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aphroditeinthesea · 1 year ago

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Percy Jackson x Fem! Athena! Reader who lives opposite him in new york, and the two end up in the same school. Originally, because they were younger, reader hated Percy because he was a boy (duh) and he annoyed her and called her names, with these things follow her to camp and such. Years later, after maturing, the pair slowly share a close connection with reader realizing through five seperate occasions that she does, possibly, like the boy next door.

The five occasions are honestly up to you! (but for example it could be when reader found Percy taking care of a younger camper who had had a nightmare, or when the pair were on the train to school and, reader running a bit behind, Percy reveals that he actually has both readers fav breakfast and the days books already packed for her.

“ i should hate you ”

percy jackson x daughter of athena!reader 🌊

y/n finds herself feeling a little too much for the most annoying son of poseidon

this is a little off from the books in an attempt to avoid too much percabeth, also this is really long but it was really fun to write. omg and hunger games reference

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When y/n first arrived at camp the first person she spotted filled her with rage. Perseus Jackson.

“No way Jose!” he called, walking over to her.

She crossed her arms. His dirty clothes and static hair told her that he had just gotten back from training, “how are you here? Of all places, why are you here?”

“Well, Tinky Winky, glad to see you, too.”

Tinky Winky. You dress up as a teletubbie one time in 2nd grade and suddenly you're Tinky Winky for the rest of your life, “I’m gonna head to my cabin. If I see you again, I might throw up on you.”

As she walked away, she heard him yell, “I’m the son of Poseidon, big three, you’ll be seeing a lot of me, babe!” She hated the way her stomach flipped at the name, what right did he have to call her babe?

She walked out of her cabin after a month of somehow successfully avoiding speaking to the boy, despite how close her sister was to him. She had free time, so she decided she would walk by the dock to get some fresh air.

She was sitting on the edge, looking at the water when she felt a particularly strong gust of wind. She tried to stand up, but slipped off the edge, falling into the lake. She flailed her arms, trying to maintain some buoyancy. She was never a good swimmer, which was apparent as she felt her lungs begin to fill with liquid as she tried to scream.

Suddenly, she was pulled back to the dock. She tried to catch her brush, coughing up buckets.

“Y/N, y/n, are you okay?” She blinked the water out of her eyes trying to make out the face. All she could see was dark hair and sickeningly green eyes.

“Percy?” She breathed out quietly.

He desperately nodded, “yeah, how long were you under there?”

“Maybe like,” she thought for a second, “20 seconds?”

He helped her up, holding onto her hand, although she urgently pulled it away, “can you breathe fine and everything?”

She nodded, “I’m fine, I’m just gonna go dry off.” She began walking off before stopping and turning back around towards him, “thanks, Percy.”

She ran through the woods during a game of capture the flag while clutching a dagger in one hand. She came to a sudden stop as she heard quiet voices. She hid behind a tree bur peeked over to try and see who it was.

There she saw Percy kneeling on the ground next to a younger camper.

“Don’t worry about them,” he mentioned, “the Ares kids are all bark no bite. I would know,” he joked, offering a kind smile.

She noticed the tears coming out of the child’s eyes, “are you sure, because they were saying how-”

“Hey, hey,” he whispered, “they talk to you like that again, you can tell me and I’ll flood their cabin.”

The kid chuckled, causing a grin to find its way to y/n’s face as she watched the scene unfold.

“Now,” Percy stood up and patted the child’s shoulder, “go get that flag.”

The younger boy nodded before running off once again.

Percy brushed off his clothes, suddenly locking eyes with the daughter of Athena, “hey, Alfalfa.”

She tilted her head in confusion, “what?”

He laughed, “your hair.”

She sighed, brushing her fingers through the top of her hair to make sure there were no floating strands, “better, wiseass?”

He smirked, reaching forward and moving a piece of hair behind her ear, “there.”

She felt blood rush to her face, “I’ve gotta go,” she muttered as she ran off. She heard a laugh from behind her, but she carried on, trying not to think of him anymore.

III

She figured the fates must hate her, after all, she was stuck on a quest with the person she hated most. Or that’s what she wanted to say at least. She hated Percy Jackson. She had known him her whole life, and all he had been ws obnoxious.

“I’m as happy with this as you are, y/n,” he interrupted her thoughts as he spoke, “but we should at least talk.”

“About what?” She coldly answered, not even looking at him.

He thought briefly, “what’s your favorite color?”

“Oh, now you’ve gone too far,” she joked.

He smiled in return, “seriously, I’ve known you forever, what is it?”

“F/c,” she answered, glancing over at him.

“See, I never would’ve known that.”

“What’s yours?”

“Blue,” he replied, “reminds me of the ocean.”

“Conceited much?”

“What? That’s not-”

“Whatever you say, fish boy.”

He shook his head, “that’s really creative, wow.” He stopped in his steps in front of a convenience store, “I’m gonna go grab a snack.”

“Percy, there’s more important things right now than your stomach.”

“Right, yeah, whatever,” he brushed her off as he walked into the store.

She groaned, “that idiot.” She nervously looked around, sure she was a demigod, but she was still a teenage girl alone in a city. She felt that those five minutes went on for ages before Percy came back out.

“Here,” he spoke as he handed her a bag.

“What’s this?” She asked, opening the bag to find a package of chips.

“You used to bring a bag of those everyday in middle school,” he added while opening his own chips.

She smiled at how he remembered, “I’m surprised you even noticed.”

“You're hard to miss.”

She wanted to scream looking in the mirror. Purple. Her hair was purple. She couldn't figure out what happened, she used the same shampoo and conditioner as always. She rushed to find her shampoo bottle and open it up. As she took off the cap, she was met with the burning smell of hair dye. She cursed herself for not realizing it before.

She stepped out of the bathroom to find only Annabeth and Percy discussing something while sitting on the former’s bed. They looked at her, surprised.

“Really living up to that Tinky Winky name, huh?”

“Shut up, Jackson!”

Her sister ran to her side, “what happened?”

“I don't know, I washed my hair and- and-”

“The Stolls,” Percy commented, walking over to her.

“Oh my gods,” she mumbled, “why- why-”

“They’re morons, that’s why,” Annabeth said.

Y/N breathed heavily as she tried to stop herself from crying. After all, it was her hair, what did her hair matter? It’s not like she was Aphrodite’s daughter. But, she hated to admit how much it meant to her.

Percy bit his lip, “I’ll be right back,” he mentioned as he made his way out og the cabin.

Soon after, she heard yelling from outside. Her and her sister looked out the window to see what the ordeal was.

“-It’s temporary, it’s not like it's a big deal,” Travis Stoll was defending.

“There is a girl in there crying because of you two!” She was confused why Percy was so angered by this.

“It’s funny-”

“It’s not funny, you ass, she did nothing, why would you do some shit like that to her?”

Chiron suddenly rushed to the scene, standing between the two boys, “what is going on here?”

“Percy’s mad because we dyed his girlfriend’s hair purple.”

Oh, Oh. She was made more confused by the way her heartbeat quickened at being called his girlfriend. She didn't care, he was Percy. She didn't care. She didn't care.

To say she was panicked would be an understatement. Percy and Annabeth had been sent on a quest, where only Annabeth returned in tears. As far as she said, Percy wasn't dead, he was missing. They had been fighting a group of monsters, when she turned around and Percy was gone.

Y/N sat at breakfast, unable to eat. She poked at her food, but her stomach was so nauseous, she could barely look at the food. That was until she heard gasps and cheers. She turned around to find Perseus Jackson walking, looking disheveled.

She quickly stood up and ran over to the boy, wrapping him a hug. He was taken aback but enclosed his arms around her waist.

She deeply breathed, pulling away from him. Her hands held onto his face like she was trying to make sure he was real, “I thought you were fucking dead,” she cried.

“I’m pretty glad I’m not.”

She giggled, though tears still streamed down her face. She stayed looking at him, just taking in every feature of his face, every scar, every color in his eyes, and the pink of his lips. She soon enough clashed her lips with his. She didn't care that she knew all of his friends were watching, all she could care about was that he was alive. She did kinda care about the fact that he smelled like raw tuna, but she could look past that for right now.

They separated for air, but their foreheads rested against one another, letting them stare into each other’s eyes.

“You're a pretty good kisser, Tinky Winky.”

“Thanks. You could do better, Spongebob.”

He chuckled, “wanna try again?”

#percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #cabin 6 #cabin 3 #daughter of athena #child of athena #percy jackson x you #percy jackson fanfiction #fanfic

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idkifimawake · 8 months ago

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Septem x reader hc +oneshot

Warnings : mentions of blood and maybe mild self harm near the angsty part?

Reader isn't like a symbol but just an angel(no specific gender), To eat a god is a visual novel.Could be ooc , pls don't come after me.

Would probably be cold towards you around other people , they wouldnt even notice you guys were in love and when you're alone with him he would be more softer but still cold nevertheless

If you're smaller than him he would love to nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck

Would feed you if you refused to eat in his domain or if he's in a bad mood he would let you starve

If you're more quiet I feel like he'd like this more since you wouldn't necessarily fight back but if you did he would find it amusing and like pat your head or smthing(idk)

If you're more talkative I feel like he'd love seeing you constantly fight back and know you have like no power against him but he still finds it very amusing.

The more longer you would stay with him the calmer he would be in your presence, I feel like he would start leaving gifts and letting you chose what to eat rather than him force feeding you whatever was healthy

As long as you respected him he would love you back

Quiet reader:

It was another bland day in Septem's domain , another quiet day. Which was nice but not normally what you got from the time you spent in Unum's domain. You had your long luscious wings out , to make yourself calmer. You had to pluck some fresh because they had gone all wierd. A knock was heard at your door , it could only be Septem.

"Come in" you said quietly, putting your wings away. Septem walked in with a plate of food.

"Keep your wings out." His voice was stern and soft. "I will pluck them for you." He would? That was odd , he'd normally leave you to do these things. He put the tray of food next to the bed and sat behind you , touching your wings with his pristine fingers , soothing your soul.

"You know I love you." He said , his voice resonating in your body.

"And I love you back." You said quietly, almost a whisper , you weren't sure if he heard you but it didn't matter at all

Talkative Reader:

It was another boring ass day in Septem's domain. There was no colour. No anything. How you wished to go back into Unum's domain , it was tropical and nice , it reminded you of the time you went to earth and met some humans.

You were lying down on the bed , playing with your feathers. Septem was doing who knows what and you felt like you were going to die of Boredom. It was so tiring and you couldn't leave to Nulla's domain until a bit later.

"Stupid fucking bitch." You said to yourself , sighing and covering your eyes.

"Language." Septems voice rang through your ears , he was right beside you. He just got here.

" 'm sorry." You said with a grin on your face , it was your favourite time of the day , to bother Septem. "Did I break one of the rules again?"

"I have told you multiple times and you seem to already forget , is your soul worse than your body?" He said strictly, standing up to his full height.

"Why don't you go through the rules for me again , m'kay , I'll listen you to real good." You said grinning , staring up at him. Septem thought about and sat down on the bed , you put your head on his lap as he started going through the rules again.

Angsty stuff(inspired by the Nevemore Webtoon):

It was all so bland , all white , you thought you were going insane. No colour no nothing. It was like it was a limbo , you were in a bridge between life and death. You began clawing at the walls , destroying simple things to table and pillows to the bed itself. He hadn't let you out because of your atrocious behaviour but his ideals didn't help , your feathers had been whizzing around his house , grabbing food that he had purposely let out for you to take.

You were currently lying down on the bed , staring at the ceiling , what should you do to get more colour? Unum's domain was bright and vibrant but he refused to let you out , you couldn't even call for Nulla since he would be powerless in this situation.

After a few days you stopped letting feathers take food into your room. He found this unusual and he started knocking on your door , you didn't reply.

"(Y/n)?" He asked politely, knowing the door , you didn't reply but he did hear laughing , he forcefully opened the door and there he saw you, there was red all over the walls which he presumed to be blood.

"Look, my love, I found colour , there will be a change!" You had gone completely insane and he hadn't planned for this. You kept laughing and laughing like a demon, your feathers had been ripped but were only slightly bloody.

"(Y/n) I-." He stood next to you, seeing all the blood. "I- I'm sorry." He said , sitting next to you, he held his hand up to the wall , turning it back to the original state.

You sighed , putting your hands on your head. The colour was the only type of hope you had. The only hope of life!

"Why , why did you do that , Rafael?" You said , staring into his eyes. He fell to the floor , shocked and confused

"H-how do you know?" He looked in pain, maybe there would he more colour?

My requests are open for to eat a god x reader things

#Septem #to eat a god x reader #To eat a god #Septem x reader #Visual novel x reader #Teag #Nulla #Unum #Fames

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5eptem · 8 months ago

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What relationship do you think is the closest to healthiest or normal in the visual novel?

P.S. I love your Art! :)

None!

That has the possibility to change in Act 2, though! Some thoughts:

Even though he has several bad ends at the start, Nulla has no intentions of hurting you once you pick him even when you make him angry. But he also is planning to destroy the entire world so presumably, your puppet along with it. So you're sure to be cut off anyway as his plan stands.

Though, Nulla is super old, has lived a lot of lives, and knows many, many things. He seems to understand what you, as a human, are looking for in companionship and would be able to provide it to you with ease. Unless that meant letting you around others, which I don't think he'd like very much, unless it was to show you off. Otherwise, he'd probably seal you outside of his domain so no one gets to even see you~you're his to look at!

Septem also will only treat you with respect as long as you obey him, but I don't know what the transfusion process he's talking about entails and I feel like you'll probably end up losing yourself through it. If he's being truthful about "both" of you getting to rule the garden, then, maybe...but I'm sus.

IDK if he knows, as a divine being, how to even relationship and it'd probably be very unconventional. You'd have to be blunt with him about what you need to feel fulfilled in your partnership because he certainly wouldn't assume it, and I'm not sure how he'd take that, or if he'd even be able to provide you with it. You'd probably just suffer silently and always wish for more from him.

Unum is not only an unpredictable loose cannon when he's hungry, but also has wives that are eager to pick you apart, too. If he doesn't kill you, they probably would. Not to mention his ignorance on taking care of basic human needs. That being said, I think the player has the best chance of survival with him compared to the other two which seem to spell out certain death right now.

As long as you remained under his protection and he put some work in to maintain his hunger (he mentions he usually only ever gets scraps at mealtimes, I wonder if he could take fighting the other Symbols for more food more seriously?), he is probably the best pick for living out a domestic house-partner situation that most resembles a 'healthy' human relationship. Though I've no idea how your child with him is going to turn out, and you probably would have little freedom if you wanted to stay safe.

#to eat a god #visual novel #dating sim #yandere #indie games #nulla #septem #unum #teag spoilers

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ragnarockz · 18 days ago

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Twist the Knife (Mob!AU Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal)

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CRACKS MY KNUCKLES IN ITALIAN/IRISH HERITAGE

Synopsis: Agatha and Rio Vidal Mob!AU. Agatha the Boss, Rio the Consigliere. Not only are they a power couple within the 'business' but a deadly, intoxicating couple behind closed doors. What really gives these two a rise isn't actually all the power, money, drugs, sex and, fame...it's watching the other excel in their roles within the Family. A dog eat dog world where these two women climb to the top in a world amongst men.

Word Count: 3K

Fandom: Marvel - Agatha All Along

Characters: Agatha Harkness, Rio Vidal

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Mob!AU, Guns, Knives, Murder, Violence, Descriptions of violent acts, Organized Crime, Dirty talk, Pet names, Smut, Swearing, Strap sucking, Strap-on sex, Descriptions of sexual acts

Music inspo: Ain't That A Kick in the Head - Dean Martin, Sway - Dean Martin, Luck Be A Lady - Frank Sinatra, Senza un perche - Nada, Devil in Disguise - Elvis, Beautiful, Dirty, Rich - Lady Gaga, Boys Boys Boys - Lady Gaga, Judas - Lady Gaga, Papa Don't Preach - Madonna

They were known in outside circles and even inner circles as Tre di Spade and Mietitrice. Three of Swords and the Reaper.

Three of Swords because when Agatha would complete her hit; tracking you down until she got you cornered and you wish you'd never cross her with that crazy look in her eye she would give you before she broke into a smile and reached to her side for her gun, she would always use three bullets.

Bullet one went to your neck so you couldn't speak.

Bullet two went between your eyes so you couldn't see.

Bullet three, the final bullet, right to the heart.

Swords was an old term; generational. A long forgotten card in an Italian deck used for playing Briscola and Scopa. Swords were out, guns were in but there was never an updated deck for that.

Reaper because, after Agatha was done with her hit, Rio was the one to come in and dispose of the evidence. Meticulous, fast, smart. Rio Vidal was Agatha's secret weapon and confidante. She also had a way with dead bodies. Not one victim had ever been found after Rio was done with them. She made them disappear. Scomparire nel nulla.

They were unmatched in their world of organized crime. Cutting corners and making deals; using their advantage as women to swindle and cheat; climb the ranks among the men. Who the hell would detest them? People thought they were crazy; a gang of women working for women.

And everyone, inside and out, knew where their alliance lay. Agatha belonged to Rio and Rio, to Agatha. They were in charge; high on the top of the ladder and yet they shared their wins and losses equally. A partnership that wasn't all about drugs, money, sex and power.

They had each other; completely and utterly devoted.

Maybe it was power. Perhaps it was lust. Most likely it was a mix of danger and desire. The perfect blend to bring anyone together to do the most unspeakable things to and with each other.

That was Agatha Harkness, Boss and, Rio Vidal, Consigliere.

Their most recent hit was gutsy and maybe out of their realm of experience and expertise. However, maybe it was luck or their drive for power, they managed to pull it off. Head Boss wiped out by Tre di Spade in a smokey bar filled with beautiful women and high-rollers. She had smoothed-talked the Boss; got him well-fed and comfortable before she went in for the kill.

Mietitrice would joke that she was a succubus; could infiltrate any man or woman she wanted and make them fall to their knees before her. Tre di Spade only smirked at her wife's compliment; she had surely brought her to her knees more times than she could count.

The second Agatha had that foolish man alone and without suspicion of her true intentions; feeling his hand creep up her leg until it froze as if it turned into a block of ice. He had hit the spot that made all men cower in fear.

Rio had also once joked that the true sword was packed away between Agatha's legs; a throwback to the bosses that came before her. Men in power.

Now it was a woman's turn.

It was the second that these men let their smug and complacent masks slip that Agatha would unleash her violence onto them. She never held back; believed that women could be just as ruthless and cold as men could be when it came to war, violence, sex. Agatha was not one for traditional gender roles or, believing in the lesser of the two sexes. She got as close as she could; let that man push his leg between hers just so she could stab him, with the knife Rio had gifted her for their anniversary, in the gut or in the thigh; somewhere he would feel the pain but not die right away.

Girare il coltello nella piaga.

She wanted the satisfaction of putting those three bullets into him. The soon to be ex-Boss was on his back, bleeding out, and looking up at Agatha like a wounded dog that needed to be put down.

And Rio was of course there, lurking in the shadows as she always did. She would watch Agatha in all her power; the gun cocked in her hand and the blood splattered all over her designer suit and heels. Vidal grinned in the dark as she watched Agatha get to work. Of course the woman could afford soldiers to do the dirty jobs but there was something personal in doing it herself with Rio by her side.

The three shots rang out quick and deafening and Rio couldn't help but to cackle in the darkness. The rise she got from watching Agatha kill was like a drug; something she needed that only fed her devotion to her Boss and wife. Agatha looked over her shoulder and smiled back at Rio. Tre di Spade tucked her gun away and stepped away from the dead man; giving Rio her turn in the spotlight to do what she did best.

And Rio performed; put on a show for Agatha as she stripped the body and hacked him up. Covered in blood; the heat of the night clinging to Rio's skin and as she worked, it made her crave Agatha in other ways.

Mietitrice basically moaned as she hacked away; death was her thing. Always had been. Drawn to it; knew she could handle it. And the bodies piled up, they always did when Agatha was around. It was the perfect partnership even outside of the bedroom.

Rio wanted nothing more as she glanced over at Agatha who stood by their car, to fuck her wife senseless. They shared a knowing smile before Rio pushed herself back up to a full standing position; her gaze roamed over the scattered body parts of the now-dead rival Boss. She smirked as she tucked away her tools of the trade into their proper bag roll. They could be cleaned properly later after she got what she really wanted.

Not the notoriety of having a hand in killing a top Boss nor the money and expenses.

It was Agatha.

Always Agatha.

The pop of the trunk signified the end of their night out and a night in was fast approaching. Body pieces in the trunk and all. Agatha waited for the slam of the trunk and Rio climbed into the passenger seat before she hit the toe of her heel on the gas and peeled out and away. Both Agatha and Rio felt a sudden rush come over them and, in that moment, Agatha couldn't care less about the red lights she ran and the cars she cut off on the roads and highways they drove upon. The scene of the crime fizzled out of their existence the further they got away from it.

And Rio couldn't stop laughing as she had her window down and faced the cool night. The high of doing this with Agatha always made her feel this way. Her left hand reached over to massage and grope her wife's knee, leg, inner thigh. Agatha sped on and knew eventually that this high and addiction they felt, the brutality and violence of it all would only be enhanced behind closed doors.

It was something in the violence they couldn't understand; something about reclaiming what was rightfully theirs and doing it over and over again.

They had stumbled inside after Rio disposed of the body and Agatha remained in the driver's seat with her foot on the brake; ready for the odd chance they'd be caught and they had to make a quick getaway.

That never happened however; they were too well-versed in their craft to be caught.

Their house wasn't small by any standards but it didn't reek of gaudiness that some mobsters dabbled in. Agatha thought it was tacky and Rio didn't like the attention drawn to them and their business. Agatha parked the car out front with precision before she and Rio headed inside. The house was quiet; staff and soldiers had all gone home for the day.

Their one rule was that no one but them was to stay past 5 pm. That was their alone time together. Whether they conducted business or pleasure; sometimes a mix of both, was up to them in private.

Tonight, Agatha barely made it through the front door before Rio was all over her. Fingers caught in Agatha's curls as Rio grabbed her lover to pull her into a hot and heated kiss. Agatha moaned loudly into Rio's mouth.

"You're covered in blood, Babe..."

Rio merely gasped into Agatha's mouth like it was a shock. As if she hadn't just hacked up a full grown man thirty minutes ago. Rio could still feel the sticky turning tacky blood drying on her skin, her clothes.

"I hope you don't mind, Agatha but...I don't really feel like cleaning up for a second time tonight..."

A promise, a statement. It drove Agatha wild as Rio's fingers clutched Agatha's hair at the back of her head and pulled. Their teeth clashed, lips were bit. It was brutal in a way; thrashing in the hallway of their mansion as they tried to devour each other.

"Take off your fucking clothes."

Rio barked as she threw her head away, not without leaving a last bite on Agatha's swollen lips. They locked eyes, a standoff, before Agatha straightened up her jacket and smoothed down her pants; flung back her now-messy hair.

Rio was like a ticking time bomb.

"Take off my fucking clothes and go where, Sweetheart? Where are you gonna bend me over tonight?"

All venom and honey dripped from Agatha's mouth as they played this cat and mouse game. She was pacing back and forth like a tiger in her cage; heels clicking on the marble floors beneath her. Rio just stood there and watched like her breath had been taken away; like she was drunk and couldn't focus on anything before her.

Agatha always made her feel like she was drunk or high; floating away outside of her body while internally, something screamed at her to jump.

"You're the Boss, my Love. You should have a say, don't you think?"

Agatha scoffed at Rio's words as she turned on her heels. She shot Rio a final glance over her shoulder as she turned right and headed into a room. Rio shook her head, rolled her eyes and followed behind like a good little consigliere would.

The room opened up into an office of sorts with a large wooden desk and a deep purple leather couch. There was a bar cart tucked away in one corner and various sizes of potted plants in the other. Agatha sighed dramatically as she took her blazer off and draped it over the back of her office chair. Rio stood before the desk at attention, as if Agatha was about to give her a new objective.

"You're gonna fuck me with that man's blood all over you? Jesus Christ, Vidal, you are fucking sick."

Agatha basically moaned her words as she unholstered her gun and tucked it away into a desk drawer. She loosened the tie around her neck and didn't dare make eye contact with Rio.

She wanted her wife on the brink of madness before getting fucked by her.

"And you're the one who was wet between the legs in the car as we drove away...tell me, Agatha, are you still wet?"

Rio crept around the side of the desk until she was standing face to face with her wife. They could have cut the sexual tension between them with one of Rio's knives.

It was only then that Agatha looked up at Rio, caught her gaze in a way that was a silent permission to continue on with whatever idea she had floating around her head. Rio was very convincing and very creative. Agatha basically moaned at the thought of what Rio had in mind for them tonight.

"Are you still packing, Boss?"

Agatha nodded as she caught Rio's hand moving up and her fingers playing with the bottom of her tie.

"I think you deserve something a little extra for setting that plan in motion tonight...seducing that man...shooting him...killing him..."

Agatha let out a ragged breath as Rio yanked on her tie and almost had Agatha buckle her knees. Her head felt like it was submerged underwater. The wetness between her legs was unbearable.

"And what do I deserve, Rio? Tell me?"

The woman smiled as she leaned her head left then right and then back to neutral position; thinking with her body even though her mind was already made up.

"Take a seat on your throne and I'll show you what a successful Boss gets for claiming and gaining her new territory..."

Agatha took her rightful seat and didn't wait for Rio to instruct her to open up her legs. Why give her partner more work to do? Especially when they were both trying to transfer one surge of energy for another; the playfulness after a fresh kill.

Rio worked fast as she sank to her knees and pulled down Agatha's tailored pants off of her hips. Rio's eyes went wide at the sight before her before a devilish grin covered her face. She flicked her gaze upwards to stare at Agatha's face for a quick second before she brought her gaze back down and settled herself a little closer to her wife.

Hand on the base, Rio stroked her wife off and felt Agatha's body completely relax under her touch. Instantly, Agatha's hands were yanking at Vidal's hair; snaking their way through the strands as she pushed her face down closer to her crotch, her cock. Rio merely sighed dreamily before her hand came back down to hold Agatha steady as she swirled her tongue around the head. Agatha moaned in pleasure at the sights and sounds Rio was making sent jolts of pleasure right to her clit.

"Fuck...Rio..."

"Oh...Baby...not yet, let me suck you off first..."

Vidal knew just how to get Agatha going.

Girare il coltello nella piaga.

Vidal takes the rest of Agatha's cock into her mouth; whatever she can fit and hums loudly. She hopes and prays each time she does this, Agatha can feel it. The vibrations echoing back to her skin, back to her clit. Vidal always hopes that this is the catalyst that leaves her wife aching for more.

And of course it does because before Vidal can even settle into some sort of rhythm, Agatha is using her fingers curled up in Rio's hair to pull her face away. A loud wet pop of release is what follows and a string of saliva breaks and lands on the seat of the chair. Agatha pretends not to notice and Rio notices this and knows, in her heart of hearts, every little thing is setting her wife over the edge.

"Take this off, right now. Sprigati, cazzo!"

Agatha spits as she drags Rio up from her knees; one hand unleashes from Rio's hair as it comes down to pull at the side of Rio's pants. She's dragging her wife into her lap, wanting her to sit there. Wanting her to take her cock inside of her. Wanting her to fuck herself stupid.

Rio sticks her tongue out at Agatha before she ever so slowly pulls down her pants and underwear; not fully off but enough for her to take Agatha inside of herself. The use of her tongue is a bratty move that makes Agatha's blood boil for different reasons all at once. Sometimes she can't stand Rio being a brat and other times, she basically begs her wife to be one. They both can hear the slight crackling of the dried blood on Rio's clothes as she moves them off of her body. The blood flakes and shifts; disturbed in how they were starting to dry out in dark stains.

Their clothes would all have to be incinerated anyways.

"How long were you thinking of fucking me like this, Agatha? Was it when you had that Boss feeling you up under the table? When you bought him another drink? Whispered in his ear for him to take you out back and fuck you...or was it when his hand started wandering and he grabbed your crotch and found something he wasn't expecting to..."

Vidal's gaze was glued on Agatha's face as she readied herself; grabbing hold once again of Agatha's silicone toy to guide it inside of herself. Agatha's grip released on Rio's hair just enough so she could straighten out her neck and sit down at a proper angle. The second Agatha's head pushed up into herself; she let out a deep moan before using her legs, her thighs, to sink down deeper until she had taken Agatha fully inside of her cunt.

"Gesù Cristo, Vidal..."

Vidal just nodded wordlessly as her eyes fluttered, trying their hardest to stay open as she rolled her hips forwards and back. Her hands moved back to hold on Agatha's knees; steadying herself as she took what was rightfully hers.

Not the power, not the money or the fame. Not the title that came with this line of work she would be stuck in forever until she died.

Her wife fucking her after a kill.

"Oh!....Oh...why don't...you..tell me!..."

Vidal was moaning, high and sweet as she dangerously folded forwards into Agatha. She was already losing herself without a rhythm; wanting to take what she could get as quickly as she could. Vidal had already been teetering over the edge of ecstasy the second they got back into Agatha's car with the body in the trunk.

"Tell you what?!"

"How long you've-"

It's Agatha's turn now to flip the tables as her free hand snakes around Rio's side and dips down past her legs. She can feel the instant throb of Vidal's clit when she presses her fingers against it. Agatha knows this is the nail in the coffin; a final spiral of her wife as she moans and gasps and whines before she completely grinds to a halt. Her body shakes in front of Agatha; eyes rolling back into her skull as her mouth hangs open slightly.

Agatha continues to draw slow lazy circles with her fingers over Vidal's clit. There's a sense of cruelty here, ferocity.

Working her wife up into a stupor as she comes graciously onto her cock.

Rio tries to catch her breath as she swallows hard and pants; hair askew and the darkened stains of blood fleck her skin, her neck and the clothes she still has on.

Agatha grins at the sight of it; caked and crusty in its beautiful burgundy hue. She holds Rio right where she wants her with her fingers pressing hard and her cock deep inside of her.

The other Families don't have a fucking chance between the two of them.

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michilinstar · 26 days ago

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hello is it OK if you can make a fic where the reader manages to finish up nulla's house thank you!

-🌌 anon

My goodness! Hello! Hello! I'm glad that we’re doing the emoji nicknames! I'm planning on posting a list of taken emojis soon if I get enough people to join in. Anyways, I love this ask! When I wanted to first post something, I had trouble even coming up with something to write with. I'm happy to be getting asked, as it's essentially everyone pooling their brainpower together! Small announcement also, I am starting a To Be Hero X fic to all those fans out there, it's basically a Ghost! Nice x Linling may take some time, though. Grateful for this ask! It makes it easier on me since I'm not writing for multiple characters. Thank you again 🌌 Anon!

Reader fixes Nulla's Domain:

Let's be honest, you have absolutely no power to change Nulla's domain from inside the game. But what you can do is fix it from the outside of the game, you have the ability to mess around with the coding (even if Nulla ate like half of it). You took the images of Nulla's domain and started to draw and tweak out some small things. Your art style is different from the rest of the game, but I'm sure Nulla would enjoy the new look nonetheless. Meanwhile, with Nulla, he's confused about why you haven't opened the game yet, he terribly misses you, and needs to execute the next part of the plan. He was bored sitting at his dining table doing father knows what, when he blinked once and his domain started changing all around him! One by one, each room starts looking completely different from the rest of the other domains. Now he has well, color! No more painstakingly white walls and scratchy edges, everything looks much cleaner. When you were done implementing the new backgrounds for the game, you decided to open it up to test if the new images were working correctly. That's when Nulla got notified that you had opened the game and instantly rushed to go find you. “Mi amor, did you do this?” He asked you hastily. You told him that it was, in fact, you who did it, explaining that all you did was mess with the game code. You just couldn’t leave him in such a dull space for this long, so why not a change of environment? For each room, you tried to implement Nulla's favorite things, such as those yellow flowers he loves so dearly; you put them as decoration in every room. And for his signature red suit, you painted a couple of rooms red and the rest a soothing lighter color that pairs well. He was overjoyed when you thought of him enough to want to go out of your way to do this for him. He decided to explore the very same domain he had known since his creation, but everything is now entirely new to him. It reminds him of when he had first appeared in this world and similarly acted this way in the domain. Over time, he just got sick of it. No personality, it just looked like Septem's domain, which he disliked very much. Now it's full of every variety of color he can think of, perfectly mashed together into the ideal home he wished he had gotten. He's grateful for your effort and embraces “you,” which he wishes it was the actual you so he could shower you with all the love he feels for you.

Every bit of support helps me do what I love! Link in the image below!

#to eat a god septem #to eat a god nulla #to eat a god x reader #to eat a god #to eat a god unum

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manonamora-if-reviews · 8 days ago

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Friday Fun-day Five-star day!

I kinda missed... 5/5-day organised by Jess Levine, where you rate 5 games on itch.io (because the algo sucks ass, and you should tell people that you liked their stuff). So I'm doing my part but a bit later. And maybe a bit more than once? like a Throwback-Thursday-When-I-Remember-It's-Thursday type of thing

friday fun-day 5-[star] day Sharing some of my favourite indie games

For this first FFF edition, here are 5 of my favourite IF games. Of varying sizes (5min-2h?), of varying themes, of varying mechanics, but all freaking great! 100% 5-star games in my book (and on itch)! It's hard to choose just five dams...

Computerfriend by Kit Riemer (@adz)

Vanitas by Sweetfish/Ayu (@sweetfishes)

SPILL YOUR GUT by Coral Nulla (@nullamirrors)

InGirum by BenyDanette

The Dying of the Light, by Amanda Walker

If you want some words about them, check below (+ links to reviews):

Computerfriend by Kit Riemer

I wrote a whole review about this game two years ago, but I still think about it often. It's so weird and nihilistic that it becomes strangely comforting. I've been coming back to it a couple of times this past year, especially when things gotten tough - I don't know if the bleakness that become so familiar I needed more of it? I keep finding new neat stuff every time somehow (that or I keep forgetting what I'd already seen).

It even has a mini-sequel! And I highly recommend Verses too (I didn't get it, but it's really good.

Vanitas by Sweetfish

It feels like since I reviewed it, this tiny game became even more relevant. Cohost is gone, Twitter is... something I guess, Reddit is even more a cesspool, and people keep moving around. What will the new flavour of the month be, before it gets enshittified too. I've also returned to it recently, when reading more about the Web Revival and working on my website. It's that comforting feeling that wherever we end up on the internet, we'll find each other.

SPILL YOUR GUT by Coral Nulla

This was part of the reviews that never made it to Tumblr (but you can read it here!), which is a shame, because more people should know about this game. Actually, they should know about the GUT trilogy (since, this is the third opus): GUT THE MOVIE (EctoComp/BareBones 2023), and the Sequel (Really Bad IF). And play it in order. They all hold a dear place in my hear, but I think the third one takes the cake. It's both the WTF-ness of it all, layered and layered and layered. You get lost so easily, within the mazes, and the prose, and the story. But it's worth it. Play each section of this game order though (or the final one won't hit as hard).

InGirum by BenyDanette

It's honestly a crime this game has like 3 ratings on itch (and I contributed to the 3rd this week, because I'd forgotten to do the English version when I reviewed it - and it's the only review on IFDB), or isn't streamed by people. It's so so SO good! You've got a pseudo-documentary style look over an anthology, with a calm but kind of creepy voice-over, bits of puzzle-like anxiety-riddling mini-games, and an interface that really blew me away. It truly brought the best of the bisty/binksi engine. Everything was so well planned, so well executed - it all makes sense in the context of the game.

And for the last one, I'll go with a parser.

The Dying of the Light by Amanda Walker

This was one of my truly favourite game published in 2023. It's difficult to play through it, but that makes the game even more compelling. I talked about it in my review of the game, that even its obvious mechanical flaws push the message further. Having passed some death anniversaries (relevant here) recently, I was reminded how true this game was, how raw it was, how devastating it was. And how understanding it was.

I hope yall check them out, maybe leave a rating or comment.

#interactive fiction #internet culture #complete #friday fun-day 5-star-day #5 for 5 #itch.io #twine game #indie games

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chronicbeans · 5 months ago

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Me getting back into To Eat a God after a lot of people started talking about it on Tumblr is so cool. Especially because I've found that the majority seems to love Nulla, meanwhile I'm over here, having been a Septem enjoyer since before the update came out that allowed up to actually visit Septem and Unum's domains. It's really alcohol because I get to see why people would prefer the other characters to him, and kinda figure out how other people pick their favorites in games like these. Currently it's a lot of personality based things, which makes sense because like... yandere visual novel.

Meanwhile, I love to psychoanalyze characters I like and I think Septem has always been this super interesting case to me. Like, I saw him, and was like "why are you like that?", and now that we know he has a puppet (Rafael), I get to have even MORE info to go "oh, so that's part of why you're like that, so why did it turn out this way?"

Long story short, me trying to explain why I like Septem and Rafael the most be like:

#to eat a god #to eat a god septem #teag #visual novel #Soffis-mbm #My aroace brain can't be normal and get crushes for fictional characters like everybody else does #I gotta write a mental ten page essay about how their brain works before I start crushing apparently #To eat a god rafael #septem #Rafael

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dracosomniac · 2 years ago

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took a break from commissions/Christmas gifts to make some flags to pin to my purse

#nulla makes things #asexual #asexual flag #palestine #palestine flag #ukraine #Ukraine flag #plastic canvas #plastic mesh #yarn crafts #pins

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perpetualprocrastinationisme · 1 year ago

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You know what I want? To know more about Eleanor Blackthorn because she sounds like an amazing woman. Like, her husband's kids from another relationship that happened from his traumatic days in Faerie suddenly appear at their house? She loves them wholeheartedly and makes she sure they know that (which is obvious when Helen talks about her).

She also had two huge art studios for photography and painting which seems odd for a shadowhunter since they tend to shy away from things that may seem too mundane. So, was she a rebel? How did she fall in love with Andrew? Did Julian get his hardcore belief in Lex Malla Lex Nulla from her? Is she why Dru likes horror movies so much and Ty likes Sherlock Holmes? I wonder if Eleanor’s ghost might ever come to comfort Livvy now?

There’s just SO much I want to know about her!

#eleanor blackthorn #helen blackthorn #andrew blackthorn #julian blackthorn #dru blackthorn #ty blackthorn #tiberius blackthorn #livvy blackthorn #tda #the dark artifices #cassandra clare #twp #the wicked powers #shadowhunters #the shadowhunter chronicles

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archer-kacey · 9 months ago

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[1/2] [gimmie a min]

I yearn to make somewhat reasonably paced comics about furries dealing w the horrors of Nulla Terra

(I LOVE SHIPWRECKED 64/HI 09 also this whole thing started because I wondered what Chief was gonna do about nub-holding, seeing as (from what I read) they tend to hurt and it's prob not a good idea to touch them)

#if my love for Stumbler isn't apparent yet then I ain't doing my job #stumbler o'hare #stumbler x wulf #chief wulf #hi 09 #broadside beach #shipwrecked 64 fanart #shipwrecked 64 #archer art

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inkcomposer · 2 months ago

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Denied Requests

Request: Could I get a Cloud Strife graphic? [FFVII Remake or Rebirth, not the original if you can !!!! Reason: I don't feel comfortable with the character or media, I also don't know how to work with that

Request: Can I get some Honeycomb Ralsei graphics? Reason: I don't like Deltarune and I'm not willing to edit original characters of the game, especially AU (as I don't know them)

Request: Can I please get Alan Orion (MDHM) inspired frames? Reason: I don't feel comfortable doing MDHM at the moment

Request: Do you think I can get ZENO remake stamps? Reason: Animanga like style, is in my blacklist

Request: Can I please request some mabosstiff icons with themes of chew toys, tennis balls, cream soda and childish print plasters if possible, with a colour theme of desaturated yellow and orange, thank you!! Reason: I can't figure out how to make this work, plus pokemon is the other alter's speciality

Request: Could I possibly request rentry graphics based on Nulla from To Eat a God? if you can I’d like themes of dark academia and sweets/pastries !! Reason: Tho the media sounds good the style gets me uncomfy after a while of looking at

Request: Scythe from phighting graphics/stamps? :3 Reason: I couldn't find enough media to work with and different appearances make it confusing

Request: i vaguely rememebr you doing tumblr layouts, can i request a virtue from ultrakill tumblr layout? Reason: Send when requests were closed and didn't read the rentry cause is stated that layouts are whitelist-exclusive

Request: You think you could do Ink!sans stamps with a warmer green-yellow color palette(like his eyes in his redesign!!) with comyets art then maybe? Reason: Send when requests were closed

Request: Can you do two raihan and leon graphics and one where they are together pls :3 Reason: Send when requests were closed

Request: Would it be okay to request No Home (specifically Go Haejoon and Baek Eunyung) themed stamps? ^^ Reason: Send when requests were closed

Request: heyo :3 would it be ok if you made some victor (from fallout new Vegas) stamps? i didnt new vegas on your white or black list and i wanted to know :) Reason: Send when requests were closed

Request: May I request a graphic rentry for Pingtsi from chainsaw man? Reason: Animanga style

Request: angelcore themed doll graphic? Reason: Two themes I'm not comfortable doing like a mix up

Request: Calypso island type aesthetic tumblr layout Reason: Pack requests are closed

Request: Eternal Sugar web decor mayhaps? :3 Reason: Pack requests are closed

Request: could you please do dividers and favicons that are crystal themed? Reason: Requests only open for whitelist things

#⸝⸝⸝ the night's beauty⨾ 𓃦⟡ ݁₊ .

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sheepibum · 6 months ago

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Title: a constellation of blood drops

Summary: Tekkadan decides to salvage Gaelio’s mobile suit for spare parts; turns out that the most useful one is the pilot. To the dismay of everyone involved.

i | ii | iii | iv | v |

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VI. nulla dies umquam memori vos eximet aevo (no day shall erase you from the memory of time)

Gaelio has been preemptively regretting having to talk to McGillis about this ever since the last serious conversation he had with Mikazuki. It has made him miserable, but at least he’s prepared when the man boards the Isaribi and makes time to speak with him.

He clears his throat from the dread filling his stomach and forges ahead, because he made a promise, damn it.

“How much do you remember about the laws regarding polygamous marriage for a member of the Seven Stars Families?” is what he says.

Predictably, McGillis turns toward him with a smile that could cut glass.

“Oh? Are you planning that far ahead already?”

Gaelio does his best to shrug without wincing.

“Say, if I were to marry all members of Tekkadan, would they be recognized as free citizens of the Earth Sphere?”

And Gaelio will tell himself later to mark this day on his calendar, because it’s the first time he has managed to surprise McGillis into howling with laughter until he’s a writhing mass of humanity curled up in a ball, trying to fit his fist into his own mouth to hush the sounds he’s making.

“There is...” He gasps, still shaking. “There is a limit to the number of... consorts an heir of one of the families is allowed to have.”

Gaelio sighs; of course there is.

“Less than—” He does a mental calculation, the whole of Tekkadan plus whatever relatives they may have, plus the pastry sisters might be too big of a stretch; he probably would have to make do with the most vulnerable younger members; “—fifty?”

McGillis snorts, but it is good-naturedly and his eyes are still bright. It’s a good look on him. Makes it a bit harder to remember that Gaelio will never forgive him.

“Try twelve.”

“Damn.”

“Yes,” McGillis nods, his smile sharpening in way that is impossible to ignore. “However, there are no laws that limit the number of children an heir of one of the families can adopt to ensure the survival of their House and Legacy.”

Gaelio doesn’t ask is that what you father did? but he thinks about it, and that’s bad enough. Regardless of their past, they are here now, working toward a common goal, and that goal involves making sure that the members of Tekkadan have a life waiting for them when this conflict ends.

“Thank you, McGillis.”

“You’re welcome,” McGillis honest smile is becoming a more common sight these days, but it still manages to punch the breath out of him every time. “But you were also right, should you choose to marry, your spouse would be recognized as a free citizen of the Earth Sphere and part of one of the families.”

“That’s... good.”

“Yes, I suppose Mikazuki Bauduin has a nice ring to it.” And then, because he’s a bastard, he adds: “However, I must remind you that your family will ask you to provide an heir, so you should discuss the topic of surrogacy with him before that.”

It is entirely possible that McGillis is trying to rile him up, but really, they grew up in the same social circles and he should know better. Gaelio has already thought extensively about that.

“That shouldn’t be a problem, Miss Atra seems already determined to carry his children and there is no requirement for the heir of the family to be blood related to me.”

McGillis stares at him gob smacked and Gaelio mentally adds another exclamation point to the mark that he will put on his calendar. He has surprised him twice in less than twenty minutes, surely that is some kind of record. Next thing he knows, McGillis is laughing so hard that he’s in pain and Orga bangs into the door threatening the two of them to behave and don’t make me come in there like an angry mother.

What even is his life.

★

There is no point in pretending that Mikazuki would choose him above everyone else vying for his attention, but those vying for his attention will at last have to recognize that it would be a convenient union. For all involved.

“Four spouses is well within the limits, isn’t it?”

“The Turbines have been a terrible influence on you, Gaelio. But yes, four is a very respectable number, especially so if the point seems to be to ensure an adequate offspring is produced... But four?”

“... Mikazuki should be obvious.”

“So it is, but he is also the choice that would be most contended.”

McGillis doesn’t need to clarify what he means; not only is Mikazuki another man, and a much too young looking one to boot, and that will be enough to get tongues wagging, but he is also from Mars, and not even a citizen but a Human Debris. He has the stigma of the Alaya-Vijnana system quite literally impressed upon his skin. He has no family ties that could offer any sort of advantage financially, politically or otherwise, although the reputation of Tekkadan should at least assuage those seeking advantage in military affairs. He is also, and the thought alone stings, disabled when not plugged to the Barbatos. He is quite possibly the worst choice of a partner he could make. There is no one else he wants more, is the thing.

Atra is little better, and she reminds him too much of his own sister to treat her as anything else, but he could pretend for all of their sakes. Mikazuki would not leave her behind, and Atra would not let Mikazuki go anywhere she wouldn’t be able to follow, so accepting her has been an unavoidable choice.

“Mikazuki and Miss Atra, then, I understand, but the other two?”

Gaelio explains his next choice, making no effort to hide how much it pains him to do so.

Kudelia is a possibility, both a best-case and worst-case scenario at once. On the one hand, a union with her would be glaringly obviously beneficial in all the ways that matter to the remaining members of the Seven Stars, on the other hand, she is as infamous as she is popular and the ideas she fights for haven’t exactly endeared her to those who wish to protect the status quo. He would have to tread lightly when presenting his intentions, but if she cares for Mikazuki, and he knows she does, she would have to accept that the protection offered by his lineage would be an invaluable asset.

“Alright then,” McGillis winces, and it’s a wonder that he has stopped wearing his mask at all times around him. “And the fourth? Orga?”

Orga Itsuka loves Mikazuki in a wholly different way, but he would never accept to marry Gaelio for his sake, pretense or not.

Gaelio sighs, exasperated.

“Hush Middy, at this point I think is accurate to say that I would need a crowbar to pry him off Mikazuki.”

(Orga comes banging at the door not five minutes later, after one of the younger members of Tekkadan goes and tells him that McGillis is being murdered in his own room and is dying quite loudly.

“I swear to god!” Snarls Orga, when he slams open the door, although he doesn’t believe in any higher beings.

“That’s just how he laughs, I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Make him stop!”)

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McGillis is no longer laughing, but there’s a small smile on his face that makes it seem like he’s no longer Atlas, burdened by the weight of the world and its sins.

It is with that same smile, but cold, cold eyes that he turns to Gaelio and speaks once more.

“You’ll have to make sure they survive the war, then.”

Gaelio catches himself before nodding, the tone of McGillis voice so mild he could have been talking about the weather. This is not something they have discussed before.

“War?” The word leaves his chest like a ragged exhalation, and McGillis looks sorry for him.

“... I’m sorry, Gaelio.”

Sometimes, McGillis makes it too easy to remember that he should hate him. That he does, sometimes.

“What have you not told me, McGillis?”

McGillis closes his eyes and begins to talk.

★

“That was your plan?” He sneers, in spite of himself, once McGillis is finished. “That was—that was your plan, that was it?!”

McGillis opens his mouth to defend said plan, be he needn’t have bothered. Gaelio has no intention of letting him speak.

“What were you going to do if they didn’t accept your command?! What made you think they would take a look at a Mobile Suit and submit just for an obsolete law?!”

“It the Gundam with the soul of—”

“It’s a Mobile Suit, for fuck’s sake! A children’s story!”

And oh, isn’t that a revelation. The way McGillis jaw snaps shut, against the cruelty of the world that insists on shattering the ideals he holds most dear? A fairy tale with brave knights that are able to save the world with a feat of valor, of strength?

This world is not so kind.

(Had he always been so naive? Or had he, like Gaelio, chosen to blind himself to whatever threatened the hope he had managed to salvage for himself?)

No, this world is far too cruel for a man like him. He can almost justify still caring for him.

“I always thought you were the smartest out of all of us,” he says, because he still loves this man like a brother, but he hasn’t forgiven him and probably never will. “I’m glad to see that is not the case.”

And then—and then he dares and places his hand on McGillis shoulder, a ghost of a touch.

“I’m sure we can come up with some other plan, between the two of us. Just in case,” he adds, because he doesn’t want to see the hope crushed in his eyes again.

“Yes,” McGillis smiles. “Thank you, Gaelio.”

His real smile is a thing of wonder, so different from the usual, controlled upturn of his mouth than Gaelio learned to associate with the man that it changes his whole face, makes him looks years younger.

Gaelio has to swallow down the bitterness in his throat. This is what he means. So many years, and he never noticed he had been living a lie. He hadn’t wanted to notice, he just wanted the comfort of having his friends, his upper-class life, of not wanting for anything.

He has to go to the Barbatos after that, and for the first time he’s the one who pulls Mikazuki against him and holds him there even though Mikazuki protests that he was practicing his writing. This world is far too cruel. It has taken far too much from the people he has come to care about, and he can’t help—he can’t help but think that it’s not over yet.

★

Given the latest revelations, Gaelio has had no choice but to (once again) come to the same, sad conclusion he’s been trying to forget in this new lease of life: ultimately, he cannot trust McGillis.

Hell, he can only barely trust himself. In all honesty, given that he was born and raised in the same cesspit as McGillis and Catra and Iok fucking Kujan, he shouldn’t trust himself at all.

Unfortunately, circumstances demand that he stepped up and played the role of responsible adult, regardless of how woefully unprepared for that he is.

Indeed: McGillis is delusional and Tekkadan is mostly made up of children with no idea how the world works beyond the horrors they have survived. He has the task of saving them all or the most he can. Obviously he’s the only one who can see the kind of mess they’ll make if left to their own devices. But that’s fine, between himself and Merribit he’s almost certain they can make up for the lack of common sense of everyone else.

Most of all, what he cannot believe is that he’s turned out to be the sensible, reasonable one from among his childhood friends.

★

Spurred by such terrible thoughts, Gaelio find himself once again hunting down Orga Itsuka with the single-mindedness that probably runs in the veins of all children of the Seven Stars Families, much to their detriment. At least it’s being put to good use in this case. Probably.

Orga Itsuka looks warily at him; not like he did at the beginning, or the first time Gaelio cornered demanding a truce, but more as if he knows that he’s not going to like whatever Gaelio has to say but it is nonetheless in his best interests to listen. Merribit, thank all the stars, is also there, holding Orga’s arm like that will prevent him from escaping their clutches.

Like before, Gaelio explains his reasons to Orga Itsuka mostly because he has to make him understand in order for him to give Gaelio permission to assign himself another near-suicidal, but necessary, mission.

Because Rustal Elion is an opponent so far above the wight class of the child soldiers that he would swallow them whole and they’d only notice when they started being digested; that’s the kind of monster that man is, every inch the Head of on the Seven Star Families.

“Rustal Elion will never be your friend, he won’t even be your ally, but if he thinks he can use you to get close to his goal, he’ll do it.”

That man would use someone until he couldn’t wring a single drop of blood more, and then he’d use them to pave his way to the goal he holds dearest above all, that he intends to reach even if it meant betraying and abandoning his own family and subordinates.

“He doesn’t want to be a footnote, he doesn’t want to be just another name in a branch of his family tree; he wants entire chapters in history books to be dedicated to him, he wants to leave a mark.”

Ruthless Elion. Back in the Academy, all the students used to jokingly call him that, in hushed voices. And none of them knew a thing, none of them could have imagined how true that nickname was.

“So offer him that,” Gaelio says, to a wide-eyed Orga. “And give him whatever he asks for when he doesn’t believe you capable of giving him that, because having him as a lukewarm ally will be leagues better than letting him Tekkadan could stand in his way, or, worse, could be used as a stepping stone.”

★

Gaelio bites the inside of his cheek, debating his next betrayal, but merely as a formality. As much as he loves McGillis as a brother, as the best friend he believed him to be, as the man whose ideals he will follow, whose side he will take in the war he’s so hellbent on starting—Gaelio’s heart already has a clear owner.

And if that owner also has a clear owner, then the hierarchy is clear.

Gaelio opens his mouth and spits out the words, half warning, half plea:

“Take it from someone who knows, Orga Itsuka—McGillis has no idea what he’s doing.”

(He doesn’t understand how the real world works, he doesn’t say. In spite of having already been exposed to the worst of it, he definitely will never say.)

★

Orga wavers at that, maybe because it should sound like nothing but lies, maybe because the honesty in Gaelio’s voice feels as though it had to be extracted with hooks and pliers, but he finally concedes.

Gaelio is granted permission to present their case before their enemy, to go into the wolf’s den and offer it a meal in hopes it will choose to ally itself with them.

Mikazuki had made a deal with the devil for their sake. Gaelio would be remiss if he did anything less.

Still, Mikazuki’s devil is made of metal and asked for nothing but flesh; Gaelio’s is flesh and blood and human all over and he doesn’t know yet what he will be asked to give.

But he will give it, if it is in his hands to do so, if that means that Tekkadan, this court of children that Mikazuki would kill and bleed for, can be saved.

Can be safe.

★

Gaelio is not Tekkadan’s, in spite of everything that has happened, he still believes this. Tekkadan, however, is Gaelio’s. Such are the fangs of his upbringing, finally showing.

It is only right, then, that such fangs and claws are put to use in safeguarding what is his.

He prepares for his arranged meeting with Rustal Elion with a fastidiousness that he remember afflicted his mother when she prepared Almiria for her engagement party with McGillis. He was sent appropriate clothing for the occasion, and McGillis even lent him one of his most trusted aides, aware that this would be akin to an opening move in this war he still expected, who had trimmed Gaelio’s hair and once again caked his face in makeup—although, granted, of much higher quality than the one he had previously used to hide his scars.

Gaelio looks at the full-length mirror McGillis’ aide had brought with him, and inspects his perfectly-tailored armor, the subtlety of his war paint, squares his shoulders and goes off to bargain with the devil.

★

Gaelio has already played the zealot before Rustal Elion, it should hardly be a difficult thing to play such role again. If the object of his zealotry has shifted just enough to align with Elion's own interest, no doubt twisted by the very real flaws of the organization he was, oh, so willing to worship before, and how it had only proven to fall short of his expectations after his, oh, so harrowing experiences while undercover—well, people are always willing to see what they want to see. Gaelio won't be even lying, really.

(There was worship of course, as there were expectations, given how he was brought up, his family, his everything, and all those things lie in a heap of bullshit, now that Gaelio has peeked behind the curtain and found the wizened old husk of their ideals, rotting like a corpse left in a basement.)

★

Rustal Elion receives Gaelio personally and escorts him to a chamber in one of his ships so opulent it could be displayed as a piece on a museum dedicated to the influence of the Château de Versailles.

“Please sit, Lord Bauduin. We will have refreshments brought to us in a minute, but I believe you’d prefer some privacy for our discussion.”

“Of course, my thanks for your consideration, Lord Elion,” Gaelio makes a show of bowing his head just a smidgen more than strictly necessary, placing himself squarely beneath his host. “It is an extremely sensitive matter what I wished to discuss with you, although perhaps it would be more accurate to say that I wished to plead my case before you, as someone who as of right now could be considered the head of the Seven Stars families.”

Rustal Elion takes a set before him and laces his fingers together with a placid smile, the very picture of an understanding, doting superior willing to lend an ear to a troubled youth.

“Please speak freely, Lord Bauduin. I am aware of your complicated situation, after all and would happily lend a helping hand should you need it.”

“It is indeed a complicated situation,” Gaelio agrees, demurely. “And I’m afraid that I have only complicated it further during my time… in this mission, in a manner unbefitting of the heir of one of the Seven Stars. Which is why I must beg your assistance, Lord Elion, as I’ve heard you have a vested interest in the standing of Mars and all its citizens.”

This is a fib, and not even a very good one, since all of Gjallarhorn could be said to have such ‘vested interest’, but only for the worse. However, Rustal Elion’s eyes shine with the intensity of a predator smelling blood and he opens his hands in a welcoming, soothing gesture, a friend in Gaelio’s hour of need willing to hear him out, even if the last time they spoke Gaelio had all but called all of Mars the dregs of humanity.

“Of course, Lord Bauduin! Such humanitarian causes are one of the many duties of our station, and your first-hand experience has no doubt granted you a valuable insight of the plights the so-called human debris must endure,” he says, panegyrizing to the point of artifice. “You can rest assured that I will not pass judgment on you, rather, I believe you should be praised for having learned from this experience.”

Gaelio tries not to wince and cannot be sure if he succeeded. He thinks of the many ways he could spin a tale for Rustal Elion to bait him into action, to present the choice of allying himself with—not Tekkadan, certainly not, but the heads of two of the Seven Stars, Six, now that the Issue family has lost its successor. That would give him the support of half the families, not counting his own, an absolute, undeniable majority. It takes him perhaps half a second to realize that, if Rustal Elion deems him untrustworthy, they will all be doomed and there would be no guarantee of him leaving this ship with his life.

Thus, Gaelio, who knows he’s making a gamble he can’t afford to lose, chooses to parade his one weakness in front of Rustal Elion.

“I intend to marry a human debris,” he says, with all the gravitas such declaration of war deserves. “I will not bring shame upon my family, so the laws will have to change. The world will have to change, to make a place for us.”

Gaelio will drag the entire world, kicking and screaming if need be, to the point where they all see at least a fraction of the brilliance he sees in Mikazuki.

“He will not be called a human debris when I marry him; he will be a person, with all the respect that entails. I won’t have the time to formally duel everyone who shows any disrespect otherwise. And I will formally duel everyone, anyone, the whole damn world, to have him.”

Even as the words leave his lips, he knows they are the truth and there’s no hiding that from the predator before him. Rustal Elion must be able to read some of his desperation in Gaelio’s face or voice, because the amiable business smile he had kept firmly affixed on his face finally changed to something realer and hungrier.

“If you can grant me that, Lord Elion,” Gaelio says, with the fervor of the devout. “I promise you will have the support of the Bauduin family in all of your endeavors, as well as my personal cooperation, in whichever manner you see fit to use. I cannot speak for my good friend McGillis, but I have it on good authority that he would me more than amenable to join hands in pursuit of a worthy goal.”

Rustal Elion abandons all pretense of humility, throws his head back and laughs.

“Why! You flatter this old man, Lord Bauduin,” his smile only grows, even as his eyes do his best to dissect Gaelio where he stands. “Should I take this to mean that the Bauduin and Fareed families would support me, either in improving or restructuring Gjallahorn?”

Gaelio’s smile is one that would be at home in a family picture of a perfect day in the park, a charming young man adored by the world, with the rest of his life before him.

“The times have changed, Lord Elion. If the rest of the Heads would rather cling to the stories of old and bury their heads in the sand, we who know better are aware that this means we should change as well. Lord Kujan, for all his brashness, has made it no secret that you are willing to spearhead such changes. Please, do consider our proposal. We have high hopes for a mutually beneficial relationship.”

Gaelio stands up and bends in a perfectly respectful bow, before being escorted to the docks by one of Rustal Elion’s aides. Every step he takes before arriving to his ship, feels like ice cracking below him. It is only until he is on his way back that he allows himself to curl up into a tiny ball and hyperventilate, uncaring of which child has to see one of his breakdowns; by now it is practically a rite of passage.

(For who, he’s not quite sure.)

★

Mikazuki Bauduin.

It is a meagre offering; in another life such statement would be insulting, but in this one Gaelio knows better. He would much rather take Mikazuki’s last name. Gaelio Augus. He would have twice the ‘g’s that Mikazuki treasures for the connection it represents to Orga Itsuka. Gaelio Bauduin, with all the protection the name represents, with all the considerations both political and otherwise that he would be able to give Mikazuki, would be taking that away.

Bauduin.

The name of a ghost, since the scion of the Bauduin might as well be dead, for all that life has changed him.

But he has nothing else to give. Not even his clothes are his own.

Mikazuki Bauduin.

It should make him happy, and it’s a bitter pill to swallow to find out it doesn’t.

Perhaps, once McGillis is done wrecking havoc among the Seven Star Families, once Kudelia is done with her humanitarian work, once Tekkadan doesn’t have any reason to be other than the bonds they have and the moniker of ‘human debris’ is relegated to the gutter where it belongs, once Rustal Elion is done scribbling his name in history books for the sake of the legacy he so dreams of leaving, regardless of whether he has to write it down in ink or blood—perhaps then he will be allowed to be Gaelio Augus, with no need for consorts to ensure an heir, with no obligations to fulfill but those to his own heart.

He hopes Mikazuki is willing to wait for him.

God, he hopes they all are.

★

Ah, but Gaelio is wrong, after all.

This, although not a surprise, for once comes as a relief.

Here it is, something that he has, that is his, that he has been given: strips of pale blue leather, carefully woven and decorated with an iron charm. Tangible proof of the existence of life after death.

And this, too: he promised Mikazuki his own green-house, and he intends to keep that promise, honoring with the gravity of wedding vows and knightly oaths. He thinks of Mikazuki, surrounded by greenery, of Miss Atra’s laughter and Kudelia’s earnestness, and he thinks that there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for a future in which he can have all of that.

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Notes: Haha, it’s been so long I legit had to open up a bunch of wiki pages to look up some stuff. ヾ(￣▽￣)

But everything I was too lazy to look up I made up, yay!

I feel like I like this chapter, but I can't honestly tell anymore; I just wanted to get this out, like, pls just let me finish this damn chapter, I promise I will fix it all pretty when I finally post it on AO3—so here it is! I hope it was worth the wait, and as always thank you to everyone who still reads this thing ヾ(•ω•`)o

The fix-it is really heavy in this one and it will only grow stronger, so please forgive my sins keep that in mind. I’m scrubbing everything that goes wrong in the second season off the face of the planet with these last chapters.

(Augh, I don’t want to write Rustal Elion again, why must I suffer for my craft (；′⌒`))

Also, it's really been a year, right? Darn. Happy winter holidays (again) and happy new year (again), keep taking care of yourselves and eat something tasty and maybe pet a cat!

#ibo constellation #gundam ibo #gaelio bauduin #mikazuki augus #the sheep writes #shameless fix-fic #just one more chapter guys!!!

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