserably fail and fall on the sides of his hips.
“talk to me… please, mhmm?“ he hums quietly, pressing his soft lips to your temple. “tell me what’s wrong and your boyfriend will take care of it.”
from your sniffles to your hiccups, you remain unable to form any coherent response, and it leads his imagination to construct the worst possible scenarios. he feels his stomach turn with uneasiness, jaw clenching as he carefully pulls away to meet you eye-to-eye.
“did someone touch you? hurt you?” he spits out with urgency, and the unparalleled care he displays puts you in a daze, simply dumbfounded as he strokes your face. “huh, baby? just tell me and i’ll take care of the rest.”
now that you’re being reminded that jungkook could quite literally kill a person with his bare hands if they ever inflict harm on you, the fog is clearing up and you feel so incredibly… stupid.
but that’s more the reason why it’s difficult not to be sensitive when it comes to him; his absence proves to be lethal.
“shit, you’re scaring me.” he breathes out shakily as he taps your cheek lightly to bring you back to him, the distant look in your eyes triggering the emergency alarms in his head.
he unconsciously licks his lips and he tastes your tears; he doesn’t want anybody else to ever come this close.
“okay, okay- let’s put that aside for now. what do you need? should we go to bed and rest instead?”
“i thought you left,” you whisper as you hang your head in shame.
he blinks at you in confusion. “to where? my flight isn’t until next week, baby.”
fantastic! now you sound like the most dramatic, clingiest bitch to ever grace the planet. you bury your face in your hands to hide the battle zone between your heart and mind, but your boyfriend seizes your wrists because he can’t bear another second of it.
“is-is that why you’re upset…?” he asks with not a trace of malice or ridicule. he is only filled with guilt as it dawns on him then— how you’ve only gotten used to always having him around four years into your relationship, when he was taking a break from work.
the changes in his life are also changes in yours, but they still affect you in many different ways.
“then just come with me. i’ll make it work. maybe we can extend for a bit, spend an entire day by ourselves- there’s a lot of museu-”
“i thought you left,” you repeat yourself, exposed and vulnerable, vision swallowed by the darkness because you can’t make yourself look at him. “your clothes… they’re gone, and i was calling but you… you weren’t answering my calls so i thought…”
“my clothes?” he exclaims, eyes going wide as he realizes that they’ve accidentally slipped from his mind. “ahh, i thought about cleaning the closet while waiting for you so i moved everything to the other room!”
you open your mouth to speak, but much to your chagrin, no words come out. you purse your lips as your chin wobbles— the new wave of tears in your eyes mimic shiny crystals.
“____!”
and at the stern mention of your name, you know that you’re about to receive a (loving) scolding from your boyfriend. your lips curve into a frown before a sob inevitably escapes past them.
“why would you think that? why would i leave you? that doesn’t make sense at all, does it…?”
you shake your head, hugging him so tight, possibly tighter than you’ve ever done before. between your bodies, his heart is being unbearably wrung.
“i’m sorry, baby. seeing you cry like this breaks my heart…” he closes his eyes with a heavy sigh, resting his cheek on the side of your head. “but why would that be the first thing you think of…? i must be doing something wrong, right? have i been too busy with work? am i neglecting you?”
you’re breathless, a little dizzy— bloodshot eyes meeting his that are now gleaming with sadness. “no, it’s not like that! i just panicked, i couldn’t think straight.”
“are you sure?”
he looks at you skeptically, scanning your face.
“baby-” his voice breaks, then he pauses with his gaze still trained on you. “okay, i’m sorry. i… should’ve thought about what cleaning the closet would look like.”
“i was just being stupid.” you give him a small smile, rubbing your eyes to chase away the burning sensation. “sorry for scaring you.”
“stop, you’ll hurt yourself.” he tuts, pushing your wrists aside to cup your face in his hands, much gentler in comparison to your own self. his thumbs draw shapes on your soft skin, and then out of the blue, he curiously squeezes one of the space buns on top of your head. “wow, this is so pretty?”
“huh…? oh, thanks.” you mumble, still feeling out of it.
“this, too.” the white silk ribbon wrapped prettily around your neck, he means, which he hooks a finger on to tug lightly. it matches the lace straps on your shoulders that falls across the underbust of your dress, tied together to form a ribbon in the middle of it. that makes two, so clasically you.
and while it may be partly true that he’s trying to lighten the atmosphere, he just can’t defy the urge to express his admiration for you, even in a situation like this. he’s perpetually love-drunk.
“thank you.” you nod, shyly looking away to sniffle. “but you’re the reason why my makeup is ruined… need to wash it off before we go.”
“you’re beautiful either way, baby.”
“i know.” you scoff. “would you date me for five years if i wasn’t?”
he releases a throaty chuckle, capturing your lips in his with a smile of endearment that he fails to subdue.
“you’re so fucking cute. i love you-” he says with merely an inch of distance between you.
he grunts in melodramatic anguish, overcome by the insensity of his affections overflowing past the brim of his very being, leaning so close that the edge of the table digs into your lower back, surely to leave a temporary mark.
and he carries on to kiss you so many times that you lose count; you can only melt as you collect them in that bottomless pocket located somewhere in your soul, where all the love you’ve received across lifetimes is recorded to prove i was once here.
“i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you. i’m never leaving. you’re stuck with me and bam forever.”
if the time comes that the two of you break up, who would bam come home to? jungkook stubbornly refuses to have that conversation.
however, you still can’t let go of something, and you pout as you shove him lightly. unsurprisingly, his strong build doesn’t budge at all.
“but why didn’t you answer my calls?” at last, you gain enough energy to complain, but your face grows hot as the urge to cry returns. “i mean, what else was i supposed to think?!”
jungkook is struck by yet another lightning.
may the heavens have mercy, he’s been making you angry more than usual lately.
“shit, i forgot. i turned off my phone.” he mutters under his breath, feeling extremely regretful that he was not reachable when you needed him most to be. “i wanted to focus only on you tonight. what do they call it again…? leaving work at work?”
he winces guiltily.
“i’m sorry. maybe it wasn’t a smart idea.”
“no, i like that.” you almost interrupt him from talking because of how fast you are to brush off his apology.
he makes a mental note of it— the way you’re gripping at his shirt in small fists. you’re tense and overwhelmed; you need him to stay close.
“leave work at work. focus on me, and let me be your rest.”
unbeknownst to you, jungkook bites back his tears then. after all this time, he still gets mesmerized by the tenderness that naturally governs your every word and action; he thinks that he needs you more than you need him.
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“just eat, baby. i’ll cook the meat for us.” jungkook coos at you as he cuts more meat into bite-sized pieces using a pair of kitchen shears.
“okay, then i’ll make sure that you eat.” you grin excitedly, dragging your chair closer to his.
you set down the tongs, grabbing your chopsticks to pick up a cooked piece of pork belly from the grill. you don’t forget to blow on it, mindful of burning his tongue.
of course, you don’t want to hurt him, but it would be especially painful for him as a singer.
“ahhh-” still busy with cooking, jungkook opens wide at your cue, catching the meat in between his teeth.
“rice,” he demands as he chews.
you scoop up rice from your bowl, and he devours it happily as he continues to flip the strips of pork belly lined up across the grill.
“mmhmm, it’s so delicious!” he dramatically says out loud. his eyebrows are knitted together and his legs are bouncing under the table, tell-tale signs of him enjoying the food.
witnessing this kind of reaction, any chef would be happy to slave away in the kitchen to serve him a meal. you recognize it in the smile of the owner after jungkook ordered more side dishes, and the way he dashed through the door to reduce the waiting time.
“yah, feed yourself, too!” jungkook chides you after you feed him meat three times in a row, but with an open palm that catches the juice that drips from the kimchi, you still tap your chopsticks against his lips. he spares it a glance before catching it using his tongue.
“i am!” you then rush to wrap a piece of pork belly in lettuce, dipping it into ssamjang before stuffing it into your mouth.
“good job, baby.” he grins in satisfaction, rubbing your back as praise. this makes you preen. “make sure to eat lots, got it?”
but then you’re back to spoiling him rotten, this time with an egg roll. so far, he has only touched his own chopsticks twice.
“i just told you to eat first!”
you glare at him, pouting. “but you worked so hard practicing today and you haven’t even eaten properly yet.”
he is too busy with work, and it’s not news that you’ve been worried sick about his health. it’s difficult to watch him work himself to the bone, but no one truly has the power to stop jungkook from doing what he wants, sometimes not even himself. and you find it impossible to fault him for it when you know that everything he does is done out of love. from the vigorous vocal and dance lessons, and to the deep cleaning of the apartment because his baby has been developing an allergy to dust.
“you need to make it up to your body. here, please?”
he loves being loved, jungkook thinks to himself as he eats the egg roll whole.
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you were already prepared to go home after dinner, but your night owl for a boyfriend insisted on going on a walk at the park because he wanted to, and you quote, ‘see you awake for a little while longer,’ or whatever the hell he meant by that.
with his tattooed arm protectively swung over your shoulder, you’re engulfed in a wave of nostalgia. for the first two years of your relationship, before you started living together, you only met with each other at night, save for the very rare day-offs that he got. the only places that are still open after midnight are nightclubs, fastfood chains, convenience stores… and well, parks.
and he would always hold you close like this to make you feel safe, and the rest of you melts away while the side of your ribcage that he is pressed against remains to shelter your heart. on the contrary, you also remember how your bodies used to be so tense. you wanted to sacrifice more sleep and to walk to the other side of the park, of the street, to that other convenience store five blocks away because this one didn’t have the flavor of ice cream you wanted, anything… just… anything so you could be with each other ten minutes more.
and it was cold. it was always cold.
“what do you mean ‘it exploded’?”
“it seriously exploded! it was on fire! that’s why i went out to buy a new extension cord!”
“jungkook, it’s because you plug in too many things at once!” you cry out in frustration, your steps becoming heavy stomps. “i told you to stop doing that!”
“what do you mean? if it has six slots, doesn’t that mean six devices is the maximum?” he continues to stubbornly defend himself, and you can only hang your head in defeat. “otherwise, it’s a scam!”
“it is a scam! see…? they made you buy a ne-”
your sentence is cut short as your tongue gets paralyzed.
a dark and striped, long figure approaching ahead, slithering its across the grass.
your mind immediately registers it as the animal you fear most.
oh, no. no, no, no, no, no.
“jungkook,” you utter his name with a tremble.
the same fear you experienced only two hours ago holds you hostage once more, add all the hair in your body standing up and you’re as frightened as a cat.
“what’s wrong? yah! what are you doing?! baby, ba- fuck!” he sputters out as you forcefully pull him back along with you, displaying a type of strength and agility he doesn’t normally see.
the two of you continue to stumble backwards as you struggle to maintain balance, and somehow jungkook manages to switch your positions so that you’re the one who lands on top him instead of the other way around when you eventually end up as a heap on the soft earth.
he begins to feel his throat closing up at the sight of pure, genuine fear in your eyes.
“jungkook, snake- it’s small bu-”
you interrupt your own sentence with a high-pitched squeal, garnering looks from strangers moving and unmoving. in the blink of an eye, your boyfriend has swept you off your feet as if you’re light as a feather, driven by the instinct to protect the love of his life.
you cover your mouth in shock, your other arm coming up around his neck to keep yourself from falling.
you think you may have fallen for jungkook all over again.
“are you spiderman?”
he was too busy searching for the subject of your fear under dim lights, and so he looks at you in bewilderment to ask, “what was that?”
you shake your head with your wide eyes shining with faux innocence. you squeak. “nothing.”
he releases a sigh, followed by a chuckle of obvious relief and amusement as he squeezes your body closer to plant a kiss on your forehead. “aigoo, my ____! why are you so scared today? what am i going to do with you…? it’s just a worm.”
“are you sure? i swear i saw it raise its head!“
“i’m sure,” he lulls you. “i think worms can do that, too?”
your face twists in an expression of mixed bewilderment and distrust.
“that i’m not sure about, but it’s really just a worm! would i still be standing here if it wasn’t?” he clicks his tongue sharply. “we need to get your eyes rechecked.”
you roll your eyes with a huff. you’ve have had enough of his teasing before it even starts.
“uh?! i’m serious over here!”
this is new— you mean bickering with jungkook in a public place isn’t, but being carried by him like a bride while it happens definitely is.
“fine, i’ll go this weekend. happy?” you fake an obedient smile. “you can put me down now.”
he blinks, and then he adjusts the way he’s holding you to ensure that your dress won’t show what’s for his eyes only— for a split second, you were flying.
“i’ll go with you,”
“okay. now put me down.“ you tap his shoulder repeatedly to prompt him to heed your words. “babe, this is embarrassing!”
“nope,” he ignores your protest with nonchalance as he resumes to walk the path you’re on, evidently enjoying the attention he’s stealing and the way you’re curling yourself smaller to hide.
“oh my god! weren’t you just complaining about your body hurting?!”
“you were scared of me leaving,” he smiles, glancing down at you. “so now i’m gluing you to myself.”
that made you quiet for a while. inside your tote, the container of kimchi, wrapped in a plastic bag, rattles with his every stride. you noticed that jungkook loved it so much, so you ordered it to go when he went to the bathroom before you were to leave the restaurant.
“you know, we used to just hold hands,” you mumble with a childish pout. “like normal people?”
“this is very normal,” he argues.
the scenery becomes more familiar as he takes the long way home.
“some would even say romantic.”
a wave of nostalgia hits, and you visibly shiver.
you don’t know if he would remember, but he has said the same exact words once before.
you scrunch your nose, supposedly to give him a look of disgust, but a giddy smile betrays you. you are five years younger again, and the night ends with the moon bidding you an adieu.
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Silas asks #1
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Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3
Warnings: mentions of death, suicide, breaking the reader, guns, yandere
— What would Silas do if we died?
He would break down. You're the reason why he lives, why he breathes. His work is unforgiving and cold. You're his light in the darkness. This man would probably not be able to take it. The loneliness would kill his spirit until finally a bullet took care of the rest of him.
"I'm coming, Y/N, don't worry. You don't have to be scared. I'll be there soon."
— Hiii! Sorry if this is too dark just feel free to ignore it but how do you think silas would act if darling slowly breaks and k*lls theirselves why he was away
Oh God. He'd feel so horrible. He'd blame himself. As stated in the ask above, Silas would probably not be able to live without you. He needs you to feel the slightest bit of human and if you're not here, then why bother trying?
"I'm sorry, Y/N ... but don't be mad at me. I will fix everything. We'll live together after death. And there I'll take good care of you — better than ever."
— Hello!! I was wondering how would Silas react if reader asked one of those stupid questions like ‘would you still love me if I were a worm?
He'd laugh and throw a pillow at you.
"Why are you always asking me such silly questions, baby? Where do you even get these from?"
He'd hug you tightly, tickle you and nibble playfully at your skin. If you laugh, he'd break out into the most beautiful smile.
"I'd love you even if you were a four eyed monster with tentacles. Duh. I adore you, baby. Besides, you're not getting rid of me that easily. Love you."
— I loved Silas and reader on valentines day, imagine reader eating like a pig though 😂 Especially if they ordered spaghetti
It wouldn't matter!!! You were the only ones in the restaurant, and Silas would probably already be used to your sloppy eating. If any of the waiters looked at you though ... that's a different story.
— omg can we please get more of silas breaking reader like idk why but i love that fic sm😭
If you men breaking as in "Let's throw the darling into the basement until they become obedient" then I'm sure we can make it work!! :]
— I don't have an Achilles heel, I hate my parents and "friends" guts, kiss my sociopathic poop, Silas (´ε｀ )
Well, you got to have something???? Silas will win
#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere drabbles#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere fics#yandere talks#yandere mafia#yandere oc x you#silas oc#yandere asks#yandere headcanons#yandere reactions
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Why didn't Su She just grab JGY and teleport out of the temple? Was his cultivation level really low? Did he need a recharge??
it's funny you should send me this ask, anon, since it does form the basic premise of a fic I am working on (kind of).
sms's cultivation level and martial arts skills are quite good! before uncovering his identity as the mystery swordsman responsible for absconding with xue yang's body and, presumably, the stygian tiger tally, wwx is impressed by his techniques and capabilities. during the second siege of the burial mounds, sms is the one who leads his moling su disciples in performing the altered song of vanquishing to seal the spiritual energies of everyone else present at the siege--and, once he is found out, he makes use of a teleportation talisman to escape (abandoning his own disciples in the process after tricking them--not a good look, minshan). he's using these talents towards a terrible purpose in this moment, of course, but this speaks to someone who does have a strong cultivation base; his own guqin isn't named in the text, but it is described as a first class spiritual tool comparable to lan wangji's. just because he isn't lan wangji, lan xichen or nie mingjue doesn't mean he isn't a strong cultivator! he's just not a cultivation prodigy.
(though, as an aside, it takes a different kind of gumption and courage to go from being exiled from your sect and branded a coward, to establishing your own sect in mdzs's jianghu.)
so, bearing in mind that he did just exert a considerable amount of that energy during the second burial mounds siege, I do think he was 'running low,' as it were, and didn't have much left in the tank. that said, I do think it's possible that minshan could have made use of a teleportation talisman for both himself and jgy, just because of how much spiritual power he pours into nanping [edit: not nanping!! i forgot that lwj already shattered nanping earlier in the confrontation. so this is a different sword, but i think my point still stands] in his final attack on nmj moments before his death. I am glad that this moment was included in the donghua and very sad it was changed in cql:
(highlighting that short paragraph up top just to indicate the short-sightedness of huaisang's revenge vision quest here. nmj's fierce corpse is a danger to everyone in this confrontation, not just jgy; moments earlier, he'd not only lunged towards both jin ling and jiang cheng, but even towards lan xichen and huaisang himself.)
I love this paragraph; I love that in this moment, minshan's martial prowess and his strong cultivation base get to shine, because he is a character who has gone through the entire novel belittled and mocked and denigrated by everyone around him because of his cowardice, his inconsistent control over his spiritual abilities, and his decades-long grudge against the gusu lan (and lan wangji specifically). all of that remains true, and in this moment, he is incandescent and capable and putting every scrap of remaining power that he has into this attempt to strike down nmj and protect jgy. it's beautifully and vividly written and demonstrates just how unwavering his devotion is to the only person in the text to consistently treat him with respect and dignity.
that said--
the moment of his death unfortunately encapsulates his achilles' heel, both as a character and as a cultivator, imo. minshan's problem isn't that he has a weak spiritual core and weak martial arts: it's that he is impulsive and prone to extremely poor judgment in the heat of the moment (case in point: he curses jin zixun for the unforgivable crime of... wounding his pride. I mean, I too think jzn is a cunt, but like, come on minshan). he pours so much dazzling spiritual power into his sword that it shatters, rendering him defenceless in the face of nmj's attack.
imo this is a pivotal moment in the final confrontation in the guanyin temple where both sms and jgy could have escaped exactly as you suggest, anon. if sms has enough spiritual power remaining to accidentally shatter his sword, he probably has enough spiritual power to activate a teleportation talisman (either while nmj is still staring at the empty coffin or after forcing him back with that initial sword thrust) and escape through it with jgy in tow. but he didn't, because that isn't the judgment call he made in the moment.
#asks answered#mdzs meta#su she#su minshan#jin guangyao#emotional support henchman#this is the farthest thing from sms hate please do not interpret it as such#like come on look at my username look at my blog in this house we stan minshan#but my guy has a short fuse and makes bad choices#and this bad choice got him killed
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dria dria dria !!!
omg i have read the letter you wrote for me like 5 times already, it’s so romantic istg. i feel my heart tearing every time i read it. i swear if i don’t find a love like that—THE LETTER IS JUST SO PERFECT. i don’t know how else to describe the way you captured me and megs’ voice in that letter. you’re an angel, my love. i’m just here to say thank you again 🥹🫶 i’ll never let go of that letter, it’s one of my favourite things ever <33
hope you’re doing well (not too overwhelmed with requests) and have a restful weekend angel !!
safi !!! stop i'll cry i love you so much receiving compliments is my achilles heel 🥹
i tried to make it as personal as possible while kinda showing most of his funny character traits so it felt kinda familiar in the way that it comes across as comforting rather than love spilled on a page IM SO GLAD U LIKED IT !!!
(i rlly haven't written gumi much prolly bcus i haven't studied his character down to the t so base knowledge helped me sm 😭)
SPEAKING OF REQUESTS !!!
i have a few letters left and a new tsr fic queued - thank heavens i wrote the tsr fic beforehand bcus i haven't touched my other tsr drafts, my brain's just been so full of toji !! and the poetry collection eugh 🤭
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🌻 local sunflower forgets they are chronically ill and get surprised when they suddenly feel like shit for days in a row. nothing new. i was sitting on my bed and thinking why i am feelings soo bad and then it hit me. anyway
cultural hcs... yk i am very excited for snezhnaya cuz i am slavic myself and to see any kind of representation is!!! omg!!! a little scared tho but GAHSGHFH but it made me want to write something, probably with my miss alchemist, focused on like... snezhnaya. holidays. how people live. things like this. daily life of snezhnayans and stuff and the idea is sooo cozy and yum. i dont myself have much cultural hcs but i think there should be more of them, especially if people base them off their own experience because its just... so human. to put a part of urself wherever ure in. we should do more human things without shame
(on a side note, ive read both parts of achilles heel and i WILL be reblogging them soon. the next time i go and queue all my bookmarked posts AASGHHDGF but i already have to say, i loved them so much and i love dadlone. thats my guy.)
me and my anons and moots being chronically ill together fr....... i hope you feel even a little bit better soon though. i hope your pain becomes a bit more manageable. <3333 can relate though. i never learn my lesson. i feel good one day and overdo it and then i feel awful the next day
UNDERSTANDABLE i am biracial. latino and white descent specifically, and if you listen to natlan's theme, it has very... latino sounds to it. which scares me and excites me! is it too delulu to think that maybe we'll get a hair texture other than really straight or mildly wavy.... i think that is WAYYY too delulu of me to hope for, but i can hope. my hair texture is very thick and curly and i never see my specific hair type represented in popular media, which is sad, but it is what it is tbh. but you really are so right. i wish fans of... any media ever weren't afraid to insert themselves into the universe they enjoy. it is such an honest human experience to seek connection and representation. but people are soo afraid to do it for some reason? i personally think it is so beautiful to want to insert yourself into something you enjoy. it is such a human desire. i love it sm.
also AKDJHFDGFH take your time!!! those posts won't be going anywhere, i just like to advertise them a lot bc i am super proud of them <3
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Someone said they wanted to see more, so here's another ten
Questions for Hades players! Again, answers will be in the tags.
1: Favourite region?
2: Least favourite enemy?
3: Character you wish you could romance, but you can't?
4: Favourite character that you actually can romance?
5: Is Cerberus a good boy?
6: Was Hades justified in the way he treated Zagreus?
7: Best canon couple in game?
8: Who had the better outfit change, Patroclus or Persephone?
9: What side quest made you suffer the most?
10: Finally, favourite and least favorite mini-boss?
#hades#hades game#my answers are#1) i love the look of elysium but asphodel is my favourite region to fight through#2) those fuckifngjfjjdn butterfly balls#3) i want to romance achilles so badly but hes already married#4) thanatos my beloved#5) yes#6) to an extent but he didnt have to be such a dick about it#7) Patroclus and Achilles can have my heart#8) def Patroclus im not a huge fan of Persephone's dress after the ending#9) the sisyphus side quest made me suffer sm#and 10) I like any mini-boss in tartarus because they're easy#but tiny vermin can suck my nards#cursing tw
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6 Anti LO Asks
1. Love how P’s horny for H when he’s healing the college student’s eye not because he’s finally acting with basic human decency at her behest but because he looks like a fucking galaxy lmfao. What a joke. Their relationship is based on sexual attraction, trauma bonding and childish flirting alone.
2. Son of the white mare (fehérlófia) is everything LO wanted to be. It's a trippy 80s Hungarian animated movie, that adapts the old hun and steppe mythology in a modern way. It has funky colours, unique character designs, makes the characters from the story very likable and giving them good personalities, and sometimes changes their anatomy and body structure for artistic visuals. It also has sexual themes that presented good. In such a clever way in fact that a child could watch it (unlike Rachel, who was afraid of those themes). I 100% recommend if you like old mythological stories. And it's also very underrated, even here in hungary. Rachel could try but she would never reach the quality of the movie!
Here's the movie if you are interested! https://youtu.be/Ohv88J2WKsg
3. one of my big "side" issues with LO is that RS chose Tethys of all people to be Zeus' mistress, and also plain evil. achilles' mom?? the one woman zeus actually decided not to pursue?? she is gonna be this evil schemer? there is not a single good female character in this story i hate it sm
4. One thing I find weird about the fandom is how they don’t even respect Persephone. She prefers having short hair yet most fan artists draw her with impractically long luscious locks just to make her hyperfeminine to match Hades’s big blue hypermasculine daddy energy smh as if she isn’t already hyperfeminine enough
5. I don't get about the modern setting. Why are humans seem to stuck in the past? If RS wants it to be modern setting, then she got to stick with it. It just looks so weird when only some parts are modern.
6. Hades and Persephone give off Elon and Grimes vibes
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hi love! im obsessed with your fic absolutely captivated i neverrrr read chaptered fics like ever i don't have the patience but God can i absolutely not put choices down you're so incredibly talented and im seriously blown away.
anywayy i don't know if you've already gotten this from someone else but the song Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths just screamsss your jegulus and i haaaad to let ya know?
oh also also i wanted to say i love that choices is can complaint like yes im in pain but you handle it all soo damn well ugh. the prank mary's attack. like you handle it a with so much care and understanding and realism. like i just trust your version of the maruaders sm tbh *chefs kiss*
Hello lovely!
I am honestly constantly surprised that people have been willing to stick with me through all 48 chapters, like this fic is so long, but I'm so grateful y'all are still interested because it's really let me explore so many storylines and character arcs that I've always wanted to.
I don't think anyone has suggested Achilles Come Down in relation to this fic, but it is definitely already a favourite song of mine and I 100% think of this fic every time I hear it!
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TSoA anon here again — I’m gonna give you even more angst 🤧 Baku fits as Achilles so much also because Achilles was the only one who saw Patro for who he really is. Baku sees Deku for who he really is even through his “I’m fine” act. Tbh they can work as Baku = Patro and Deku = Achilles too, but I personally think they’re perfect as Baku explosive fame-obsessed prodigy and Deku bff and secret quirkless boyfriend trying to get him to see that there’s more to life than just fame and battle 👆🏼
[prev ask]
HSNWKSJKAKS I LOVE THIS AU SM OH MY GODDD
i love love bkdk x tsoa so much; no matter who is who, shit always ends up good.
because of my convo with peach i was deep into achilles//midoriya parallels but at the same time, bakugou just perfectly parallels achilles too dhsildks
patroclus being slighted in his childhood because he is *normal (hated by his father, disrespected by the servants despite being a prince, being bullied by nobility) and midoriya being bullied because of his quirklessness.
*normal = as a prince, patroclus was expected to be physically fit and strong, but he is physically unfit and his legs are too weak for running (they hold olympic games). midoriya’s quirkless status being the anomaly; his quirklessness being equated to weakness.
achilles who didn’t even have a mentor at that age but could already wield two swords at the same time, feet so fast it’s like running with the wind. bakugou who adapted to his quirk as easy as breathing, contorting his body to the best way it could to produce more explosions.
achilles who was raised with the knowledge that he’s the best of the best; bakugou who was surrounded by yes-men because they know he’d be the strongest hero.
patroclus who was ignored by his adoptive brothers; midoriya being shunned by his classmates.
SO MUCH PARALLELS AAAHHHHHH
AND THEN WHEN THEY FELL IN LOVE???
achilles seeing the different strengths of patroclus—drawn to his honesty and kindness and the anger that hides underneath a subservient front; bakugou seeing the truth of midoriya’s strength—that it’s not just physical but also emotional and mental, that his determination runs course because of his anger.
AND YOU KNOW WHEN HE WAS SKYROS, ACHILLES WAS ABLE TO HIDE THAT LONG BECAUSE HE HAS A FEMININE FIGURE AND THEY DISGUISED HIM AS PYRRHA?
RIGHT OK WELL LOOK AT BAKUGOU’S PETITE FRAME ASHSJSJ
actually, bakugou doesn’t really look feminine but it’s just so captivating to see how both him and achilles look so lithe when, in fact, they’re the strongest of their eras. it’s just so nice to see how they wield their beauty like a sword; how their very faces can be weapons. i just love it lots.
AND
this patroclus quote:
and these panels:
are just so beautiful.
patroclus was saying how even if he is in madness, he’ll remember achilles. that even if the gods failed him and led him to his corruption, he’d know his beloved. and then the panel of midoriya who was lost in his madness (to quote bakugou from ch319, “that damn nerd is insane. he doesn’t take himself into account. he always just insists he’s fine.”) getting back the sparkle in his eyes because he recognizes the AP shot that saved him and sees who it was that came for him.
patroclus especially talking about achilles’s eyes and the way his face is “drawn by the flickering shadows.” and then we see bakugou from midoriya’s point of view: raindrops frozen, eyes the clearest we’ve seen, face shadowed by his hair, and utterly beautiful.
patroclus 🤝 midoriya, so in love with their mans.
sorry for the late response again dhansnsn thank u sm for this beautiful prompt! also i feel like im talking in jargon again so do forgive me. i just spat out another round of rambling and brainworming so aaaahhh
#anon#ask#thank u for this ask anon!!!#i love these four sm i cant even describe#theyre all my sons#literally a pair of childhood sweethearts that went through sm#literally the world is against them but they make it work#bnha#midoriya izuku#bakugou katsuki#bakudeku#bkdk#dekubaku#dkbk#long post
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@corrchoigilt said.º
1, 11, and 30!
1. is there a muse that you wish gets more attention?
Funnily enough this always happens with the muses whose concept I like the most, but yeah, Juanjo, Cao, BB and Deirdre in that particular order, but especially Juanjo and Cao. I kiss a million times whoever asks about them, they’re my beloveds.
11. is there another muse you’ve been thinking of adding or writing for? who?
Sometimes I’m very tempted to add them, but considering that I already got a good amount of muses that I rarely use... let’s say I have these guys saved on a file in case I ever wanna yeet some of the muses I currently have and change them for one of these:
Patroclus. Lancer-class. LOOK, Patroclus doesn’t get enough credit for all the shit he did in the Illiad, like I cannot stress enough how freaking cool this dude was, a loyal friend and strong warrior that was well-liked and respected among his brothers in arms, but also would laugh at pretty dark things and roast you. I wish there was more of Pat’s inner conflict between his love and loyalty to Achilles and his love and loyalty towards his brothers in arms. I love this guy sm.
Lu Bu, The Flying General. Lancer-class. But the Lu Bu from record of ragnarok specifically. Everything about this guy is badass and I love characters that are badass and seem like nobody can keep up with them / find themselves in a constant state of loneliness because no one really gets them and seems like their inner fire is slowly dying out as they grow bored with life, but then wham! something unexpected occurs and they finally are full of life and feeling like they belong.
Fionn mac Cumhaill. Saber-class. I don’t care much about the fianna cycle, but Fionn is the one exception and boy do I love this king and how he can be a wise and sharp ruler, but also *stabs himself in the face multiple times with a poisoned spear so he doesn’t fall asleep*. I love him. And he really loved his wife Sadhbh, and fate doesn’t deserve him, how am I expected to not go insane over this dumb and polite wife guy?
Conchobar mac Nessa. Saber-class. I hate this guy so fucking much and everything he does is trash, but he also is top 3 most interesting characters in the ulster cycle and in all honesty I would’ve added him long ago if writing him didn’t make me upset because of how terrible he is. Which might sound odd because I can write Conall without issues but then again Conall is like a teething puppy when compared to fucking Conchobar. But he might become a guest muse one day, I don’t know...
30. most importantly, are you having fun playing each one of your muses?
They all bring me so much joy and serotonin and I’m really thankful at everyone for indulging me and giving me the chance to explore different aspects of my muses in threads.
multimuse questions | accepting!
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seeing everyone talk about hoo rewrite hc’s i would like to join and add a few hehe
- i won’t reiterate what everyone’s been saying bc they’re all correct and right (no frazel, no racist/sexist shit about piper, hazel, reyna) no forced outing of nico, no weird “i’m alpha” shit between jason & percy, and overall better leo’s whole arc etc...
- i would swap annabeth’s godly parent (so pjo rewrite) i think having her being a daughter of nike (a minor goddess) would be far more interesting/is fitting for her! her desire to be first, number 1, always win, and having her pride and need for victory be a part of who she is! and in pjo she would have been in the hermes cabin thus making her relationship w luke stronger, therefore making his betrayal hurt that much worse (also for fun in hoo she’d have a crush on piper and play into the whole cocky yet nervous daughter of nike who only wants to be the number 1 in piper’s heart hehe)
- instead i would want to put a black child of athena i think that them within the story would be so interesting and their intelligence is not only of extreme use, but they can offer strategies and ways to get out of dire situations in the skip of a heartbeat! plus i think they’d be great friends w leo & hazel!
- i would like to add more minor/underworld/primordial god kids! i wanna see children of eros (primordial), thanatos, hecate, nemesis, nike, hebe, hypnos, erebus, nyx etc... i think they’d be SO much cooler than to see just kids of the 12 olympians and to see how some of them interact w the 7 + nico & reyna! (son of eros & thanatos & hecate interacting w nico and hazel - son of eros helping nico, son of hecate helps hazel to control the mist, son of thanatos being friends w nico & hazel and feeling a connection w them? daughter of nemesis battling w her internal of struggle whether she hates percy or not and how she’s seen how it’s affected her brother? son of hebe being best friends with leo and relates to his fun spunk? son & daughter of erebus being the antithesis of jason yet seeing his kindess and respect and how he subverts their ideals of a how a son of jupiter/zeus would act? children of nike meeting frank & reyna and look at how strong & good at combat they are and seeing future sparring partners?
- i am. a narcissus apologist he deserves a better and well rounded character arc - i want to see him full of anger sadness and despair and how demigods feel the guilt of fighting him and forcing him to look into his reflection and see him sob bc it’s too much and he didn’t deserve to be held down for eternity! here’s @hazelmagix’s take on it: here’s one, and another, and it makes me sad
- eros is the protector of homosexual love! it would have been better to see him protect and speak to nico and give him advice - he protects young men! it would have been different to see this side of him rather than the mischievous terrifying one the gods know (as the god are actually frightened by eros) and also! no thanatos in chains!
- if you’ve read tsoa then this is for you but for the curse of achilles scene i wanted tsoa!achilles so bad omfg seeing a young man who is the cautionary tale of bearing the curse and who’s THE most famous and one of the most tragic demigods (and how he’s the opp. spectrum of percy bc he let go of his humanity and therefore losing everything he knew and loved) and having percy recognize that would have been heartwrenching and how achilles not only lost his life & honor but something more important to him aka PATROCLUS!
- for fun i wanna see a “sons of apollo” group that has a fun rivalry w the “hunters of artemis” that has so substance for bettering hoo it’s just something i wanna see JDJDJDJD and also........ let the hunters have lesbians! people have pointed out how it’s ridiculous to kick them out and also that they’re all so young so artemis has to make sure that they wanna join which would change the concept fundamentally! i think hunter thalia meeting praetor amazon reyna would have been insanely cool and them being gf’s!
- i love valgrace! i’d love to have seen it! peak friends to lovers trope but first and foremost leo learns how to find self love and be secure in himself and his friends help him! so does the son of eros & son of hebe & hazel & piper! and i wanted to see certain friendships within the two camps like percy & leo, jason & annabeth, piper & will, hazel & charlie, piper & silena, the stoll brothers and dakota, frank & clarisse etc...
- not me realizing that i didn’t add iconic takes from @bunkernine & @hazelslevesquee! caitlyn the foremost icon of the TLH trio her takes are over here! and pearl already has ideas about hazel :’)
- i wanted octavian to be an absolute BASTARD, complete antagonist, just despicable! one of my fav scenes of his was when he told percy that he hoped the roman brand hurt which is entirely fucked up and dark and i love a villainous character! he was a little bitch in hoo when he deserved to be a bad bitch! a legacy of apollo who has the worst qualities of apollo himself and who the “sons of apollo” consider an absolute travesty to the name of their patron!
- the gaea fight bro......... what was that??? we needed TENSION, I WANTED ACTION, SHE’S A PRIMORDIAL GODDESS AND IS SUPER POWERFUL! we should have that battle be even more dangerous and tension filled than the battle of kronos and were ROBBED! we should have seen aphrodite’s war side, the extent of damage the big three kids could do, minor god kids weren’t considered to be all that strong but are LETHAL in battle! i wanted sm more from this battle it was WEAK in the books smh we deserved better! and there’s probably way more i’d change but my brain is no thots head empty rn but that’s all i have for now hehe
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tagged by @woundthatswallows thank you sm these r so cute!
favorite color: pastel/dusty pink
currently reading: definitely have a bad habit of starting like a million books and not finishing them. my main ones that i bring with me to the park on rotation rn are life in relation to death by chagdud tulku rinpoche, the song of achilles, and all about love by bell hooks
last movie: started watching urban legend the other day when i was sick in bed but didnt finish it. last one i watched to completion was marrowbone
last series: honestly.........um... doing a riverdale rewatch and an spn rewatch with two separate friends so probably those two rip
sweet, spicy, or savory: savory
craving: probably a baguette with cashew camembert...ive been looking at too many picnic ideas on pinterest
tea or coffee: teaaaa! love coffee but i cant drink it cause it makes me so anxious. i drink sm green tea
currently working on: a bunch of different art projects that im ignoring in favour of making little fanarts on my tablet
tag 9 people to get to know a bit better: (i always feel so self conscious tagging ppl, so no pressure to do this if you dont want to or have already been tagged <3)
@txtmequick @rebelgirlmp3 @strangemangos @babybirches @blackfem @redacted-cryptid @harrysballgown @small-town-nerd @lookingforarockstartokill
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hi my love i’m sorry your day is shit and ur not doing well:( here if u want to talk at all? also, here are some random questions for a distraction💘 tell me about your favourite place in the world, how do u take your coffee, what’s your favourite item of clothing or jewellery that you own and. what is your favourite book bc idk if i’ve ever. actually asked u that<3💐
anyway i love you so much i am. sending u love and cake and oranges and i really hope that it gets better🌷🍊
chloe i adore u to the ends of the earth i’m going to cry.
my fav place in the world is derby but i have a feeling brighton will take that position when i finally go there. i take my coffee w a bit of artificial sweetener (ik, yuck, but sugar does weird things to me) and some cream <33 my fav article of clothing is probably hmm. oh! my flare jeans. the leather blazer i don’t yet have but will one day track down is already my second fav. and hmm hm my fav book… god, maybe pride & prejudice? just bc it’s such a classic like. I go back to it so often. it’s comfort food. but also i really love the song of achilles and the martian (three wildly different genres there—my go to for books is contemporary fiction lately tho, and i’m trying to read through the Beats so i actually know what I’m talking about when i have jess open his mouth to rant about them). anyway i am wrapping a little star ⭐️ in newspaper and sending it to you <3333 i love you sm
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“We were lovers
and murderers,
innocents and soldiers.
And without us,
Alexander would have been only a man.
Instead he was a god.”
Location: Temple of Apollo, Elysium
With: @kairosxevander, Achilles, Alexander of Macedon, and @atlasxrose
Trigger Warnings: none
Notes: This is like a little over 2k words, it’s nothing like Shane’s, pls read with the bar very low, thank u.
“If you wish to become good and upright, throw aside the rag you have on your head and come to me. But you certainly cannot, for you are held fast by the thighs of Hephaestion.”
Diogenes was always Alexander’s favorite. He could remember how the man insulted Alexander to his face, claiming that the only thing he had wanted was for Alexander to “stand a little out of my sun.” Alexander had laughed, the melodic sound that it was, and easily claimed that if he were not Alexander, then he would rather be Diogenes. And then the man had stated that Alexander was only held by Hephaestion’s thighs, and Hephaestion had never let the ruler live it down.
Hephaestion felt like that moment had been lost to many – but it stuck in his mind as he made his way up towards the old temple of Apollo. As did the memories about how he and Alexander had truly been. As historians fought over what they did, what they said – who they were to one another. None of them had ever bothered Hephaestion. In fact, he hardly paid attention to it throughout the centuries. He’d instead ensured that no one would find his tomb, and no one would find Alexander’s. For if they did, it would be empty.
It was the temple that offered him a reprieve, something that Xander didn’t know he’d find there. There was nothing but the breeze that filled the air. No voices, no birds – just the wind. The vampire allowed his eyes to close, blocking out most of his other senses. He could finally hear the waves crashing against the rocks along the bay, and with it – the feeling of being watched. It took less than a moment for Xander to turn around, gaze fixed on the man that had managed to catch him by surprise.
“I didn’t mean to scare you.”
The stranger’s tone was kind, and Xander could only keep his distance out of the wariness he was feeling. Was this a hallucination? The Mati that plagued many in the town below had seemingly caught up to him, now. “Who are you?”
“I am…you. Kind of? I don’t know; you and Alexander always said you were like me and Achilles. So I think that makes us a little similar.” Blue eyes shined with mirth, and it didn’t take much for the vampire to recognize what his words meant.
“You are Patroclus.” Philtatos, most beloved. A name given to the man before him, in the flesh. The one who could grant him mortality, return his soul to himself – and out of Persephone’s grasp. All at once, Xander could hear Alexander’s voice in his head. Even the setting changed, with the dirt and the city of Susa behind him, as ugly as it had been. Alexander was there, hands firmly placed against his naked shoulders, ”I’ll have to train more to beat you in a fair race, fleet-footed Patroclus that you are.”
Hephaestion had returned the jest, “If you think it would help. But did swift-footed Achilles ever beat Patroclus?”
Patroclus seemingly had made his way closer, sitting on one of the broken pillars not far from Xander. When the vampire was finally done with his own memories, he focused on Patroclus yet again. Broad shouldered, shorter than he – but there was a calmness about him. One that spoke of a tragedy that he’d witnessed, and the victories that he’d seen.
“I know what you can do.” The words weren’t a threat, more like a fact that Xander was hoping to be confirmed. The fight with Atlas was ever present in the back of his mind. It had been his mistake to think that a mere mortal of less than three decades would know what it was like to love for eternity.
“You do not give him the credit you should.” Patroclus had ignored his comment, instead, gazing at Hephaestion like he could see right through him. “The fury is young. But you love him despite your anger, and he, you. Not many get another love like this in their life.”
Xander could feel himself getting defensive. After all, what was he to a fury? Another creature that deserved the Underworld. The horrors that he’d unleashed upon those that had wronged him, upon those that had wronged Alexander – the centuries following simply an easy way to pass the time. Kingdoms had fallen because of him. “Atlas has his own life to live, and that’s seemingly all he cares for. Maybe it was selfish of me to wish for a second life with him.”
The rift looked thoughtful, but the small smile that had been present a few minutes earlier returned once more. “Two souls abiding one body. That’s what Aristotle defined as friendship, right?” Patroclus ran his finger over the spine of the book he held; a weathered old version of the Song of Ilium. It was similar to the one that Alexander had insisted he carry around – the one he’d slept with beneath his damn pillow. “Does he share yours? You, his?”
It wasn’t a question that Xander expected, and for once, he couldn’t find the willpower to play into this word game that Patroclus was intent on playing. Perhaps Rae’s…? Again, Xander had to compose himself before he acted like a fool. “I don’t love with half my being.”
“No one said you did. But, anyway, that’s not why I’m here. You know what I can do, and I’m here to offer it to you. Or….I could heal your soul and send it straight to Elysium. There would be no mortal life you would have to live. I know what it’s like to be waiting on the other side. To wonder if you’ll ever see them again.” Patroclus stood up once more, and he stopped a few paces from Hephaestion.
The vampire had lived hundreds of lifetimes, watched the old world fall, and a new one rise in its place. Truth be told – there was no place for him among the present. He, like the others who were over two thousand years within the city, would only belong to the gods and their afterlife.
The offer was there, and it was within Hephaestion’s grasp. To leave the world behind, to be transported to a place that he had only dreamed of before – a place that he wasn’t sure existed up until he met Hyacinth. The beloved of Apollo. Perhaps that was the true retribution; to be told of what would happen. After all, Alexander had manhandled Apollo’s pythia once before, perhaps Hyacinth’s message had simply been revenge.
“Why would you do that for me?” Xander had done little to warrant such kindness from the rift, and yet there was no catch. Patroclus wasn’t making him do something for any of this. Truly, the poets were right about his heart.
“Perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.” And when Patroclus had been reunited with Achilles in the darkened veil between worlds, their hands had met, and light had spilled in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun. Patroclus had become complete – he knew the feeling of being barred from crossing the one line that he had deserved.
The silence between them was deafening. But before Xander could make any sort of decision, wrap his mind around what this would mean for him, Patroclus was placing his hand against his chest. “I can help you make your decision.”
The rift and his features faded, as did the temple of Apollo. Instead, he found himself in front of a palace. Different creatures were sculpted in silver and white marble along the doorways. Scenes of Perseus and Medusa, of Athena and Poseidon, of Zeus himself – carved out of pure gold that rivaled what the Parthenon had looked like in all of its glory. Persian, and even Egyptian statues littered the courtyard. Water flowed between the cracks of the stones beneath his feet, designed perfectly, like it moved with the structure, not against it. Even the giant gold Athena could not rival this place’s allure, as the sky stretched as far as the eye could see, and field’s that blossomed with flowers between each large cliffside that held hovel upon hovel, temple upon temple, seemed to move with the land. There showed no signs of strife, no signs of death – just a perfection that mortals could not understand without knowing what the rest of the world was like.
Persephone’s domain. Patroclus’ voice was within his ear, but the rift was still nowhere to be seen.
Elysium. Why here? Xander knew, already, that his soul was his own once again. If Persephone owned it, it would’ve been impossible for Patroclus to push him through the veil like he had. But even now, standing upon dusty ground, Xander felt himself breathe. But this was not just Patroclus’ doing, no. The rift was barred to the other side of the veil – it was another’s doing. This was a projection, his soul into another place while his body remained on earth. But a voice had Hephaestion’s oh so human heart skip a beat, and it drew all of his attention away from his thoughts.
“I shall erect a statue of a mighty lion here in Ecbatana in your memory. And you will be celebrated in Babylon with its great kings, for you deserve no less and yet so much more.”
For a man whose light burned out far too soon, his presence had yet to change. To Hephaestion, the voice was enough to bring light back into his darkest moments, and for his soul to feel complete once more. Alexander of Macedon had been larger than life to many, and all the energy in any room was pulled in his direction whenever he entered. But to Hephaestion, he had been eromenos: beloved.
“Those were the words I said to you after you died. And yet I thought that when I got here, you’d be waiting for me. Instead, you had the audacity to make the King of Kings wait. Who do you think you are?”
Perhaps it was too human to feel his heart hammering against his ribcage, as over twenty four hundred years had yet to stop the same feeling of love that was all consuming. “I am Hephaestion. And you’re a pompous king who named a city after his ox-head of a horse.”
Alexander’s smile was bright, his mismatched eyes never leaving the features of Hephaestion’s face. “Don’t you think you have made me wait long enough?”
The distance between them was closed within moments, their embrace like water cooling a blazing sword while being forged. After all, Alexander had burned with the heat of the sun, bringing heat but also the possibility of scalding all that he touched. Hephaestion had tempered him, and all was right within their corner of Elysium. “Hyacinth – he told me you…” Even as they broke apart briefly, Hephaestion’s hand curled around the back of Alexander’s neck to keep him close. It was the movement behind Alexander that caught his eyes. Another man stood, a regal glow about him that was so god-like, it was difficult to stare at for longer than a few moments. The armor he wore was forged by the gods themselves, and it left little to the imagination as to whom this could be.
“I always said I was a descendant of Achilles. But you used to say that not even Achilles could create an ass from a mule.” Alexander’s tone was light, like his purpose had been all but filled. “He came for me. Said it was bad enough that I tried to fight not one god, but all of them. Clearly he didn’t know how stubborn one man could be.”
Achilles mumbled something about how Patroclus owed him – most likely for using his demi-god powers to keep the veil open long enough for their souls to unite. Hephaestion could only imagine how much Alexander had talked – no, fangirled. Achilles certainly wouldn’t be visiting the other any time soon.
“I’m sorry. I never meant to keep you waiting,” Hephaestion wasn’t even sure it was his own voice he was hearing, the emotion in it almost foreign. As their foreheads touched, it was Patroclus’ voice that interrupted him in his head.
We don’t have much time. Persephone is always vigilant. Make your decision, Hephaestion.
Hephaestion shut his eyes, opening them only as he felt the press of lips against his own. There was a life to be had, here, with Alexander – and yet...as Hephaestion broke the kiss, he could already feel the heartache at leaving behind the one other person who had ever held his heart so easily in his hands. “Alexander...I can’t stay.”
“I have seen you, with him.” Alexander’s tone held only the slightest hint of jealousy, but there was more to it than that. There was gratitude, and even hope, as he placed his hands on Hephaestion’s cheeks. “The joy I see in your eyes – it is what you deserve. I will always wait for you, Hephaestion. And one day, when I get to meet this fury who dares hold your heart as much as I do, I am sure I will feel the same about him.”
Hephaestion had expected more of a fight than he’d been given. After all, it wasn’t often that someone chose another over Alexander the Great. But despite their altercations, and despite the disappointment that had rendered Xander sick with anxiety, he had never loved with half of his being. He’d chosen Atlas once before, and he would do so again.
“Until then, eromenos.”
With a gasp, Xander felt himself fall against the floor of the ruined temple. The air that he sucked in between his lips made his lungs ache. They hadn’t been used in twenty four hundred years, after all. The cough that rattled his body was also unexpected, and for a moment, he was certain he was going to die simply because he couldn’t remember how to breathe.
Patroclus’ palm was on his back, however, and he could see how drained the rift looked. Blue eyes met blue, and there was a silent understanding. In fact, Xander was almost certain that Patroclus was smirking; damn these rifts. He would bet that Patroclus always knew what he would choose.
“You have a great love waiting for you, Hephaestion.” Patroclus helped the human to his feet, brushing off the dust from his jacket, “Now go and forgive him, and forgive yourself.”
It was those words that Xander would hold on to. As Atlas had said, anger was ever present – within them both – but it was love that would unite them.
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