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𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐱 𝐖𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐠

⋆˚࿔ Sooo I’m using an AU where LinLing ends up working as Nice’s backup manager, or even an intern for Ms. J, if you will.

⋆˚࿔ Throuple hc sheet below the cut~

^My headcanons :3

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⋆˚࿔ No idea what to call their throuple name. I was thinking Wriceling? It sounds so silly to say though.

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𝐡𝐜𝐬

⋆˚࿔ Headcanons are placed in the timeline like: Starting, Established, and then I will be sticking to the canon that Nice commits suicide, and there might be a part two or drabble about Wreck and LL after that.

Gen

- Wreck and Nice were initially in a relationship, with LinLing coming later

- I would imagine they’re not completely educated, or even aware of throuple or polyam dynamics, they’re kinda just like “Boyfriends? Okay.”

- They’re all over-thinkers.. mostly LinLing. But it’s internal.

- I could see Wreck having a bit of hidden jealously in the beginning, especially when he didn’t know LL as well

- They are all extremely good at filling the parts of their relationship, and by that I mean when Wreck is at like 20% Nice and LL will be there to fill those spaces.

- I would assume Moon has little to no care about their relationship altogether, wouldn’t go out of her way to complain nor speak about it. She has no feelings for Nice. She’s aware he won’t have feelings for her. Moon just wants out lol.

- LL and Wreck are okay with Nice and Moon’s fake public relationship, though Wreck is slightly more bitter about it.

- Wreck more especially is always trying to get Nice to loosen up and enjoy himself a bit. He eventually will, but often times he’s glued to work and stressing like a lot a lot

- Their dynamic is very fluid. It’s hard to think about this in the canon, honestly. Due to the fact Wreck and Nice are enemies, and LL is almost practically a nobody.

- Honestly I’ve been ignoring how they would hide their relationship. I feel think overall they wouldn’t have such a hard time doing so. Wreck and Nice can just turn it into a fight if they’re ever caught, and LL will just be a bystander. In the privacy of the tower, I think as long as it’s not affecting work too much, Ms. J would eventually give up.

- ^In the beginning Ms. J was very adamant on separating them.

𝐚𝐛𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 (𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥)

- Cooking skills?

Nice: Yeah! Pretty good! Probably makes dinner occasionally, and he’s not very fond of fast food regularly.

LinLing: Probably not. He thinks he can though- so try to hype him up!!

Wreck: Most likely can’t and knows it. He’ll be fine eating anything though.

- One time, LL cooked dinner for them. It turned out horrible but both Wreck and Nice were too scared to say so. Because he would be pretty sad. So both of them were just like: 😃👍

- Both LinLing and Wreck might get annoyed every once in a while about Nice’s diet. Which I think would be extremely balanced with nutrition, protein, veggies, all that stuff. This guy will not go out to eat XFC with them.

- Hobbies?

Nice: He won’t do anything that isn’t directly beneficial to his career or public reputation very often. Like little to nothing. He trains, practices ballet, and I definitely see him studying something like business or analyzing statistics. That’s his fun.

LinLing: I can think he’s being a fan of video games! RPG and FPS games, he loves to customize his character. (often doing so to make it stray quite far away from his actual looks, but will still refer to it as him— “but cooler!!”) As well as video editing and stuff he’d do for work. Also hc that he’d be the person in the gc to make stupid memes with graphic templates.

Wreck: I could also see Wreck being a big fan of video games, but more nostalgic ones and less pewpew.. He would probably try to get all three of them to compete in Mario Kart or Street Fighter.

- ^Nice secretly also enjoys video games, and also secretly gets slightly competitive. But he quickly catches himself if he’s having too much fun. bro ;-;

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Ty oomf for encouraging be to write this 🙏 (@skylessstatic)

I feel like I was like winging half of these. It’s an interesting dynamic to write about honestly— I’ve never written for rarepairs

^I don’t say repair because this is an uncommon ship, I just mean Wreck, Nice, and LL have never actually interacted so it makes me think lmao

I was thinking about writing a little sheet about how I write each of the TBHX characters. Like grasping their personalities and all that. So— a headcanon sheet with more in depth information.

Zen off~ 🦋🤍

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If you're taking requests, could I request X doting upon his s/o pre-dating? Like, the guy is trying so hard to flirt and appear charming but s/o just thinks he's a really nice and friendly guy. They're not intentionally trying to friendzone him, they're just dense.

Being X is suffering.

𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬

Work was something X didn't really seem to care for as much. the only reason why he mostly goes was because atleast he'd be given the opportunity to see you. Nearly every morning he'd come in with a bag of sweets to give you and today was no different. The elevator hummed softly as he waited for it to arrive at his designated office.

With a soft chime the doors open as the entire floor bustled with busy workers running from room to room, the sound of keyboards clicking while others talk about current projects and assignments that needed to be done.

The office would normally be more tame and quiet on the usual days but unfortunately today was obviously different. People were so focused and busy working, occaisonally tripping over themselves and rushing to get paperwork done as soon as possible.

There was work for everyone, that included you. Typing along the keyboard, you carefully examined the files. Ensuring there were no errors and such before making final revisions and cleaning up any messes before finally submitting the files to your Co worker. You yawned and stretched your arms to lessen the tensions on your body, feeling cramped from being cooped up siting nearly all morning.

It didn't help that you weren't given the opportunity to eat breakfast when you'd left for work, rushing against time the moment you realized you were late to not receive a scolding from your superiors. Thank the heavens you made it on time.

Lunchtime came quickly as you heard and felt your stomach grumble in hunger. You sighed deciding to head in the office kitchen to see what they had available in the pantry and unfortunately finding nothing you could snack on.

Walking back to your office you felt a wave of disappointment flow through you as frustration crept up. You felt a rather throbbing headache while your stomach rumbled once more in hunger. That's when you noticed a brown paperbag on your desk attached with a note.

Sitting down you felt your butt cramp again, the results of Sitting in a rather soft yet firm and hard seat. You took the note, inspecting it carefully. “午饭来了，好好​​吃吧." A feeling of confusion overcame the sense of hunger you felt as you pondered on who could've gotten you food.

On further inspection you noticed the handwriting looked oddly familiar, realizing it must've been your good friend. Oh how sweet!. Speaking of friend, X approached, coffee in hand with a rather cheeky grin. "Hey, I noticed you were rushing in this morning. And uh—" he rubbed the back of his neck, a warm feeling spread through his body as his face seemed dusted with pink.

"I figured you weren't able to eat breakfast so I got you this." He then offered a freshly brewed coffee which you assumed was take out. You felt a strange bubbly feeling in your chest as a smile graced your lips. Grateful for his thoughtfulness. "Awww! Thank you! You're so sweet."

He simply gave a relaxed smile and went back to work as usual. Later on at lunch he offered to accompany you to the routine spot where you'd enjoy your lunch and seeing as you had nothing else to do it didn't seem like a bad idea.

Unexpectedly he offered to pay for your lunch, to which you adamantly refused but ever the gentle man, X insisted. Always acting extra sweet when it came to you but it seems you never thought of it as more than thoughtfulness from a friend. friend. God how he hated that word, to be nothing more than a mere acquaintance when his poor heart yearned so much already.

You're really gonna be the end of him.

Even as weeks passed, you remained so painfully oblivious to his flirtations and gestures. But every so often, he'd see a dust of Pink on your face as you struggled to convey a response to his teasing. That's what made it worth it, what made him keep going until he'd finally be the only one who could fluster you to such an intimate degree.

He's never giving up, not until he was yours and you were his. Until he could finally carve his name in your heart, just as you have him

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𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞~

(𝐖𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐞)

⋆˚࿔ AGHHH I JUST LOVE THEM!!!

⋆˚࿔ Canon to my ballet au (!)

⋆˚࿔ 376 Words

⋆˚࿔ Ignore my weird writing style in this, it doesn’t pair well with shorter scenes sometimes

⋆˚࿔ Yearning, implied romance, “w—what are we?” ahh fic, Ballet au, no powers au, No trust value au (but mentions of pressure from the public to maintain personas), happy-ish ending

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It was just the luck of Wreck that his dear friend would practice late at night, when the stage was empty and only the moonlight shone through tall, clean windows, illuminating the outline of his smiling jaw. At first, he’d watch near the doorway timidly, but now, it had become routine—routine for both of them to dance together. It was the normal for Wreck to be entirely entranced in Nice. All of him. Watching his precise movements, the grace of his hands, and almost magical movements along to the music of the main number.

Years ago Wreck had admired Nice, which grew into a friendship and then… something more. The only fact Wreck knew in his heart, was that dancing with Nice made him feel alive.

Every role they played, Wreck and Nice were framed as enemies. Their duets would be either fighting, or combat choreography and that.. didn’t feel right. Wreck wanted to play his role with Nice, not.. against him. Even though it was just a rehearsal, he could sense, the fans, Ms. J, and just everyone loved the idea of their rivalry. Fake or not. Though— it would never be fake.

Right?

Why would Nice be guiding his hips, practicing the part that Moon should have.. with him? If this was fake?

It would be unnecessary for Wreck to know Moon’s parts as the main role, but he did. And— it’s not like he’d ever get the honor to dance alongside Nice anywhere else but this quiet room. Locked away from the eyes of the public.

Wreck whispers in his ear softly, “I must play the role of your enemy,” step, step “Though, it’s not ideal,” Wreck shakily sighs as Nice’s hand turns him to face each other properly; each inch of their faces sculpted by blue pale luminescence, “I’d take it than being away from you a second longer,” Nice opens his mouth before Wreck continues, not allowing him to get a single thought out, “So I’ll keep playing the same. It’s how much I care about you.”

Nice’s lip trembles softly as he nods with sullen eyes. What he had almost said before, now diminished. So they locked hands, sat down against the wall, and just sat. Together. Letting the thoughts just go, letting themselves feel what they had now. In this moment. They could be just Wreck and Nice.

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🅣🅞 🅑🅔 🅗🅔🅡🅞 🅧

Dancer Au

Idea for ballet au

Pt 1 (coming soon)

Wreck x Nice

Yap/breakdown

Wreck x Nice x LinLing

Hcs and yap

(OH YEAH COMMENT IF YOU WANNA B ON TAG LIST!!)

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𝐖𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐞 (𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐚𝐩 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐡)

I refer to “OG Nice” is just Nice, And LinLing as LL (when I’m speaking bout them) Wrice as the ship name (Wreck x Nice)

Nice x Wreck is a pairing I love, and I am obsessing over right now! I really wish we got to see more of their dynamic, and just more of Nice in general. Bro got his 8 seconds of screen time and went “peace!” /lh

So umm.. just gonna take and run with the little parts of ep 2 giving audience an insight to their relationship and trying to explain why I love them so much in sane words— let’s go let’s go

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⋆˚࿔ The bond Nice had with Wreck to truly TRULY be himself— sacrificing ideals and letting himself breathe for once, Wreck’s devotion to their relationship even if it wasn’t for the benefit of him!! It’s what makes Wrice such a plausible and appealing ship to me.

⋆˚࿔ We know that Nice canonically has OCD, or at the least extreme extreme perfectionism always trying to maintain this perfect persona of the perfect hero, the perfect boyfriend… But we don’t see that completely when Nice was with Wreck. When LL is developing habitual traits of OCD when we was “becoming” Nice, it was things like flicking the small droplet of water off the soda can— and how Moon explains he would never do something as silly and messy as play with food. But in a flashback scene, we see Nice and Wreck sharing a beer, teasing each other, and Nice even initiating spilling a drink onto him! On purpose! He let his perfection be not so perfect. We see the smile of just letting himself go a little bit. He looks so happy in those memories :(

⋆˚࿔ Wreck, in the beginning and throughout their careers is completely selfless, happily playing nemesis to boost Nice’s trust value!! He didn’t care that he would be a sideline supervillain, as long as it meant he got to fight Nice. As long as it meant he played some role in his life. It didn’t matter.

⋆˚࿔ In the really short moments we get about Nice and Wreck, their relationship that not Moon, not Ms. J, and not any fan would ever see— was the real Nice. Authentic care for one another, and making sacrifices for each other. That’s what makes this ship for me.

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“I play the role of your nemesis, and though it’s not ideal— I’d take it than being apart from you a second longer. That’s how much you mean to me.” *And then they make out* anyways, -Wreck, probably

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“What! why are you smiling so much?” -my dad staring at me as I’m typing this

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH OMGOMGOMGOMG

remember to stretch today! especially you writers, artists, crafters.. I SEE YOUR SHRIMP POSTURE AND GLOW STICK WRISTS. 🦋🤍

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𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐗 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐔 (𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚)

I refer to OG Nice is just Nice, And LinLing as LL (when I’m speaking of them)

Big yap below the cut!

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TWS FOR MENTION OF SUICIDE.

⋆˚࿔ Angst, no powers, no trust value, mentions of many characters/cameos, trying to follow main story along with my own headcanons and grasping the plot enough to be relevant to a non-power and dance AU

⋆˚࿔ Parings: Wrice (Wreck x Nice) No sided Moon x Nice, Implied one sided LinLing x Moon

⋆˚࿔ Ms. J is a supporting character, Wreck is a supporting chatacter

⋆˚࿔ Writing this because I had quite a sweet moment about dancer!wrice a couple nights ago in my head. ˶ˊᜊˋ˶ the brainrot goes sooo hard Will probably write a short variation of it before working on main parts!

⋆˚࿔ Inspired by the canon fact that Nice and LL’s fighting movements were loosely based on ballet and dance! (as we see in ep 1, LL, training to become Nice is performing ballet dance)

⋆˚࿔ The AU will surround mostly Nice, LinLing, Moon, and Wreck. It’s a dance AU, but specifically Ballet! I’m going to do my research for sure— given I know… little to nothing about ballet.

⋆˚࿔ It would be kinda funny if I make the production they’re doing just the canon donghua plot of TBHX lmao (Because I have like no ideas about what production they’re doing) Something with a female lead, male lead, and antagonist

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Synopsis

Nice and Moon are the renowned dancers along with many other performers under a large ballet company. They’re known for putting on gorgeous shows as the Prima Ballerina and Premier Danseur, both elegant, seemingly flawless, and rising in the industry charts.

But they both want out.

Nice takes matters into his own hands— committing suicide three weeks before one of their largest productions.

Leaving Moon trapped with the company, under the contract of Ms. J

Though the company is in luck. A certain advertising manager happens to posses knowledge and a bit of hidden skill in ballet. Little does he know, Nice had secrets of his own. But some things can’t stay hidden for long!

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~I dunno when I’ll get this done wahhhhh

~Can’t sleep sigh, get rest everyone— it’s super important so they say.

~If any1 sees this and wants to write about it or add onto my ideas or even be my proof/beta reader with the ballet terms and in general dm me, tag me, whatever :3 🦋🤍

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Been begging for polites head canon I love that cutie also here a drawing of Ody for you as payment

Awhh he looks adorable

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🍊— Polites is the ship sweetheart, he’s the type to tease you gently, make you laugh during tense moments, and always keep things light if they can be.

🍊—He’s protective of you without being overbearing. If you’re in danger, he’s quick to defend you, but other than that, he trusts your strength and gives you space to be yourself.

🍊—he’s very affectionate, always has an arm around you, plays with your hair, and kisses you whenever he gets the chance.

🍊—He loves to recount stories from his travels, especially the funny or ridiculous ones, and he always plays up the parts where he “heroically” saved the day. even when Odysseus actually did

🍊—He gets jealous if someone flirts with you, but he won’t make a scene. He’ll just pull you closer, drop a casual arm over your shoulder, and shoot the other person a subtle look.

🍊—Polites treasures you deeply. Sometimes he gets quiet, especially after a rough night, and you’ll find him just staring at you like he’s memorizing every part of your face.

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Wahhh I’m so sorry there hasn’t been too many writing updates on here :(( Uve been working on a buncchhhh of OC content— though that’s not what my target audience sighhhh

Hopefully I can write some politesdaughter!reader x Telem stuffs aghhhhh

🦋🤍 anyways~ have an amazing day/midday/night and remember to hydrate 💧

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GIGGLING

Rei is neglecting you guys

Shhhhh….

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Can you do ivan Hc's please?

𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐜𝐬

⋆˚࿔ He just wants to do anything to be seen

⋆˚࿔ I think he’d be either super good at riding a bike or absolutely shit at it

⋆˚࿔ Drinks a lot of water

⋆˚࿔ Really likes stickers, he’d collect them and put them on things

⋆˚࿔ Peace signs in pictures !

⋆˚࿔ …Has a really nice morning voice hmo please

⋆˚࿔ He would wear long clothes (Shirts/coats)

⋆˚࿔ Smells like charcoal and …ginger.

⋆˚࿔ Cannot read the room or take social cues

⋆˚࿔ Dark humor but he doesn’t know/mean it ;-;

⋆˚࿔ He has forced convinced Till to draw him something

⋆˚࿔ Side sleeper

⋆˚࿔ I feel like he wouldn’t mind veggies

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rahhh sorry i’ve been kinda gooone..im actually on vacation rn lmao

anyways here’s some random Ivan headcanons, Anon!! 🦋🤍

As always have an amazing day, midday, or night~

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Her name is ‘Mene, she is a poet (.—.)

Love Created In Blood | Antinous x reader|

Link to Warnings/Both sfw and nsfw masterlists Click here

Chapter Five ~Clymene~

The halls are quieter at night, it’s become your favorite time to explore the palace as of late. The way there are fewer servants, fewer women. You can clear your mind, stop thinking, stop trying so desperately hard to figure out how to survive. There has to be a way you can avoid his attention, divert it back onto another concubine. You hate you, you have half the mind to think that’s why he’s doing this. To show you what you coil have but you want none of it.

Twirling hair around your fingers you spot a woman writing in a large room. You stop to stare at her through the crack in the door. Her hair falls in a mess of light auburn, catching the moonlight through the large open window, the wood shudders pulled as far open as possible. Her eyes are gray but as she looks over the scattered papers they look almost silver with the moonlight. Her lips move, muttering words as she nods and then shakes her head. She crumbles paper and tosses it. The purple fabric of her clothes rustles with the wind and her movements. It’s mesmerizing to watch.

The doors creak when you lean too much on them startling the woman. She snaps her eyes towards the door and narrows her eyes. “Hello?” She tilts her head as she sets down her quill and puts a lid on the ink.

You step into the room a bit apologetically. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you. I was just walking.”

“Ah, you.” Her voice is raspy and yet sultry. It’s welcoming, holds no malice or immediate sense of danger. Though by her reaction you can’t help internally groan. How fast does gossip spread around here? You just want to live in a corner quietly and ignore the fighting and the ranks. “On your way somewhere or just strolling. The night is quite wonderful tonight, like a warm embrace. You can almost feel at ease listening to the melody of the wind as it rustles the leaves and the owls sing their songs.”

You smile, shaking your head. “I’m just out to clear my head…” The way she talks is full of wonder as if reciting poetry from her tongue. “Can I ask for your name?”

“Ah, how rude of me. My name is Clymene and I already know who you are.” She turns her gaze back to the scattered papers on the floor. “Life becomes a breeze if you allow fate to guide you as if you were a leaf. The more you fight the stronger the gusts become until nothing of you is left.”

You tilt your head as you take a seat on the stone floor of the room. “If you’re telling me to just give in I’m going to need to deny the advice, Clymene. I don’t want any of this.” You huff staring at her work.

She shrugs, dragging her silver gaze back to you. “I would recommend you listen. A monster still gives gifts to the weak.” She motions to the scattered papers around her. “Compliance gains Favor and favor is freedom.”

You shake your head staring at the light as it catches in her hair and sparkles on the fabric of her dress.

For a while you sit there watching her trying to understand her. It’s obvious she is not fighting in this battle. She merely complies to get things she needs. Fights to keep herself in a position where she can have that which she adores. You can tell she’s judging you for ignoring the advice as if she can’t understand why you would choose to fight rather than be complacent and receive everything you could ever want.

There’s a sense of pride in her mannerisms that you’re not too fond of but at least she’s not at your throat and she seems more open to being an aid than the others. You might have to consider her as a possibility.

You start to doze off, your mind silent as you listen to the Clymene rattle off a poem she’s working on. Just before you are completely asleep your name is called. You open your eyes to see a servant. The man keeps his eyes to the floor and his hands clasped in front of him. “His Majesty requests your presence.”

You narrow your eyes and flip the servant off. “Tell him to fuck off.” You spit the profanity from your lips.

“Be a fool where you do not implicate others.” Clymene’s tone is harsh and a quick snap in retort to the answer you give the servant.

You turn towards her and glare. You stand up and dust off your clothes. The servant follows but you do not let him steer you towards the monster's room. You head back to yours and slam the doors before the servant can enter through them.

You hate the way your heart races as if you’re terrified for the consequences of your actions. But you refuse to let that fold you. With a sigh you sit at the desk in the room and try to think of anything but your situation. You lay your head down, exhaustion starting to take its hold.

The unlocking of the doors startles you awake. You turn your head towards the doors and scoff. You haven’t seen him since that first day. Eurymachus… Ah and he looks incredibly annoyed, his hair a mess and… Is that lipstick staining his throat? “You truly are an inconvenience. My poor Lyra is now sitting waiting in bed because of your defiance.”

Oh that’s just… You curl your lip up as you stare into his emerald gaze. “You could go back to whatever it was you were doing with her. I’m not going anywhere.” You shrug resting your chin on the back of the chair.

He sighs pinching the brim of his nose as he snaps his fingers. Guess they learned their lesson from last time. You stand from the chair scoffing as the guards approach you. You know the fight is one where you will never come out on top but you still fight. You elbow them, kick, bite, and even scratch at their eyes.

Ending up on your knees with a gold chain connected to the collar and your wrists fastened behind your back you glare. There is nothing you can do but glare as they drag you down the halls. “You know, I do see the appeal.” He leans in, breath ghosting over your ear. “I’m sure you'd be fun to toy around with.” You whip your head to hit him, maybe break his nose but he’s faster taking a step away from you. “Alas so long as you wear those colors and reside in that room neither I nor the others can touch you.” He shrugs, shaking his head. “A pity, You would pair well with Lyra.” He’s mocking you, shoving in your face how little you have. Reducing you to an object, a means to an end.

Pushed through a door you take in the unfamiliar surroundings. An office… And sitting at the desk is Antinous. His eyes lift from the paper he’s focused on and land on you. “Managing to annoy Eurymachus within the first week is an all time new record.” You’re shoved towards him and he roughly grabs the chain yanking you down to him. “You come when called.”

“Fuck. Off.” You hiss your response through gritted teeth. He rolls his eyes.

“Get on your knees.” His ruby eyes dare you to oppose him and you do. You don’t move until he kicks your feet out from under you. You hold back the yelp and avoid sucking in air.

The doors to the office shut as he tugs the chain in a way that chokes you, forces you to comply with where he wants you. “You are a sick monster.”

He never answers your taunts with words. He just grabs your chin and puts enough pressure on your jaw that he forces your mouth open. “I don’t trust you not to bite.” He speaks so few words as he shoves something into your mouth. Silk falls around your head as he drops his hand from your jaw. You try to close your mouth only to find you can’t.

You glare tugging away only to get yanked right back by the collar around your throat. He wraps it around his wrist then tangles his hand in your hair while his free hand shifts his tunic. ~~~

It takes ages for you to recover and when you do your panting tears streaming down your cheeks as cum drips from your lips. The thing in your mouth had been removed at some point and you hadn’t noticed until now as you closed your mouth trying to moisten the inside of your dry mouth. You look up at him and he looks down at you expectantly. “I hope you rot.” Your voice is hoarse. You nearly slip up and wince at the pain that shoots through your throat.

“Call for Althea.” He raises his voice so it carries to whoever stands outside the door to his office.

He stares at you then points to his lap. You snarl and spit at him. What disgust you is the way his dick twitches at your defiance as if he’s on the verge of being aroused by it. That’s a disturbing thought. He steps on the chain with his foot and starts leaning down for it. Before he can grasp it you roll on the floor just out of reach and smirk. “Fucker.” You bear with the pain to insult him.

“I might think you’re challenging me, playing a game if you keep looking at me like that princess.” He mocks your title, holds himself higher than you. He drops his quill and adjusts himself as he goes to step on the chain. You roll away again. Your hands are still restrained behind your back but you take every small victory you can.

“That would be my fault, how? You’re the sick-minded weirdo.” You scoff rolling again as he reaches for the chain.

He’s enjoying this and you realize that far too late into this game of silly evasion when he could lunge and have you pinned in a single breath. When he gets his hand on that chain he tugs hard enough you fall forward, chin hitting hard against the wood flooring. He pulls you close to him, uncaring about how you squirm. His hand reaches up grabbing your chin. “I’m going to be lenient today and not fuck your brains out Viper.”

You scoff rolling your eyes. “Yes, how kind.” Your voice is laced in sarcasm but before he can do anything else the doors to the office open.

Althea steps into the room with a basket in her hands. Antinous sigh stepping aside. “Althea will take care of you then you will return to your room.”

You roll your eyes as he drops the chain and sits back at his desk. The other girl kneels before you set the basket down. “Where… Where does it hurt?” She sounds unsure of herself and yet speaks with the confidence of a woman practiced in her art. It’s the first time you hear her voice and it is lovely… You’re not sure why she chooses to stay too quiet.

You scoff and tilt your head up. She’s gentle as she pokes around. You don’t make it easy, refusing to show a single grimace of pain.

After prodding your neck she pulls out herbs and… Flowers? You shrug not questioning things as she mixes them. She focuses on her handiwork and the room sits in silence until she’s done. She nods to you, handing you the bowl. “Three sips.” Again, her voice waivers but she nods her eyes full of certainty.

You follow directions and pause, eyes widening as the pain dissipates completely. “Thanks...” Your voice is no longer hoarse.

Before you can say anything else, maids pull you to your feet and start pushing you out through the door. You cast Althea a glance as she starts to stand only for the last thing you hear to be Antinous ordering her about… A hushed get on the desk. You force your eyes away from her tensing form…

That was… Probably your fault…

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Chapter 6 (In progress)

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Love Created In Blood | Antinous x reader|

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Chapter One ~Prologue~

Silence echoed in the room as a woman glared up at the king from her knees. Chains rattled with every breath she took, but she held strong, refusing to apologize for the venomous words that had slipped from her tongue. The man’s mouth slipped into a smirk the longer their staring match went on in the cold throne room.

The world has been kind to you since birth. A crown atop your head, a prospering kingdom, a healthy and attractive body, adoring parents… An elder brother who’d one day be king. You loved your kingdom, and they loved you. Even when Ithaca fell and kingdoms began to fall, you had no need to worry. Politics, court, all of that was a distant trouble you had no part in. Your brother, older than you by five years, took care of everything. 

The gods seemed to have more plans for you than an easy life, however. The palace that you had spent your life inside crumbled within weeks of the invasion. Your brother’s head was taken long before your parents. He’s insisted on fighting in the front lines, to fight off the new king of Ithaca…

The first time you had seen him, your parents knelt, shielding you even with swords at their throats. Peeking out from the space between their heads, you saw him. A tall man who spoke of war, who held his head high, proud and confident. The wolf's fur on his shoulders accentuated the shape of his upper body, rigid with muscle. The scar over his eye, the ruby color, and the raise of lips in a cocky smirk made him look like a predator hunting its prey. He was covered in gold, from the jewelry on his nose, the hoops on his ears, and the chains from the gold band around his neck. He covered himself in gold to stand out from his warriors. 

One of which you locked eyes with without meaning to. You stared into a green hue that shines like the gems adorning your ears and neck. His face was splattered with blood but he was slimmer, and shorter than the man scanning those kneeling. He doesn’t wear a lot of jewelry and doesn’t hold himself as high. He seems almost welcoming, difficult to read. However, when he’s held your gaze for a few moments, his lips curl into a smirk. “Aren’t you a sweet thing?”

Your parents shift tighter together despite the looming threat of death. Your father held his head high even when that emerald-eyed man raised his hand.

In a single blink, blood flowed from the neck, his head rolling. The emerald eyed man clicked his tongue and kicked the head to the side. 

Your mother shrieked, but the sound didn’t find its way out of your lips as your entire world began to crumble. Your hands reached out as his body tilted to the side, as if you could stabilize him. “You want the queen? She’s not really my type.” The emerald-eyed man turned to the one in the wolf’s skin.

The man dismissively waved a hand and, in another blink, your mother’s head joined your father’s, her mouth open in terror. The bile in your stomach raised, and you heaved, tears streaming down your face. “Keep that one.” The one looking over the bodies shrugged.

That is what brought you here, kneeling with your hands in front of you, chained and attached to a collar around your throat. You were no longer in your palace, no longer staring at a sunny sky and laughing with your family. You lifted your head from the marble floor to the man lounging carelessly on the throne. Your eyes narrowed in slits, tears too dry to shed again. 

“Is she the only one?” The man you remember from the day you lost everything sighed, looking rather bored.

The emerald eyed male stepped forward, creeping out of the shadows. “I thought she would match seeing how picky you’ve been getting, Antinous.” He moves without respect, careless and opinionated like a friend. 

Antinous taps his fingers on the stone throne, “Could have cleaned her up a little before presenting her.”

One of the men standing besides you swallows, speaking slowly. “We tried… She bites.” You hold your head high, straightening out against the rattle of the chains that try to weigh you down. 

The monster atop that throne raises a brow. Usually there’s struggle, but they submit once they notice their lives are on the line. Then again, he never usually takes royalty in. Most of the concubines are nobility or rare gems from a village. He’s run into a few princesses that were not his type or were far too young, so he just killed them. “Your name?”

You spit at him. You may be too far to reach him, but it’s the act that matters. “My name is none of your concern.” You force yourself not to flinch as hands begin to drag you by the chains binding you. They toss you at Antinous’ feet. He’d been called Antinous by his friend, so you figure that is his name, a name befitting a monster.

His hand reaches, grabbing the chain that connects the metal around your wrists to the collar around your throat. He leans forward, tugging you close, his lips ghosting over your ear. “Maybe you don’t understand what’s going on here, Little Viper. You have nothing but what my mercy brings you. I’ll ask again. What is your name?”

You snarl, holding your glare. You will not let a man like this intimidate you. You give him your name, but venom laces through each sound your lips make. You use your entire body to yank from his grasp. You hold in the pained hiss as your knees hit the marble floor. You would rather die than let this man have any hold over you. “I hope Zeus strikes you down.”

Silence smothers the throne room. Nobody moves, even the emerald-eyed male tenses looking from you to his friend. You hold a cocky smirk, hold yourself high. You refuse to take back the venom in your tone, refuse to submit beneath his gaze.

The silence stretches for what feels like minutes but is only a few breaths. He looks towards his friend, a smirk on his lips, eyes glinting with danger. “Eurymachus, would you tell them to find something in red and gold? Put her in my room for now.”

You turn towards the emerald one, who snickers. “You know who is going to be absolutely livid with jealousy, Antinous. I love it.” More for him to fuck. His eyes glint with a hunger of his own. 

So that’s his name, the one who’d given the order to kill your parents, Eurymachus… He must be close to Antinous, seeing how lax his speech is with him.

Let this game begin. You won’t fold under him, no matter what he does.

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Reader Polites!daughter who’s pretty much developed as an oc in my head being childhood best friends to lover with Telemachus wahhh.. I don’t have a lot on it because I’m working on getting everything accurate.

It’s crazy to think that Antinous, possibly other suitors are almost around Telemachus’ age or a couple years older— What age do we think they started living in the palace/looking for Penelope’s hand in marriage. (I was thinking about two or three years out from Ody’s return)

Some ideas below the cut<33

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⋆˚࿔ Polites is dead

⋆˚࿔ Y/N’s name in my head is Xenia (which is pretty much the closest Greek translated name to— “Open arms” because why wouldn’t I name a character the haunting lyrics of her dead father?) I’ll refer to her as such as if she’s an OC (and I might even make a design :3) But feel free to use Y/N, or really any name you’d like <3

⋆˚࿔ Zee-Nee-Ah

⋆˚࿔ Y/N’s aunt Katarina, Who is pretty much an OC, is the younger sister of Polites… She’s a housemaid who tends specifically to Queen Penelope (She’s pretty much just her best friend that works for her lmao)

⋆˚࿔ This story goes follows a timeline! It goes back to when Xenia and Telemachus were probably… 14 and 15

⋆˚࿔ Written in second person (?)

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⋆˚࿔ She can makes friends really easily, And is usually really eager to

⋆˚࿔ Blames herself SO SO MUCH

⋆˚࿔ Overapologizer :(

⋆˚࿔ She doesn’t like to study very much, but she’s still exceptionally intelligent

⋆˚࿔ She’d be really good at MMA trust

⋆˚࿔ Listens/watches creepypastas and analog horror storytime videos

⋆˚࿔ She would wear something really really expensive to something like a school dance or party, definitely a tiara included

⋆˚࿔ She would motivate her younger self, positivity only— I don’t think she’d resent her

⋆˚࿔ Stays up pretty late

⋆˚࿔ Uses things like pickup lines as jokes but it ends up being accidental rizz

⋆˚࿔ Has the most gorgeous laugh

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I feel so bad for the poor girl, Even if we don’t get a canon happy au— I hope she can find peace 🦋🤍

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⋆˚࿔ She’s really quiet, but enjoys being around other people

⋆˚࿔ She would be that friend that smiles softly and just scoots to the side while everyone else is being rowdy

⋆˚࿔ Really good at listening to venting or ranting

⋆˚࿔ Sometimes she’d draw doodles next to Till’s drawings

⋆˚࿔ Pretty good at math

⋆˚࿔ ^Generally really intelligent, but modest

⋆˚࿔ Her biggest role model is her older sister

⋆˚࿔ ^In happy AU, they would go shopping together

⋆˚࿔ Doodles stars and emoji-cons on papers

⋆˚࿔ Would prefer picture posts over short form video content

⋆˚࿔ I honestly think she could be religious

⋆˚࿔ Smells like fresh clothes and faint pollen

⋆˚࿔ Paints her nails with clear nail polish

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Still crying over Wiege.. Please Vivinos! Just a break! 🦋🤍

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⋆˚࿔ His wife died while giving birth to Y/N

⋆˚࿔ Either an AU that he came home safe, or never went and raised her

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⋆˚࿔ He definitely would be the fun dad

⋆˚࿔ Somewhat strict, it’s mostly overprotectiveness his worst fear is losing her

⋆˚࿔ He’s supportive of all her hobbies!

⋆˚࿔ Tells plenty of stories about Y/N’s mom, a lot of goofy memories, and wholesome stories

⋆˚࿔ Maybe he’d struggle with saying “No” to Y/N, He might feel like a lot of things are his fault

⋆˚࿔ Him and Y/N have matching headbands, you cannot change my mind

⋆˚࿔ They actually have plenty of matching items (Bracelets with gemstones 0~0) ty Nero

⋆˚࿔ Will sometimes look at Y/N and say something like “You have your mom’s [insert feature]”

⋆˚࿔ ^Not scared to be a bit vulnerable around his kid

⋆˚࿔ Teaches Y/N to express their emotions effectively, and using words peacefully before fists

⋆˚࿔ Would be the type to paste “Growth mindset” posters around their house sigh

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I love them, I’m going to be writing more Polites!daughter stuffs fs >.< 🦋🤍

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Till

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Mizi

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Ivan

Hyuna

Sua

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Luka

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