#writings of leonidas

[starii-void]

hc that leo valdez eats thigns like peanut butter and nutella straight out the jar when he’s hungry/bored but too lazy to get anything to eat

Jason, looking for Leo in the Argo II: Hey Leo, how’s the progress on-

Leo, holding a jar of nutella and a spoon as he’s trying to figure out the schemes for something:

Jason:

Leo:

Leo: Look. I wanted sugar. I’m stressed

Jason: The dining room exists for a reason. You created it-

Leo, gesturing at the nutella jar, then at his schematics: Don’t question my ways.

[madwomanxx]

A distraction

Blood and flesh were all Apollo could see. He avoided sleep, relying instead on ambrosia and nectar to replenish his energy. He foolishly hoped the visions would only plague his nightmares. He had never been that lucky.

Everything reminded him of Troilus; the children playing in the wheat fields of Rome, too young for the horrors of war, figs smelled like burning flesh in his nostrils, even the sweet taste of honey cakes dissolved into ashes on his tongue.

"It's been years," Athena so generously reminded him.

"You've lost children before," Boreas tried to console him.

"He wasn't that special, move on!" Artemis yelled, years of getting fed up with his brooding.

Nobody could understand why he was still grieving, not even Ares, who was surprisingly the most sympathetic to his blight.

They talked as if he merely needed a reminder of how insignificant Troilus was in the end. Apollo already knew that; he understood it better than any of them. He knew the second Troilus was out of the womb that he wouldn't make it to twenty-one. Troy must fall; no one could deny the will of Zeus.

Everything reminded him of Troilus. His fingers moved gracefully on the lyre strings like the thread he used to stitch Troilus's body back together. He strummed harder, desperate to will the memory out of his mind. He was a god! What was the point of divinity if he couldn't stop his own pain?!

Harder.

Harder!

Harder!

He threw the lyre at the ground; any more force and it would have split. Maybe he should have. Actually... maybe he should burn it altogether, just like the funeral pyre of Troilus.

Wasn't that what they wanted him to do? To forsake all sentimentality? Why should he cherish Hermes's gift? Hermes, the god who held him back from saving his dead beautiful boy.

"He didn't have a choice, Apollo," the logical voice said. "He was ordered to keep you away. He isn't the favorite; he can't just risk angering Zeus." like you

Why was he always the unreasonable one? Why were his feelings always too much? His reactions always wrong....!?

Why was he expected to forgive Athena—just because Aphrodite and Ares had moved on!?

They didn't suffer like he did. Aphrodite's son lived. He founded Rome. He gave Ares glory the bloodthirsty god could never dream of.

They weren't the same...

They. Were. Not. The. Same.

And Hermes... Hermes deserved to be ignored. He had the audacity to not only rid himself of all blame, but to demand an apology from Apollo for being "too harsh," "too unreasonable!"

He didn't need to get a perfect performance on the job; he didn't need to hold Apollo back while that monster tore his dead son apart for sadistic pleasure. He could've let go after Troilus died. He chose not to...

Hermes didn't care.

Apollo screamed. His throat burned, his voice getting louder, like a mama bear growling to protect her cub. His feet scorched hot, the grass beneath him turned to ash.

There were no lungs to limit him. His voice echoed through Rome, screams in languages that had yet to be invented. Words that he himself had yet to know the meaning of. He screamed until the god of poetry had no more words to shout, only illegible syllables left.

He killed the monster. He had made Achilles suffer a fraction of his agony.

He watched Achilles try to kill himself, filled with guilt for his lover's death.

It wasn't enough; nothing could ever be enough.

Not when he was all alone. Not when his own twin couldn't understand him. Not when his family finally saw him as the pathetic god he fought so hard not to be.

Maybe that's why he hadn't gained much favor in Rome. They saw through his facade of perfection. They saw how unstable he really was. Apollo had hated them for it, though it meant little, he hated everything these days.

They couldn't get rid of him, not after everything he'd done for Greece. He wanted to believe that Zeus would have put an end to Rome had their attempts worked.

But why would he? Apollo had become a shell of his own monument.

His screams slowly faded until only a whimper was left. It's— a voice interrupted his spiral.

"Isn't it too late for a pretty boy like you to be frolicking in the forest?"

Apollo turned around. He knew that voice. Leonidas, son of the current Roman Emperor. Apollo had never met him personally, but he was the god of knowledge, and Leonidas had already gained an impossible to ignore infamy.

"You don't look that much older yourself."

"Well, I'm not the one screaming like a madman in the middle of the woods."

"As opposed to?" Apollo dusted off his tunic, gesturing towards Leonidas.

"Bored." Leonidas shrugged.

"You don't seem to be hunting. What other entertainment could you possibly find here? Looking for a nymph? I'd argue that is far more fitting of madness."

"Hm. I guess you're far too eloquent to be mad."

"Oh? Thank you so much, I was just dying for your medical diagnosis!"

Leonidas quickly coughed in a futile attempt to mask his laughter. Apollo smirked. This was just the distraction he needed.

He moved closer, observing Leonidas; his hair was cut short, unlike the flowing locks youths had back in Greece. His tunic was red with intricate golden embroidered laurels, golden armbands tightened around his biceps, clearly never one to skip training or sports. Apollo could see the tension in his muscles. He wondered if the man even knew how to relax.

"You didn't answer my question," Leonidas said.

Apollo shrugged. "I suppose it is late, yes."

"That wasn't what I meant," Leonidas said.

"That's the only question you asked."

"You're so lucky I'm feeling generous tonight," Leonidas sighed. "Why are you here?"

"Seemed like a perfectly isolated spot to scream like a madman."

"You're really infuriating."

Apollo chuckled, his voice making Leonidas feel slightly less irritated with this beautiful strange man, but only slightly. "You aren't as charming as you think."

"And yet, you're still here."

Apollo stepped even closer, his face no longer obscured by the dark.

"I'm bored, and you're pretty enough to entertain." Leonidas closed the space between them, barely leaving enough room to breathe.

"Oh? Hoping to get lucky?" Apollo tilted his head playfully.

"I don't need to hope." Leonidas placed a hand on the side of Apollo's neck; he smirked like a wolf cornering its prey.

Apollo simply smiled, grabbing Leonidas's hand with his own, soft and gentle, a contrast to the rough edges of Leonidas's. His eyes shined golden. "Let's dance."

Leonidas backed away, startled. As the realization of what this man is dawned on him, he tried to pull back, but Apollo didn't let go. His grip firm and tender.

"Who are you?" He kept his voice steady, despite every bone in his body screaming to run away.

He wasn't the wolf.

Apollo ignored his question, snapping his fingers. The lyre hovered on the ground and began playing itself.

"You can dance, can't you? Dance with me. If you dance well, I'll answer... mm... some of your questions!" Apollo said.

"Men don't dance..." Leonidas's throat grated, holding back a growl, except Apollo could feel the slight strain hidden in his voice. Leonidas was afraid.

He smiled softly. "Then... follow my lead."

Apollo released Leonidas's hand and began to circle him, every step slow and deliberate. The lyre quickened, and so did Apollo, keeping his gaze locked on Leonidas, eyes daring him, as he moved swiftly with the wind.

Not one to turn down a challenge, Leonidas joined him. He moved with unexpected grace. Their eyes locked on each other. Apollo flashed him a smirk. The music quickened.

Leonidas, refusing to fall behind and determined to not lose, kept dancing until his feet could no longer keep up. He stumbled.

Apollo caught him before he hit the ground.

The lyre stopped. Only the sound of Leonidas's ragged breathing remained. Both were drenched in sweat.

"I thought you said you can't dance," Apollo teased.

Leonidas pulled away, face flushed. The words shut up were on the tip of his tongue, but he thought better than to risk insulting a god.

"...Let's take a bath!" Apollo said.

Leonidas stared at him, his jaw dropped. "Just who the fuck are you?"

"It's just us! I'll answer your questions in the lake,come on!"

"You said if I danced well, not if I bathed in a lake!"

"Do you happen to know any bathhouse that opens at this time?" Apollo crossed his arms.

Leonidas glared silently.

"That's what I thought, come on."

Apollo started taking off his cloak and tunic. Leonidas reluctantly followed suit. He hated following orders, even if it was from a god.

He got in the lake, surprised by how warm it was.

"I wasn't going to force you into the cold water," Apollo said. "I can be nice!"

"Sure.... I still don't know which god you are."

"I rather thought it was quite obvious."

"Wouldn't risk my head with a guess."

"Mmm, I suppose you have been as careful as you could be with your attitude, Caesar."

"I could be nicer, my lord."

Apollo chuckled. "Hades, no! Apollo will suffice, Leonidas." He smiled gently.

"Of course you already knew me," Leonidas gritted his teeth.

Apollo shrugged. "You may ask me anything, I won't be offended. Though I might not answer."

"I suppose I'll have to repeat my original question, why are you here?"

"Why was I screaming like a madman?"

"I didn't know you were a god then—"

"Leonidas, relax!," Apollo laughed. "I'm not that easily offended!" anymore went unsaid.

"Gods need to let out unsavory emotions too," he looked at Leonidas's hands. "How about you?"

"...Practice."

"Practice what?"

Leonidas mumbled, "Dancing."

Apollo's smile softened. "I'd be happy to be your teacher."

"...What?"

"You can only learn so much from watching slaves revel. I can teach you! I'm a fun teacher!" Apollo winked.

"You're... serious..."

"Why would I lie to you? I'm the god of truth."

"I... wasn't expecting it. It's not—"

"Manly? Proper? Roman?" Apollot ran his fingers through his wet hair. "Hmm... I'd have thought you were too confident for such insecurities."

"I am!!"

"If you were, you wouldn't be so ashamed when alone."

"......"

Apollo swam closer. He took Leonidas's hands in his. "You shouldn't care too much, you have something much higher than principles."

"...What? You?"

Apollo kissed him gently. "My blessing," he whispered.

Notes :

1) Apparently bathing outside not inside bathhouses thermae, was considered rural and generally frowned upon, especially for high class and nobles

2) Also apparently, instead of prince the son of an emperor title would be Caesar, especially if the son is meant to the heir!

3) Dancing in ancient Rome for men is also very frowned upon, very unlike Greeks

4) If anyone read TOA- yes Leonidas, the oc was inspired by Commodus. I really liked the idea of the power imbalance in the relationship, I really want to highlight it even more using my version of Apollo. I briefly considered just making a fanfic about Commodus x Apollo, sure my Apollo is a bit different but I think it could've passed- I just didn't feel comfortable enough writing with a real emperor in mind. Like I actually love and seek fics for the ships, so I have no problem with it!! I was surprised that I felt uncomfortable about it- I guess real people are my only limit?

4) This is the angst idea I got from seeing Hermes in the Francois vase, as far as myths and the vase go. Hermes was just there to deliver the soul, I basically wrote all of this because I thought the idea is interesting, I'm a sucker for angst and make up sex XD

5) Zeus isn't a bad father here, Apollo's thoughts especially in this state aren't necessarily true. To me Apollo is very self centered, he gets so lost in his own head ( I highlight this even more with how I imagine his prophecy domain to work) that he projects his own feelings and insecurities onto others. This goes both ways, he can love a person too much, get too into his own head which's also a bit messy from prophecies, and just assume the person totally loved him back too. Same goes for hate extra. This is just me mixing tragic prophet struggles with telling future, present and last apart with being an artists!

6) Yes! Apollo holds grudges haaard, he has been giving Hermes the silent treatment for years- I just think most gods have a fucked perception of time? Like how fast they age is dependent on many factors for example. It's a whole thing-

7) I've actually been working on this since before I posted my discovery of the vase ( I just forgot to do it earlier tbh-) so if the first half feels more polished, thaat's probably why. I went back to reread and edit every time I continued writing

8) I REEEEALLY tried to keep punctuation and tense consistent, I tried my best😭

This is definitely a little better than my never going to post writing, I still can't figure out how to end things-

Hope you enjoyed reading!

[lostsyren]

GTA!RAFIA AU

[ Loosely based on the characters:

Lucia Caminos and Jason Duval ]

SUMMARY

Outer Banks. Paradise on Earth. But on the drug riddled streets of the Cut, that’s not what it feels like to Sofia Flores. She just wants to escape the muggy marshlands and get off the sticky tarmac that clings to the soles of her reeboks. But that’s a tough dream to dream with a family that needs her. So when she meets the smooth talking Rafe Cameron, maybe she’s finally found her ticket out of ‘paradise’…

On the sunny planes and stretching golf courses of Figure 8, Rafe Cameron is driven out by his overbearing father. He gets roped into the underworld of the Cut, trafficking in drugs, guns and cash— a whole lotta cash. But still it’s not enough. He wants to make it big. To be the man. And he’s got an idea to make that dream happen. So when Sofia Flores walks into his life, Rafe knows he needs her— in more ways than one.

CHARACTER INTRODUCTIONS

RAFE CAMERON

Rafe Cameron has a bad habit and an insatiable appetite for money. His dad thinks he’s useless, his friends think he’s a joke, but he proves them wrong. He meets Barry and gets involved in the seedy world of dope and dealings. He buffs up. He buzzes his hair. He’s finally making his own cold hard cash and proving Ward wrong.

But when he sees the pretty bartender from the country club over at Barry’s place, she becomes his new stimulant. Too bad she won’t give him the time of day.

But when she gets bagged by the cops, Rafe decides to help her out while Barry’s too busy patching up the drug bust.

If he wants to get her attention then he needs to trade in the currency of the Cut— favours.

They can both help each other out. Rafe’s got some ideas already…

SOFIA FLORES

Sofia Flores has always been a grifter— or as she likes to call it a hard worker. Whether it be working shifts at the country club, slipping her fingers into the patrons deep, deep wallets, or weaselling her way into the shady business that goes down on the outskirts of the Cut, Sofia has one incentive— provide for her family and finally escape this god forsaken island.

But when she meets Rafe Cameron one fateful night at Barry’s trailer, all that changes.

A deal goes wrong. The door bursts open. She’s too slow. And that’s how Sofia ends up in the back of a Kildare County cop car.

But less than 24 hours later, after she’d sat slumped against the grimy walls of her cell, trying to figure out how exactly the cops had busted them, she hears a patter of footsteps and the rattle of keys— Shoupe lets her go.

Turns out someone made bail.

And when she walks out of the Sheriff’s office, who does she see? No other than Rafe Cameron slouched against the hood of his car…

[starry-sophrosyne]

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ELDETTE. I NEED YOU TO UNDESTAND. The temptation that ate away at me yesterday to write something about them?.. (literally only got overwritten bc i was dead tired- /srs)

Doomed yaoi but it's not concurrent, and it's not redeemable. Doomed yaoi but it once was the silly dreams of two teenage boys almost flunking college, spending their time up on the rooftops with their heads in each other's laps; Their legs hanging off of the sides of buildings, talking about their hopes for the future in what are now distant conversations. Doomed yaoi that, after going down separate paths in the past, eventually reconverged with one having gone astray, down a path of irreversible toxicity. Doomed yaoi that eventually ends in a conversation, minutes before a world that's inflicted nothing but hurt and pain on certain people falls apart.

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"You can still change, Leo. Do the same thing they did. Leave it all behind, go somewhere else? Start a new life for yourself, in a place where no one will find you? You still have time."

"... Are you stupid?"

"!.."

"I'm not a good person Tox. Me being "hurt" doesn't change anything, it doesn't atone for what I've done or make my situation remorseful to others. If I continue the cycle of inflicting pain onto others and it's not unintentional*, then my reasoning doesn't matter. I am plain evil; no different from a person who's not hurt, and all the same as anyone else."

* "... I don't even remember if it wasn't before."

"..."

"I can't change, nor can I ever be accepted somewhere else. My past would catch up with me eventually, and besides, old habits die hard."

"Maybe you think that because you don't believe you deserve a second chance, but even though you hurt people..."

"... See what I mean? You can't think of a redeeming quality for me either."

"..."

"I've told so other people this same thing, about being a lost cause. Manipulated, controlled them with it. Do you really believe that I don't think it applies to myself too?"

"... Leo, I-"

"I'm not the person I was back in college, Ztar. You know that better than anybody. Now, go. I don't want to see your face ever again."

"..."

[lavenderfairiez]

Okay so the next chapter of my fic could be broken up into two separate chapters, it's long enough and there is a good pausing point in the middle.

[w3atherboy-is-lost-again]

How fo you put a autocorrectpr en English?

I'm tratando de punto the autocorrectpr in Inglés butaca I canoa 😭

It keeps haciendo

[stxrmcloud]

MASH Fic Pairing!

Requested by @remyfire on Discord: Charles seeing his first Korea Fall :) Charles/Leonidas (OC) - As the Night Changes

After a long day in Post-Op, Leonidas is finally released from his nursing duties around 1900. He stretches his arms over his head, groaning a bit as his hip pops. 23 years old and yet he swears he's pushing 40. Leaves fall around him as he walks back to the Swamp with his hands in his pockets, and Leonidas smiles. This is his second Fall of Korea and it's just as beautiful as the first. When he gets closer to the Swamp, he sees Charles standing just outside the door with his eyes trained on the trees at the edge of the 4077th.

"Pretty, ain't it?" Leonidas asks, stepping up to Charles's side and pulling out a cigarette. Charles stays silent, something Leonidas wasn't expecting. He's used to Charles snipping at him about the dangers of using cigarettes, not staying quiet. "Major?" He tries.

"Oh!" Charles's title seems to snap him out of whatever trance he was in. "Pardon me, Mylonas.. I did not expect to see you out of Post-Op so soon." He slips back into his usual uptight persona, almost like the little vulnerability he showed wasn't there to begin with.

"You can call me Leonidas, Major. You know that, right?" Leonidas asks. he finds his lighter and lights his cigarette aflame, taking a drag as he puts the lighter away. "It's beautiful, you know.. Never seen anything like it." And he was telling the truth. The fall leaves in Boston, or even Piraeus, were nothing compared to the beauty of the Korean Fall.

"I never expected a place like this to be so.. colorful." Charles says quietly. He's letting his vulnerability show again and Leonidas swears his own heart skips a beat. A leaf falls in front of Leonidas and he takes it in his hand, feeling the texture. He hands it over to Charles, smiling.

"Just wait until tomorrow, Major." He says. "This place will be littered with beautiful leaves and white flowers." Charles just stares at the leaf in his hand while Leonidas puffs on his cigarette. 'Maybe..' Charles thinks, looking over at Leonidas with a small blush on his ears. 'Maybe Korea isn't so bad..'

[beastsovrevelation]

Satan and Michael are siblings, alright?..

Neither sure pulls any punches.

[valeriefauxnom]

The General Story of Scaling the Walls of a Mystery As Partially Represented by Onion Headlines In Vaguely Chronological Order

[froppy-butterflyfan2000]

The slayer, a knight in white and blue, Bonny Redford slammed her eyes shut as she could not believe that this dragon is nestling. He is hugging his gold, ready to defend it with his life on the line.

"I cannot believe I was being lie to. The village chief said that the dragon is an adult. It is just a baby!" said Bonny, cocking her head, examining the baby dragon. It doesn't have black scales with a color accent as well. "And it is not a dark dragon too!"

Bonny taps her armours, seeing the bundle of gold. She looks small than what is according to the information given to her by a village chief. Did she tracks down the wrong dragon then? Bonny keep tapping on her armours when suddenly, Bonny feels a presence, she picks up her sword from her hilt and point at the person who is storming toward her.

"Whom thou there?!"

Bonny points at a wizard and another knight, dressed in purple armour.

"Please lays down your sword! I bring no harm to you, or the dragon. I am just coming to retrieve the dragon." said the knight, ready to wield his own sword to fight if action speaks louder than words.

The knight turns to face the chief of the village, a mewman who hunched over to look shorter, with an unrelenting stare.

"He won't be slain and we, The Guardians won't let this happen." said the purple knight.

Bonny looks at the knight and wizard named Leonidas, who call themselves 'The Guardians', rolling skyward.

"Antoine is telling the truth dear knight from an unknown faction," said the wizard. He pulls out the document that approves that they will take on the mission in their hands, assuring no one get hurt. There is a stamp from the supernatural community on the document to show it is legitimate. "You can leave, but I suggest you come with us to Echo Creek to know which community you are from."

~~

The colleagues of his looks at Antoine. He is holding a hatchling in his arms. While the blue-and-white knight, Bonny, is taken in for questioning by the Echo Creek Knights.

“Commander Antoine, you know that the dragon will grow up to become an adult dragon whose would burn an entire city if their treasure, their emotionally valuable, is at stake.” Said Barbara.

"Antoine….?" said another Guardian, seeing Antoine's gaze turn glaze and shift his eyes at baby dragon, having a tantrum when witnessing his gold is being taken.

The Cleansers slewed a dragon from Ravenville, they proclaim that the dragon is a threat. It is true though... The dragon had burned down Ravenville, putting lives in danger. He only did this because his treasure is threatened, a dragon got to do what a dragon got to do.

Despite not saving the dragon's life and the failure of preventing the dragon from burning down the town of Ravenville before The Cleansers did. At least, the Guardians manage to rescue the pets that were taking shelter in the reinforced monster shop cellar in the pet shop thanks to a call from Brady Plunkett, a monster specialist and ambassador for Ravenville's monster civilians, requesting for back ups. Sadly some of the monsters decide to leave this town to go to another safe zone because of their feelings of being unsafe. This leads to owners and their family leaving the town of Ravenville for them, causing Brady to feels devastated. And other safe zones having to process approval for people to live there.

"It was supposed to be my new home,” said a recent civilian of Ravenville, well suppose to be. “Until those bastards decide to disturb this monster’s slumber."

"We must not make new mistakes. We will get this dragon a new owner to reign the fiery temper," said Antoine. "Before it becomes difficult as he ages."

Antoine Diaz and the Cappyverse belongs to @ej-cappy-universe

Barbara, Bonny Redford (Darling Charming x Chase Redford), and Leonidas belong to me, @froppy-butterflyfan2000

Ever After High belongs to Mattel

Star Vs. The Forces of Evil belong to Disney, all rights of SVTFOE is Disney's.

Brady's Beasts belongs to Gilles Deyriés and once aired on YTV

A dragon has been demanding tribute of gold from a small village for years. And when they finally hire a slayer to deal with it, the slayer finds a dragon thats barely a hatchling

[astracora]

Scared

Characters: Leonidas x Nikkou x Cailean

Warnings: Past Abuse Mention, Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 922

Written: 28th September 2020

Leonidas couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt comfort like this.

Fingers tracing the patterns of the tattoos on his back.

Hands brushing through his hair and over his ears.

Two heartbeats pressed against him.

He knew eventually he’d need to wake up and disturb a perfect moment, that he’d have to pull away from the heat of being wrapped between two people. He knew that… but it didn’t have to be yet.

"What are you frowning at babe?"

He looked up at Nikkou, who had a sleepy but satisfied smirk on their face. The feline ran their hand from Leon’s hair and cupped his cheek, smoothing over his markings. He felt himself smile and turned his face to kiss their palm, "I didn’t mean to frown."

Cailean tightened his arms around Leon’s waist, grumbling something neither of them could make out against the back of the leopard’s neck.

"If we could hear you, love, we’d happily answer."

The selkie grumbled again, pulling himself up to peer at them both through messy, tangled hair, "Why are you frowning?" He looked irritable at having to speak, but the worry in his eyes belied it. A fear that he would never dare speak.

Waiting to be told something was wrong.

Leon felt his cheeks warm and sat up, pulling himself out of their arms just enough so he could see them both. He watched Cai straighten up, exhausted and sleepy but sitting back on his haunches to watch Leon. Like he might bolt.

Nikkou reached over and took his hand, rubbing a thumb over the back of Cai’s hand, to calm the bristling along his back. "You are far more docile after sex, aren’t you?"

With a growl the selkie turned his eyes to Leon, opting to ignore the nekomata in favour of watching Leon rub at his arm.

"I… Didn’t mean to. I suppose I’m scared."

The two looked at each other and then back at the man, Cai’s head tilting, and Nikkou kept his expression neutral. "Scared of what Petal?"

Scared of so many things. Scared of attachment. Scared of being broken again. Scared of being hurt. Scared of not being enough… Scared to let someone down. Scared. He’d never known success, or love. Not really.

It had taken a long time to overcome what his ex had done to him. Yet that little nagging voice at the back of his head still made him worry.

What if it was him? What if he was the problem?

He voiced it, voice trembling and words shaking. Fragile like they were made of glass already broken.

They knew what had happened, they knew that he’d started to overcome that fear. Scars didn’t just disappear though, and the weight they’d left was still a palpable one he would likely always fight with.

Cai was the first to move, his face carved into a frustrated scowl as he edged over the bed and wrapped his arms around Leon’s waist, burying his head into his side. "It’s scary." Both Nikkou and Leon froze, looking down at the man. He was blinking and fighting a yawn, arms tight, his blue-green eyes staring up at Leon.

He opened his mouth again, this time speaking louder, not muffled against warm skin, "It’s scary, to be vulnerable around others. Scary to think they might hurt you. Maybe they will, but if you’re happy right now, it’s worth it right?"

Leon reached down, forcing his hands out of fists and running his fingers through Cai’s hair, hearing a low grumble of approval from the half asleep man.

He really was more honest when he was tired.

Nikkou chuckled, eyes crinkling as they watched the two, "He’s not wrong. There nothing wrong with being scared, as long as it doesn’t tie you down." They crawled back up to the head of the bed, lying down and rather ungracefully pulling Leonidas’ back against their chest, wrapping their legs around his, "After all, that’d be my job right?"

They watched with amusement as heat crept up the leopard’s cheeks, and a deep blush coloured Cai’s disgruntled face, who had now been left back on the empty side of the bed.

"Come here Sulky." Nikkou called out, stretching out their hands to tug Cai’s.

He let himself be pulled into Leon’s chest, Nikkou’s hand drifting patterns down his back. "Not… sulky…" He managed between a yawn, burying his face against Leon, "Happy…" It was seconds after that, that the two watched Cai fall asleep. Gentle snores and small breath dusting against Leon’s heart.

He leaned his head back against Nikkou’s as they both watched the Selkie slumber. Spent and comfortable.

"Hear that? He’s happy." Nikkou lilted, pressing a kiss to Leon’s forehead.

He laughed, very softly, holding back so he didn’t jolt him, "Happy…" He was happy, beyond happy. He was safe, comfortable and loved.

Even if he was scared, even if the more he loved, the more scared he was… he knew that the happiness was worth it.

"So am I." Leon whispered, letting his eyes drift shut as he felt Nikkou tracing patterns on his skin.

He distinctly felt the nekomata smile against his skin, could have sworn he heard them laugh, and definitely fell asleep as they whispered words into the night.

"I love you."

[itachi86]

2 more days until masquerade of the heart!

[auriala]

does this count as happy new years? sort of. have a good 2024, guys <3

[hivemuthur]

the king of gay smut is a cat, who knew?

15 y.o ancient cat dreaming about gay scientists before whispering to me a freaky smut or the saddes angst I should write down for a fanfic he'll soon learn overseas telepathy to comunicate with you @hivemuthur

[bones4thecats]

Adopting Their Fallen Enemy's Child (PT.2) ~ RoR/SnV x Child! Reader

Type of Writing: Poll Result Characters: Beelzebub, Apollo, & Child! Reader Name: Adopting Their Fallen Enemy's Child (PT.2) Original Poll Results: Here Other Parts: (PT.1)

A/N: Because of how long the poll result was, I decided to make this into two different parts! I hope you guys enjoy this and have a nice day/night!

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🪰 He saw Tesla as weak and pathetic, but even he had to admit, the way he held himself in battle with his wits was quite impressive for a human, but he did not wish to show any kind of compassion towards the human, he still lost

🪰 And when he heard the sound of a child crying and hugging a piece of metal, he turned around and saw a young child wearing the same pair of goggles that the human he had just defeat wore

🪰 Beelzebub tilted his head as you cried while your father kneeled and hugged you as he crumbled away into nothing, and what he said to you reminded him of Lilith…

“ I will always be with you, in life and death… I love you, my little ray of hope… “

🪰 The God of Darkness could hear your cries of pain and depression, and it made his heart hurt so much, but he couldn’t tell why… why did he feel… bad for you?

🪰 You looked over your shoulder at him and flinched as he took steps towards you, but the Watchman of the Apocalypse could sense how he was about to kill you, so he stood in front of you and held you on his shoulder while beckoning the oldest Valkyrie to grab you from the field

🪰 He would watch you sit by the feet of the Valkyrie, looking up at the Gods once and while whenever they landed a hit on your human fighter, but the one God you looked at the most of Beelzebub, if he was even there

🪰 Beelzebub eventually heard a knock on his door and saw the eleventh Valkyrie sister, Hlökk, staring at him before saying how you wished to speak to him

🪰 He tilted his head in confusion while looking down at you, you shared the same shimmer in your eyes that your father had, and it surprised him that you wanted to talk to him, you saw how he killed your father, why didn’t you hate him?

🪰 When he spoke to you about your father with the oldest Valkyrie and the Buddha in the next room, he watched how you admired his work, and even corrected a few things, that was when he knew…

🪰 He didn’t want to leave you alone in this world without any family, so, he offered the Human’s the ultimate choice

“ Brunhilde, I would like to propose a deal. I will take care of the young Tesla child and teach them everything their father would’ve while alive. I swear to keep them protected from anything dangerous. “

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☀️ He had to admit, your father was quite the fighter, he was an honorable man, and when he turned around to hear the cheers from his nymphs, what he didn’t expect was the quiet words of Leonidas, the King of Sparta, speaking

☀️ Apollo turned around and saw a young child standing in front of the man, holding a spear, one that was made for their small form, and seeing the King just smile and hug the child before speaking his final goodbyes and bursting into the shards of his life, it just made the God look at the child with sadness

☀️ The God of the Sun looked at you with apparent regret in his eyes, he never knew that the battle-driven man he fought had a child, nonetheless one that couldn’t even had been a full-grown teenager

☀️ You smiled as your father gave you one last kiss on the head and loving grin, and seeing you hug the man’s shattered leg made Apollo look at you with pity, and when the Valkyrie and human faded away to the sky, he walked up behind you and tapped your shoulder, alerting you the man who killed your father was there

☀️ His eyebrows furrowed and he sat down on his knees to stare into your eyes, smiling as you touched his face, trying to wipe away any blood from the wound

☀️ Despite him killing your father right in front of you, you still showed care for him, and when he asked you why you were trying to fix his appearance up, you answered with a polite;

“ My father told me it was a fair fight. And in fair fights, you need to treat the winner not like garbage, but like a treasure. You won fair and square, and while I feel sad of losing my father, I will not hold a grudge against you, God of the Sun. “

☀️ Apollo smiled and patted your head before standing and lifting you up into his arms to carry you back to the Gods’ infirmary, and once you came into the hallway of the arena, you looked at him and kept trying to whip the blood on his face away, claiming it would ruin his reputation if it stayed there and stained

☀️ While he healed, you stayed by his side, trying to make him tell you more stories of the battles he watched your father participate in, and because of how much time you two spent together, Apollo couldn’t help but start seeing you as his own

☀️ One day, he eventually asked a question that would make your life whole again;

“ Y/N, child of Leonidas and heir of Sparta, you are unlike any other child I’ve ever seen in my life. I would be greatly honored if you would do me the pleasure of becoming my child. I understand I will not fully replace your father, and I am alright with that, but you being alone is something I cannot stand. So, what do you say, youngling? “

[amphitriteswife]

‘Would you still love me if i was a worm?’

Ror characters

No.

Poseidon, Lu bu, Brunhilde, Odin, Loki, Qin shi huang, hajun, Adamas, Jack the ripper, Isaac newton. Kali, sun wukong, Ra, evil zerofuku, proteus (w everyone else)

Ofcourse! I’ll even build you a little house!

Raiden, Heracles, Ares, Trud, Randgriz, anubis, Adam, Eve, Tsukuyomi, lucifer, Azazel, Kojiro sasaki, Tesla, Parvati, good zerofuku. Siegfried, Goll, proteus (w poseidon), Rudra, Jataka

You would be dirty asf, but i’ll still care for you.

Hades, Okita, Buddha, leonidas, Nostradamus, Shiva, Durga, Lilith, Morrigan, Apollo, Susanoo, Geirölul, Gondull, Reginleif, zeus

As long as you don’t get eaten or thrown away.

Beelzebub, Buddha, poseidon, Loki, Jarl, Heimdall, Hrist, Aphrodite, vishnu, indra, Brahma, Cú chulainn, Jesus, Thor

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