#the way Athena calmed him down was so beautiful

[abbyholmes]

That Bathena moment when they nearly drowned?

When I tell you I SOBBED…

I have yet to get through a single season of this show without ugly crying at least once.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

For the Love of God(dess) || CL16 {2}

Summary: Greek God/dess AU. You show Charles a part of your world and he shows you a part of his. Warnings: angst, fluff WC: 2.6k Part One || Two

The old stone path should have been worn for all the centuries that it had been used as the entrance to Olympus but it was still as perfect as it was the first time you walked it. Nothing ever changed, not since the war ended and a new hierarchy settled among the gods. For two thousand years nothing had changed in the Eternal City.

“Love, what have you done?” The imposing form of Ares filled the road to your temple, his arms the size of your waist. His molten red eyes barely glanced at the man at your side before snapping back with a double take. “Kàrolos?”

“Uh, so everyone keeps saying,” he answered quietly, his eyes sizing up the God of War as he spoke for the first time since arriving through the portal. “And you are?”

“Intrigued,” Ares said with a smirk. “Good luck.”

The god vanished and Charles rubbed at his head, murmuring, “Fucking weird dream.”

“You’ll wake up soon,” you sighed. It might not be the wake up he expected, but it was coming - you just had to find Athena. “I know someone who can help make sense of this, we just need to get you back to my place first. It’s right over h-” your words froze as turned towards your temple. 

Where grey stone walls had stood, great white pillars of marble rose. Where empty garden beds lay, hundreds of white roses bloomed. 

Your temple had been restored.

“This is your home?” Charles asked, a little awestruck by the sounds of it. It was quite amusing that he walked among the gods but he found beauty in a building of all things.

“Our home.”

“I have a home - in Monaco.”

You opened your mouth to argue but saw the quiet desperation in his features. He was clinging to his humanity and it forced you to remember that this wasn’t the Kàrolos you knew, this was a stranger. The only resemblance they held were their eyes, but they were the window to the soul and they still had the same soul. 

“Let’s just go inside.”

The doors beyond the marble arch swung open on your approach and the interior had changed just as much. The vast room was open to the sunlight and a fountain filled the centre, the sound of bubbling water a calming feature. Open arches led to more rooms but you made your way to the furthest one. 

Charles followed sedately into the bedroom and out onto the balcony that overlooked the city. Above rose the peak which Zeus had claimed, his golden palace glittering beneath Apollo’s sunshine. Below, the forests of Artemis spread far and wide with lush green canopies and the Orlias river winding through it. 

Your palms warmed on the stone railing as you watched a herd of deer pick their way to the river for a drink. “I know you have a million questions and I’m sorry for…everything.”

Charles’ shoulder leaned into yours as he drank in the scenery but he jumped back when an owl swooped in, the spotted wings brushing his cheek. A flash of light burst from the owl and bare feet touched down on the balcony. 

“Hmmm, you have had quite the night, Love,” she said with an appreciative look over Charles. She reached out to his face with a smile and wiggled her fingers. “May I?”

“Why? What are you going to do? Who are you?”

“So many questions,” she laughed. “I am Athena, I am knowledge, and if you want the answers then you will let me touch you.”

He looked to you for help and gods damned if it didn’t make something in your chest hurt before you nodded. He swallowed the fear of the unknown and trusted you as he stepped into her waiting hands. Lightning shattered his brain, blinding him with flashes of images that moved too fast to see. But he knew. Knowledge expanded and exploded in his mind at an exponential rate until he knew everything. Thousands of years of history burned into his retina in less than a second. The history of the gods and goddesses that called this place home. The history of the wars and the destruction it brought. The history of you and everything you lost.

He knew it all. And it hurt more than the pain that splintered his head.

He didn’t even realise he collapsed until he felt the softest mattress dip beneath his weight as you laid him down. Your concerned face appeared above him, the sun catching your hair and weaving a golden halo around the strands. A thought crossed his mind and he laughed, shaking his head.

“What?” you asked curiously as his fingers twitched like he had to fight the urge to reach out to you.

“When we met I thought you looked like a goddess, but of course you do. You are.” He looked to the balcony but the owl had already taken flight back to her palace on the hill. “I’m not him, you know.”

“I know.” The man you loved had died a long time ago. You had your time together, no matter how short, and you had mourned for him. It was time to move on. “I don’t want you to be Kàrolos. I want to learn who you are, Charles.”

“And what if you don’t like who I am?”

“I am the Goddess of Love,” you teased, climbing onto the bed to sit beside him. “My arrows don’t work unless there is compatibility between the souls. Psyche is probably better off explaining that but my power only amplifies what attraction is already there. Can’t say I have been on the receiving end of it before. This will take some getting used to.”

“What will?”

“The want, the need to touch you,” you confessed as you looked down at your hands that gripped the bedspread tightly. “It is difficult to be this close and not reach out.”

Charles frowned. “You loved Kàrolos but you didn’t use an arrow?”

“Not everyone needs an arrow to fall in love. Like I said, it only amplifies. People find love on their own everyday, only some need a little poke in the right direction. Those friends who have been dancing around each other for years, the abused who don’t think they are worthy of being loved, the colleagues who only flirt at work. The fates weave their tapestry with a trillion threads of life and when there is a snag, like two lovers who failed to meet, then I repair it so the loom can continue its creation.”

Charles blinked as he began to understand how complex the roles of the gods were. “Fuck.” 

You laughed and his lips tugged up at the sound. 

“I don’t mind, if you want to touch me,” he admitted quietly, reaching for your hand and unfurling it from the bedding. His hand was larger than yours but your fingers settled between his comfortably and your body sagged with relief. “So what do we do now?”

You shrugged, not exactly knowing the answer yourself. Time was plentiful so there was no rush, but you were eager to find out who it was your heart had been given to. “What do you enjoy?”

Charles’ smile dropped as he suddenly remembered the world he had left behind. “Shit, we need to go back. I have a race this week.”

–

“Breaking News: Peace had been brokered between nations all over the globe in a dramatic turn of events. For more information we will be heading to our correspondent at the United Nations HQ…”

Charles turned off the TV in the hotel but he didn’t miss the way your eyes remained fixed on the screen, or the way your lip wobbled. Crossing the room, he grabbed your hands and bent his knees so you were eye to eye. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s my fault,” you whispered through the lump in your throat. “I failed my duties.”

He looked back at the TV where you could still see the breaking news. Peace had come after two thousand years of skirmishes and wars on the mortal plane. There should have never been wars to begin with. 

“That isn’t your fault,” he argued, but he had the knowledge of the gods, he understood how your power worked. The gods were a fragile ecosystem that required balance. You were the balance to Ares’ power and his effect on the world.

“I was weakened when Kàrolos died, I lost half of myself, half of my strength. It left Ares unchecked - of course it is my fault.”

Charles wrapped his arms around you, tucking your head into the crook of his neck so you couldn’t stare at the TV. “You’re making things right now, that’s what matters.”

“It’s not even me,” you laughed bitterly. “It’s you. I couldn’t do this on my own.”

“Come on,” he said as he started to drag you towards the door.

“Where are we going?”

“You need a distraction, and I know just the thing.” 

Charles drove to the circuit he would be practising on in the morning and it was relatively quiet as he led you through the paddock. A few teenagers excitedly asked for photos with him and you smiled as he stopped to talk with each one. He was so different to Kàrolos. Kàrolos was a warrior, proud and unmoving. Most children gave him a wide berth when they saw the scars that littered his body. It wasn’t in him to idly chatter or placate others, the only soft spot he had was for you. 

“You’re very patient,” you commented as he waved goodbye and continued to the edge of the track. 

He smiled shyly and looked at his shoes as he shrugged. “I try my best to talk to fans, especially when I have the time. Take a few laps with me?”

You followed his gaze to a Ferrari that was parked in the pit lane. “I’ve never been in a car.”

“No, really?” His eyes were wide with disbelief and you laughed at the innocence in those eyes. 

“I go where I want, I’ve never needed to drive.”

He grabbed your hand and excitement flowed through you as he set a quick pace to the car. “Trust me?” he asked as he opened the passenger door.

You were immortal so it didn’t matter if he crashed. Sure, it would hurt but you would eventually heal. But the question felt heavier than just asking if you trusted him not to crash, more that you could trust him to keep you safe. “Yes, I trust you, Charles.”

You slipped into the seat that was moulded to cradle you before he bent down and buckled the clips in for you. His cologne reached your nose at the close proximity and you inhaled deeper as you committed the rich scent to your memory. 

“Is this comfortable?” he asked as he tugged the harness.

“It is…managable.” Restrictive, confined, and claustrophobic came to mind but you didn’t want to worry him as he went around to his side. There was energy in his step that had been missing in Olympus, an ambience that brightened the moment he arrived at the racing track, and you wanted to keep that light in his aura. 

“We’ll take the first one slow,” he promised as he started the engine and gripped the wheel. 

You had flown into battle on the back of a pegasus, you had held onto the fins of charybdis as they raced through Posiden’s domain. Nothing came close to the thrill and the speed of Charles’ car. 

Your heart jumped up your throat as you were thrown back into the seat and then the world around you blurred. Everything faded away except for the window ahead and you didn’t dare blink in case you missed a moment. There were no thoughts on the what ifs of the future, or the regrets of your past. There was only the car, and Charles grinning at you.

“Are you sure this is slow?” you asked with a giddy laugh as the adrenaline reached your head and the initial surprise was erased.

“Hold on, cherie.” The engine roared louder and like a beast it leapt forward. A scream of exhilaration filled the car as Charles lassoed the metal beast and wrangled it through each corner until he finally slowed to return to the pit lane. 

“I finally understand the obsession,” you admitted as he parked back where he had left. Your fingers were almost stiff where they had gripped the harness over your chest and you flexed the feeling back into them before unbuckling it. “I can’t even describe it, but I feel alive - if that makes sense? I can’t think quite clearly now.”

“I understand.” Charles smiled softly and wiped away the stray tear that ran down your cheek from having your eyes wide open for so long. “It’s getting late.”

You climbed out of the car and looked up to see stars dotting the desert night sky. It felt like time stopped while you were in the car but nothing could stop time and it all came rushing back. “Can we do this again?” you asked, a little sheepish at how needy you sounded.

“Of course,” Charles promised, taking your hand as naturally as breathing. “After this race it’s winter break and I am all yours.” He stumbled and caught himself. “I mean, if you want to hang out and, uh, stuff. I don’t have any plans, but if you do we can figure something ou-”

You rose onto your toes and kissed his cheek that was turning pink in the moonlight and he fell silent. “I don’t have any plans either.”

Charles stared at your lips, still feeling the warmth on his cheek and he touched the skin as a smile tugged at his lips and he nodded to himself. “Okay. Okay.” 

“You’re cute,” you said as you felt the urge to kiss his lips next.

His nose wrinkled at the compliment. “Cute?”

“Amongst other things,” you added, biting your lip to keep your other thoughts to yourself. 

He grew confident and curled his finger under your chin, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip and pulling it free from your teeth. “You’re beautiful.”

Your lungs refused to work as his head dipped down slowly, giving you time to change your mind. You could still feel the remnants of that thrill in your veins and the charge was electric as you gave into your desire and threw your arms around his neck. The kiss started slowly, hesitation holding you both back as you tasted the chemistry, but it grew deeper as his arms curled around your waist, pulling your bodies flush. 

The track faded away as you spared one last critical thought to teleport back to the hotel room. Charles blinked as he looked around the bedroom, but the surprise turned to a smirk. “That is handy.”

“You can do it too,” you said as your fingers traced the hem of his shirt. “You can just have to picture the image in your mind.”

Cold kissed your skin and you looked down to see your own shirt had disappeared. 

“Holy shit, it worked,” he gasped. “Oh, shit, sorry.”

Your shirt returned in an instant but it was now the same shade of red as his team colours. 

“I wasn’t complaining,” you smirked but the humour dimmed as his hands came to rest on your waist that was still wrapped in red cotton. “We can take it slow, Charles.”

“Is that what you want?”

“I want you, not your regrets. I want you to be ready.” Ready for an eternity together.

Charles sat at the edge of the bed and pulled you onto his lap. “The first thing you should know about me is I have never been good at going slow,” he admitted as he cupped your cheek and crushed his lips to yours.

[rayaverra]

Jealousy Unleashed // Luke Castellan

pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader

genre: angst

request: Hi, could you do Luke castellan x fem reader where the reader makes Luke jealous? Thank you!

summary: you and Luke had an argument, and now you try to break his silent treatment by making him jealous.

warnings: probably language

wc: 1k

notes: I had many ideas of how to approach this, but I decided to make it a bit angst. hope you like it :)

english is not my first language, so there may be mistakes.

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You and Luke were a beautiful couple, but just like all couples, there was problem in paradise. You didn't argue a lot, but when you did, oh boy! You were both too stubborn and, above all, too proud to admit your wrongs. This time was no different. After a stupid argument (that neither of you remember the cause of because it probably was something stupid), Luke was giving you the silent treatment. He had done this before, but he never lasted longer than a few hours because neither of you could go very long without talking to the other. But this one had been going on for almost two days, and you wouldn't let it pass.

You were at the bonfire sing-along with the Apollo cabin, blatantly talking and laughing with anyone who wasn't Luke. When he attempted to get your attention from across the bonfire, you glanced at him, then turned back around to continue your conversation with Charles.

Luke crossed his arms, gritting his teeth. "Stay calm," he thought to himself. "She's just talking to Beckendorf. He's like four years younger than her."

Just when he started to cool off, you stood up from your seat. He watched as you walked your way to Nick, a boy from the Athena cabin, closer to your age. His blood started to heat up.

In all honesty, you were just talking to him to piss Luke off. It was an awful thing to do—you recognized that—but maybe he needed to suffer a little before you forgave him. Plus, maybe this would make him break his silence and actually talk to you instead of glaring like a little kid from across the room. If Luke wanted to hold a grudge, you would too, and you knew he wouldn't apologize unless you took action.

And of course, you refused to be the one to apologize first.

The Stolls walked over to Luke, picking up immediately on their brother's increasing anger. Connor poked Luke's arm and almost jumped back when Luke gave him a look of murderous rage. "What do you want?" Luke snapped, looking over Travis' shoulder as you leaned toward Nick a bit more. "I'm a little busy, as you can see."

"Totally!" said Travis, rolling his eyes.

"Maybe you should just apologize to her instead of glaring at the back of her head while she talks to Nick." Connor said, glancing over his shoulder at you.

"Who isn't exactly ugly, by the way." Added Travis, reminding Luke how most of the girls at camp consider him attractive.

"You don't know her like I do, so you wouldn't understand. Now go do... whatever you were doing, I told you I'm busy." Luke waved them away with his hands and returned to his previous activity of glaring at his girlfriend, arms crossed, and a childish pout on his lips.

"Yeah, busy pretending you don't care about your girlfriend while pretty boy over there is making openly flirtatious comments towards her." Connor nudged him.

"If I were you, I would apologize now, before she and Nick get even cozier over there," Travis pointed towards you and Nick, who were sitting incredibly close. He had one hand twirling a stand of your hair, the other resting close to your knee.

Luke was furious; in a cartoon world, he would've turned red, and steam would've come out of his ears. He quickly made his way over there before you could even blink, forcing himself in between you both and sitting down right there. He leaned into you, wrapping an arm around your waist, before turning his head toward Nick and raising his eyebrows.

"That looked like a nice conversation, mind if I join you?"

"I don't think it would make much of a difference if I said no," Nick said. The smile he had on his face while he was talking to you had vanished.

Luke smirked, shaking his head. "Nope," he replied, taking your hand in his. You didn't protest; you knew this was his way of saying he was sorry and that the real apology would actually come out soon enough, that is, when Nick stood up and left. Except, Nick stayed in his seat, narrowing his eyes.

"You're not a very good boyfriend, are you, Castellan?" Nick fired, and, oh gods, you could almost see a vein flickering in Luke's forehead. "Since when do you control who your girlfriend talks to?"

Luke pulled away from you, clenching his jaw. His fists tightened, and his eyes narrowed with fury. "Watch your words, Anderson. You're treading on thin ice." He warned, his voice low and dangerous.

You leaned forward, placing one hand on his shoulder and using your other one to relax his tight fist. "Hey, cool it down," you said softly. "This isn't the time for a clash."

Luke visibly relaxed, his shoulders slumping as he gave you a small smile, grabbing your hand tightly.

Nick stood up, a smirk on his face. "Well, that's adorable. A girlfriend having to calm her boyfriend down from murderous fits of rage. How cute."

You held Luke's hand tighter, and his previous anger was replaced with a smirk of his own. "Think whatever you want, Nick, but at the end of the day, there's one thing I get to do, and you don't," he said in a triumphant voice.

"And what's that?" Nick asked with the minimum interest.

"Kiss my incredibly beautiful girlfriend." Luke said, tangling his hands in your hair and pulling you towards him, pressing his soft lips to yours. His inner self did a victory dance when you deepened the kiss, your own hands moving to his cheeks.

"You're such an asshole sometimes," you told him when you pulled away. It wasn't a lie; even Luke himself knew it. But he didn't really care, and neither did you.

He had gotten Nick to walk away and had gotten you to forgive him, all in one shot. Plus, he made out with you, which was always a bonus.

[squishycheekanon]

Dad!Techno Drabble.

Modern day

Warnings: realistic life, teething, looking after a 10 month old baby, Techno being a dad, Techno’s towel is too low on his hips and we miss it.

It’d been an already tiresome evening with your ten month old teething, she screamed and screamed and no matter how hard you or your husband tried nether of you could calm her. Until finally after three hours of constant wails she fell asleep to sweet piano lullaby’s you had found on your phone.

You placed her in her cot and practically ran out of the room back downstairs, twenty. Minutes. Later. She’s awake again screaming. You’re up and in her room picking her up to soothe her to no avail. You loved your daughter so much, but from how tired you were from this happening every night for the past week you had to chant that it wasn’t her fault this was happening in your head.

You needed a break.

Techno had jumped in the shower a few minutes before she woke up so for now you had to try your best to help her alone. You changed her nappy and put her in a new onzie that wasn’t wet from dribble before taking her to your room. You got into your bed cuddling her close to your chest and in the dark of the room you spoke to her hoping your voice would stop her from screaming.

“Come on baby girl, mummy really needs you to sleep cause she’s really really tired,” she blinked up at you, cheek smushed against your chest, big eyes full of tears. Your heart broke for her, for the pain she was going through with her teeth coming through, “That’s it Athena just focus on my voice.” You continued to talk to her and she listened hanging on to every word you were saying though she didn’t understand you.

She fell asleep after a few minutes and you rejoiced doing a happy dance in your head. You didn’t dare move her though, but with how tired you were yourself you just let your eyes flutter shut. Just a few minutes you thought to yourself.

That’s how Techno found you when he came out the shower, still wet and dripping, towel hanging low on his hips, his big beautiful muscles on display so sexily. He thought with your daughter asleep that you two could maybe have some alone time but all those thoughts went flying out the window when he saw the two of you.

His heart ached with love seeing his gorgeous wife fast asleep with his beautiful baby daughter letting out little snores against your chest. “God I’m so lucky.” He muttered without even thinking about it. It was so true, he never imagined he’d have a wife let alone someone amazing as you and you had gifted him a wonderful baby girl too.

He quickly dried off and pulled on some sleeping clothes all while grinning to himself. The same grin was wiped off his face as your baby began to stir and before she could even start crying Techno had grabbed her from you and left the room giving you one last glance to make sure you had stayed asleep.

He took her into her bedroom and began patting her back while swaying her, “It’s okay baby, I know it hurts.” He coos his eyes darting around the room for the bonjela, as soon as he spotted it he grabbed it and pulled off the cap, squirting some on his finger before rubbing it into her gums, his skin grazing a tooth that’s was pushing it’s way through.

And she screamed, howled, wailed.

“Fuck. Okay baby, I’m sorry daddy didn’t mean to. It’ll feel better soon, just gotta let the bonjela do it’s thing.” He rocked her side to side, holding her close to his warmth and as if the gods had finally heard his begs she finally calmed down accepting the dummy he offered her. She snuggled into his neck sucking on it, soothing herself to sleep in her father’s arms.

He knew this is what his night would consist of but if you managed to catch up on the sleep you’d missed out on this week it was all worth it.

[zh0nggucc1]

Drippin Desires 1/2

Word count: 1.6k

Pairings: Mingi x Gn!reader

Content: Mingi is Y/N’s boss and he’s running late…

Warning: NSFW, public indecency, fingering, degradation, pet names (darling), dom!mingi, sub!reader

Splash! Droplets of the liminal greys above my head secreted its condensed layers. People scavenged around for any form of shelter, some even using the tops of their hood-less jackets to protect their heads from the harmless liquid. There was one in particular who caught my eye, the only one that could come out of this waterfall looking like a Greek God. If he wasn’t a Greek God he was surely blessed with all the beauty Athena had to offer

Song Mingi, unfortunately my boss. His brown, slicked back locks were beginning to fall down onto his carefully and beautifully, sculpted face, due to the rain weakening the gel that held his most likely, soft and luscious hair in place. A slight look of frustration painted his face before he glanced my way, replacing that sour look with a half smile. He soon approached me. We didn’t often catch the train together as he usually took the earlier train. I’m assuming he woke up late, putting him in this position.

“Good morning Mr. Song, are you running late?” I gently and professionally spoke to him. The rain dripping down his face enhanced his beauty by 100x, I could barely focus on anything but his stunningly shaped, pink, plump lips. They looked like they were itching to be kissed, I couldn’t bare it. “No need to be so professional, we’re not at work yet, call me Mingi.” He sent me a friendly smile. I couldn’t be friendly with him, I could barely resist ripping his clothes off on the spot. “I would prefer to be professional around you, sir.” As I finished speaking, the train had arrived at the platform. The moment the doors had opened, I swiftly hopped on hoping he would take the hint and leave me alone. The train was rather crowded so we had both ended up in each other’s personal space. It was more than i could handle.

“Come on, you can loosen up around me Y/N, don’t have to be so tight~.” His comment caused a light pink to cover my cheeks. “I don’t think it is appropriate for you to be talking to me this way and please, call me ‘L/N’, we must remain professional, sir.” I remained calm. “What? You don’t like it when I call you Y/N?” He sent me a very subtle smirk. No, I fucking love it, that’s the problem…

“Please don’t call me that again.” I spoke in between a gulp. Mingi spoke up again. “But I like your name, Y/N.” That was it. “I said stop!” I snapped at him, just like an angry chihuahua. I immediately regretted it. I turned around, My back facing him, feeling slightly guilty for shouting at him. Seconds later, I felt something solid poke my backside. Was that what I thought it was? This can’t be happening, I won’t be able to resist much longer…

“S-Sorry…” He muttered, as he grazed his finger along my hip, his tone much less confident and much more timid. He held his head lower, the sensation of his rough breaths down my neck, sending chills down my spine. I know what he wanted and I wanted it too but it was so risky, especially here.

Fuck it. Any dignity I left was gone in an instant as I backed myself up onto his partially hardened erection. I could tell he enjoyed this as he had to clear his throat to hide any devilish sounds that were aching to leave his mouth. It was so undeniably sexy. I needed to hear more of his sinful vocals. They caused a familiar liquid to coat my panties. I pressed my thighs together, in attempts of creating some kind of friction to satisfy this unbearable desire to be touched by him.

I hurriedly, scanned around the crowded cart. Once I was sure no one was looking, I grabbed his abnormally long fingers from behind and placed them exactly where I wanted them, up my skirt, in between my thighs. Not a word, left my lips in shame. I was about to let my boss fondle me on a train.

I heard a scoff leave his mouth and felt the vibrations from his chest due to our close proximity. Gosh that was so sexy, I felt myself getting even wetter. I bit my bottom lip, my breath becoming shaky.

His head tilted, his lips grazing my earlobe. “What is it? You want my fingers, hm?” He suggested, his voice low and quiet. It turned me on more than anything. I gulped and nodded. “I want to hear your words, darling.” He stated, stubbornly. “Y-yes..” I quietly replied. “Yes what?” He smirked. “Yes please...” I desperately spoke. He let out a low chuckle, sending shivers down my spine.

His finger’s collided with my underwear using one gentle touch and with one rough pull, they had been ripped off of me. I gasped in disbelief. He muttered a careless ‘oops’ and placed lacy fabric in his other hand, so he was now able to give me what I had been desiring.

He swiped his middle finger across my dripping folds, causing me to let out a shaky breath. He soon located my clit, rubbing slow and gentle circles around it. It felt good, but i needed more. I whined quietly. “What? is it not enough for you? How about this?” He hastily shoved two digits inside of me, causing me to let out a loud gasp. My reaction brought a wider smirk to his face. It created a sloshing sound due to the wetness. His fingers were so long, they easily reached my g-spot. He pumped his fingers in and out, rapidly, hitting my g-spot every time. My body jolted every time he hit it. I bit down on my bottom lip to suppress my moans, hard enough to draw blood.

It satisfied him seeing me try so hard to keep my composure but failing miserably. “What a slut? taking my fingers so well.” He whispered, his lips, again grazing my earlobe. I wished those perfect lips of his could be all over my body. I wished for his tongue to replace his fingers ramming into my dripping cunt. Unfortunately, this was the most I could allow to happen. It was too risky.

His bulge rubbed against my ass as his fingers rammed into my clenching cunt. He used his thumb to circle my clit, rapid enough for an orgasm to be nearing. I couldn’t do that here… it would make a mess.

“Sir- I mean Mingi- I mean Mr. Song… you need to stop.. i’m c-close.” I stuttered, breathlessly. “So what? Why don’t we make a mess and let the whole world that you’re not as innocent as you make yourself out to be~.” He whispered seductively. As much as I loved this feeling, he had to be stopped. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand out of my skirt and just in time because our stop was approaching. Once the train had stopped, he leaned down to whisper in my ear again. “Meet me in my office on your lunch break, darling~” He got off of the train while I paused, almost forgetting to get off.

I hopped off and started making my way my usual coffee shop. I always stopped by there before work. As I walked in, I noticed a face i hadn’t seen before. I had grown quite fond of all of the employees, but this one I didn’t recognise. They must’ve hired someone knew. He was gorgeous, a little bit short, but nevertheless stunning. He had black, mid length hair, with a middle parting. He had a smile that could light up a whole room and quite a cute aura. I had been so focused staring at him, I didn’t notice that he was trying to take my order. “Ma’am, can I help you?” He gifted me a gentle smile, knocking me out of my trance. “Ah yes, so sorry! Could I get a caramel latte with extra cream?” I asked, He immediately typed it into the till. “Of course, is that all?” His voice was so soft and pretty, I could listen to it all day. “Yup that’s all, how much will that be?” I asked. “On the house… if I could get your number?” He flirted, looking me in the eye. He was confident, even more attractive. My cheek went a light shade of pink. “Eh sure why not?” I took my phone out of my pocket and opened up the keypad, handing my phone to him. He took it and swiftly typed his number in, saving his contact with the name ‘Joongie<3’. I read his name badge. His name was Hongjoong, what a pretty name. “thank you uhh-“ I cut him off. “Y/N, call me Y/N.” I smiled. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.” He passed my phone back to me. “Nice to meet you too, Hongjoong.” I replied. “Wait how did you- oh I forgot I wear a name badge.” He let out the cutest chuckle, to which I replied also with a chuckle.

After our conversation I waited, patiently for my latte. After it had been made, I bid Hongjoong a goodbye and made my way into my work building. There was nothing special about my job. It was a basic office job, nothing more to it, I sat at a computer all day and got paid to type. I can’t the pay was bad though, the pay was pretty good for what it was, it gave me enough to live on and that’s all that mattered. There was one thing I looked forward too everyday and that was eye fucking Song Mingi whenever he made a grand appearance however today I felt as if I had more than just eye fucking to look forward to.

I walked over to my computer, setting my coffee down on the table. I decided to take my phone out and message Hongjoong, just so my number would show up in his phone.

Hey! it’s Y/N, message me when you get the chance

Delivered

I knew, as he was at work, it would take a while for him to reply, so I just got straight on with my work.

TO BE CONTINUED…

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed!! please give me your opinion and/or requests!! thank you for reading <3

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My Pretty Girl, My Hero. 

Summary: The prince of the underworld comes across a new soul who’s sacrifice in the mortal realm left her with the ability to grant boons of ghostly assistance.

A/N: Hi! Unbetad. New fan of the Hades game here. Thanks for bearing with me and my sparse writing lol. Part one is mostly story building and getting to know the reader!

Part 1 ||

Elysium will always be beautiful. No matter how much time passes or how many heroes come to rest here, there will always be peace and serenity. Although death is the only way of entry, there is no greater honor than to die a hero and earn your place here...is what everyone is told. Sometimes you become a minor god! Others you quietly slip away to live the rest of your life out as a humble soul who has earned their rest.

Ruins overgrown with nature and beautiful fountains provide such beautiful scenery. Butterflies flutter about and calm breezes bring a false sense of familiarity to the mortal world. It brings no real comfort to the prince of the underworld. Not when the taste of the real surface drives his whole being into escaping the clutches of his father. Does the change of scenery excite those around him or give him a moment to rest? Sure. But he knows that there’s more. Sure it was good enough for the souls locked into this plane of the underworld, but not him.

With battered breath and bleeding gums, Zagreus trudges through the different levels flowing through Elysium. He hadn’t reached the stadium yet. “A punch to the face sure takes it out of you doesn’t it?” He found comfort in his dialog as the young god finished off his previous battle. Red and green eyes scanned the grass and dirt for the familiar shine of a boon. What would the prince get this time? Athena? Ares? He hopped Ares seeing Aphrodite gifted him his first boon in the run. They sure knew how to pack a punch together.

“Oh? Looks like we have a new contender.”

Instead of the glaring boon of the god of war or the alluring pink of the god of love, Zagreus spots a female sitting amongst some rubble. A long and chipped sword rested perfectly between her hands as a shield resides on her forearm. Her hands were wrapped in bandages though there were no wounds to treat. A bronze band rests on her forehead with the symbol of two bandaged hands clasping in prayer, almost as though they were praying for help. It seems like she hasn’t noticed the prince yet, the later needing to clear his throat to catch her attention. “Young hero. I mean not to be rude, but your presence here is new. I am Prince Zagreus and I would like to offer my hand out to you in greeting.” Zagreus’ voice didn’t startle the other, her attention now on the male god. It was the fact that he had introduced himself to be the supposed son of Hades, the notorious prince who attempted escape after escape to reach the surface. Ever since y/n had arrived, whispers and retellings of the prince’s previous attempts were shared around. This would be the first time she’s seen him in person.

“My prince, it is but an honor to be in your presence. Please, do not mind me. I am but put here to rest and keep peace. I am at your service if need be.” Politely declining his hand, y/n merely leans down to her knee with a small bow to her head. She knew his words to be true, his signature eyes and wild black hair were enough proof to her.

“Please, no need to be so formal. I promise I’m nothing like my father.” Although Zagreus knew of formalities, he always found them awkward or unnecessary when it was directed to him. He however was more than happy to display them himself. “As for service, I don’t believe there is much you can do..though I do appreciate it. However, I would like to offer you something instead.” Ruffling through his supplies, he pulls out a beautifully decorated golden bottle of Nectar. “I’ve come across heroes like you, and I know that your presence here means you are more than worthy of your title. Please, take this as a welcoming gift.” y/n stood up, sword still in hand as if it were glued there with widened ayes full of curiosity and doubt. “Your highness, although your generosity is appreciated I’m not sure I can offer you much in return-”

“Nonsense. Here. Take it.” His pinkish grey skinned hands gently pressed the bottle of deliciousness into her only open one. Even if this gift was somewhat intended to see what abilities and intentions this new hero had, he was not any way lessened by gifting such a prize. He could work on his bond with Demeter next time.

Y/n on the other hand blinked repeatedly at the action, almost gawking between the prince and the gift. “I...thank you. This gift and kindness will not be forgotten.” Taking a closer look at the bottle, her thumb rubbed up against the cool touch of the glass bottle. Her (h/c) hair just slipping past her headband before she places the bottle behind her to tuck the strands away behind.

It was Zagreus’ turn to blink away. Such a small act from the hero tickled his mind. ‘How pretty’ he easily thinks. “Like I said, don’t worry about it- oh. I haven’t gotten your name yet. How rude of me. I can’t address you properly if I don’t know your name hero.” As quickly as y/n admired the gift, she turned back to properly greet the prince once more. “That is my fault, I had failed to give you my name. I am y/n.” Her voice was quite, but held a soft note that sung in his ears.

‘Y/n? Not quite familiar...if I don’t make it out of the run I might as well give her name a look up. I’m sure it’ll be written out somewhere is that mess of a library.’

“Perfect. Thank you y/n for your time. May you enjoy your gift. I’m sure you’re aware of my current goal. My next stop is the stadium.” Even if time was infinite for him, Zagreus wanted to waste none of it. Not when he felt a small sense of dread that if he didn’t finish this quick enough he’d lessen his chance of success.

“But of course. I wish you luck.” Why did hearing those words from her invigorate him just the tiniest bit? Maybe it was because he knew the hero was free and not compelled to say such things? Who knows. It was still nice to hear.

“Who knows, maybe I’ll see you again if I fall short on my journey.”

“If you do my prince, I will be here waiting with a gift I hope you will find worthy of your time.”

With a quick goodbye, the prince parted ways with the hero and mentally prepared to face his next challenge. Theseus and Asterius.

As quickly as Zagreus had said goodbye, he struggled and eventually succumbed to death at the hands of the unpleasant hero and Minotaur. If anything, he felt more guilt killing Asterius than what he thought was the overly zealous Theseus. “Damn, long range really sneaks up and chips at your health. I’ll have to ask Achilles what he thinks about the fight.” Shaking his head like a dog would after a bath, blood red water from the River Styx flew from his mane before he pattered through the halls of his home. He greeted its staff, ignored his father, then finally discussed his last attempt with his mentor.

“Y/n? I believe she’s after my time I’m afraid. Though her symbol seems familiar. I’m sure you could look her up seeing your father knows of every soul under his domain.” The blond and old humbled hero could only scratch his chin in thought, eventually bowing when it was time to end their training session. “Please be mindful, your fathers patience grows thinner with every attempt at escape.” Is all Zagreus hears before the door to his bedroom is shut.

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Y/n L/n. Eldest daughter of her noble family. She took the place of where an eldest son should go. She trained in combat while studying like a woman of her status should. She was beat and ridiculed for how she tried to maintain her position as heir to the head of her home and people. When time came, she was a fair and just leader. She developed a council to create fair judgement and leadership among the people. She developed strategies to protect her vulnerable people from the sea, creating underground tunnels to provide quick escape to the mountains if need be. She gave up her title to live closer to her people, to personally train their soldiers and practice her faith away from scrutinizing eyes. Y/n lead rebellions that reclaimed stolen land and farming. She nurtured the flame of passion in peoples hearts to take back their honor and history.

Judgement came for her and her people. Her family is murdered with her home taken over by foreign military. They kill and eradicate history and the new government that started to grow. Quietly y/n and her people would leave marks and fight in the night. Motivate each other to not lose faith for the gods always have a plan. Quietly did she help her priestess and her people’s children escape with the elders to preserve their history. Loudly at sunrise did she challenge the oppressors screaming “I am your nightmare! I am the living blood you thought you sliced away in the night like cowards! Face me! Face my people and die a worthy death for you no longer have the right to be given peace.”

Seven days and seven nights did her and her people fight. They knew they would never be able to return home. So slowly did they burn their farms down, slowly did they destroy their home and slaughter their animals. Slowly did they isolate the enemy until they were as weak and famished as their hungriest and sickest soldier. Y/n and her people prayed to the gods for forgiveness and guidance on their last night. They knew death was coming, the prayer was for hope that they could bring the enemy down with them.

With careful plans and feigning defeat, she let the enemy believe that her people’s end was near. She exposed the tunnels as a way of her people planning to escape yet again. This time however, they would be the death of her, her loyal soldiers and the rest of the barbarians who took her life away.

They chased her soldiers through the tunnels, getting lost at all the turns. She isolates their leader and kills him in the darkness. Their death shall have no glory and no revenge. Y/n lays the body down and offers a prayer for them to rest, even if it’s in a place of torture.

Her final call, y/n and her soldiers collapse the tunnels and light them aflame. Everyone screams in agony together arm in arm. In the end, everyone is a soldier in the war of life. To be a hero and a leader is a life of sacrifice.

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Just like how the hero said she would wait, she was there. Zagreus was careful in preserving his health to face the stadium with better success and eventually hope to be presentable enough to see y/n. Her life story played through the princes mind over and over again like a child who hears their favorite tale for the first time. He discussed her sacrifices to his mentor and Achilles could not only relate but even empathize with how she could have felt.

“An honor to see you again Prince Zagreus. May your journey this time be filled with satisfaction and success.” Her melodic voice floated through his ears, his heart thumping as quickly as he turned to face the female again. “The same to you y/n. I hope your time here has treated you well.”

“Your father has monsters assigned to fight you to prevent you from reaching the surface.I protect the shades from unwanted circumstances. Please be careful and mindful of your people.”

“I’ll do my best to be better of it, thank you for your work and service even after death. Your soul should rest yet you still sacrifice yourself to this day.” Y/n advice made sense seeing how she cared for her people even during her death.

The hero stays silent, finally facing Zagreus before she steps up to stand in front of him. “Death no longer has a hold on me your highness, only fate.” Her palm lays stretched out between them with a glowing bronze boon. It’s symbol matching the one on her forehead.

With a silent thanks, he accepts the boon and feels his body shiver with new energy as it’s unlike the ones he’s accepted before. When the black haired god faces the stadium again, he fights and remembers what his mentor teaches him. He calls upon the powers the Olympian gods bestow him. He defeats Asterius again until all that left between him and the gate out is Theseus.

As if Zagreus can feel y/n‘s hands on his own with her lips touching the shell of his ear to whisper a hymn, he summons her boon and flashes of bronze spectral soldiers surround him and wait for his command. They follow his steps and fight Theseus as if they had all trained together their whole life. When the hero falls and the stadium erupts with cheer, he watches in slight horror as all the soldiers scream and burn away to nothing. He quickly follows with his own grunt of agony as his health diminishes by small amount with his skin feeling like he took a swim in the lava pits. The Hero’s Boon of Burning Sacrifice.

Leaving the arena leaves Zagreus amazed and conflicted. To bestow a god a boon so powerful yet dangerous leaves little to the thought and imagination. What other abilities does someone who was previously human hold?

Instead of searching out his usual boons and gods, he looks for Y/n’s. He learns how he can manipulate the soldiers to either grow in numbers or strengthen the few. No matter what route he took with the boon, they all ended in fiery agony before disappearing into the depths of the godly plains. Maybe he tries combinations over and over again to see if anything changes...it doesn’t. ‘Something about not death..but fate having a hold on her. How tragic.’ His thoughts wander.

Even with this new boon he eventually succumbs to death again. Instead of grunts of annoyance and a quick retreat from the river, Zagreus almost trudges his way out letting the red liquid soak through his hair longer than usual. Why did this mortal hero plague his thoughts? Sure she was pretty, but pretty isn’t enough. There’s more, and he wants to know it. He was to analyze it and rip it apart with his bare hands.

“What am I to do with you pretty girl.” Zagreus mumbles to himself as he locked himself into his room again.

Time is strange in the underworld, but it would have felt like what one would think is months before the young god sees y/n face to face again....this time for different reasons.

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Thanks for reading! Please feel free to comment! （＾ν＾）

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Happy B-DAY!!

Gift for @mcdonaldsnumberone. With all the smut ideas we had I ended up writing the fluff one with a hint of angst lol. Hope you like it and again; happy birthday!

Daughter of Athena!Reader x Son of Aphrodite&Ares!Yukimiya Kenyu.

Prompt: A is losing control/berserking, despite dangers, B rushes in to help. The fic starts when things have calmed down

Tw: suggestive but nothing happens, description of wounds and blood.

Kenyu still can’t understand what really happened. First, he saw that damn son of Apollo, Kaiser, talking to you, and then blank, everything black, shouts of people he doesn’t recognize and smoke, a lot of smoke.

“Kenyu stop!” Your voice, finally a sound he could recognize.

“You are a real idiot Kenyu” Your voice breaks his trance. He is sitting on an old chair in his bedroom, sitting is a nice way to describe how slumped he is on it. His muscles scream and he hears a constant whistle in his ear; at least he has you in between his open legs patching him up.

He doesn’t reply, he just looks at you and nods, his vision foggy and his broken glasses somewhere on the floor.

You sigh, your crush for him really makes you forgive his every action; at least you know your feelings are reciprocated. Because you know what pissed him so much. Kaiser really shouldn’t have pushed him that far, kissing your cheeks so near your lips was a new addition to the established script. You got your answers but played a little too much with fire, you can already hear the future earful from your mother “Next time count to ten before bothering a hornet’s nest, even more if it’s the nest of a son of Ares...”

The room is silent while you clean his face from blood with a wet rag, your movements delicate on his beautiful face. Your chests go up and down, inhale and exhale, so near but so afar, your eyes full of sorrow, his chocolate ones filled with shame. You break eye contact, dropping the rag on the floor, face blank, Kenyu bites his lower lip ‘till he breaks the skin “I really fucked up”.

Your eyes meet again, one of his curls is now hiding his left eye so you gently brush it behind his ear, the sweet contact of your fingers makes Kenyu shivers.

He is so weak. And he so wants to kiss you.

Thankfully you do. Your soft fingers grasp his tense jaw and your lips meet. It’s a soft contact and last way too little, but it is enough to make his heart sink, die, and be reborn. Your lips meet again, the contact is still soft and still last too little, no words exchanged just your breaths mingling with each other.

But it isn’t enough. Like some pressure on his lips could satiate his hunger. He wants to gobble you up, Kenyu is gonna eat you entire with one bite.

He grips your thighs, his rough hands manhandling you in his lap, the apex of his tongue teasingly tracing your lips “Let me in” and you do, obeying his silent order completely enhanced by his lips. He wants to feel your skin, he wants to share your warmth, he wants your breath, Kenyu wants you.

And you feel it, the desire to conquer you, his desire heavy in his breath and you absorb it like a sponge, feeling warmer and warmer at every lick of his tongue invading your mouth, at ease like it always belonged there, each sucks a shock that makes you tremble on his lap.

You feel so pathetic but so happy, the whirlwind of emotions fogs your brain even further.

“F-Fuck! Damn-“ Kenyu breaks the kiss and his head goes backward, his face contorted in either frustration or pain, maybe both.

Kenyu wanted to lift you up, bring you to his bed have his way with you, but his muscles snapped, it hurts like crazy and he flops again against the chair.

Your surprise quickly dissipates, a smile gracing your face, you shine as the sun and Kenyu needs to close his eyes a little, still caressing your thighs up and down, the cotton of your pants soft, but he’s sure your skin would feel better.

“Kenyu you need to rest-“ He groans “We have all the time in the world, we can continue when you’ll feel better.” You kiss him again, soft as the first you shared, your arms around his neck, hugging him as delicately as possible.

“We also have to tell Zeus what happened.” Kenyu groans louder under you, the sound makes you giggle like a fool.

“Later, now you only have to relax.” You lift up from his lap, helping him lay in his bed.

“Sleep well, I’ll be here when you wake up.”

“You better be” Kenyu thinks, “we have to catch up a lot of lost time” the last thought before he falls asleep like a baby.

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𝑷𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑬𝑺𝑺

𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. Athena's job was to make sure all the flowers at Nevermore were healthy. Athena didn't have any classes in the morning since she was going to be busy working in the garden. Luna was going to go with her and help Athena since the brunette didn't want the blonde to do everything by herself.

Athena and Luna were walking to the garden with Snowball and Rajah by the blonde's feet. "I still don't understand where the name Wednesday came from if she wasn't born on that day," Luna said to the blonde next to her.

"Me either though I think it's a nice name a rare one at that," Athena chuckled opening the garden gates. They both entered the garden and got started watering the plants and flowers. There were pink and red flowers everywhere and Athena made sure to be careful since they were like her children.

"Do you think Wednesday is going to like fencing?" Luna asked as she poured water on the green plants. "Knowing her, yes but I don't think she's going to like Bianca," The blonde replied. "Bianca's just a wannabe queen," Luna said scoffing.

"I don't know from what I see she acts like that 'cause that's how she grew up. Maybe she's scared of showing the real her," Athena said shrugging her shoulders.  "Girl, she literally tries to dress and act like you," Luna said rolling her eyes. "I mean who wouldn't you are so beautiful and kind to everyone good or bad and your outfits are always amazing," Luna said turning to the demi-goddess and smiling at her.

Athena was wearing an all-pink outfit.

(Athena's outfit)

Luna wouldn't ever admit it to Athena but sometimes she was jealous of the demi-goddess. Practically all of Nevermore and Jericho were jealous of her and her family. I mean Athena has the perfect life rich kind and amazing parents and lives in a huge castle that's fit for a princess. She's popular and has lots of friends. 

But at the end of the day, Luna tries not to be jealous of Athena since she's her friend. "Maybe, we should help Wednesday out, I mean the girl seems cool and she doesn't really want to be here," Luna said as they walked out of the garden with Snowball and Emma following them from behind.

"We should I mean there's nothing fun going around here anyway," Athena said shrugging. Luna bumped the blonde's shoulder smiling making Athena bump her shoulder back as they laughed together heading back into Nevermore.

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Athena and Luna were sitting on their beds reading Snowball was on Luna's bed and Rajah was on Athena's.  About 20 minutes earlier Athena and Luna dropped a note for Wednesday asking her to come to their dorm.  Suddenly there was a knock making Luna get up and open the door.

"Hey, Addams, Luna said stepping to the side to let Wednesday into their dorm. Rajah hearing and smelling someone new in the dorm jumped down off the bed and growled at the dark-haired girl showing his sharp teeth.

"Having a full-grown tiger that could kill you in your sleep in your dorm is impressive," Wednesday said looking at Rajah. "That's Rajah he won't harm you unless I tell him to. As long as you don't harm me your good," Athena said standing up and standing next to Rajah who calmed down a little.

"Good to know. Your note you left for me what's the plan?" Wednesday asked crossing her arms. "Sneaking you out of here," Luna said smirking at the dark-haired girl. Athena sighed at her friend. "What she means is we're willing to help you since you don't want to be here. You're going into Jericho with Weems that's the perfect way to sneak off," Athena said grinning.

"Weems doesn't pay attention to anyone around her to busy on her phone," Luna said rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. "Find a way to leave and get a ride to the train we'll be giving you the ticket before you leave," Athena said.

"So you in?" Athena asked. "Fine," Wednesday said after a moment. "Yay!" Athena said clapping her hands as Luna laughed at her friend being cute. Wednesday looked at the girl confused and scared of the blonde's happiness.

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A little while later Wednesday left with Weems. Luna and Athena were already walking to Jericho Snowball were with them walking next to Athena on her leash.  Athena was excited and seemed to be walking faster cause she was that excited.  She was excited to see Tyler again after years of being away from him.

Athena and Luna finally made it into Jericho. Athena smiled at people as they walked by people smiled back at the princess and demi-goddess of Jericho and Nevermore. Snowball soon started barking at a building making the girls look and stare at the building.

"Looks like Snowball found the coffee shop," Luna said grinning. Athena smiled brightly and was about to cross the street but then looked at Luna. "What about you?" Athena asked. "Don't worry I'll stay out here and wait for Wednesday," Luna said waving her off.

Athena smiled and took off her heart beating fast. Snowball was by her feet as they stood in front of the coffee shop. Athena let out a soft sigh closing her eyes before taking a deep breath in and opening the door going inside with Snowball with her.

Athena looked around the coffee shop before looking for the boy she loved so dearly.  She soon found the boy who looked older and more handsome in Athena's opinion. Tyler was looking at a piece of paper not seeing her come in. Taking a deep breath she finally called him out.

"Tyler!" Athena called out tears in her eyes as she smiled at the boy. Tyler looked up from the piece of paper and saw a familiar blonde he never thought he'd see again. 

"Thea?!" He said tears in his eyes before he ran from behind the counter. Tyler ran to the girl as she ran to him. Tyler lifted Athena up into his arms spinning her around and hugging the girl close to him.

Athena let out a laugh as she was spun around. Oh, how Tyler has missed her beautiful laugh that made his heart beat. He felt his Hyde in him purr at seeing his old and kind master.  Tyler has waited for the day that Athena would return and find him.

Tyler placed Athena down and smiled brightly down at her. "What are you doing here? How did you find me?" Tyler asked as Athena giggled at him. "I wanted to see you again it's been years since I've seen you and my friend told me you work here," Athena explained.

Before he could respond the espresso machine exploded with fumes making Tyler sigh and go back behind the counter to try to fix it. "You okay?" Thea asked seeing his panic. "No, I don't know how to fix it," He sighed before clicking some buttons trying to see if it would help but instead it set off more flames. "Holy crap!" He yelped as Wednesday appeared once the fumes were gone.

"Do you make a habit of scaring people?" Tyler asked looking at the very pale girl in front of him. "It's more of a hobby," Wednesday responded, Luna was next to her smirking at Tyler. "Hey, Romeo," Luna said sending a small head nod.  Tyler looked at the brunette confused at the name. "Um, hi?" He said confused.

Tyler looked at the blonde next to him. "She a friend of yours?" He asked making Athena smile. "Yeah, a best friend actually," Thea said smiling at Luna who returned it. "You go to Nevermore," Tyler said looking at Wednesday's clothes. "Didn't realize they changed the uniform," He said nodding his head.

"I need a quad over ice," Wednesday stated. "It's an emergency," She said. Tyler looked at the dark-haired girl confused before looking away. "It's four shots of espresso," She explained. "Yeah I know what a quad is, but, spoiler alert, the espresso machine is having a seizure, so all we have is drip," He said looking at the man pouring drip before looking back at Wednesday.

"But drip is for people who hate themselves," Wednesday said. "And know their lives have no real purpose or meaning," Wednesday said. Tyler looked back at the man seeing him place the drip down and leave. "What's wrong with your machine?" Wednesday asked. "It's a temperamental beast with a mind of its own, and it doesn't help that the instructions are in Italian,"

Athena bite her lip and looked away. She knows what Tyler was really talking about which was himself. But Athena didn't think of Tyler as a monster she was never scared of him and never will be. Athena knows that Tyler would never hurt her.

Athena snapped out of her thoughts when she saw Tyler put the lid on the espresso machine and introduce himself. "I'm Tyler," He said, Wednesday just looked him up and down. "Wednesday," She said. Tyler nodded and looked at Luna and Athena. Luna looked up from her phone and saw Tyler looking at her. "Why are you staring at me?" Luna asked narrowing her eyes at the boy.

Athena nudged her. "He's asking for your name," Athena whispered, making Luna nod.  "Oh, you want my name it's Luna," Luna said making the boy nod. Tyler saw a small white puppy by Athena's feet making him crunch down. "And who's this?" Tyler asked petting Snowball who wagged her tail at him.

"That's Snowball she's one of my pets," Athena said making Tyler smile up at her as he stood up and nodded. Athena zoned out on what Tyler and Wednesday were talking about since it had nothing to do with her. Luna was on her phone texting her friends.

"Uh, I don't get off for another hour," He said, Wednesday pulled out a twenty-dollar bill. "I'll sweeten the pot," Tyler looked at Wednesday with a mock surprise. "Twenty-whole dollars...tempting but no," He said, Wednesday pulled out another. "I'll make it forty,"

"Uh, listen, one fun fact about me...I can't be bought, so either you wait, or find someone else to drive you," He said to Wednesday. Luna was behind Wednesday who was still holding up the forty dollars. "I'll take it if Romeo won't," Luna said taking the money out of Wednesday's hand and making her shrug.

Wednesday walked away over to a booth with Luna following her. Tyler looked at the blonde who was already looking at him.

"So how's school going?" Tyler asked. "It's going good all A's," Thea responded smiling. "That's good I have all B's right now," Tyler said crossing his arms. "I'm glad I know how hard school can be for you," Athena said smiling.

Tyler and Athena were so caught up in catching up with one another that they didn't notice a group of boys insulting both Luna and Wednesday. "If the shoe fits," Wednesday said looking at Lucas.

Tyler then saw what was going on and made his way over to them with Athena right next to him."Guys, back off," He said grabbing one of the boy's shoulders and pushing him. "Stay, out of this Galpin," Lucas said glaring at the boy.  Wednesday stood up fast facing Lucas. "Yes, stay out of this," She said glaring at Lucas.

"Shits about to go down," Luna said whistling at the end. "So tell me, freak...you ever been with a normie?" Lucas asked glaring.  "I've never found one that could handle me," Wednesday said standing face to face with the boy. "Boo," Wednesday said after a moment as one of them went to grab her shoulder. "Hey!" Wednesday kicked the boy making him fall down.

Luna smirked as Wednesday took down the three boys who were now on the floor. Tyler walked over to Wednesday. "Where'd you learn those king fu moves?" He asked, looking down at the boy on the floor. 

Wednesday was about to answer when the door opened. "Dad!" Tyler said surprised. "Tyler, what the hell's going  on in here?" His dad asked, Tyler looked over to the boys and gestured to them. "They were harassing some customers, and she put them in their place," He said shrugging a little. The sheriff looked at Wednesday then at Luna and finally, he looked at Athena.

"Athena Rose?" The sheriff asked his eyes widening. The last he'd seen the blonde and her family was when they said their goodbyes when her family moved. Tyler stayed in his room for two weeks and the only time he came out was to eat and go to the bathroom. "You've grown up," The sheriff said smiling at the blonde. Athena smiled back.

Suddenly the door opened and in walked Principal Weems. "Apologies sheriff. These three slipped away from me," She said.

"Miss Addams, Miss Rose, Miss Flin, It's time to go," She said nodding to the girls, Athena felt an arm wrap around her waist making her look up at Tyler who stared at her. Tyler didn't want her o leave when he just found her again. 

"Wait a minute. You're an Addams?" The sheriff asked Wednesday narrowing his eyes at her. "Don't tell Gomez  Addams is your father?" He asked, Wednesday nodded. "That man belongs behind bars for murder. Guessin' the apple doesn't fall far from the tree," He said before pointing at her.  "I'm gonna keep my eye on you," He said glaring, Principal Weems looked at Athena and Tyler and saw the grip he had on the blonde. 

"Athena you can stay with Tyler for the night but then you must return to Nevermore," She said, Athena smiled and nodded. Weems then rushed Wednesday and Luna out. Leaving Tyler and Athena as well as Snowball to themselves.

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[straykidsnerd255]

Can you please do a saint seiya (classical) Poseidon X Athena saint reader basically after Athena rejected Poseidon started a storm out of anger but when the saints came to stop it the reader goes to Poseidon room to basically comfort him because Poseidon is just sad about being rejected soon Poseidon meets the reader again at the party where he see the reader without her mask on and he falls in love with the reader and Athena is ok with the relationship if Poseidon help them in the fight against Hades

Sorry, this took so long to get out! I hope that you enjoy this little scenario!

Rain clouds gathered across the sky as the sea god shook in anger. “Why not?” He asked, his shoulders tense and shaking. Athena sighed softly. “I just don’t feel the same way Poseidon. I’m sorry.” Athena said, turning and leaving the room. Poseidon felt his body shake in anger before storming out of the building. Lightning crashed around him; the thunder rolled across the sky like drums. The sea crashed against the cliff rocks, creating dangerous waters. 

Poseidon walked towards the cliff and sat down. Crossing his legs and closing his eyes. He tried to calm himself but it wasn’t working. He growled as the anger in him boiled over to the point the weather mirrored his emotions. The rain beating down on the streets, and houses of the town he was staying in. The sound of the howling wind and banging of thunder. The rough crashes of the water below. The terrified screams of the citizens in the town. 

Poseidon felt his eyes narrow before he disappeared. He appeared in the underwater castle of Atlantis and stormed to his room. ‘How dare she reject my proposal.’ He thought, angrily passing his followers and soldiers. He threw open his doors and glared at the room. He walked into the room and slammed the doors behind him and sat down on his bed, arms crossed and an angry snarl on his face. 

He hadn’t been sitting for too long when the doors to his room burst open. He lifted his head to find the saints of Athena standing in his room, geared and ready to fight him. “You think that you all can take me on?” Poseidon mocked, standing up from the bed. The saints tensed but were still ready to fight. Before he could take another step, a female saint turned and pushed the other saints out of the room. She closed the doors a tiny bit before walking over to a chair not far from the bed. 

“You were such a sweet man when you arrived at Sanctuary. What happened between you and the Goddess of war?” The female saint asked, her arms crossed over her chest. Her face is hidden by the mask all female saints have to wear. Poseidon growled but answered her. He told her everything that happened before plopping down on the bed again. “I just want someone to love. Is that so hard to ask for?” He turned his head to look at the female saint. He watched as he pressed her pointer finger and thumb to her chin before lifting her head up. “There is a party being celebrated for the return of the Bronze saints in a few days. Please come to it.” She said, turning and walking out of his room. 

{Three days later}

Poseidon entered Sanctuary once again. He was dressed up and had his hands behind his back as he walked around the open space. As he walked around, he spotted a very familiar person. Her hair was out of the bun it had been in when he first met her. She wears a beautiful but simple black and silver dress, with heels that barely raise her an inch or two from her normal height. 

When she turned around, Poseidon can feel his heart thumping in his chest. “Poseidon! You made it!” Her voice. Such a wonderful sound to his ears. He offers a gentle smile as she walks towards him. A bright smile on her face. “You don’t have the mask this evening. Did Athena allow you to take it off?” He asked, holding his arm out to her. She smiled and wrapped her arm around his. 

She hummed softly before leaning her head against his arm. “I did. It was stuffy with the mask on.” She said. Poseidon couldn’t remember a time he had been so happy. He danced with her and talked with her the entire night. As the party began to come to a close, Poseidon pulled her into his chest and hugged her. “If you want to date her, I have no issue with that. All I ask is for you to join me and my saints in the fight against Hades.” Athena’s voice cut through the calm and startled Poseidon. 

He turned to face the Goddess and explain what he was doing but found her smiling at him. The smile was warm. Poseidon turned to face Y/n with a smile of his own before turning back to Athena. “I will gladly help you fight Hades.” He said, his arms tightening around Y/n’s waist, a proud smile on his lips. Athena smiled at the God of the sea before turning around and walking away. “I shall bless your relationship with prosperity and hope for the new generation.” She whispered.

[starlitmark]

𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐬

◈ Warnings: none

◈ Note 1: this is meant to cause no harm (aka if any of the gods are watching me do this I mean no offense to you or your powers)

◈ Note 2: thank you to my lovely darling @raibebe for helping me through assigning everything and giving me the idea to start with 💕

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐋𝐞𝐞

◈ Son of Athena

◈ He’s always known in a sense that he wasn’t a normal human he always knew he was different

◈ Then he met his mom and realized “oh fuck? Yooo, I’m a god”

◈ It was totally unintentional too he was just vibing one day and Athena’s owl paid him a visit and boom he met mom

◈ He’s the oldest one in their group of them and often spends a lot of his time in the archives and library learning pretty random and useless facts

◈ Spends a lot of his free time annoying Jeno (unintentionally)

◈ Very good at strategizing everything and uses it to his advantage when they play games (even though he claims he’s not very competitive)

◈ Please don’t fuck with him though… he weighs heavy on the knowledge side of his mother’s ruling but never forget, she also rules war too… Mark can be a nightmare if you make him angry enough

𝐇𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧

◈ He’s actually a god

◈ His parents are Hades and Persephone

◈ He just prefers to hang out in the mortal realm cause he clicked well with a “rather annoying demigod” (aka Haechan)

◈ He of course has his godly duties but more often than not he’s just relaxing with the others

◈ Very broody and grumpy like his dad but also so sweet and gentle like his mom at the same time

◈ He has the ability to manipulate seasons (not as much as his mother) and also has complete invisibility at his will like his dad

◈ PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT COMPARE HIM TO HIS SIBLINGS he’s really nothing like his sister, Melinoë goddess of nightmares and madness, or his brother, Dionysus god of wine and religious pleasure… he just wants to vibe being his own self with no real power over important things like his other siblings (his main thing is small parts of nature with a strong association to pomegranates)

◈ Gives this odd combination of cold and welcoming vibes at the same time

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐨

◈ Son of Ares

◈ Comes off very cold and angry at first

◈ He can’t help it though he genuinely wants to be approachable but having that fiery side to him makes him seem otherwise

◈ Very gifted in cartography and is always the designated map reader no matter how long or short the trip is

◈ He’s the only one who knew his dad was a god from the start (Ares would always pop in from time to time to check on the boy and said he was his favorite)

◈ He’s kinda destructive but he doesn’t mean it most of the time… he always blames it on his dad being the god of war leaning on the side of destruction rather than strategic war

◈ Many want to avoid him at all costs due to his father’s reputation and all he wants is to prove that he’s not like him

◈ Has always stayed by Jaemin’s side and finds his presence calming to the simmering rage that seems to always exist inside him

𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧

◈ Son of Apollo

◈ A bit of a shit head but in the most endearing way possible

◈ Literally a ray of sunshine in human form and he knows it

◈ His smile could heal any wounds of any form

◈ He’s always had an affinity for poetry and sunshine but never knew the root of his love until his mom finally told him why his dad was never around… then it all clicked

◈ As much as he is the one causing issues he’s also the one to remedy the issues thanks to the gift of healing that his father bestowed upon him

◈ He has the cutest relationship with Jisung too since they were raised side by side

𝐍𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧

◈ Son of Aphrodite

◈ Literally the most gorgeous boy you’ll ever see even though he has lots and lots of siblings

◈ He’s so humble about his beauty too he never boasts about it

◈ Has soooo much love to give and normally either Jeno or Jisung are the recipients of that love (and Jeno grumbles about it but deep deep down really loves it)

◈ As a child he always collected scalloped sea shells and kept them on his dad’s dresser and his dad told him that they were always his mom’s favorite (Jaemin had always assumed she passed when he was still young)

◈ Thennnnn one day a gorgeous woman popped up on the doorstep of his home and his dad broke down in tears and Jaemin just went “mom?” and the rest is history

◈ He is always the one to go to for relationship advice romantic or platonic (for familial you should probably see Renjun or Mark)

𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐞

◈ Son of Poseidon

◈ Just as dramatic as his father maybe even more… he loses a game? Suddenly there’s a huge sea storm or an earthquake… he feels a little sad? The whole room is flooded with seawater

◈ The first person in the group he clicked with was Mark which is really ironic considering the long-standing feud between their parents

◈ Chenle was always a water baby and would always find the coolest things in the water but never made a connection between it until some man walked out of the ocean one day and said he was his dad (Chenle laughed in his face for a few minutes thinking he was having a heat-induced hallucination or something)

◈ All of the others know not to get on Chenle’s bad side though… you never want to be on his bad side with how powerful the kid is (Haechan learned that the hard way)

◈ Sometimes he just feels like being a shit starter though and douses his friends in water just for the hell of it

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

◈ Son of Artemis

◈ Just like his cousin Haechan he’s always had an affinity for nature. Specifically the moon and deer and he later came to find that his mother was the goddess of the hunt and the moon

◈ He and Haechan were actually raised more like siblings than cousins. His dad and Haechan’s mom ended up getting to be very close friends and only saw it to be right to raise the two boys together

◈ Jisung is just as caring as his mom too, he would risk anything to care for his friends and his dad (he is well aware that his mom can handle herself)

◈ He has a strong sense of nature and you can often find him (and Haechan) sitting in a garden or a forest somewhere. The practice actually helps them feel more connected to his mom and Haechan’s dad… it’s rare any of them get communication but it’s even more so for them with their parent being the god of the moon and sun respectively

◈ Always means well even if he accidentally misinterprets a situation or question which he’s rather prone to doing

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[hrefna-the-raven]

The handsome "Not Jack"-pot

While you're all waiting for more Travis stories, please find below an older story I wrote after playing Borderlands 3. Timtam needs some love too ;)

Words:998

Originally published in 2020 on AO3

The handsome "Not Jack"-pot

With a metallic thud and a creak the heavy yellow door of the small cot opened and someone stormed outside, one hand thrown defensively in the air while the other one removed the Hyperion yellow hood that covered the face.

“No, no, no, no, don’t shoot!”, a trembling voice begged, “this is not what it looks like!”

That voice…it sounded so familiar, you were unable to pin it down immediately but you instinctively lowered your weapon.

“I am NOT Jack!”, the person continued, finally revealing his face, “not at all…”

A set of beautiful eyes, a blue and a green one, stared tremulously at yours. The dark brown hair, with one large grey strand, was a mess and the face was grafted with a seemingly identical mask. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight. Roughly ten year after leaving Elpis, you’ve only seen that face on propagandistic posters and threatening ECHO messages. The very last time you had seen it in its original form, if you could even call it like that since it was another man’s looks implanted on him, was when Athena grabbed the collar of your jacket and tore you out of the vault, away from Jack and his doppelganger.

“My name is just-“

“Timothy”, you interrupted him, "Timothy Lawrence."

It was the moment his perplexed gaze lingered longer on you as expected when you finally realised that you were still standing there in full armor, helmet covering every possibility for him to recognise you. You clicked the button on the side of it and the visor sprang up. Timothy's eyes widened, your soft facial contours, that plushed sweet lips and those dark eyes in which he lost himself countless times while his hand caressed your smooth hair. He gulped, hands now shaking uncontrollably and his voice trembling as he breathed your name, still with a hint of doubt. He was locked up and hunted in this blasted casino for so many years, his mind might just as well play tricks and the one person he always longed for was not standing there but was a mere illusion, an infallible sign that loneliness finally broke him. In addition to this, it just couldn’t be you, Jack boasted with having tied up all the loose ends prior to his time as head of Hyperion, he never mentioned specifically killing you, but knowing his former megalomaniac boss, it was highly probable.

“You...you're real, rrrrright? I mean like you’re standing there, physically, not imaginary…cupcake?”

There it was, the way Jack spoke, how he rolled the “r” and stretched out the last part of word, paired with Timothy's adorable insecurity. You nodded, your lips forming a broad smile before you jumped at him, hugging him as tight as you could without crushing him. Timothy pressed his nose into your hair, inhaling deeply all of you as he wanted to breath in all the lost years at once as tears formed in the corners of his eyes. He still was a prisoner in this awful casino, but with you in his arms, he suddenly felt...good, calm, in a way he felt as he finally arrived at a placid home after an eternity of unrest, pain, torture and devouring fears. Shots in a distance broke your silent reunion, your heads got up in a sudden panic, scanning around for potential enemies. Even outside Pandora, it was hard up to nearly impossible to have a few minutes of non-threatening quiet. Timothy grabbed your hand and dragged you hurriedly behind him. He abruptly stopped at a strange device on a wall, two corners away, shoved his face against the lens, swearing under his breath. After a few seconds and a quick beeping noise, the wall slid aside, revealing some kind of large half empty storage room you were pushed inside before the wall closed again.

“Welcome to the casa de Timothy”, he waved his hands around, smiling like a child in a sweet shop.

You giggled at his gleeful childishness. While hunting the vault and defending against the invading Dahl forces on Elpis, you could always count on Timothy to keep you smiling. His sweet and innocent soul that felt out of place in the reality you were forced to reside in was what made him most precious, a rare jewel of kindness in a world that was rotten to its core. Your helmet and weapon dropped with a loud clunk to the floor, only two seconds before you threw yourself into his arms, sobbing with your face pressed on his chest.

“I missed you”, you blubbered out, “you don't know how much I missed you.”

Streams of tears ran down your cheeks, they emerged from an ineffable joy, locked up for almost an eternity and not to be stopped by anything. All your emotions broke loose, flooding the moment, overwhelming both of you as his tears joined yours. He squeezed you as hard as he was able to, not planning on letting you any time soon, hell, if he would never ever get away from this place he would at least be stuck here with you in his arms. He grabbed your chin, pulled your head up a bit and gazed deeply into your eyes.

“I love you, pumpkin. I survived hell, no matter what he did or told to me, I kept going, never knowing why, but now”, his voice broke off for a moment as he struggled to remain calm, “having you here in this hell with me, I finally realise why I could never give up, I knew we would find each other again someday, just like we found each other on Elpis ten years again.”

“I saw right through your act”, you gently mocked.

“And you didn't even know Jack at that time”, he replied amused, “I wonder how bad I actually must be as his body double.”

“Fortunately you're no use as mimicking Jack”, you cackled, finally pressing your lips on his.

[besamehyuka]

If I’m To Blame Chapter 1: Kai

INTRODUCTION

NEXT 

~23 Years Ago~

The sound of Hoseok’s strumming kept echoing through out the halls of the grand palace. It was no wonder why Zeus loved Hoseok more that anything, he brought joy, along with his name. Anyone who heard the name, Hoseok, would instantly  be brought to life and dropped to their knees in gratitude. 

“He just has that way with a lot of people.” Kai remembers Namjoon saying, or should he be more formal, and say Athena. But then again, this is his thoughts, not god or goddess talk. His own time to be alone, his own time to concentrate and not worry about whether he was being too harsh or having to focus on his tasks at hand, or whether mortals were portraying them right.

He had read many of the textbooks at the library brought to life by mortals, and had to say he was nothing at all what the mortals had seen him as. Nether was Namjoon, or his twin brother Seokjin, for that matter.

Him and Seokjin were not females, nor were they blond or skinny and curvy, he chuckles remembering. 

 At first when he had read it he had shaken his head in disbelief, in distaste, in disgust. How could they have gotten that big crucial part so wrong? He then, at that very moment wanted to yell, get up and march up to whoever at written these textbooks and demand they rewrite them, to lay every fact and key point at their feet and at their heads.  

“But that’s what they think you are, and they worship you for it. Don’t make their false hopes go down the drain.” Seokjin had declared, his head turned up, almost as if he had read his mind.

“What do you mean?’ Kai had asked, slamming the book shut, earning a glare from the librarian at the front desk but as her eyes focused on Kai it turned to something more eager. Dusting off her dress she walked to the back of the library, trying her best to remain calm. 

Kai sighed in annoyance, it was that look. Everyone gave him and his brother that look. The look of lust. The look of want. 

It really should’ve made his blood rush, made every fiber of his being burst, but it didn’t. Instead, it made him sick. Made him disgusted with the mortal world. In fact, made him hate it so much, he vowed he would never come down unless he had to do some research or unless it absolutely called for it.

He made his mind up that day, and he couldn’t say he didn’t feel bad, because he didn’t. He never regretted leaving. 

He never had a lover, never wanted one. Even though he was a god of love, he dreaded it, and was spoken many times by his father, and brother by how in the future someone might come along.

Key word. Might.

He remembers the heated argument he got into with his brother about how much of a cheater Seokjin was. And a chuckle had erupted from his brother’s mouth.

“That’s what I am! I have no shame! I am your twin Kai, we are equals.”

Don’t you dare call me what you are! I am not a filthy dick like you.” 

Jin just shrugged at his response. “We are the gods of love, and whether you chose to follow your path is not my decision. I know what I am, and i’m happy with it, maybe you should thin-”

Before he had another word Kai got up and darted out of the room, not wanting to hear another word, it was obvious. He hated this path. He hated being a god, everything about it. But he had no choice, how could he?

“Back to the present day. No thinking about the past now.” A warm soft voice spoke, making Kai shift his attention to the man strumming the guitar. Hoseok’s eyes were focused on Kai’s light blue ones waiting for an answer as he heard another pair of feet walk towards them, but fall short.

“Aye, Jennie.” Hoseok stated smiling that bright beautiful sunny smile, the only smile you could get from the god of the sun. 

“Apollo, you should really-” Kai tried to correct Hoseok, but was stopped short when Jennie reached her hand out to touch Kai’s cheek. 

“Don’t be so formal Kai. It’s alright. We all have real names for a reason, don’t we? Now come on. I like the sound of my real name instead of Persephone.” She smiled, reassuringly.

“Jongin better be treating you alright.” Hoseok stated, stopping his strumming, and for once the seriousness starts to grow between him. His once familiar and bright smile now turning grim as he pressed a soft look of concern.

Kai can feel it, the air tense with it. It is something only he can posses, and he knows what they are feeling, he smells it. Almost like a hummingbird smells sugar water. Like bees finding pollen. He tastes it. 

They’re in love with each other. 

But suddenly the air tastes like stale ocean salt, pricking at his tongue, trying to pry at his throat. Wanting to rip his heart out. 

It is forbidden. 

“What happened?” Kai finally asks, breaking their silence and desperation of unwanted emotion. 

Unlike the textbooks, Apollo, or Hoseok was not a cheater, was not a womanizer, her never prayed upon mortals, he wasn’t like that. He was a shining beam of joy and seeing this tore at everything. 

“Your brother sent Cupid on a mission or something along those lines. I don’t remember which.” Jennie says honestly, her cheeks falling as she sits besides Hoseok, not too close, almost as if she can’t. Like she wants, but something is holding her back.

“And Zeus had held a meeting, just for his brothers, you know.”

Kai nods in acknowledgement, knowing what she’s saying is true, he feels it.

“I don’t know the full details, all I know was that I was out planting my garden and then all of a sudden Cupid shoots his arrow and it hits Jongin.”

Jongin, or Hades as he’s better known for. God of the underworld. He’s a cruel god, or as what Kai knows about him. His eyes trace Jennie’s face seeing as her face begins to whiten and her teeth clatter as she exhales.

“His eyes..” She shivers, almost like a cold breeze came through the window.

“His jet black eyes fell on mine. And he... he fell in love with me. Pulled me on his chariot, and drug me! Literally drug me into the underworld! Only reason I’ve come up is to talk to Zeus.” She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, so emotional she’s frozen to the bone. 

“Kai. You’ve got to do something! Please!” She pleads, begs. “I’ll do anything!”

[artificialqueens]

Fantaisie in F minor, Op. 49 (Anetra x Sasha Colby) - Writworm42

A/N: 3 years after a life-changing and career-ending attack, Sasha comes back to the piano with Anetra's help.

TW transphobic violence, though not written about in detail. Chopin is my absolute favourite composer and in tough times, I cling to his music. I hope I gave him a fitting tribute. Title is one of his pieces; I tried to pick one that fit the fic's mood, but lmk what y'all think! I highly encourage everyone who's not familiar with his music to listen to the songs named in the fic as well, they're all beautiful.

Thank you Athena for beta-ing & hyping me up. Please note, I'm not a guide dog user, but I did try my best to research. If anyone who is a guide dog user has any feedback for me, please let me know!

It makes the news the night it happens, and stays on the news for weeks.

First transgender winner of International Chopin Competition attacked at awards ceremony. Even three years later, the thought of it opens a pit in Sasha’s stomach that makes bile rise in her throat. The hospital stay where all the nurses treated her coldly, where she didn’t speak the language they spoke to each other, sometimes right in front of her, and only knew what she was told despite having so many questions. The way she had been only half-conscious most of the time between the painkillers, anesthetics, and ICU delirium. The pain, so much fucking pain. Being wheeled from surgery to surgery, never knowing when the last one would be.

Blinking and blinking and blinking, but seeing nothing but clouds and muted colours. A fog she’d never be able to get out of, no matter how many ophthalmologists she consulted. 

She brings her hands to her face, the phantom burn of acid tearing over the bumps of her scarred skin as her throat tightens, her heart speeding up. Her mind’s eye was 20/20, suddenly maybe more. She could see the crowd on their feet, hear the thundering applause, feel the weight of the award plaque in her hands. See the shine of the gold medal as it extended towards her, only for a collective gasp to draw her attention away, away from her joy and towards a man’s face twisted in disgust and anger, the open jar in his hand flying towards her--

“Baby, baby, breathe. Breathe.”

Sasha blinks at Anetra’s voice. The music that had been playing on the radio came to an abrupt stop. Chopin’s Grande Polonaise Brillante. The piece she’d been trying to forget for three years. 

“You’re safe,” Anetra repeats, “It’s okay. I’m here.” 

Sasha feels the phantom pain fade, replaced by the prickle of hot tears at the corner of her eyes. It strikes her as incredibly ironic in a cruel way--of all the things that attacker had taken from her, he had somehow managed to miss her lacrimal ducts. Or maybe the surgeons had just saved them. She supposes she should be thankful--no, knows she should be. And she is, most of the time. 

It’s just that right now, she feels ugly all over again.

Sasha’s psychologist had encouraged her to start listening to Chopin again about six weeks ago. It had been extremely difficult at first; she barely made it through half of the Wrong Note Etude before Anetra had to step in and help Sasha calm down. But it had worked—slowly but surely, with Anetra by her side, she could make it through a playlist without needing to do much more than deep breathing. And even though sneak attacks from the radio were difficult, just picturing Anetra leading her through a breathing exercise was enough to help her come out the other side unscathed. 

“Would it help if I hold you?” Anetra asks, as if the answer isn’t almost always yes. Sasha nods anyway, leaning in for Anetra to wrap her in a hug.

“We can reschedule, you know--if it’s not a good day, I mean.” Anetra says quietly after a few minutes, stroking her fingers through Sasha’s hair like she knows she likes. It’s a tempting offer, but Sasha just shakes her head.

“We already reserved the music room,” she sighs. “Besides, if we waited for a good day…”

Anetra nods, not even needing Sasha to finish the sentence. They set today to reach this goal so that there would be a firm time, less room for Sasha to second-guess and back out just like the last two attempts.

She’s made up her mind--for better or for worse, she’s going to sit at a piano today.

“I think I’m okay now,” she pulls away from Anetra after another minute, heaving herself up to stand again. “I’ll go get ready.”

--

The drive to the community centre is relatively short, but feels like an eternity for Sasha. They drive in relative silence except for the occasional yawn or sneeze from Sasha’s guide dog Busby, a chocolate lab with as much personality as Sasha and Anetra combined. They don’t dare put on any music for fear that something upsetting might come on the radio, and Sasha can’t think of much to say, anyway. So she reaches her hand out into the back row for Busby to move towards and hit his snout up against, allowing the cold, damp feel of his nose to ground her. 

“We’re here,” Anetra advises as they turn into the parking lot, and for a second, Sasha falters. They’re doing this, they’re really doing this. it’s freeing to think of, yes, and she’s proud of herself, but… The battle’s not over yet. They’re still in the parking lot. They have to actually walk in, have to actually open the door to the music room, have to actually walk up and sit down and then what if the piano bench isn’t big enough for the both of them, what if there isn’t even enough space for Busby to sit by the piano and he has to stay by the door and so she’s trapped, trapped sitting on a bench because she doesn’t know her way around the room and Anetra will be far and Busby will be far and it’ll be a disaster--

“Hey.”

Sasha jolts to attention at the sound of Anetra’s voice and the feeling of her wife’s hand on her shoulder. 

“The room has an upright, I think it’s a Yamaha. It’s arranged on the far side of the room so there’s room to move around freely. The piano bench fits two and Busby can sit beside you.”

“How did you--” 

“I know you is how,” Anetra laughs. “I visited the room last week just to make sure all the logistics would be smooth for you. For us,” she adds, moving her hand down to grab Sasha’s and give it a comforting squeeze.

“I love you,” Sasha sighs, the warmth of gratitude and affection flooding her chest.

“I know,” Anetra says, and Sasha just knows she’s smiling. 

They walk into the community centre together, Sasha holding Anetra’s hand in an iron grip. Even though she can’t technically see, Sasha swears she can feel a million pairs of eyes watching them as they move through the building. She can’t decide which of her insecurities is worse; the bitter anger that people might see a mangle-faced freak with a victim for a partner, or the painful dread that they might see her as a pitiful charity case with a saint of a wife. If they even see Anetra that way; Sasha swears that every time they’ve been out since they came back from Poland, people have assumed Anetra was her aide instead of the love of her life.

“We’re here,” Anetra gives Sasha’s hand one more squeeze as they come to a stop, Busby guiding Sasha right to the door of the music room and pointing his nose to indicate the location of the doorknob. Not that he needs to; before Sasha can reach out for it, Anetra has swooped in ahead of her, throwing open the door and stepping aside with a theatrical ‘ milady.’

“You’re such a dork,” Sasha snorts, giggling a bit despite herself as she steps inside. It’s strange; maybe it’s because she can’t really see, but as she’s walking deeper into the room, nothing plays in her mind and there’s no anxiety in her chest. She knows there’s a piano, yes, but somehow, for a split second, she convinces herself that the room is empty, just a regular room with nothing special or scary in it.

That is until Busby guides her to the piano bench, allowing her knees to graze its edges, and her heart drops into her stomach. 

Breathe, Sash. Breathe . She closes her eyes and inhales shakily, imagining the things that make her feel calm just like her psychologist taught her. Listening to her favourite songs. Red velvet cake. Her family back in Hawai’i. The soft feeling of plumeria petals against her fingertips and sun-warmed sand between her toes. Her and Anetra’s honeymoon in Tahiti, making love under a deep orange sunset. 

“I’m coming beside you,” Anetra warns, careful not to disrupt Sasha’s fragile attempt at inner peace, for which Sasha is incredibly grateful. She relaxes a little further, opening her eyes by sheer force of habit so as not to feel surprised by the sudden warm presence of her wife beside her. 

“Take your time, angel,” Anetra murmurs, reaching for Sasha’s hand and giving it another squeeze. “We have the room for an hour, we can just stand here that whole time if that’s what you’re up to doing.” 

“If I do, Dr. Da Luca will make me come back again next week,” she jokes, even though it’s definitely true. Though Sasha supposes that she’ll have to come back next week regardless of whether she succeeds today or not; that’s the key to exposure, Dr. Da Luca keeps reminding her--consistency and repetition.

She’s trying not to think about that right now, though.

“Would it help if we put on music?” Anetra chances, and honestly, Sasha isn’t really sure, but she nods anyway, willing to try. She’s curious, anyway, what kind of music Anetra will pick--Anetra’s a mood-listener, someone who forgoes genre or artist to pick solely based off of the vibe she feels. And considering that Sasha has absolutely no idea what to call the vibe in this room right now, if Anetra can provide some clarification, well. She’s sure Dr. Da Luca would support that. 

“Remember when you taught me this song?” Sasha can hear the grin in Anetra’s voice as Go Tell Aunt Rhody starts playing off her phone, and Sasha can’t help it--she bursts into the kind of laughter she never would have thought she’d be capable of in this moment. 

 “Yeah, I remember,” she rolls her eyes, giving Anetra a playful shove on the shoulder, “It took you three days to get the hands-separate version even remotely acceptable. Which honestly was pretty impressive. Just, you know, for all the wrong reasons.” 

“Hey! I got it in the end, didn’t I?” Anetra protests in mock offense. “Pretty damn well, too, I would say. Hands together, even!” 

“And I was very proud,” Sasha giggles. 

“You know, I think I still remember it, actually,” Anetra continues pensively. “Move over, let me check this out--”

Before Sasha can even think about what’s happening, Anetra is plunking her way through something that sounds more like one of Busby’s more theatrical whines than any song Sasha’s ever tried to teach her. It’s absolute chaos, and as much as Sasha knows Anetra’s doing it on purpose, she also can’t help but try to step in.

“Oh my God, stop, that’s not how you do it--”

“Mhm,” Anetra’s hands come off the piano, her voice smug as it suddenly hits Sasha that she’s not standing anymore. She’s not hovering, not bending over to correct her wife. Instead, she’s… 

“Did I… Am I…?” 

“You did it, baby!” Anetra squeals, practically throwing herself onto Sasha and squeezing her tightly. “I’m so proud of you.

“Oh my God,” Sasha laughs in disbelief. Her heart is pounding, and her throat feels tight, but she did it--she really, actually did it. 

“How do you feel, sweetheart?” Anetra keeps hugging Sasha, holding onto her tightly as tears begin to gather at the corner of Sasha’s eyes again. She knows they’ll spill over if she tries to speak, so instead, she just puts her head on Anetra’s shoulder, sighing contentedly as Anetra brings a hand up to stroke her hair. 

“Neech?” she finally says after a few minutes, when the beating of her heart has fully calmed and her throat feels relaxed again. 

“Yes, angel?”

“Can you play it again?” Sasha buries her face deeper into Anetra’s shoulder, breathing in the scent of her perfume.

“Oh, you want a little bit more of this?” Anetra’s voice is dripping with mischief as she begins to bang on the keys again.

“Fuck off,” Sasha laughs. “No, for real this time. Just… play it again.”

So Anetra does, and it sounds absolutely beautiful. 

[cljordan-imperium]

Find The Word Tag

I was tagged by @blind-the-winds

My words are: grace, glint, grave, ghost, and give

I'm tagging - @athena-anna-rose @dogmomwrites @frostedlemonwriter and @minutiaewriter along with Open Tag

Your words are: say, shadow, line, contrast, volume

Now onto the writing...

GRACE

Beauty, an ethereal grace, lethality, and an indomitable will, this Queen Abriella was proving to be quite the female specimen and it was peeking Kellen’s interest more with every moment.  His gaze upon her was intense, the desire to know her more was growing stronger.  Could she be his equal, or more interestingly, his better?

GLINT

Unlike the night before, she no longer looked defiant and bold, the spirited glint was gone from her eyes.  Her shoulders were slumped, head down, and she overall looked defeated.  He was sure he had a part in that. Putting fingers under her chin he tipped her head back to look at him. "This is not the time for regrets. When we get to the castle, okay?" She nodded weakly. For a reason he didn't know, he gently tucked a lock of her dark brown hair behind her ear. "Let's get started.  There is hopefully a road near so we can get you some food."

GRAVE

Once Adriel had taken his seat and everyone seemed to calm some, Brie had the rest of her Guard, Olly, and Div join them in the dining room.  Before he sat, she took her grandfather off to the side to discuss the frailty of Yael’s psyche. There was a growing fear in her mind that it had been a grave mistake to bring her to Imperium where there were frequently angels as much as demons. Div tried to reassure her that sheltering her would do her no favors and that she was in the best hands possible with Leandre and Deacon. Abriella kept thinking back to her own time when she had first arrived at Sanctuary in Chicago and she too had run scared.  What she had been through in her early life paled to what Yael had survived, which made Abriella’s heart break for her friend all the more.

GHOST

I do not have this word in my current writing, so I will give you some information about Casperius, one of my OC's.

Casperius is one of three brothers. Cormoran is his older brother and Mattheus is his younger. The FC for Casperius is Ed Skrein, Cormoran is Cillian Murphy, and Mattheus is Nicholas Hoult. They are all Contract Demons and while the older two work together in what can best be described as a mafia type syndicate that they lead, Mattheus has gone rogue and actually operates against them. What they don't realize is that Kellen is helping him. How, why, and what that means for our little Forest Sprite, Martenique is an adventure you'll have to stay tuned to see.

GIVE

“Course ya can, babe.  Now, one of us or even more than one will have to be watchin over ya from somewhere, but we can keep back to give ya girls some space.”  Thinius gave Phaedra’s shoulders a soft and reassuring squeeze.  This seemed something important to his girl, so he’d make it happen if he had to station members of the legion every three feet just out of sight of the women to keep them safe. While there was no way anyone that would harm the SHOULD be able to get into the Palace didn’t mean that they wouldn’t be able to.  There were still spies for Leviathan and Abbadon after all.  And his double-agent didn’t know them all.

[juleswritesthis]

My Thoughts: 9-1-1 5x16 May Day

HOLY SMOKES. Incredible, emotional, and beautiful episode of 9-1-1 on FOX. Writer, director,& editor deserve so much kudos. I am so astonished they packed so much story, character development and action into 43 minutes of television.

May Day. I’m so proud of May. She is her mother’s daughter. She’s strong & courageous and proved she bid someone great today! I love how she stood up for herself with Claudette then was the first to admit that she did want credit. I love her quick thinking & immense bravery, how she galvanized Claudette to get her moving. I love that she called Bobby ‘My Dad’ and meant it. Bravo May!

Papa Bear Bobby? Bobby is the greatest Papa Bear! I love his conversation with Athena and the way he said ‘mess with my kid you mess with me’. I think she fell in love with him again. Loved the Nash/Grant scenes but was hoping for a family hug. Bobby hears May is trapped and he instantly changes to Man on a mission! I loved his determination to save May at all costs. And I’m so glad he did get to save his daughter this time.  

Firefighter Eddie Diaz. Yeah, baby my guy is back! No joke when he got into his gear without hesitation & ran into that building, I clapped. The way he immediately responded, his instincts, quick thinking and calm under pressure saved so many lives. Linda is right being a firefighter is Eddie’s calling. Icing on the cake was his big smile when Linda said God has spoken. Its about time we see him smile that big again.

Han Brothers Unite. These two were just a pleasure to watch today. During the first scene I wanted Chimney to listen to what Albert was telling him. I’m glad he recognized that & loved their conversation at the end. Also, full circle moment for Chimney, he saves his little bro where he couldn’t save Kevin. (Here come the tears again). 

Lucy and Taylor Meet & Greet. I don’t even know what to think here and I’m still not sold on this storyline. But Lucy’s face when Taylor walked off made me snort so loud. I couldn’t help it!

Buck & Eddie Roadshow. So happy to see these two working together again. Like Chim/Hen, Buck & Eddie are incredible parters. They work together by instinct, watching them is like watching a symphony, perfectly timed, and effortless. Buck’s whole blood clot story, Eddies incredulous face, & Carson’s comment about taking their show on the road had me in stitches!

Yououou Are Not Alone. The way everyone just ran to help Bobby when Lucy radioed the mayday he was down. Buck and Eddie sprinted so fast I barely saw them. Bobby means so much to everyone & even surrogate father some. Though love the song they used; I will always link it to the Eddie Begins flashbacks, so kind of wish they had chosen a different one, something Unique to link only to this beautiful scene.

Josh Instant Love Connection. I’m so happy that it seems Josh finally gets a sweet boyfriend. Josh asking Sue if they do background checks on contractors though. Poor guy is still so traumatized after 2 years! 

Evil Jonah Unmasked. The fandom had Jonah tagged as suspicious even evil weeks ago, but I can’t believe he killed Claudette! He has been stopping these victims’ hearts so he can restart them and get all the credit as a big hero or whatever. What a freaking psycho!  

RIP Claudette. I may not have agreed with her teaching methods, but dang it Claudette deserved to live! After her and May finally find common ground, we find out a back story where she survived a previous fire, and she survives this fire, Jonah kills her? I’m so mad and so very sad for her. Totally did not expect that ending though. What a shock!  

In Hen We Trust. I’m so glad Hen instinctively knows Jonah is suspect as all heck. My lady Karen is right, Hen didn’t trust him from the start. I’m so glad she told Hen to follow her instincts. I can’t wait to see Hen bring that murderer down!!! 

Making with the Funny. (10 points for anyone who knows that reference 😊). This episode is so emotionally charged but also has great moments of levity. Like Eddie’s “today YOU are a guest in this house” and Josh’s response. Lmao. And countless other moments that make this episode so fun to watch in between the action and emotion. 

Mayday. Perfect title is so perfect from the focus on May and this being “her day” to the use of mayday throughout the episode as distress call, to the entire episode being a distress call as in the call center in distress. Really can’t get a better title if they tried. I have to say though, Eddie’s first Mayday? HOT!!! (so many puns so little time 😉). 

Definitely the best episode of the season (which given 5B is amazing!) and maybe in the top episodes of the show. I’m still bewildered we got so much in 1 episode. Yes, Maddie was missing, but everyone else, even side characters and guest stars had story and development. So brilliant. I can’t wait to see what the writers have in store for us next week and then finale! BRING IT! 

[tsukasa-writes]

Also it's kinda a pjsk x Danganronpa au

Father-fuyuhiko

Dad/dad- hajime

"daddy! father!" My dad and Father looked at me they were tugging me into bed together my father put me in my large bed "what is it yume?" He said "I wanna ask how did you and father fell in love?" they looked at each other and laughed at each other,father's cheek turn red "well it's a pretty long story" daddy said I just laughed "it's okay it's like a fairytale then" they both smiled "well okay then get comfy it's a wild ride" my father said sitting down next to me

15 years ago hajime Hinata was a reserve course student who couldn't be around other talented students however one day a reserve course student named natsumi kuzuryuu invited him to her house to make a project alongside two others as they got there hajime met a cute looking boy who had a buzz cut hair Rosy cheeks dirty golden eyes he was fuyuhiko he talked to him a few times but not too long hot...he saw him with 4 kids 2 girls and 2 boys who were trying to write lyrics hajime couldn't stop staring at fuyuhiko for some reason "hey hajimemes why are you staring at my brother and his mentees?" Natsumi appeared out of nowhere hajime jumped "gah! Don't scare me like!" Haji also realized that fuyuhiko is a mentor Nat just crossed her arms "if you like those girls sorry bud they are like 16-17 years old" hajime felt weriden out they were too young for hajime anyways "no! I'm not Looking at them!" Hajime denied it "then who were you staring at?" The two heard the 4 kids and fuyuhiko laughing hajime eyes were glued onto fuyuhiko,natsumi eyes widen smirking "come on memes mike and Athena need our help" later on hajime finds out that the kids with fuyuhiko were street performers called "vivid bad squad" fuyuhiko babysat the group sub leader An and the orange and yellow haired boy this made haji a bit curious he just saw fuyuhiko as a Yakuza and didn't knew that he was also a street performers teacher as him and his group were making a science project he stood up to get water he went down seeing fuyuhiko who was wearing a suit and underneath the jacket was a pink vest he's eye lashes were super pretty he was with that blonde ponytail girl(hajime could of sworn he saw the same girl hiyoko talks to daily) named kohane "fuyu-sama who's this?" Kohane said gently "oh this? I think this is my sister's friend" fuyuhiko stared at him "if you're looking for water it's over there" he pointed at the water dispenser "yea I got kinda lost in this mansion" kohane said embarrassed a bit "same" as hajime got his water haji couldn't resist looking at the beautiful man where he literally spilled his water quickly running out of the room embarrassed

After that haji couldn't stop thinking about fuyuhiko even if he tried he was so dizzy in dreams of that beautiful man...one day when hajime was waiting for chiaki his friend to arrive he heard a little singing a nice melody came from somewhere "what's that noise? "hanpa nara K.O. fuwafuwa shitai nara douzokaien junbi shichaou ka naite mo waratte mo aishite ne" it was a guy singing ado by kagamines hajime was to curious and investigate the singing as he went around trees he saw a guy sitting under a tree "nandaka na… tte tsumannai koto mo aru deshou ronrii ronri no nooto handii honki dassou" it can't be... fuyuhiko?! No way he's into vocaloid?! He stayed to listen to him singing "yan nacchatte doro ni Bad gohatto darou ga oborete ochite sorosoro ikka" he's voice is so attractive.... "motto ganbatte agaru made motto ganbatte" hajime snapped out realizing he needed to go before fuyuhiko realized

As time went by natsumi invite hajime to his house more often and hajime was always happy because hajime was able to be friends with fuyuhiko and talked with him on a regular daily basis by just talking to him hajime and fuyuhiko sneak out without natsumi knowing just to see the ocean which was not far away from the manor "y'know I love the ocean breeze it's silent and calming I love silent noises" fuyuhiko smiled he looked so pretty under the moon's light "me too" after a while the two develop crushes on each other hajime being a trainwreck trying to get fuyuhiko's heart without him knowing fuyu likes him back the vbs also tried helping fuyuhiko out by making pick up (failing miserably) "how am I supposed to let him know I like him...?" Hajime said to himself trying to sing a song to erase his train of thoughts until "hey Hinata" it was fuyuhiko hajime blushed out of no where surprised by fuyuhiko "o-oh hey fuyu-kun"

"Listen I'm going to my friends y'know the vivid bad squad? They have a live event today and I want you to come" hajime blushed "m-me?" He stuttered "yea toya gave me an invitation to get a plus one natsumi and peko are busy right now..." Hajime heart did 3 backflips "of course!"

At the live event the vbs were there getting excited over hajime talking to him and asking him so much stuff "hey there I'm toya nice to meet you" toya a blue and purple haired boy said to him "o-oh hey there" an akito and kohane smiled at him knowing what's up while fuyuhiko was helping the kids practice for the live event teaching them songs they can sing at the show hajime stared at him "oh so you like vocaloid?" Hajime asked fuyuhiko eyes widen "oh yeah I really do" he laughed "yea he's such a good singer!" An compliant him smiling at him *thanks an"

During the live event the kids were doing so well and sing and dance so amazingly singing the song "Utsuro wo Aogu" (with the help of a singer from their phones) they were in synced with each other which made fuyuhiko happy and seeing him happy after the live event hajime already had to leave as his parents were worried sick about him "thanks for inviting me to the live event" he said "anytime dude hope to see you again soon!" Akito said waving as hajime walked away fuyuhiko was hesitant about something "hey hajime! Fuyuhiko needs to tell you something!" An said fuyuhiko looked at her confused "is there something you need?" Fuyuhiko just went ahead and kissed him on the cheek and ran off "oh"

"Yume there's more then just that story but-" hajime and fuyuhiko realized yume was already asleep they giggled and kissed each other and went to sleep as well "we can tell her more tomorrow"

#yume kuzuryuu Hinata #kuzuhina parent au