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dragongirl028 · 11 months

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Take To the Skies

Holy shit! My first fanfic on Tumblr!? And it’s Onyx Equinox related!? You bet it is, and YOU BET IT IS!!! (Heh, heh ... bet? Get it!?)

Word count: 1521 (😨)

“I love you, Izel. It’s okay. Be br—”

Before she could finish her words of reassurance, a warm feeling instantly emanated from her throat and quickly flowed down her chest as a profuse stream of blood ran down from where the obsidian knife slashed across her neck. No pain, no haunting gurgling; just darkness and an almost complete silence, were it not for the light breeze blowing west and the steady drops of blood pooling between her feet. Seconds ago, she was standing; as the supportive hand of the priest drew away, Nelli’s body fell backwards, and her descent down the cenote began. Her headdress, with its elegant streams of quetzal feathers dancing wildly as she fell, soon came off of her head entirely just before her body made contact with the groundwater in a loud splash echoing throughout the sinkhole. From a fast-paced descent to a slow, cradling slump, Nelli’s body unhurriedly lowers towards the large, glowing gate to the Underworld hidden deep within the cenote’s waters.

A bright flash of white shines as Nelli’s body crosses the gate. Seconds later, she finds herself seemingly alive, standing on the edge of a dense jungle. Ahead of her is a small, yet foreboding range of limestone mountains, the sun’s rays shining behind them just as they were as the star ascended in the mere final minutes Nelli had in Uxmal. The ground ahead of her is reminiscent of xeric shrubland, occasionally dotted with palo verde trees colored with their typical yellow-orange flowers. She looks down upon herself—the elaborate sacrificial attire no longer drenched in her own blood; her feet, hands, collarbone, and parts of her face still painted in bright Mayan blue; her headdress firmly in place atop her head.

“What is going—”

A gust of wind blows behind her. Nelli braces herself momentarily, closing her eyes before they snap open at the sound of a loud roar coming from above. She can only stand in awe as her eyes widen upon seeing an enormous teal and red serpentine-like creature weave though the sky, its flowing scarlet mane of fur-like feathers trailing along its back as the creature flies to the peak of the tallest mountain centered among the range. One thing comes after another, and a large flock of macaws emerge from the jungle and fly above Nelli, calling as they too, fly towards the mountain range, some scattering to different peaks, while others make a beeline towards the centermost peak. The wind settles slightly, and after a momentary pause to collect what she just witnessed, Nelli finds herself staring at the most prominent peak of the mountain range, entranced. Wordlessly, she finds herself walking towards the peak, almost as if something is drawing her in. As she moves, an occasional rattlesnake either retreats into its burrow, or silently gazes as she walks by. Passing by a tree every once in a while, butterflies flit around the flowers, some coming close to her face, to which she smiles warmly. Eventually, she finds herself at the base of the mountain, and a smooth, almost frequently treaded path weaves its way up the peak. Wordlessly, she begins her ascent. Nelli takes her time climbing, and despite the growing elevation, she doesn’t find herself needing to catch her breath or take a momentary pause.

Many hours pass, but eventually, Nelli reaches the summit. She gazes at the horizon from which her journey began, the jungle’s green expanse contrasting with the somewhat drab shrubland sandwiched between it and the mountain range.

“Well … I’m glad to see you’ve finally arrived.”

At this, Nelli turns around and widens her eyes. Sitting upon a marble throne—painted in a range of red and green paints, armrests stylized as feathered serpent heads, and a top adorned in intricately carved marble quetzal feathers—is Quetzalcoatl. Appearing in his King Form, he resembles a youth with white hair and yellow eyes, wearing an ornate headdress and red beak mask. Yellow face paint runs vertically down his face surrounding his eyes, a bisected conch shell hangs against his chest, and his shoulders are covered by a green serpent, whose body trails down the god’s back into a train of dark green feathers. Resting on his left hand is a macaw casually preening itself, which the god lightly moves to one of the trees bordering his throne, raising his hand high enough for the tropical bird to reach.

“I must say, you look elegant. Then again, a noble and willing sacrifice such as yourself deserves especially ornate attire.”

“Quetzalcoatl!” Nelli exclaims before quickly but respectfully bowing on her knees. The god chuckles slightly.

“Now, now … no need to be so formal. You can stand.”

Nelli hesitates for a moment before slowly rising back to her feet.

“You chose me?” Nelli inquires.

“Are you surprised? Why, I figured your attire would give you as much of a hint. Your willingness to sacrifice yourself in place of your brother was an incredibly noble act. Not just any god could take such a willing sacrifice.”

“But you’re opposed to human sacrifice. Why would you want me?”

At this, Quetzalcoatl pauses momentarily, staring intently at Nelli.

“… Because I need your assistance to help me save humanity.”

Nelli’s eyes widen slightly and her mouth drops open a bit.

“… What?”

“I’m sure you heard about what happened at Dani Baán.”

Quetzalcoatl pauses for a moment and chuckles slightly.

“Well, of course you did. Otherwise, why would you have been sacrificed, besides taking the place of your brother? Anyway, Mictlantechutli shamelessly began a holy war by abducting Dani Baán due to the ongoing blood drought; though, I know this isn’t the only reason for the destruction of the city. In due time, I shall tell you what I know.”

Nelli furrows her brow slightly, but continues listening intently.

“Tezcatlipoca believes the constant wars and infighting taking place among humanity have spilled wasted blood which could otherwise feed us gods. He intends on starting the world anew at the equinox. I believe your kind is worth preserving. So, I have chosen your brother to close the five gates of the Underworld.”

“Izel? But he’s never fought anyone, let alone traveled great distances without me. How is he even supposed to find the gates to the Underworld!? And even if he does find them, can he even do this—close five gates and save humanity—on his own!?”

“Oh, he’ll have help, I assure you. Nobody can do this alone, not even a god. I have bigger plans for him besides closing the gates, which I will also divulge to you in due time. However, I can’t keep watching over my champion, lest I catch Tezcatlipoca’s attention. This is where you come in: I need you to follow Izel on his journey and report back to me whenever you can. You can … nudge him along a few times as needed; otherwise, you must maintain a fair distance from him, and don’t intervene or interfere in any way. Or else, Tezcatlipoca will take notice.”

Nelli looks down at the ground in front of her before speaking.

“Izel has always been rather fearful. I don’t doubt that—even with help—he’s going to be afraid and unsure of himself. But if you truly think he’s the one who will save humanity … and from what I’ve seen when I’ve encouraged him to persevere … I think this journey will mature him. Whether or not he succeeds, he’ll be remembered by the gods, and perhaps our descendants, through legend.”

At this, Nelli looks up at Quetzalcoatl with a stern, yet determined expression on her face.

“I’ll help you, Quetzalcoatl.”

Underneath his mask, Quetzalcoatl smiles.

“But … how am I supposed to follow Izel and report back to you?”

“I expect you … to fly.”

At this, Quetzalcoatl rises from his throne and a gust of wind blows from behind him to the west. Various dark green feathers from the long train behind him fly towards Nelli before spinning around, enveloping her completely. Small rays of cyan light penetrate through the spinning mass of feathers, which distorts into a large ball floating towards Quetzalcoatl, who now has his right arm outstretched. Finally, the mass of feathers disappears and the wind dies down, revealing a medium-sized heron with white feathers, black legs, and cyan eyes, perched on Quetzalcoatl’s arm.

“Not only will you be able to fly, but you’ll be able to travel great distances instantaneously with my power in order to reach me. You should be proud, Nelli.” Quetzalcoatl praises while looking ahead to the now setting sun.

“Not only will you watch history be made, but you will see your humble brother ascend to eminence in more ways than one. Now, go, follow him, take to the skies.”

At this, Nelli flaps her wings once and rises before taking off in the direction of the sun. Quetzalcoatl lowers his arm and simply watches in silence as his emissary flies further west before disappearing in a flash of light—her duty having just begun.

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wolfantlersinspace · 4 years

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he whistles and he runs

Hello, here's my first Kink/Goretober fic. Hope you enjoy it!

Prompts: Ritual, come-marking

Beta'ed by Raven and my boyfriend. Thanks for the advice, both of you (and my enablers).

And thanks to my enablers: J, Reign, Starry, and Elli~ (I hope you four especially enjoy this).

Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | NC-17 | 4549 words

“Tom,” he murmured, ducking under a branch and nearly touching the top of Tom's diary with his lips, “I really don’t like this.”

“Tom, are you sure this is where I’m supposed to go?” Harry whispered, clinging tightly to a small, black book. It didn’t respond. He shouldn’t expect it to; Tom only answered when Harry wrote to him, despite how much Harry would love to talk to him face to face. The instructions had told Harry to walk along a narrow path deep in the forest, and so that’s where he would go.

Gnarled, knobbly trees grew far into the sky, their trunks covered in moss and lichens. Their exposed roots hid underneath agitated serpent vines, and thorny brambles clung to his robe like grasping fingers.

This deep in the forbidden forest was nothing good and everything dangerous. Not a single ray of light shone through the dense, leafy roof, and a swirling fog oozed out of graveyard lace flowers. The trees were so dense it was hard to see anything at all.

“Tom,” he murmured, ducking under a branch and nearly touching the top of Tom's diary with his lips, “I really don’t like this.”

The only sound was his footsteps, the crackling of leaves and cracking of sticks (and those strange hisses he couldn’t quite understand). He shivered then. What if Tom was wrong? Harry could get killed—

Tom wouldn’t intentionally put him in danger, Harry was certain. Tom cared about him, he’d told Harry so in the faded red firelight in the Gryffindor common room, long after everyone else had gone to sleep. Tom had teased him about spilling his inkwell across the diary in embarrassment for days.

The fog was so thick he couldn’t see the ground at his feet any longer. He gulped. They’d done an assignment on graveyard lace flowers last year. Harry didn’t remember much, except they grew where magical corpses lay, buried and decomposing. The small white flowers were dotted throughout the hazy grey that spewed from their centres.

A bird cawed, cutting through the silence like a knife. He froze, clutching the diary to his chest, heart pounding. His wide eyes darted around the area, flitting from tree branch to tree branch, but it was nowhere to be seen. Harry closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. It was fine. Everything was fine. He carefully opened his eyes again.

A scream caught in his throat, black feathers filling his vision. He ducked, but not before the bird (a crow? A raven?) clawed at his face, missing his skin by mere millimetres. He stumbled and fell hard on his knees, the damp ground squelching beneath his weight. His glasses fell, and when he picked them up again they were streaked in mud. He cleaned them as best as he could on his sleeve, but it just smeared around the lens. He put them into his pocket with shaking hands. If he squinted he could see well enough, anyway.

Tom’s diary had managed to stay in his sweaty palms — a small relief. His heartbeat was as fast as a hummingbird’s wings.

Harry jumped each time sticks broke under his feet, eyes darting around, but there was nothing but eerie, blurry gloom as far as his eyes could see.

It wasn’t long before he stumbled into a clearing, suspiciously absent of the lingering mist. A stone altar stood proudly in the middle, painfully bright sunlight somehow breaking through the leafy roof and illuminating it. There were no grasses or flowers around the base, just compacted dirt and gravel.

It looked dangerous. He should turn back. Maybe he would’ve if Tom wasn’t resting against his chest, enclosed in a book and hoping for freedom.

Maybe he would if he wasn’t so Gryffindor.

He walked forward, placing the diary on the altar, ignoring the stabbing pain of his retinas as he entered the sun. His gut coiled in anticipation — he’d finally get to meet Tom, to see his face, his body. To meet the boy he thought he might do anything for.

(He ignored the doubt, doubt, doubt spreading through his veins like treacle, the sickening bile in the back of his throat like he knew something was about to go wrong any second.)

The moment he placed it right in the middle the altar seemed to glow, tiny, near-invisible runes lighting up all over the surface, like long, swirling vines.

A coiling black cloud swirled out of the book then, a sickening green around the edges. It pulled tighter and tighter and formed the curious shape of a boy, half a head taller than Harry and much more handsome, with dark eyes and hair. He wore a Hogwarts robe, just like Harry, but it looked old fashioned and second hand.

“Tom Riddle?” Harry asked, and Tom nodded, face carefully blank. “I’ve wanted to meet you for so long.” An embarrassed smile stretched his lips, and he ducked his head, rubbing the back of his neck. Tom probably thought he was a loon.

“It’s nice to meet you, Harry.” His footsteps were silent; Harry didn’t know he was standing in front of him until he was right there, grabbing Harry’s hand. He raised it to his mouth, carefully, precisely, and swept his lips across the back of it. Oh. Harry’s heart fluttered. “I need you to do one more thing for me. Incarcerous.”

Thick ropes bound Harry’s wrists behind his back and pulled his ankles together so close he couldn’t keep his balance. He toppled forward into Tom’s waiting arms.

“You made it so easy for me.” Tom waved a wand — Harry’s wand, how? — and levitated Harry over to the altar. Curiously enough though, he didn’t place Harry on it, dropping him on the ground right beside it instead. Another incarcerous and Harry couldn’t pull his calves away from his thighs. “Now, wait.”

“No, no, Tom, you can’t do this,” Harry pleaded, squirming in the tight ropes. Tom’s eyes flashed as they made contact with Harry’s, a snarl on his lips. There was something off about this whole situation, and Harry wasn’t quite sure what it was.

“Don’t tell me what to do. Behave yourself.” Betrayal stung his chest and he looked away, hurt. Everything stood still for a few moments, and then movement sounded behind him, on the other side of the altar. A squawk and a low gurgling made Harry choke, and his stomach lurched violently, but he managed to keep his lunch down.

Harry couldn’t hear anything beyond the subtle rustle of leaves, and a steady drip, drip, drip into a bowl.

He didn’t know what Tom was doing. Was he preparing to kill Harry? He didn’t think he’d be a good ritual sacrifice; he was young, a virgin even. He gulped — that probably made him even more alluring. But maybe that didn’t matter, maybe Tom only needed his magic or his soul.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, hands trembling.

“I hope you’re comfortable.” Tom’s voice floated over the altar and Harry jumped, tensing. At the shink of metal against metal his breath quickened, heart pounding. “I wouldn’t want to be a poor host, after all.”

Despite his fear, his pants tightened as Tom spoke. He clenched his thighs, but that just made his cock twitch against the fabric. Gods, he could hardly breathe.

A clatter, then soft footsteps. He looked up as Tom came into view, fixated on the slight smug smile and triumphant gleam in his eyes.

“Oh dear, it looks like you’ve got a problem.”

Harry flushed, inspecting the bushes behind Tom with feigned interest. “No—” he winced as his voice cracked. “No, there’s no problem.”

“Don’t you want me, Harry?” Tom said, pressing his foot against Harry’s crotch. He flushed violently as he realised how hard he was. “I think you do. I was there,” Tom said, glinting eyes betraying his excitement. Harry, however, ceased his struggling in horror. He was there, every time Harry had touched himself to thoughts of Tom, even though he’d known nothing but his handwriting and the nicer bits of his personality. He felt his embarrassment heat his cheeks and wished he could bury his face in his hands. “I could hear every single thought that ran through your head. You fantasised about me a lot, didn’t you?”

Tom finally stepped away, leaving Harry’s hard cock alone again. He didn’t know if it was a curse or a relief.

Harry watched as Tom crossed his arms behind his back, pacing.

“I was quite lucky I was found by you, of all people.” A wry smile formed on Tom’s face. “Harry Potter. Who else could it be.” Harry had to strain his ears to hear him. “But now,” he started, louder once more, “Now I have you here, scared. Scared of me. I’m almost disappointed, but your fear is absolutely divine. Everything you do makes me stronger, and it feels so good.” Tom tilted his head, angling it towards the sun, and inhaled so deeply Harry could see his ribcage rise. It was a provocative move, a successful move, for Harry’s cock twitched even as his fists clenched.

And he knew Tom knew what he was doing.

“The ritual I want to use to restore my body requires you to be willing.” Harry shot him a furious glare — how could Tom even entertain the notion? — but Tom gave him a dark, secretive look which left his hands limp and shaking. “Of course, if you refuse there’s always the alternative. Slowly, over the course of a few hours, I drain all your magic, life and soul. I didn’t think you’d like that one all that much,” Tom added when he saw the expression on Harry’s face.

“I need you to give yourself over to me, to give your body over to me.” Tom knelt down in front of him, grabbing his chin firmly. Harry couldn’t help but shudder, face warming as those long fingers curled around his jaw, thumb caressing the skin just under Harry’s ear. He could hardly breathe, the air palpable between them.

“Will you kill me,” Harry asked and Tom laughed, warm and low. His face was far too handsome, Harry thought, and then hoped with all his being that Tom didn’t hear him.

“Of course not, I’ve invested far too much into you to do away with you now.” Harry felt himself relax, reassured despite himself.

“Okay then.” Harry looked Tom dead in the eyes and licked his suddenly dry lips. “I’ll do it.”

“I knew you’d come around,” Tom’s eyes gleamed with mirth, and then he was standing up, moving away from Harry’s body. Without his touch, Harry’s skin was cold. “The ritual is simple, I’m sure you’ll understand what to do right away. You’re a smart boy.”

As Tom unbuttoned his pants it suddenly sunk in. A sex ritual? Harry hadn’t done anything like that before, beyond mistletoe kisses with his friends. He wouldn’t know what to do, or where to put his hands, or—

“Don’t panic,” Tom’s voice startled him, jarring in its clarity. “You’ll figure out what to do. I only need your face and mouth.”

Harry opened his eyes (when had he closed them?) and jumped when he realised just how close Tom had gotten. He was trapped, Tom at his front and cold stone at his back. Those blasted ropes still restrained his arms and legs, and he couldn’t squirm away when Tom grabbed him by his hair, tilting his head up.

“Open,” Tom said, and Harry did.

Tom’s cock tasted like parchment and old leather. The alternative to the strange taste was death, however, so he didn’t complain. He wasn’t quite sure what to do. He’d only heard stories of blowjobs from Seamus, who always seemed to know everything about sex. Seamus acted like it was an innate talent everyone seemed to have, but Harry wasn’t too sure. Right now, he wasn’t sure he had the talent for anything at all beyond sitting still and letting Tom do what he wanted to him.

Tom let him gently run his tongue over the smooth skin and learn the weight of it against his tongue. He gave himself time before he closed his lips around it, sucking gently. The hand in his hair gradually loosened as Tom realised Harry was participating out of his own free will until Tom’s fingers were merely carding through the thick pile of curls. It was reassuring, and he felt himself grow more and more comfortable with what he was doing. Slowly but surely he worked his way down, further and further until he could take half into his mouth. Unfortunately, the back of his throat was an impassable object and Tom had to settle for less, though he clearly didn’t want to, Harry could feel the little thrusts of his hips.

Tom started letting out little gasps when Harry twirled his tongue or sucked with the right amount of pressure. He wanted to grab Tom’s cock, to jerk the bit he couldn’t fit into his mouth, but his hands stayed behind his back, wrists still wrapped up.

Apparently, even now, Tom didn’t trust him.

As he gained confidence, he allowed himself more, bobbing his head along Tom’s length, wishing he could feel the slight quiver of Tom’s thighs under his hands while he worked. He was used to the taste by now, couldn’t imagine cock as anything else.

Maybe, despite the deception, he still liked Tom, wanted him with all his being.

The hand in his hair tightened once more, and Tom positively shook as Harry sucked particularly hard, a low moan leaving his lips. Harry was aching in his pants, longing to reach down and touch himself, but he couldn’t, he couldn’t and it turned him on more.

“Harry, oh.” Tom’s eyes were glowing, reddish and bright as he met Harry’s, and then his cock was gone, leaving Harry’s mouth strangely empty. Tom took himself in hand, tugging with more force than Harry did for himself. “I’m gonna—”

The first spurt splattered across Harry’s eyebrows and he closed his eyes reflexively. He thought about saying something, but then realised he had nothing to say. Another spurt landed on his cheek, and then another across his nose and lips. He darted his tongue out and screwed his face up. It tasted like ink.

“Thank you, Harry,” Tom said, a nearly imperceptible wobble in his voice. “Will you run if I untie you?”

He wouldn’t, not like this (not without his wand). He could hardly breathe, his stomach clenching with need. He wanted Tom to touch him, to maybe reciprocate.

“No.”

As his circulation began moving through his hands and feet once more he couldn’t help but tremble, in anticipation, or need, he didn’t know. He didn’t know if he wanted to know. He rubbed his wrists and ankles, pouting at the tingling in his extremities.

“I need you to get on the altar, can you do that for me?” Tom said softly, hand outstretched. Harry grabbed it, face warming at the tremble in his fingers. He let Tom pull him up, and carefully climbed on the altar. It wasn’t very comfortable to lie on — his only respite was that he wouldn’t have to be on it for long.

Here, when he turned his head, he could see what Tom had on the other side. A whole dead rooster, hung by its feet, bled into a bowl. By now its dripping had slowed to the point where it hardly drained at all, and the bowl underneath was filled with ruby red blood. There were other things as well; a bundle of herbs, a shimmering potion, and a small bag. Harry almost didn’t want to know what hid inside it.

“Look up for me,” Tom said, leaning over Harry’s head and blocking some of the glaring sunlight. Tom even looked handsome upside down.

Tom’s fingers moved through the come on his cheek, dragging it into the shape of runes. When Tom scooped some of the come from his nose and pulled his hand away, Harry could see it was dark, inky, unlike his own.

Tom drew a rune on Harry’s forehead, and another one on Harry’s neck, and then stepped away, leaving Harry’s eyes exposed to the brightness of the sunlight. He closed his eyes reflexively.

“You look good like that,” Tom said offhandedly, and Harry blushed, embarrassment burning coiling in his stomach. Strangely enough, he enjoyed being covered in Tom’s come, perhaps not this way in particular, but under different circumstances, he could be easily persuaded into it.

Harry heard Tom place the bowl of chicken blood down on the altar, the ceramic clinking against the smooth stone. He didn’t want to get covered in chicken blood, but he knew Tom needed him to be willing. He readied himself for the feel of blood (would it be warm, or cold?) but the sensation never came. He cracked an eye open, looking over at Tom when he heard the subtle sound of dripping fingers, and he couldn’t help but gasp.

Tom had shed his outer robe, shirt and tie — Harry could see them folded up neatly next to the bag — and Harry realised Tom was the slightest bit transparent. At some point, Tom had acquired a mirror (perhaps magic, or maybe it was in the bag. He wouldn’t put it past Tom to conjure one, however; Tom was a genius after all), and was carefully painting runes on his torso with his free hand. The blood made Tom’s pale skin look paler, and Harry flushed when he realised Tom caught him staring. Tom threw him a little smile and Harry flushed once more, squeezing his legs together. Gods, Tom’s mouth did things to him. The blood didn’t drip, somehow it started drying the moment it touched Tom’s skin. Magic, it had to be. But when Tom moved closer he could see it had sunk into his skin.

Tom really did have the characteristics of a book, even in this humanoid form.

“Now, relax. You don’t have to do a thing.” Harry did so, letting Tom tie something into the strands of his hair. They smelled sweet, their scent powerful enough to break through the overwhelming aroma of ink flooding his nose.

Tom chanted softly as he worked, smooth, rhythmic vocals falling out of his lips. It lulled Harry into a sense of security and safety, even if he couldn’t understand it. He wasn’t sure what language it was, but he thought it may be Gaelic.

He breathed carefully, deeply, as Tom brushed a stray curl off of his forehead and trusted Tom with his body, with his soul.

“You’re doing so well, Harry,” Tom whispered, and Harry’s lips pulled into a slight smile.

A powerful light feeling was rising in his gut, almost overwhelming its capacity and he knew it to be his magic, rising up and preparing to spread out of him to help Tom. There was something else there as well, something darker intertwining with his magic. Tom.

Tom finished his chanting, body tense, and Harry watched him disappear from view, hissing in pain.

Colour, everywhere, lighting up the very air around him, sparked through his fingertips and filled the grove with the most unimaginable lightness. Harry could drift away on the weightlessness of the magic, the easy way it eased inside his bones and ached to carry him away.

He could hardly tell as it faded, vision blurry and breath stuttering in his chest. It was the most magic he’d ever felt in his life, perhaps even more glorious than the magic of Hogwarts herself.

A groan sounded from the ground, and he pushed himself up unsteadily. Gods, he couldn’t even feel his legs, which he swung over the side of the stone and hopped down onto the ground. He didn’t feel the same, not with that intoxicating magic coating him. He stumbled over to Tom, his legs shaky, and collapsed on the ground next to him, uncaring of the dampness seeping through his pants.

“Tom,” Harry giggled. Tom looked like a right mess, but the transparent sheen had disappeared. Blood flaked off his skin, falling into the Earth below. “I can’t see through your head anymore. You’re real now.”

Tom coughed, pushing himself up a little. He seemed very out of sorts. “It worked? I—” He looked at Harry with wide eyes, an untamed grin spreading across his face. He looked the happiest Harry had ever seen someone. “Harry, I could kiss you.”

Harry flushed, and emboldened by the wild magic he said, “Why don’t you?”

Despite Tom’s shakiness, he pulled Harry down, and Harry landed half on top of him, fingers curling into Tom’s hair as their lips pressed together, fuelled by a chaotic fury. As their lips moved against each other, Harry couldn’t help but want more. He opened his mouth for Tom’s tongue, giving in to his dominance with desperate need.

He was still hard — he had been the entire time — and it made itself known when they shifted closer, Harry’s legs falling on either side of Tom’s hips.

“I should take care of you. I think you deserve it,” Tom said, a wicked smile on his face and Harry nodded eagerly. Merlin, Tom was a sight, streaks of dried blood cracked across his face and body, hair mussed and cheeks flushed. His lips were red, and Harry couldn’t help but think about kissing him again until they were purpling, of sucking and biting his lip until he lost control. And oh, didn’t that thought make him tremble. “Your mind, Harry—” Tom said, “—is delightful.”

He’d forgotten Tom had that wonderful trick, legilimency. Harry didn’t even feel Tom slipping into his mind.

He dove forward as Tom’s hands pulled him down and pressed their lips together, scraping Tom’s lip with his teeth and revelling in the soft moan that spilled from his lips. The feel of their bodies pressed together was spectacular, and he shivered at the feel of the long length hardening against his hip. He wondered if Tom felt the same about Harry’s.

Tom’s hands unbuttoned Harry’s shirt without care, tugging in frustration when the buttons refused to come undone and then moved to Harry’s school slacks, which he only pulled Harry’s cock out of. He couldn’t help but look down at himself, at the bead of pre-come sliding down the head. When he looked at Tom, his dark eyes were ravenous.

“Gods, look at you, face covered in my come, so hard for me,” Tom cut himself off as he grabbed Harry’s cock, seemingly relishing in the moan Harry couldn’t hold back. “Wonderful, you’re so responsive to my touch.”

Tom’s free hand trailed over Harry’s stomach, running through the hair there and up to his chest. The brush of Tom’s thumb against his nipple sent sparks down to his cock, which twitched needily in Tom’s grip. When Tom finally started jerking him off it was almost too much, and he curled over, hand on the ground next to Tom’s head. Each movement of Tom’s hands left his body aching for more and crying for release.

“Tom,” he whimpered helplessly, and Tom smiled the genuine smile from before, tightening his grip just a little and fuck—

He’d never felt a better orgasm in his life, his thighs trembling and hands shaking as he wanted to curl further into himself, to protect himself from Tom’s determined hand which milked him through it, squeezing until the very last drips were out. He couldn’t open his eyes for a while, head spinning and body exhausted. He was tempted to fall asleep right here, on top of Tom, without cleaning up anything. He could hardly breathe, his chest only accepting air when he forced it to.

“Merlin,” he breathed, opening his eyes to Tom, Harry’s come streaking his chest and stomach, one spurt even catching his chin. If he hadn’t just come, he’d get hard from this alone.

“Quite.” Despite his curt tone, Tom’s eyes were softened with fondness. At least, Harry hoped they were. “You don’t need to deal with me, I’ve already had enough for today.”

With reluctance in every movement, Harry forced himself to move. His legs were weak, and he helplessly collapsed next to Tom, who got up like he wasn’t sporting an erection as noticeable as a unicorn in a thestral herd. He still had Harry’s wand, though Harry wasn’t sure where he’d kept it. Tom waved it over his body and all the residue on his skin disappeared, and then he did the same to Harry. The spell cooled his skin until he was shivering, but he felt noticeably cleaner.

A couple of vanishing charms and all the evidence of the ritual was gone; the altar in the middle was the only thing remaining, as undisturbed as it had been before they’d come here.

“I can’t come back to the castle with you,” Tom said as Harry buttoned up his shirt. “But I like—I’d like to exchange letters with you.”

Harry flushed, suddenly finding his buttons very interesting. “That would be nice.” He looked up again, meeting Tom’s eyes as he said, “You didn’t have to trick me, you know. I-I’ve liked you for so long, I would’ve done it anyway.”

Tom was the one who flushed this time, a charming pink coating his cheeks. “Yes, well. I didn’t think you’d want to.”

Determination settled in Harry’s gut and he marched forward, refusing to get embarrassed, and he grabbed Tom’s hands in his own, looking up at him. Tom’s hair was back to the perfect state it had been when he’d come out of the diary, much to Harry’s dismay. However, he comforted himself with the knowledge that he’d seen Tom without his stuck up persona.

“How many of our conversations were real?” Harry couldn’t help but ask, pressing himself against Tom’s warmth. Tom looked away, a strange twist to his lips.

“Since December, when you said you’d like to sit with me in the Astronomy Tower and share my birthday with me, all our conversations have been truthful.” Tom paused. “The only lie I told you were the circumstances of the ritual.”

He remembered that night, where he sat alone at the top of the Tower, just him and Tom, trapped in the diary. Tom had told him a lot of things since then, had scrawled out his fears in his perfect handwriting and helped Harry with his own.

“I’m not happy you lied to me,” Harry said seriously but tightened his grip on Tom’s hands when he tried to pull away. “I am happy you’re being truthful now, though. And I’m happy you’re with me, in person I mean.”

Tom let Harry twist their fingers together, a curious expression on his face.

The way back to the castle was far less scary when he could follow Tom, who knew the way back. Tom gave him the diary at the edge of the forest, tucked under the shade of the trees.

“Write in it when you’re lonely, and I’ll always write back.” And with that he spun on his heel, disappearing in a swirl of black, flying away over the treetops.

When Harry got back to his dormitory in Gryffindor Tower, a small note rested on his pillow, a deep red rose on top.

Meet me at the Astronomy Tower at midnight. TR

#tomarry #medium #smut #diary horcrux #dubcon #pre-relationship

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tomasorban · 4 years

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Coatlicue: Aztec Mother Goddess

Coatlicue (pron. Co-at-li-cu-e) or 'Serpent Skirt' was a major deity in the Aztec pantheon and regarded as the earth-mother goddess. Represented as an old woman, she symbolised the antiquity of earth worship and she presents one of the most fearsome figures in Aztec art. Coatlicue was also the patron of childbirth, was associated with warfare, governance and agriculture, and considered the female aspect of the primordial god Ometeotl. The goddess was worshipped in the spring ritual of Tozozontli in the rainy season and in the autumnal hunting festival of Quecholli, when an impersonator of the goddess was sacrificed.

In Aztec mythology Coatlicue was actually a priestess whose job was to maintain the shrine on the top of the legendary sacred mountain Coatepec ('Snake Mountain', also spelt Coatepetl). One day, as she was sweeping, a ball of feathers descended from the heavens and when she tucked it into her belt it miraculously impregnated her. The resulting child was none other than the powerful Aztec god of war Huitzilopochtli. However, Coatlicue's other offspring, her daughter Coyolxauhqui ('Painted with Bells' and perhaps representing the Moon), herself a powerful goddess, and her sons the Centzon Huitznahua ('Four Hundred Huiztnaua', who represented the stars of the southern sky) were outraged at this shameful episode and they stormed Mt. Coatepec with the intention of killing their dishonoured mother. The plot came unstuck, though, when one of the Huiztnaua lost heart and decided to warn the still unborn Huitzilopochtli. Rising to his mother's defence the god sprang from the womb fully-grown and fully-armed as an invincible warrior. In another version the god springs from his mother's severed neck but either way, with his formidable weapon, the xiuhcoatl ('Fire Serpent') which was actually a ray of the sun, the warrior-god swiftly butchered his unruly siblings and chopping up Coyolxauhqui into several large chunks he lobbed the pieces down the mountainside. The myth may also symbolise the daily victory of the Sun (one of Huitzilpochtli's associations) over the Moon and stars.

This battle would be commemorated with the setting up of the Templo Mayor at the Aztec capital of Tenochtitlan. The giant pyramid was covered in snake sculpture and even the shadows cast by its steps were designed to reference Mt. Coatepec. A further link to the myth was the large stone placed at the base of the pyramid which has a relief carving of the dismembered Coyolxauhqui.

In another myth involving the goddess she warned the Mexica of their future demise. The Aztec ruler Motecuhzoma II had sent a party of 60 magicians to visit Coatlicue in the mythical ancestral home of the Mexica, Aztlan, in a quest for supreme knowledge. However, overburdened with gifts, these hapless magicians got bogged down in a sand hill and the goddess revealed that the Aztec cities would fall one by one. Then, and only then, would her son Huitzilopochtli return to her side.

In art Coatlicue is most famously represented in the colossal basalt statue found at Tenochtitlan which now resides in the National Museum of Anthropology in Mexico City. The figure is 3.5 m high, 1.5 m broad and depicts the goddess in her most terrible form with a severed head replaced by two coral snakes, representing flowing blood. She wears a necklace of severed human hands and hearts with a large skull pendant. She also wears her typical skirt of entwined snakes whilst her hands and feet have the large claws which she uses to rip up human corpses before she eats them. This may reference the connection between Coatlicue and the star demons known as the tzitzimime, who the Aztecs believed would devour the human population if the sun should ever fail to rise. At her back her hair hangs down in 13 tresses symbolic of the 13 months and 13 heavens of Aztec religion. Interestingly, the base of the statue is carved with an earth monster, even though it would never be seen. The statue was discovered in 1790 CE but was thought so terrifying that it was immediately reburied.

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Uploader´s note: Coatlicue is also known as Teteoh innan (Classical Nahuatl: tēteoh īnnān). Notice the similarity between names “innan“ and “Inanna“ (Mesopotamia).

#aztec #history #mother goddess #divine feminine #religion #culture

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nikkilancaco · 5 years

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Something Ineffably Great

Hi guys! So if you’ve been following me you’ll know I’ve wholeheartedly jumped onto the Good Omens train. I was so inspired by the book and show that I just had to write a fanfiction. Now this fanfiction doesn’t involve any mature content, so far at least, and its my take on some of the angel and demon lore. It is focus on two characters who work in the Human Affairs departments in their respective sides and how they have been keeping Aziraphale and Crowley's interactions under the radar.

I accept constructive criticism lol

Also please tell me if I’m stereotyping things and or people. I would like to know these things

Something Ineffably Great

Chapter 1:

Roughly thirty minutes before the end of the world, somewhere on the moon :

There was a large, warm, fuzzy, blue blanket laid out on the grey dusty ground. The corners would disobediently float up, but a sharp eyed glare from the being laying on it would immediately rectify the situation.

This being, one of ethereal qualities, was a whole five foot two, had long, luxurious, dark chocolate hair that was braided neatly with gold ribbons and trailed down her back, dark skin, and startling silver eyes. Her wings, mainly white with a splattering of brown and black, were out, slumped on the ground behind her. They were surprisingly well groomed for an ethereal beings. She was wearing a long silver cloak with a white hijab. The hijab was pulled down as she played with the end of her braid.

She was currently focusing on a certain area of the Earth where… Things… were happening. Specifically End of the World things. The Great Plan seemed to be underway and going just swimmingly. She scoffed and pushed her golden circular glasses back up her nose. She didn’t technically need them but she liked them. She was distracted then by someone else joining her on the blanket. They brushed their hand along the fluff once settling,

“Hi Melekasia, I like the glasses” The other being greeted and shook the moon dust off her wings. There were two sets of them and were a midnight blue, almost black, and refracted light into them in a manner the ocean does. If you looked closely, there was a shadow that moved within them, shifting from one form to another. A shark to a manta ray to a whale. It did what it wanted.

This new addition to the landscape brushed a coffee colored hand through her springy black hair to get some more dust off. She had it cut short to her scalp and Melekasia saw that she had a pretty silver ear jackets that resembled flowery vines. She was wearing a flattering and colorful dress that complemented her roundness. Her grey green eyes met the others.

“Lilith! It’s good to see you again,” Melekasia said while adjusting her glasses in appreciation. No one Upstairs had noticed. They don’t notice a lot of things. “How are -er - Things … on your end?” She would have pointedly glanced down but as they were on the moon, they significance of that action would’ve been lost. Gladly Lilith understood.

“Dagon and Beelzebub are gathering the troops and all that. Hastur was screaming about being discorporated by that ‘Damned Snake’. It was surprisingly easy to sneak out to meet you when he came barreling in, then again I’m kinda free to do what I want.” She said dismissively, watching as the shadow moved down her shoulder, shifted from a crab to an eel and proceeded to chase its tail while circling down her arm. Apparently it was bored. Shaking her head, Lilith continued, “The only question I was asked was why I was heading to the moon at such a time. I just told them that I wanted to see what the mayhem looked like from space.” She shrugged, glancing back at Melekasia when she snorted.

“I used the same excuse, believe it or not.” She chuckled. “They said since I work in Surveillance of Human Affairs and have been doing a stellar job of it since the beginning of time, that I deserved a bit of a breather before It begins and I lose my job.” She said sarcastically.

And she has been very good at her job too. So good in fact that she’s been able to cover up the fact that a Principality and his Adversary have been best friends for the better part of four thousand years. Even if those two idiots weren’t ‘friends’, Melekasia wouldn’t have reported it because the Snakes meddling back in The Garden allowed her to meet one of the most delightful people, or people shaped being, she has ever met. Eve wasn’t the first woman, you know.

“They said it like that?” Lilith inquired. She wasn’t really surprised. Based off of what she has heard from her angelic friend and other demons, heaven was stuck up and overly righteous. Not to say that Hell was much different, it just wasn’t that passive aggressive bullshit. It was just straight up aggressive. She tried not to spend too much time there and she didn’t really have to. She had special privileges.

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As the first woman ever, and the first former human to tell God that creating a being specifically for another, just because he was lonely, without a choice was a little odd, if not a bit sexist. It’s not that Adam was a bore, but Lilith didn’t really like him much, and they didn’t get along. God could have just given the animals the ability to talk. Lillith hadn’t really understood this until a certain scaled creature had pointed it out. God, having realized she may have put a bit too much of herself into creating Lilith, gave her a choice of wings, then promptly set her free on the Earth as her own immortal being. Eve was created with more earth making her a little more open to Adam, and other things. They ended up getting along rather well.

Some of the more snobbish angels weren’t very happy at all with this outcome and slightly appalled that God was questioned in such a manner had followed Lillith despite a stern “Leave her be.” from the Almighty. One thing led to another, Lilith was thrown into an ocean, and properly pissed off, had used one of her newfound abilities to turn into a rather terrifying basilosaurus and promptly discorporated two of the four assholes harassing her with a good chomp. The other two noped their way out of there in a flash of lightning.

About a day later, Lilith was just floating there on her back in the nude. All four wings splayed out basking in the sun. The occasional shark or stingray would come and bump against her, looking for attention and she’d absentmindedly pat them. The beating of wings distracted her and she looked at the source of the sound. She recognized the newcomer as the serpent that told her to think for herself.

“Oh! hi, it’s you,” she said happily as he slowly sunk into the water. He wasn’t very serpentine with his human suit on. All long dark, auburn hair, clear skin, and nicely manicured hands. His eyes were though, that’s how she recognized him. He had a bit of a gleeful expression on his face that conflicted with his attempt to look dark, suave and cool, but she paid it no mind.

“That was the most brilliant thing I think I’ve ever seen,” he said while scooping a white feather out of the water as he floated next to her. “Wanted to give you a bit of space to calm down before I showed my face. Didn’t want to risk getting discorporated. I’m sure all those idiots are going to get is a slap on the wrists though, despite going against orders.” he said pensively.

“How’d you know She told everyone Up There to leave me be?” she wondered. She knew he was a demon so it didn’t make sense that he knew.

The Serpent’s mind briefly flashed back to a short, surprisingly civil conversation he had with the Guardian of the Eastern Gate the day before. “It was that kinda prissy chap who would sometimes greet you and Adam from the wall,” He can’t let people know he liked their conversations.

“I see…” She looked at him speculatively. He didn’t really seem like a demon. Yeah he had raven black wings and an absence of a Holy aura that seemed to surround the angel back in Eden, but all he’s done so far is just help people ask questions. He didn’t fit the description of ‘demon’ that God had put into her head along with other general knowledge about the world. He seemed, well, nice. Something was telling her she shouldn’t state this outloud.

The demon flicked the golden blood splotched feather away and glanced at her with slitted yellow eyes, “Listen, I have a bit of a proposition for you. How about you come to Hell? It doesn’t look like the Other side is willing to open their arms for you. But I’m sure the Morningstar would be happy to meet you, questioning God like you did. You can think it over.”

He was sent there to mess about, Lilith understood this, but he has also been quite kind to her and even though she knew Hell wasn’t the best place to be it did seem more welcoming than Heaven at the moment. She really didn’t want to be alone on the Earth for the next few centuries. She also knew that the demon next to her was a bit of an outlier compared with other demons, as granted by her god given powers of insight, and that others down there probably weren’t so understanding. So she mulled it over while watching clouds drift by overhead.

To be honest, Lilith didn’t want to put up with any more self righteous idiots from Heaven. Some of the more cruel things jeered by the four who followed her had involved her not being either a pure angel or evil demon. That she was some little test subject of Gods that had already failed and that she was a disgrace. She didn’t really see anyone in Heaven thinking much differently, other than the Angel of the Eastern Gate. Lilith wasn’t really sure what the demons of Hell would think about her. If she was honest, she agreed that they might see her the same way, but she understood she was neither of Heaven or Hell but somewhere in the middle. She ultimately decided that she was now a ridiculously powerful human. And being human allowed her to choose what she wanted. God did tell her to be free and then smacked a bunch of knowledge into her head with a slightly guilty feeling that lingered.

So she chose, “I’ll go with you,”

The demon had been swirling his fingers in the water watching the small fish flit through them for them past five minutes. His eyes flicked back to hers and with a triumphant smile he held out his hand, noticing that a starfish shaped shadow had moved over her left eye and was spinning, “Alright, let’s go. I’m gonna have to drop you off since I’m supposed to be staying up here, making trouble, but I’ll hand you off to what passes for the help desk down there. They should be decent enough to help you and show you the ropes. Oh, make sure you tell them your name right away.”

Lilith gave his outstretched hand a cursory look, then proceeded to take it into her own and the two disappeared with a blip.

It turns out demons were generally assholes, but they helped her manifest some clothing, gave her a bit of a tour of the first few circles of Hell, and told her she was free to do as she wished. She just had to pick a department. Apparently, having made God feel guilty enough to give her powers and freedom to do as she pleased made her a bit of a celebrity.

After several centuries, Lilith was a pro in the Human Affairs and On Site Punishment department. She found that beating up very terrible and horrible people on Earth was quite liberating. Bad people went to hell to be punished and she was happy to drag them down there.

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“Well naturally they were more snobby about it, I’m just filtering some of that out,” Melekasia responded while twirling her hand in front of her. This earned an amused snort from her friend.

Lillith was about to reply with a little jab at angels when both their heads snapped to stare at the Earth. Or more specifically Tadfield. The clouds were rolling chaotically around the area and a distinct inhuman but powerful scream forced its way through the solar system. Both of them could feel the sadness and frustration that emanated from it. It ended with an air of relief and understanding.

“I think something just changed,” stated Lilith. She had always been quite receptive to the feelings and emotions of the creatures of Earth, probably because of what she is. The Anitchrist wasn’t exempt. She grabbed Melekasia’s hand and pulled her into a hopeful hug. “I felt the chaos in him clear up a bit. It’s still there but he has the steering wheel now. He’s not hurdling into a bottomless pit anymore!”

Melekasia’s silver eyes widened and she vigorously returned the hug while laughing. As an angel she could feel the panic start to fade from the humans across the Earth as fish and blood stopped raining down on them. Well most of the fish did. If she focused on a specific house belonging to a Mr. Tyler in Tadfield, she would see that where it was not raining fish a moment before, there were now salmon and trout now rolling down his roof and crushing many of his favorite flowers.

Melekasia broke the hug with a bit of reluctance, but then miracled up her heavenly tablet. It was synced up with Heaven’s in time surveillance footage of the Earth and she typed in a command for it to focus in on Tadfeild. She had felt the general panic spike up tremendously again and realized why.

She had heard rumors about the Four Horsepeople of the Apocalypse and about what they were planning to do with all the human weapons and such. Seeing it happen in real time and feeling the despair and utter fear increase across the world made her a little sick. Lillith wasn’t looking like she was handling the influx of emotions well either. Her face had paled as she watched Pollution, War, and Famine wrap themselves around the Earth. Humanities fear was choking her and she held tightly to Melekasia’s hand to steady herself.

“I’m the only one Down There who can actually connect and feel their emotions on such a level. Some of the demons thrive on the fear and hatred. It fuels some dark part of them that want this war. If they could only sense this…” Lilith had whispered. Her eyes had started to water and she blinked back the tears furiously. It wasn’t the time to get emotional. She needed to be level headed. She summoned her phone and made a call. It went straight to voicemail. She would have tried again but he always picks up the first time and when she asked Melekasia to search Soho for a very specific bookshop, they found it to be on fire. Now she understood why he had told her not to get involved in this mess after texting her that he was on fire.

“Shit…” Well that was one way to put it. Melekasia cleared her throat nervously and checked her notifications. She had two. One stated that the angel Aziraphale had accidentally discorporated himself, flitted around the Earth body hopping back to London, and was currently cohabiting a human woman's body heading toward the Tadfield airbase. The other was that a rather strong demonic aura was barreling toward the base. “I didn’t know Angels could do that,” she stated.

“Well we found one, but where is his boyfriend?” Lilith worried. His text earlier didn’t help. She hoped he was okay. Even after all this time, Crowley was her only friend down there. They’d meet up for gourmet food and drinks occasionally and he’d drunkenly complain about the angel and the fourteenth century.

Her answer was given shortly when Melekasia pulled up a map in the corner of the tablet and a large red dot of power appeared, racing to the airbase. A notification on her phone told her the same thing. She read aloud,

“‘The demon Crowley has been using a large amount of his demonic power to keep together and drive a flaming car for the last 20 min.’ Oh not the Bently, he loves that car. He must have driven through the M25.” That must have been what Hastur had been complaining about.

“I really don’t think that’s the most important thing right now,” mentioned Melekasia as she brought up the video feed of said burning car. “Okay, Yeah. He’s pretty cool.” she admitted.

“Told ya!” Lillith said proudly. Her friend deserved more recognition than he got in Hell. They watched as the car screeched to a halt at the Airbase and as its driver sashayed out. It was an aerial view and they could see a group of four kids pedaling furiously closer to the base. They were followed by a rather adorable dog.

At the gate, a soldier promptly disappeared after four children zipped by with their dog and a well loved car blew up. When the children faced down the monsters of man, the two onlookers held their nonexistent breath. They watched as War, Famine, and Pollution were defeated with open mouth shock. They could both feel the moment when millions of humans around the world burst with triumph as they made computers stop planning nuclear annihilation. Melekasia zoomed out extremely fast when both Gabriel and Beelzebub appeared for fear that those two might sense their watching eyes.

“I think things might actually work out well, for everyone,” Melekasia looked hopefully at Lillith and gave her hand a squeeze. Lillith smile held the utmost adoration, kissed her and rested her head on her best friends shoulder, which was interesting to do since Lilith was a good foot taller, then resumed watching something amazing unfold on the screen. The shadow had turned into a guppy and was happily running along her knuckles and fingers currently threaded through Melekasia’s.

“You know I think it might.” she sighed happily as Melekasia’s head rested on hers.

It was when Satan himself started to rise out of the ground that she finally switched off the tablet. He for sure would have sensed her and possibly Lillith. She didn’t want her girlfriend, basically her wife with how long they’ve been together, to get on his bad side. They could feel his anger from here. It was like a punch in the gut. But then it just randomly disappeared.

Melekasia quickly turned back on the monitor and zoomed back into the Aribase. They watched as an old, but well kept family car drove through a cloud of smoke, stopped in front of a group of bewildered people, celestial and human alike. A man stepped out as a group of children and a dog proceeded to quickly peddle away, looking bewildered himself.

She sent a command for the feed to follow the Anti- no, Adam. His name is Adam she thought to herself. He has a name so she should use it. It trailed the kids back into the town, but once it got to Adams house, the boy himself looked up, smiled at the ‘camera’, made a finger gun, and mouthed BANG. The feed cut off with a pop.

This left two celestial beings on the moon gaping at the blank screen, before quickly falling into boisterous laughter.

“Oh hell! My stomach hurts!” Lilith was struggling to breath.

“Wh-ha-ha-haaaat the Hell just happened!?” Melekasia struggled to get out. “Humanity just won!? Adam literally gave a middle finger to the Great Plan!” Tears were streaming down her face while she hugged Lillith closer.

“That was the best thing ever! You need to send me that feed hahaha! Is there sound? There’s gotta be sound right? I want to know what they were saying.” Lilith cried.

“Ohmygod, yes!” and she pulled up the saved feed by hacking into one of the other surveillance systems Heaven had, this one was Environmental Affairs. She knew no one was watching it. The angel in charge of that department was called into a platoon earlier that day.

The two watched as Gabriel and Beelzebub tried to force Adam to restart Armageddon, then listened with glee at Adams response and bored dismissal of the two. When Aziraphale had put in his two sense, quickly being joined by Crowley, and backed Adam, they knew those two were going to be in quite a bit of trouble. It was worrying but absolutely delightful to watch Gabriel and Beelzebub get owned.

Things seemed to be settling down. Neither side got their war. The Earth didn’t perish and Humanity survived. There was an aura of hope that surrounded the two pairs of celestial beings for better things to come.

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #my characters #Chapter 1 #Something Ineffably Great #novice writer

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sparksinger · 6 years

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New chapter of ‘Brave Heart’ posted!

I finally got round to finishing the latest chapter of ‘Brave Heart’! Go and have a gander if you’re interested! xD

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12476933/15/Brave-Heart // fanfiction link.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8860048/chapters/29871465 // ao3 link.

Or alternatively, you can find it under the cut! ^_^

Optimus paced up and down the observation deck of Lockdown's borrowed ship, Cordelia sleeping soundly in his armoured arms. Her red hair spilled over his arm. Using his free hand, he gently brushed away the few stray strands that had found their way across her face. The cuts she'd sustained on Lockdown's ship had scabbed over and were no longer bleeding. They were not severe injuries, but the mere sight of them caused Optimus' Spark to swell furiously behind its casing.

They had left the Atlantic Ocean behind some time ago, but that fact did little to ease the worry gnawing away at Optimus' processor. He'd been holding her in his arms for three hours, and he wasn't about to let her go.

His audio covers rotated furiously, spinning this way and that. He looked down at Cordelia, taking in her slumbering form. Her usually alabaster skin was flushed and pink. He held her in the crook of his left arm, enveloping her in a safety net of metallic armour. He looked out through the ship’s huge windows, out at the great architectural feat that the humans called ‘the Great Wall of China.’ It meandered across the land like a great serpent. One of the only human creations that was visible from space. Optimus sighed, his hydraulics emitting excess air and shifted his weight, careful not to disturb Cordelia. Her vulnerable state reminded him of the night they had first met, all those years ago. She had changed so much in the last ten years, not just in appearance, but character as well. She was good and kind, and she made Optimus’ Spark sing. He allowed a tiny smile onto his faceplate, remembering their awkward interaction after he had carried her away from the traffic bridge.

Optimus looked out at the city that was Tranquility, marvelling at the greenery that surrounded him. The last few days had flown past, even for Optimus, who had been alive longer than the human race had existed. The Decepticons had been defeated, and the Autobots had been formally accepted by the Earth’s governments as refugees. Despite this, his Spark was still weighed down with worry and concern. Worry about what the Decepticons would do without their leader. Worry at how he and his Autobots would be received by the people of Earth. Worry for the little redhead sitting at his feet. She was playing absent-mindedly with a strand of grass, twirling it around in her long fingers. The sun’s rays were just starting to descend, the light catching his armour, sending a prism of colours and shapes into his field of vision. The way that the sun caught Cordelia’s hair never ceased to amaze Optimus. It was a deep, rich red colour that the humans referred to as ‘auburn’. It was a colour that he’d never seen the like of on Cybertron, and it absolutely fascinated him. She rose to her feet, placing a tentative hand on the wheel arch that also doubled as his ankle. He lowered himself to a kneeling positon. She looked up at him with the deep green pools that were her eyes. She was but a child. Optimus could not help himself as his hands cupped her tiny, fragile body and brought her close to his chest. She was a feather weight in his palm; her tiny hands exploring his for a hand-hold. She wrapped an arm around his thumb, smiling shyly up at him.

In the short week that he had known Cordelia, Optimus had been drawn in by the mysterious aura that seemed to accompany her. He was totally fascinated by the way the blood rose steadily from her neck up to her cheeks whenever he was gentle with her. He felt incredibly protective of her, and had already fought to defend her life. He thought back to the anger and sheer fury that he had felt when she had been taken by Seymour Simmons of Sector 7, shaking his head in quiet amazement at himself. She was the first being, the first in eons that he had felt free enough to be himself around. Under the cloud of war, he was expected to be a pillar of strength for his soldiers. Being a Prime was a heavy burden upon his shoulders, but it was a burden that he carried willingly and with pride. Cordelia didn’t see Optimus Prime, she saw Optimus. Optimus, the mech who was always thirsty for new knowledge. Optimus, the one who would lay down his very Spark for any of his soldiers, no questions asked. Ever since saving her life at the traffic bridge, Optimus had felt an incomprehensible and undeniable pull towards the human female. He held her up to eye level, examining the cuts on her face and arms.

“Lia, what do you want to do?” As he spoke, he delicately moved a strand of red hair from her face. She shied away from him, burying her face in her hands. “Cordelia, I won’t hurt you. I promise. I will never, ever harm you.” She looked up, tears swimming in her green eyes.

“I know. It’s just…it’s still burned into my brain.” She sighed and patted his hand by way of apology. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to be sorry little one.” He closed one optic in a wink, earning a small smile from the tiny organic perched on his palm. She leaned back into his fingers, relaxing once more.

“Optimus, what do I do now? I can’t go back to my dad, it’ll kill me. I can’t stay with Leo, it’s just not possible. But I can’t not have Leo in my life; he means everything to me and I-“

“Shh. Easy little one. Be calm.” She nodded and wiped her face, her breathing resuming a normal rhythm. “I may have a solution. Do you wish to hear it?” She nodded, her gaze earnest and hopeful.

“Okay.”

“The American government are going to locate us, that is, we Autobots to a base on the remote island of Diego Garcia. Firstly, would you like to contact Leo and inform him of your whereabouts? I am sure he’s very worried about you. Secondly, would you like to accompany me to Diego Garcia and set up a permanent residence there? You won’t be the only human on the base; military personnel will be living there as well.” Optimus watched Cordelia’s face, taking in her expressions. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out.

“Come and – come and live with you?” Optimus nodded.

“Affirmative. But only if you want to.” Cordelia hugged herself to his thumb.

“I would love to! Oh Optimus, that’s the best thing I’ve heard in a long time. Thank you. Thank you so much.” Once more, Optimus was caught off-guard by Cordelia’s laid-back attitude around him and her eagerness to show him affection, despite all that she had suffered at the hands of her father. He raised her to his face once more and gently brushed his lip plates across her auburn hair.

“No little one, thank you.”

Optimus was interrupted from his reverie as Cade walked into the room. Optimus watched through semi-curious optics as Cade settled himself into a small recess in the ground that was meant for cargo. He leaned forward, placing his toned arms on his knees. There was silence for a few minutes save for the low thrumming of Cade’s heartbeat. Optimus heard Cade swallow somewhat nervously before he took in a large volume of air.

“Optimus?” Optimus inclined his head toward Cade, but gave no other indication that he had heard him speak. Cade carried on, nervously rubbing his hands together as he spoke. “Optimus, you didn’t really mean it when you said you were done fighting for humans did you?”

Optimus looked at the tiny young woman nestled in the crook of his left arm. His Spark ached just at the mere sight of her, pulsating furiously in its chamber. Could he truly abandon humanity? His audial covers rotated clockwise and counter-clockwise as he deliberated his answer. The weight of Cordelia was so light in his arms, but so heavy in his Spark. She had come into his life, casting a bright beacon of light, eliminating all the darkness that resided within his Spark.

He knelt to regard Cade more on his level, casting him in a gentle pool of blue light from his weary optics.

“How many more of my kind must be sacrificed to atone for your mistakes?!” He got to his feet again, hydraulics and joints hissing as he straightened to his full height. He hadn’t meant the words to sound as accusing as they had, but Cade still shrunk back from them all the same.

Cade sighed, not looking at Optimus as he spoke. “What do you think being human means? That’s what we do; we make mistakes…and sometimes out of those mistakes come the most amazing things.” Optimus said nothing, watching the seemingly endless Great Wall snake past as the ship progressed. “You know, when I fixed you, it was for a reward, that was it. That was why. The money. And that was me making a mistake. And without that mistake, you wouldn’t be here. And neither would she.” He gestured to Cordelia, sleeping soundly in Optimus’ arms. “So even if you’ve got no faith in us, I’m asking you to do what I do. I’m asking you to look at all the junk and see the treasure. You gotta have faith Prime, in who we can be.”

Optimus sighed and allowed his shoulders to sag. Cade smiled at him half-heartedly and suddenly became very interested in the gun that he had swiped from Lockdown’s ship.

Cordelia stirred lightly in his arms, turning onto her other side. He moved a few stray strands of hair from her face with all the gentleness he could muster. He thought back to the vulnerable young child she had been on their first meeting. The roundness of her freckled cheeks had given way to well defined cheekbones and a delicate face framed by deep auburn hair. Her body had become more feminine and lithe as she went through the physical and physiological changes that accompanied growing from a child into a young adult. Optimus had watched in pride and quiet amazement as Cordelia grew from a timid young girl into a kind and loving young woman.

Yes, he had seen the junk. And she was the treasure that outshone all of it.

When I awoke, my left arm was numb from being under my cheek for so long. I was deliciously warm and I could hear Optimus’ Spark humming nearby. I stretched and felt Optimus’ arms shift underneath me. I sat up and scooted myself into his waiting hand before he brought me up to eye level.

“Did you sleep well little one?” His optics tilted ever so slightly upwards in his unique smile.

“Yes, thank you. Sorry, I didn’t mean to sleep for so long.”

He shook his head at me, a hint of sadness creeping into the edges of his optics. “Don’t be silly; the amount of time you spend in recharge is never a problem for me Cordelia; you know that.” I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks at his words and looked away from him, suddenly embarrassed. He chuckled, a low rumbling sound that wasn’t unlike the low echoing of a distant waterfall. “Would you please excuse me for ten minutes or so? I need to brief the Autobots before we make our arrival in Hong Kong. There are some developments that they should be made aware of.”

“Sure, go ahead. I’ll wait here.” He let me down on the ground, straightening up and walking out of the vast room with easy grace.

I turned to look back out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, marvelling at the scenery as it whirled quietly by. I thought of the events of the past forty-eight hours, the past week…the past year and a half. I thought of Leo, sitting alone in his Sheriff’s office, printing out countless missing posters. I thought of my own face on those missing posters, wondering if I would ever get to see him again. Would I ever be able to see the way his smile made his soft blue eyes wrinkle in the corners, the way his large hands curled around mine when he was trying to erase the memories of my hellish father? Tears pricked the back of my eyes and I rubbed at them furiously, not wanting Optimus to see that I was teetering on some perilous edge with a bottomless drop below.

Minutes and minutes went by, how many I wasn’t sure of because my mind had suddenly decided that dissociating at that exact moment would be a good idea. I was vaguely aware of Cade moving about in the background, fussing gently over Tessa in that way that only over-attentive fathers could over their daughters.

I sat down on the floor, bringing my knees up to my chest. Despite sleeping for a long time, I suddenly felt exhausted, drained both mentally and physically. I rested my head on top of my knees, letting my eyes close. One lone tear rolled down my cheek and I wiped it away angrily, annoyed at myself for getting upset now.

I heard Optimus’ footsteps re-enter the room. Even though he trod lightly, his footfalls still sent small tremors through the ship floor. They increased in intensity as he slowly lowered himself to sit next to me, one leg outstretched and the other pulled up to his chest. His joints hissed as he sat down, ruffling my hair gently in a puff of cool air. It was like sitting next to a building; it was impossible not to be physically aware of him. I stood and went to lean against his thigh, running my hand up and down the cable subconsciously.

“Are you okay?” I asked without turning to face him. A hundred different shades of green swirled past us, bathing the Great Wall in a kaleidoscope of emerald, chartreuse, lime, pine and juniper greens. The mountains that surrounded the structure were like great, silent sentinels, standing guard against any threat, however big or small.

Optimus’ hand came down to rest on his thigh. He drummed lightly with his fingers before taking my hand softly between his thumb and forefinger. He rubbed tiny circles on the back of my hand with his thumb, the same way I did to him when he was feeling anxious or stressed.

“Did you know that this structure is 13,171 miles long? The original walls were built as early as the 7th Century and were later joined together with other walls to make them bigger and stronger. It was built primarily for defence and to mark borders. It truly is an incredible feat of architecture, when you take into account how long ago it was built; at a time when humans did not possess heavy machinery to do their heavy lifting and-“

“Stop!” He looked down at me in surprise, his lip plates slightly open. “Stop it! Don’t avoid the question. Optimus, I NEED to know; are you okay?” My voice rose an octave, causing my words to come out as a shriek. His finger moved from my hand to my face. It never ceased to amaze me how he could touch me so gently, and with so much love in such a simple gesture as touching my cheek. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to shout. Optimus, I just need to know; are you okay? At the train yard, you…you were so angry.” His optics dimmed slightly, and I could almost see the storm clouds rolling across them. He rubbed his face with his free hand, his nose pinched between thumb and forefinger.

“Cordelia, I am so, so very sorry that you had to witness that behaviour from me. It was totally unacceptable and I am utterly ashamed of myself.” Frustration seeped into my veins and I pulled my hand free from his grasp, walking up and down the length of his leg.

“Optimus, I don’t care about that! I just need to know if you’re okay! I don’t care if you beat the living shit out of a tree, or if you flatten a shopping centre! I love you, and I need to know!” Hot tears spilled down my cheeks, and I turned away from him, not wanting him to see me cry. His servos whirred as he moved to pick me up, resting his hand palm up on the ground, an invitation. I climbed on, groggily, lethargically.

“Cordelia, I am not quite okay, but I am on the way there, with your help. This will pass, and we will help each other through it. It will be okay. You are, and always will be my most important priority. I will never forsake you Cordelia.”

“Thank you…and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get angry with you.” I slumped down in his palm, dropping my gaze from his.

“Are you okay?” I shook my head, burying my face in my hands.

“I’m terrified Optimus, I’m scared of not knowing what they next day will bring, I’m scared of everybody I encounter, I’m scared that I’m never going to see Leo again, but above all, I am absolutely terrified of losing you. I can’t lose you. I just can’t!” My breathing sped up again, coming out in short sharp bursts. I felt Optimus’ finger move to rub my back in a slow, rhythmic motion, and I tried to time my panicked gasps to the movement. He brought me close to his chest, knowing that the low hum of his Spark would help to calm me. Minutes passed, and gradually the stabbing pain in my chest eased and my breathing regained a healthier pace.

“Shh. I’m here and I am not going anywhere. I won’t ever go anywhere unless you send me away.”

“I won’t ever send you away.” I mumbled into his chest, earning a small chuckle. He raised me to his face, and his expression softened and gave way to pure, undiluted love.

“That’s my girl.” He dipped his head forward, very carefully touching my nose with his. I giggled and planted a small kiss on the smooth metal that felt like porcelain against my lips. He rose to his feet, cupping me safely in his hand. When I looked up again, I saw that the countryside had given way to thick clusters of buildings, a mixture of high rise apartments and skyscrapers.

“We’re here!”

“Yes little one, indeed we are. Now we just need to-“ He didn’t get a chance to utter another word as the ship rocked violently in the air. The force caused Optimus to lose his balance and he stumbled backwards, moving his other hand underneath the one I was nestled in to hold me steady. The ship started to spin sickeningly fast, and soon the only thing I could visually register were Optimus’ fingers grasped tightly around my middle. The ship was spinning too fast for me to figure out where we were, or even to know what had happened.

Optimus adjusted his grip on me so I was clutched more securely in his fist. He made his way to the cockpit, using one arm to hold onto the wall so that he didn’t lose his balance. Noises of alarms and instruments beeping was the only thing I could hear. Drift’s lips moved, as did Optimus’, but I could not work out what they were saying.

Optimus’ optics widened as he saw something I could not. He turned and knelt, using his body to shield me. “Autobots, brace for impact!”

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