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wr173r-8l0ck · 4 years

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What if My Hero Academia Characters were in the Riordanverse pt. 1: Students

Yeah, yeah, this is just MHA students for now, I’ll have other characters soon, okay! Anyway, here’s MHA students of 1A and 1B (including Shinso) as demigods in the Riordanverse!

Yuga Aoyama: Son of Aphrodite. Not even a good one, unless you need someone blinded by his glitter-gun. Oh yeah, he has a glitter gun with lasers for maximum flare. Is he completely over-the-top? Absolutely. But is he good in a fight? Surprisingly, yes, kind of very, turns out glitter confuses monsters very well.

Mina Ashido: Daughter of Hermes and legacy of Hecate, capable of inhuman movements and can produce a slime that magically dissolves anything. She also tattooed her eyes black and yellow for some weird masochistic reason that no one, including herself, doesn’t understand. She’s still neat though.

Tsuyu Asui: She’s a frog-turned-human by Ochako. She still has her tongue, leaps, hops, camouflage, a reversible stomach and poison that can kill a group of whales. And he can still inflate her throat like a balloon, which makes for good scares. Very good scares…

Tenya Iida: Son of Mercury, he never skips leg day. Never. Seriously, have you seen those legs? He could crush a car with those puppies! Or crush monster heads with those thunder thighs! Which he actually does quite often. He doesn’t skimp out on upper body exercises either, but LOOK AT THOSE LEGS OF THUNDER!

Ochako Uraraka: Daughter of Hecate, she specializes in a set of spells that manipulate an individual object’s or being’s gravitational pull. It’s gotten to the point where she makes anything she touches with five fingers on one hand, it will float, no matter what, which is why she wears gloves all the time. She likes floating whoever she finds particularly annoying way up into the sky.

Mashirao Ojiro: Son of Mars, he’s an expert martial artist and very, very good at multiple of them. He’s lost multiple sparring partners because of his profinity with a number of weapons, and his lethality without any weapons. Seriously, he once defeated a Drakon with his bare hands! And another dead drakon’s teeth!

Denki Kaminari: Legacy of Zeus and Apollo, each by about 50 generations. About as bright as his godly ancestors (not very), but he still makes one Hel of a lightning bolt, and he’s also pretty good with a guitar and lyre. And classical literature and culture, like Apollo’s Kettle, who taught him all that?!

Eijiro Kirishima: Son/creation of Vulcan, his blood and skin are pure liquid gold, bronze and diamond he can infinitely harden for a period of time. It also obtains unnaturally sharp edges, and given his tendency to go hard when excited, he has made his friends frequent the infirmary for cuts and broken ribs.

Koji Koda: Son of Actaedon, he can talk with wildlife. He’s also a Legacy of Heracles, hence his size. His hugs are nice, war and gentle. Unless you’re an enemy, his bear hugs can break spines and it’s fucking terrifying.

Rikido Sato: Son of Mars, this guy has a serious sweet tooth. He’s also surprisingly gentle for a guy that can decimate an opponent with a single hit. Oh yeah, he can one-shot a hellhound with one punch (que the epic op) to the head.

Mezo Shoji: Son of Ares, he’s surprisingly level-headed. And malicious. Seriously, this guy always has at least ten different weapons on him, on top of him knowing a variety of potentially lethal moves. His arms are known as the Anacondas for a reason. Well, he lost his two precious anacondas in battle, but now he has six bronze automaton anacondas, fuly articulated and loaded up with all kinds of weapons for maximum effectiveness in battle! Actually fuck that, he’s way more terrifying now, who let him get all that stuff?!

Kyoka Jiro: Daughter of Apollo, she’s a top-tier musician, singer and is moderate with a bow and arrow. She can whistle in the ultrasonic range, clap like thunder, sing and play like either a sweet little bird or a whole-ass heavy metal choir without ruining her vocal cords, and she gives the opposite amount of fucks that Zeus does (ie. zero).

Hanta Sero: Son of Hermes, he inherited a pair of magical tape dispensers that can dispense any tape in any amount of any properties he chooses. He uses them to swing around like Spider-Man, which made him a regular visitor of the infirmary until Momo made him a special harness to keep his joints from dislocating. Somehow, he still gets his shoulders dislocated.

Fumikage Tokoyami: Son of Erebos, he suffers from split-personality disorder, but it’s fixed nicely by his inner demon incarnate made of pure darkness he calls Dark Shadow. They have a strangely healthy and wholesome relationship for a boy and his literal inner demon, and they even help each other (or embarass, take your pick) in social interactions.

Shoto Todoroki: A Legacy, descendant of Hel and Surtr, capable of making ice that freezes fire, and fire that burns ice. He gives so little shit he’s actually oblivious to social cues, which makes for more than a few funny moments on quests with him.

Toru Hagakure: Legacy of Iris, she can manipulate light around her to turn invisible or project bright flashes. Campers often say hi to her even if she’s not there just in case.

Katsuki Bakugou: Son of Ares, with rage and instincts of combat so strong and powerful he can convert his sheer rage and passion into explosions in the palms of his hands. He generated more than one explosion with the explosive yield of a nuclear weapon in his life. How he hasn’t gone deaf yet is beyond most people, though he does still know a variety of sign languages in case he does go deaf.

Izuku Midoriya: Son of Athena that was gifted the Spartan Spirit, a powerful enchantment formed by Kratos, Nike, Bia and Zelus, to protect humanity in its greatest times of need, and bestowed upon the most well-meaning and kind-hearted individuals of an era. He ends up breaking his bones an absolute shitton, and is a regular at the infirmary. The healers and smiths absolutely loathe him by now.

Minoru Mineta: Died on a quest. His quest-mates say ‘by accident’. Everyone knows it was very deliberate, but then again, everyone hated him and is fine with him dead. Some people wanted to be the ones to kill him though.

Momo Yaoyorozu: A Legacy, granddaughter of Hephaestus and Athena, capable of making virtually any machine. She’s also very fidgety, and once made an entire army of fully autonomous grass soldiers that went on to terrorize the other campers for a bit. In thirty minutes.

Yosetsu Awase: Son of Hephaestus, he also likes to make stuff. Though mostly he combines already existing tools, gadgets and machines, and makes weird amalgamations. He once fused an automaton bull, an automaton dragon and a school bus, and it actually, somehow, despite all logic and reason, fucking works.

Sen Kaibara: Son of Ares, he’s pretty chill compared to his kin (especially Katsuki and Setsuna), mainly due to him bottling up his anger. Which he can unleash as tornadoes around his limbs, which he can use to drill through walls. Thank gods he doesn’t lose it too often.

Togaru Kamakiri: Son of Ceres, he likes farming tools. Especially ones with blades. That’s lead to him using all kinds of sickles, scythes (both farming tools and war scythes) in combat, and even axes, shovels, various lawn mowers...

Shihai Kuroiro: Son of Nyx, him and Tokoyami get along exceptionally well. Given his ability to shadow-travel and use shadows and darkness as materials to make some pretty nifty weapons only he can use, he’s strangely bright and like a Sun. At least among the two stepbrothers of darkness, and the bar for eing the sunny one is set very low.

Itsuka Kendo: Daughter of Athena, she excels in critical thinking and a variety of martial arts. And knocking out her piers with precise attacks when they start to get exceptionally annoying. Mostly Monoma. Scratch that, especially Monoma. Okay, nevermind, only Monoma.

Yui Kodai: Daughter of Trivia. She excels in potions and spells that manipulate the size of objects, so much so that she has to resort to gloves because she now naturally makes things smaller with her left hand, or bigger with her right hand. She’s the calm one of the 20 people here.

Kinoko Komori: Daughter of Demeter, she has a soft spot for fungi and mushrooms. Which she can make grow rapidly. Very rapidly. She’s fun at parties.

Ibara Shiozaki: Daughter of Demeter, she dyes her hair green with actual chlorophyll for some reason (“To feel one with the beautiful plants,” she says), but she can also grow and manipulate vines and other vine-like plants, along with trees, quite effectively, and she has some rose and poison oak (she’s immune to it) seeds in her hair. Don’t ask, her answers are just as ridiculous as the chlorophyll-dyed hair.

Jurota Shishida: Son of Mars, he’s been cursed by most likely Hera to be a humanoid boar/dog thing. He’s especially good at wrestling, and is very diplomatic in his approach. Until he gets pissed, then he charges like a boar and yes, he keeps those tusks of his sharp.

Niregeki Shoda: Legacy of Hermes, son of Hephaestus, he likes to make explosives and plant them everywhere. More than a few campers were scared. Except Katsuki, who tried to outdo the ground (Niregeki’s mine) in explosive yield and put skylight access in the roof of Bunker 9. Niregeki had to repair it.

Pony Tsunotori: Legacy of Poseidon, she can shapeshift. She likes to shapeshift into horses, bulls, deer and goats (including mooses and buffalo), and she has a nifty gadget from the Hephaestus and Vulcan campers in the shape of horns that transform with her, giving her detachable remote-control horns.

Kosei Tsuburaba: Legacy of Jupiter, son of Ares, he’s competitive and can make walls and blades out of air. Especially annoying for monsters because they can’t get to him, period, and every time they try, they don’t get past his walls of air for a whole minute before someone either cuts/hacks/slices them to bits, freezes/burns them alive, blows them up with their fists/explosives/expanding stones they previously ingested or some other way of disposing of a monster.

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu: Son of Vulcan, capable of turning to pure steel over his entire body, also increasing his strength. Because of this, and his tendency to go hard whenever he’s excited, he’s made his friends frequent the infirmary for bruises and broken ribs. Except Kirishima.

Setsuna Tokage: Daughter of Ares, she’s actually been hurt pretty badly in one of her fights (she went on a Quest with Katsuki, and no, it wasn’t him who hurt her, and yes, no one really believes that story either) and had to have automaton grafts to replace her limbs, a part of her lower jaw, her eyes and the muscles around her spine, along with parts of the vertebrae. Which she asked to be detachable and splittable in as many pieces as possible, which she can control telepathically and uses to troll other campers. A lot. Especially two certain sons of Vulcan and her half-siblings.

Manga Fukidashi: No one knows what he is, they just know his head is a speech bubble and he can make anything he writes real.

Juzo Honenuki: Legacy of Gaia, he can virtually liquify the ground (does not work on metal or wooden floors). He trolls a lot with this ability. And I do mean a lot.

Kojiro Bondo: A golem? A person? His head makes it hard to tell whether he’s a demigod or a monster to be honest. And his glue-like spit doesn’t help much either.

Neito Monoma: Legacy of, you guessed it, Zeus! He has a superiority complex because of this, and he frequents the infirmary on the basis of Itsuka or whoever he was annoying KOing him constantly. All that brain damage probably isn’t helping his mental issues…

Reiko Yanagi: Daughter of Hecate she can make things she touches float and fly around using some sort of incantation. The biggest she can do is double her own body weight, but that doesn’t stop her from delivering high-speed flying punches and scaring other campers.

Hiryu Rin: Son of Mars and Legacy of Poseidon, he can shapeshift into various animals. Most notably a mix of human, hedgehog and a lizard. Sharp, painful and deadly precise. And also meditating. And a lot of it.

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icarialex · 3 years

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Discord Threads

Who: Zoey Katz and Kassandra West @kassmeifyoucan

When: February 12th

Where: Little Icaria, Beach, then Zoey’s doorstep

What: Zoey takes Kassandra out on a date. Before Robin beats Kassandra up and she shows up to Zoey’s a bloody mess.

Zoey

Once they were seated, Zoey decided to reply to some things Kass said as they were walking. “Amaze you? By shapeshifting? It’s not really something I worked hard to obtain. I was just born with it. Comes with the mom being Demeter thing,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders. Zoey was happy to talk about her mother. While the two weren’t close, she had a better relationship than many others on the isle. The blonde understood that being a Goddess and a parent didn’t really blend well. Still, she appreciated that her mother seemed to try and check in on her when she could. Quickly getting tired of the idea of sitting across from Kassandra, the blonde moved to sit on her side of the booth and just quickly maneuvered the table settings to accommodate what she wanted. She’d never understood why it was customary for people to sit that way. Dates were supposed to be an intimate affair. Sitting across made conversation easy, but seriously limited touching. She’d rather just turn her body slightly while talking. “Oh,” she asked playfully as she reached for her glass of water that was just placed at their table. “Is that because only you want to see me naked or are you protecting my honor,” she asked over the rim of the glass before taking a sip to hide her smirk slightly.

Now that they were next to each other again, Zoey reached for Kass’ hand and started absentmindedly playing with her fingers. “Me? No, not really,” she said with a shrug. “I stopped by my parents’ house this week for dinner. Even though we literally live less than eight minutes away from each other, they still think me having my own apartment puts me in a whole new world or something.” The illustrator affectionately rolled her eyes as she talked about her dad and step mother. They were such a silly duo, and anyone that met them could see where Zoey got her quirky and affectionate nature from. “I don’t know if I’d call having a woman wrapped in a bedsheet boring, but hey, if that’s your boring I’d hate to see you having a wild time.” She made sure to keep a smile on her face as she made light of the situation. Although it made something stir in her abdomen, she could deal with it more easily now that the two of them weren’t being so odd anymore.

“Tonight? You seem to give me the lead on most things,” she retorted. Fortunately, she didn’t need to look at the menu really to know what was best on it. She was a big fan of Little Icaria and had been more times than she could count. It was also her dad’s favorite place to take her since it opened. When their waiter returned, she smiled at him as she asked, “Can we get a bottle of the Pinot noir please? Also, I’m going to have the sea bass, and this beautiful woman is going to have the lamb. Lamb medium please, and the sids that they come with is great.” With that put in, she was happy to see him take away their menus. Since she was paying, she didn’t need Kass looking at prices and then getting all unnecessarily self conscious. “I’d order appetizers, but seriously, the plates are such a nice size here that we will not finish our main dishes if I did.”

Kassandra

Kassandra tried not to feel some sort of jealousy at the way Zoey could so easily talk about her Godly parent. Family, really. Not once had Kass ever even mentioned her father to Zoey. Not out of hiding, just out of not really seeing the point. Okay... Maybe a little bit out of hiding. Part of her wanted to say something about her father, give some more common ground to bond over but before she could even say anything, Zoey was doing the unthinkable. The brunette blinked slowly in shock as her friend decided that sitting across from her just wouldn't do. Now she was sitting next to her, their legs touching. As if on instinct, or maybe because she didn't know what to do with it, she moved her right arm so it was laying along the back of the seat. "Hi there." Gods. Who the fuck said that after something as innocent as just sitting closer to someone. Grabbing for her water, she began to drink from it greedily. That is until Zoey asked her if she wanted to see her naked. Kassandra's eyes went wide, almost slamming the cup down as she choked, water going down the wrong pipe for a moment. "The uh... The choice of who sees you naked is uh... Up to you." She managed to squeak out, clearing her throat with a well-timed cough.

It didn't take long for Zoey to do that thing where she got bored and needed to do something with her hands, Kassandra being brought out of her panic to only fly straight into another wall. The blonde had now acquired her hand and was playing with her fingers causing Kass to bite her lower lip. Instead of thinking about how much her heart was pounding or how ridiculous she was being for getting nervous over absolutely nothing, she tried to focus on Zoey talking so freely about her parents. Once again she wanted to say something about her mother or even Kratos but it was just hard to get the words out. None of them seemed right enough. Or happy enough. Once again, Kass wasn't prepared for the mental whiplash as Zoey talked so nonchalantly about the woman that she'd seen in her room a while back. Clearing her throat once more, she shrugged. "She wasn't boring. That was just... Not memorable." Eyes closed in a wince, ducking her head for a moment. "That sounds awful. I just mean... She wasn't meant to be anything more than a.... Nevermind. I'm just digging myself a deeper hole."

Letting out a deep breath that she didn't realize she'd been holding, Kassandra watched with a slightly shocked expression as Zoey ordered for them both. Sure, she'd offered the idea up to her on a silver platter but Zoey didn't even really look at the damned menu. She must take people out to dinner often. Which, of course meant that this wasn't a special occurrence. This was just something that made Zoey... Zoey. "I'm excited to eat the food. I trust your judgement." For a moment she stayed silent, mind wandering off to other things until she tuned back into the woman sitting next to her. "My uh... My dad likes to joke about how he blessed me with my gifts." She inhaled sharply, pushing past the uncomfortable feeling swirling in her gut. "Honestly, the strength is a pretty nice thing to have as a girl. Especially growing up where I did. My mom never really knew how to deal with the fact that I was super strong. She wanted me to hide it so I did. Wasn't allowed to play sports because she didn't want me hurting the other girls. I snuck them though... Until I broke Spencer's leg and then that kind of stopped." Kassandra looked down at the table, focusing on the napkins and the silverware. "Sorry if I'm not good with talking about my parents. Mom isn't uh... Anyway. And my dad is kind of busy. Ya know... Being a God and all. You might have heard of him? Kratos." Somehow, telling Zoey who her father was didn't feel nearly as scary as it did when she had to tell her boss. "He's kinda cool. Kind of a dick too. Guess that's where I get it from."

Zoey

When Kassandra started nearly coughing, blue eyes went wide as she tried to rub her back. Honestly, she should probably feel bad, but she didn’t. Getting a reaction out of the woman who so often tried to play it cool was fun. She also had no other way of learning if any of the confusing feelings she was feeling were returned. Well, unless Kassandra decided to just broach the subject which she doubted. From what she’d learned of the woman so far, that didn’t seem likely. “Mmm — that it is, and me asking you if you would want to be the one who saw me or just want to defend my honor wouldn’t take away that choice,” she agreed with a nod once she was sure her friend was done choking. “But you mentioned how you might feel which has me curious about what’s going through that pretty head of yours.” Complimenting Kass was becoming easier and easier for Zoey. Words of affirmation were always easy for her in regards to anyone she cared about.

People sleeping around for fun was not an unknown concept to Zoey, and she didn’t judge it. Just because it wasn’t something for her didn’t mean that she thought it was wrong. The blonde just knew herself well. Sex wasn’t something she held in a high regard, and she needed to feel something for someone in order to even contemplate going there. Although, her thoughts towards the act were wavering due to the thoughts plaguing her mind lately were changing, and it had everything to do with the person sitting next to her. “You’re not digging yourself into anything with me,” she said gently as she absentmindedly drew patterns on Kass’ palm. “I don’t judge sleeping around. If that’s something you can do, then awesome. If it makes you happy, then who am I to judge? I just know myself to know I can’t because I am not someone who gets sexual unless I have a connection with someone. Doesn’t make my way of seeing things better than yours or worse. We’re just different.” Zoey hoped that explaining the way she thought about it would stop Kass from thinking it was in any way horrible or shady.

The waiter brought out their bottle of wine quickly and poured them each a glass before disappearing again. “My dad brings me here whenever he wants to go out to dinner. It’s why I’ve tried just about everything,” she said with a light laugh. “His philosophy is that he has to try everything once, so that makes tackling menus a game of sorts until we’ve covered it all. I’ve never ordered for someone though, so hopefully I did okay. We can also just pick at each other’s food since the portions are so big to get a bit of everything if you want.” Zoey didn’t really know the protocol for these things, but she was just going off instinct. Even if Kass didn’t tell her if she didn’t like something, she could rely on her observation skills to figure it out and adjust. “You have enhanced strength,” she asked curiously as she learned more about the woman besides her. “I will officially never feel bad about sitting on your lap or jumping on you.” The illustrator taking leaping jumps to greet people she really cared for wasn’t new. At least she knew with Kass that she wouldn’t have to worry about toppling them both to the floor. “I can’t imagine what it was like growing up in a world where you had to be careful with powers since I grew up here. I’m glad you eventually found your way here though so you can just be yourself. That has to be less stressful.” While her shifting had gotten her trapped in the zoo a few times, that was a very mild consequence in comparison to what could happen outside of Icaria. “School covered a ton of theGods, so yes, I’m familiar with your dad,” she answered with a smile. However, it quickly turned into a frown at Kass’ following words. “You’re not that. You’re sweet, a little awkward, and really silly when you want to show that side of yourself. I really like you, and who you are,” she said with a shrug.

Kassandra

Green eyes found blue as Zoey responded to her with such earnest and honest words. And then her brain melted as she realized that the blonde said that she really liked her. Her mouth went dry and all sensible thought left the damned window as she just held her gaze for a moment that probably stretched on far longer than most would deem acceptable among just friends. "I uh... Thanks, Zoey. It means a lot. I just don't really feel comfortable around people. Not anymore. But with you, I don't know... It's different. You're different." Kassandra's eyes went wide, squeezing Zoey's hand for a moment. "I don't mean that in a bad way! I just meant, like, you make me feel like I can be the me that... That I haven't been able to be in a very, very long time. I actually, uh--I kind of forgot she existed for a while." She wasn't even remotely about to go into how that girl had basically been dead in the water for a decade, not really wanting to ruin this date not date that they were on. Date. Her mind drifted back to the earlier bit of the conversation that had kind of gotten broken away from when Zoey asked about how she felt with her being naked due to her shifting. Everything went blank for a moment, not even realizing she'd started speaking until it was too late.

"I'm pretty sure that if I ever saw you naked, I'd short circuit. Have you seen you?" Her brain slowly caught up with her words, thankful that Zoey couldn't see the hand that was resting on the back of the booth as it was now gripping the material tightly. "I definitely now see what you mean by awkward." She wanted to facepalm but one hand was gripping the booth and the other was currently being held by Zoey, trying to not melt with how she was drawing random shapes and patterns against her skin. "I'm glad I found my way here too. The place is growing on me. And, well...." Kassandra trailed off, her other hand that had been trying to maintain a grip on her sanity moved of its own free-will and found itself placed lightly on Zoey's upper back, gentle circles being rubbed. "You kind of were the reason for all of that. So thank you." She smiled gently, far too gently for her liking, and quickly moved her hand back to its previous positioning. Part of her wanted to down the wine that was on the table and the other part of her wanted to actually give her full and undivided attention to Zoey without anything fogging her mind. The wine remained untouched.

Zoey

Kass’ words had an effect on Zoey, and she was trying very hard to keep it under wraps. Acting on those feelings without even fully understanding what they meant wasn’t smart. Plus, if she did and messed up such a feeling of comfort for her friend, she’d feel terrible. Still, her blue eyes couldn’t help themselves as her eyes looked down towards Kassandra’s lips for a millisecond longer than could be passed as innocent before snapping back up. Words still couldn’t leave her lips which only made the air grow thicker because those green eyes weren’t helping. Never someone to get lost in the physical, Zoey felt herself being drawn further into a space she didn’t understand. Luckily, the waiter chose that moment to bring their food down, and she was thankful. She had no idea how that would have gone, and she needed a moment to catch her breath. After thanking him, she turned towards Kass again. “I’m happy I do that for you, but don’t think this is one sided. You make me very happy. My favorite days lately are the ones where I run into you, or when you find some excuse to come by my shop. You’re different to me, and I guess our different goes together.” Zoey couldn’t even explain it. Could she draw it? Probably, but words? Those weren’t always her best friends.

“Why would you short circuit,” she asked quietly as she spread the napkin out on her lap. She needed to understand if it was just because she was beautiful, or because it was her. That was a large distinction. “I know I’m attractive, but you there are attractive women everywhere, and you’re too smooth typically to short circuit. So, why?” Where her courage was coming from, she didn’t know. It wasn’t like she’d even touched her own glass of wine. She was too busy focusing on the company besides her to even think about it.

Regrettably, she released the hand she was toying with and moved to work on her fish. There were many bones that needed to be taken out after all if Kass was going to try some. “I find your awkward endearing, if that helps,” she said with a giggle while working on the task at hand. “You don’t have to thank me. You’ve made this place feel even more like home which I didn’t think was possible, so we’re both happy. Now,” she started as she took a piece of fish with her fork before turning towards Kass. “You have to try this. I can’t believe you’ve been in Greece and haven’t tried our seafood. It’s criminal, Kass.”

Kassandra

Did Zoey just... No. No definitely not. She'd clearly seen things. Licking her lips, she was thankful for the waiter showing up at the perfectly imperfect time to bring them their ordered food. As she stared down at her plate, she felt her cheeks heat up, bringing her hands back to her sides in order to grab at the silverware. Part of her began to panic as she looked at the food that was waiting to be eaten, knowing that Zoey would cackle when she told her why she looked so awkward. Luckily for her, the blonde decided to speak up about--Wait. Oh no. Not luckily. Oh Gods. Her cheeks were blushing a deeper shade of crimson once more, fingers tightening on the silverware so much so that she felt them wince beneath her grip. Placing them down as gently as possible on the table, Kass let her hands go to rest in her lap. Like always whenever she got nervous or antsy, she began to play with her fingers, staring down at her lap in thought. She didn't know why this always happened when she was around Zoey. Granted, if she really allowed herself to truly go there, she'd figure it out quick enough. But something in her wasn't ready to admit it, definitely not out loud and certainly not in her own head. Not yet, anyway. So she smiled warmly at Zoey, the facial expression turning into a cocky smirk as she wrapped her hand around Zoey's and leaned over to take the offered fish meat off of the fork. Logically she knew she could have just reached for the fork and taken it into her own hand but this was much more tempting. Pulling away and chewing the food, she looked at Zoey thoughtfully as she swallowed. "I'm sorry that I'm a horrible human being. I will be sure to turn myself into the police under the crime of not ever having seafood in my life." She held up two fingers in a mock 'scout's honor' knowing full well that wasn't the hand signal.

Leaning back so she wasn't invading Zoey's space as much, she took a hold of her glass of wine and almost downed the entire thing. Hopefully Zoey wouldn't notice the absolutely insane move but given the fact that she could feel the heat of her gaze, it was safe to say she'd seen it all. And to make matters worse, just because she couldn't quite put a finger on how she felt towards the blonde didn't mean that her brain wouldn't fuck her over at every little turn. Which is why she started talking. Again. "I realized I never answered your question from earlier. But to answer it now... You're you, Zoey." Her words came out in a smaller voice than she would have expected it to. "There could be a thousand attractive women around and... And none of them would be you." After a moment where everything felt too real and she realized that everything had just stopped in their little pocket of the restaurant did she offer up an awkward chuckle. "Anybody else who didn't think the same is lying." There. Make it seem like some obvious thing that everyone else thought of. Yeah, that's super believable. She could slap herself. For fucks sake. Instead of doing that she chose to focus back on the food that awaited her, picking up at her utensils once more. Her brow furrowed, nose crinkling cutely as she stared down at the dish. "In other news, I regret to inform you but I grew up for the first half of my life being a vegetarian. So uh--I don't exactly know how to eat this." She quickly held up a fork. "I eat meat now! I just, ya know--its always been like. Oh look a burger. Oh look, chicken nuggies. Things that make sense and don't require previous knowledge other than open mouth and chew."

Zoey

If Zoey’s eyes didn’t become a darker blue due to the woman’s actions, she’d be surprised because she felt everything within her become thicker. Perhaps that wasn’t a word many would use in the situation, but it was the only one that made sense. An overwhelming feeling of desire became like a fog that covered the rest of her senses and mind which made it very hard to focus on anything else. Her eyes wanted to drift again, and once again she wasn’t successful at stopping their trajectory, but she did move them up once again quicker. “You’re a tease,” slipped past her lips before she even realized, but she didn’t regret the words when her ears picked up what she had said. How could the woman not see the effect she was having on the illustrator? The deeper breathing, glances, and comments were going to give her away sooner or later. Not to mention the date that she’d somehow manage to slyly get. “I’m glad you’re experiencing it with me then,” she replied honestly once the lust induced fog cleared a bit. “Although, turning yourself in won’t be necessary. I’ll take responsibility for you and correct this atrocity at once.” Playful was always an easier territory for the two of them. It seemed to lead to less trouble.

Zoey noticed how quickly Kass seemed to drink her wine, but didn’t comment because she went through her own glass a little quickly. She then poured them another. With all the food around them, she knew she wouldn’t feel it too terribly. Thankfully she’d put down the wine bottle before the other woman spoke again because if she hadn’t, she was positive that it would have been dropped. Her food was forgotten for the moment as she shifted her body, so she was almost completely facing Kassandra. “Many people don’t see what you do, and I’m happy they don’t. If they did, what you tried to do would be successful. I’d actually believe your attempt to shrug it off as something less important than it is.” The blonde knew that if she said more, that she would genuinely get emotional or spill her own feelings that she didn’t make sense of herself yet. Zoey almost panicked at the mention of not eating meat until Kass clarified. Then, an endearing smile appeared on her face. “Cut the meat similar to a steak. The big piece that’s like hanging away from the bone is the best. Promise, there isn’t a wrong way to eat it. I won’t even judge if you picked up the bone and ate it like a wing,” she promised with a smile.

Kassandra

"Babe, you haven't experienced the kind of tease I can be." Kassandra muttered under her breath before nodding decisively and looking at the dish. "Alright I'll try. But if I eat it weird... Blame my mother." With a little awkwardness she began to cut the lamb in a slightly horrific manner and grumbled softly to herself. "Damn thing..." Finally after too many painstakingly long seconds, she got a decent size bite and chewed on it thoughtfully. "Well, I have to say that you've really outdone yourself on this whole ordering thing. This is actually really good." For a while she just ate her food in silence, sneaking glances at the other woman. She wasn't too terribly hungry after the day of nerves, trying to get up the gumption to actually talk to Zoey. Of course she'd offered up some of her food for Zoey to take, happy to return the sentiment. Now she was sipping at her water, refusing to go any further down wine lane. She'd just finished pushing the plate away, one hand on her stomach and the other having returned to the back of the booth. She was about to start talking about the rest of their evening when she noticed that Zoey had some wine on her upper lip.

For what wouldn't be the last time that night, Kassandra's body reacted of its own accord. Without even thinking, she turned her body more towards Zoey, her full attention to those lips that she desperately found herself wanting to kiss more and more. The hand that had been resting on her stomach moved toward's the other woman's face. "Hey you uh... You've got..." Kass trailed off, biting her own bottom lip in concentration as she brought the pad of her thumb up to trace along the curve of Zoey's lip, effectively getting the wine. Her breath hitched as she realized what she'd just done, hand frozen just a few inches away from Zoey's face. Someone cleared their throat, snapping her out of her trance. It was the waiter, asking if they wanted anything to go. "O-oh. Uh, yeah that'd be great. Just a second, I can pay for dinner." And just like that, whatever moment had been happening or almost happened was broken as Kass moved away to reach into her back pocket to grab for her wallet, effectively putting space between her and the woman that was causing all reasonable thought to leave her body.

Zoey

At Kass’ words, Zoey felt her body heat up and fill with anticipation all at the same time. “What if I wanted to experience it,” she said in a bit of a challenge. The artist had no idea what was happening, but she wasn’t overthinking it. All she knew was that she wouldn’t regret it since it seemed she wasn’t navigating the confusing waters alone. If she was, Kass would have let her down easily by now. At least, Zoey thought so. As the dinner kept on, she offered up more bits of her fish to the woman beside her. They were comfortable around each other, and it was different. Yes, she and Theo had always been comfortable, but he was more of her best friend. The atmosphere she was in during dinner was one with an undercurrent of wanting which she wasn’t used to and was growing to like. It was exciting, and she liked not feeling bashful as she took in the woman beside her, “I’m glad you like it.”

When Kass touched her lip, Zoey felt her breathing stop for a moment. Actually, she was positive every part of her froze. Without even thinking, her lips puckered slightly to kiss the finger. Noticing that the hand stopped in midair, the illustrator reached for it and was about to tug it towards her to pull Kass forward when they were interrupted. She didn’t know whether to groan or be thankful that they didn’t share a kiss in the middle of Little Icaria, but she took the moment to regather herself for what felt like the millionth time. A smirk did appear on her face when she heard the waiter say the bill had been taken care of. He thanked her by calling her Ms. Katz as he handed her the receipt to sign. “I handed my card to the hostess when we got here,” she said without looking up as she calculated the tip to answer the silent question. “I asked you out, so I pay. That’s how it goes before you argue, and unless you have a creative way to shut me up, I’m quite stubborn.” Flirting was so easy with Kass which was weird. Zoey was sweet, funny, and caring, but smooth was not an adjective she’d use. Yet, there she was.

When their to go boxes were returned to them, Zoey took the brown bag and stood up from the booth. “Are you ready, darling,” she asked as she offered her hand to the woman she was struggling to continue thinking of as a friend.

Kassandra

'What if I wanted to experience it'. Her mind was a wreck. Zoey just kept saying and doing things that were slowly killing her. And what's worse is that she didn't know how to take it. On one hand, Zoey could just be a really easy-going flirt. And on the other? Zoey could actually be feeling whatever tension there was that had filled up this whole damned restaurant. Either way, Kassandra was trying desperately to find some sort of balance. It was barely possible, since just looking at Zoey made her want to throw all rational thought out the mother-fucking window and just kiss her until she was breathless and whimpering her name. Swallowing thickly, Kassandra tuned back into the present, brought back to her senses by Zoey standing up from the booth and offering her hand. Had... Had she just called her darling? The brunette blinked and took the offered hand as she scooted out of the booth. She was sure she'd missed something else that was important from the conversation but honestly, after what she'd said earlier? Everything else was a blissful blur.

As they began the walk towards the Inn, Kassandra kept quiet for as long as she could manage, just giving small squeezes to Zoey's hand to let her know that she was still mentally present enough to acknowledge her. It wasn't that she couldn't talk. She just was afraid of what she might fucking say if she did decide to open her mouth. Everything inside of her was screaming at her to do two very different things. Part of her wanted to invite Zoey to her room and have her way with her for the rest of the evening. The part of her that was definitely winning wanted to just do something as equally dumb--like hold her hand and just talk to her until the wee hours of the morning. Like some kind of fucking sap. No. Whatever was happening, or trying to happen, she couldn't let it continue. Right? She didn't do getting hurt. And whatever was happening would definitely lead to heartbreak. Be it her own or Zoey's. And she honestly didn't know if she could handle hurting the other girl. The problem with that is that's what she always did. She ruined people.

Once they got to the Inn, Kassandra took the leftovers out of Zoey's hands. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere." She teased before doing another unthinkable, leaning down and kissing Zoey on the cheek. As she turned around, her eyes widened. Why the fuck are you doing this to yourself, Kassandra. She's probably just flirty with everyone and this doesn't mean anything. Do not even remotely think about fa--nope. No. She wasn't going to even think that word. No way. As she made her way into her room, she put the food into her mini-fridge and checked on her puppy. He was fast asleep and she didn't have the heart to wake him. It had only been about an hour and a half since she'd left so he'd be fine. Her eyes fell on a hard-case, wondering if this was really a good idea. Without thinking too long about it, Kassandra grabbed her car keys off the dresser and then grabbed the case, quickly exiting her room. Going out the back entrance, she loaded her car with the item and closed the trunk before getting inside and driving out to the front to where Zoey was waiting. "Shall we?"

Zoey

“Oh yes, because I’m just going to bolt on you,” she teased. Anything else that she was thinking of replying with fell dead on her lips due to the kiss on her cheek. Kass so far didn’t initiate affection, which didn’t bother Zoey, but then she did something to take her completely off guard. It left her only being able to follow the woman with her eyes as she went to her room, which only gave her something equally as problematic to focus on. The blonde wasn’t the type of girl to focus on someone’s butt, yet, there she was staring. Fortunately, Kassandra didn’t turn around. That would have caused her to blush profusely.

The more time she spent around Kass, the more positive she was of her feelings. Emotionally she knew she was drawn, but the physical aspect was new. Then again, it had been a long time since she’d had a crush on anyone. After her break up, she didn’t really allow herself to go there. Not because she didn’t want to or was hurt, but because she wanted to learn more about herself before trying anything with anyone else. Then, whatever was happening decided to slap her in the face. Fortunately, she was taken out of her inner musings when a car pulled up and Kass got her attention. “And you told me not to go anywhere. You have a get away car and everything,” she teased as she opened the passenger door and slipped in.

“You do know we could have walked,” she teased lightly. Zoey herself didn’t even have a car. The island was so small she never needed one. Her father taught her how to drive since it was apparently a right of passage, but other than practicing every so often, she never used the skill. Since they were heading to the beach, the blonde reached for the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up over her head. She shook her hair out of the braid she had it in and relaxed against the seat. “I have a blanket in my bag. I actually am totally one of those girls that has just about everything in her purse.” It was why she carried what looked more like a satchel or knapsack than a traditional purse.

Kassandra

"I know we could have walked but the idea of you walking back to your place after being in the ocean doesn't really sit right with me. Hence, car." She didn't add the fact that it was much easier to lug around a certain item via a car than on her shoulders. Kass put the car in gear and pulled out of the parking lot, one hand on the gearshift and the other on the steering wheel. She found herself restricting her movement, not allowing herself to reach over and grab the other woman's hand. This was getting far too close into dating territory, or at least a variation of that and well, Kassandra didn't do that anymore.It didn't take long to make it to the beach, after all, they were on a relatively small island. When Kassandra originally thought of Icaria, she had imagined it being much larger. This? This wasn't at all to the scale she'd whipped up in her head. But in all honesty? It was better.

As they pulled up into a parking spot, Kassandra turned off the car and got out to quickly jog over to Zoey's car door, opening it. "It's the least I can do for the girl that wined and dined me. Also... I'm going to get something out of my trunk and you're not gonna look okay? I promise you it'll be worth your while. Just... Stay here..." Kassandra positioned Zoey so she was staring out towards the ocean before going over to the trunk and opening up the case, pulling out the instrument and strapping it to her back. Walking back over to Zoey, Kass gently placed her hands over the blonde's eyes as her torso pressed up against the blonde's back. "So.. While you go out in the ocean and get incredibly wet, I'm going to stay on the sand. Where its dry and isn't an abyss of death." She didn't dare let her mind focus on how exactly she'd started out that sentence.

Removing her hands, she walked around to stand in front of Zoey, curling her finger in a 'come hither' motion. "And don't worry about me getting bored. I've got something to keep me company in the meantime. Besides, I'll start a fire so you'll be nice and warm when you're ready to come out." Kassandra took this time to sling her guitar into view. Green eyes found blue for a moment, a faint blush spreading over her cheeks. "Before you even remotely say something about me being adorable--hush. I learned how to play when I was younger by the principle at my school. Between that and choir, it was pretty much all my mom would let me do." Instead of waiting for Zoey to start towards her, Kassandra reached forward and grabbed onto the blonde's hand. Interlacing their fingers together, she began to walk backwards for a couple steps, pulling Zoey towards her for a moment until she turned to face the ocean.

Zoey

Zoey shook her head playfully as she got out of the car. “If that impresses you, then I need to have a serious talk with the other people who have taken you out on dates,” she said in mock seriousness. What she’d done wasn’t even that big of a deal. Honestly, she was a bit annoyed with her impulsiveness. If she’d thought things through, it could have been better. Although, the two of them always seemed to have fun together, so it didn’t bother her too much. As Kass went to the trunk, Zoey leaned against the hood of the car by holding her wait up against her palms as she gazed at the ocean. She followed orders even though she was very tempted not to.

When she was guided towards Kass and then felt the woman press into her back, she felt her body temperature skyrocket. Instead of letting herself feel frazzled, she instead reached back slightly just to squeeze the woman’s hips slightly and pull even the slightest bit closer. “Abyss of death is a little dramatic,” she teased lightly. “Also, you think very highly of my self control if you think I will be able to resist making you wet too.” If innuendo was the game they were going to play, then she’d have to keep up. It was exciting and frustrating. While she had no idea if she’d make a fool of herself, for some reason she didn’t worry about that much. She knew any teasing that came from Kass would be playful, or apparently aimed at making her flustered.

When the woman finally moved to stand in front of her and beckoned her over, Zoey just smirked and moved to remove her shorts first. When she was left in just her bikini, she finally obliged and moved towards the woman. Although, blue eyes shined as she caught sight of the guitar. That was not at all what she expected. “Adorable wasn’t the word I was going to go with. Hot is more what came to mind,” she said with a shrug. When Kass turned to look at the water, Zoey moved beside her and bumped her hip lightly. “Do you want me to go in the water so you can warm up? That’s the only reason I’d go instead of staying with you right now. I would be perfectly content just laying beside you on the blanket and being with you.” She had the blanket in the bag and their dessert. It would be perfectly relaxing for Zoey, but she understood nerves, so she’d go in the water if needed.

Kassandra

The fact that Zoey was basically naked save for a bikini was enough for Kassandra to keep her gaze completely forward. She really didn't need to look like a complete and utter perv by checking out her friend. "Zo, you said you were gonna go to the beach and if that involves night swimming then don't let me take you away from that. Besides, you can lay down near me once you're ready to get cozy by a fire." Not to mention that would give just some time alone to her thoughts where she could mentally scream at whatever the hell was going on with this evening. Her train of thought led her back to when Zoey had mentioned how she'd have to have a serious talk about others who had taken her on dates. Did she tell her? Or did she just avoid the subject. It would probably be best to avoid it all together.

"I've uh... Never actually been taken out on a date." If Kassandra could look into a camera like she was on the Office, she would. Her mouth and brain were not in communication it seemed. "I've been on dates!" She quickly clarified, sighing deeply. "I was just the one that took her out on the dates." Her. Singular. Fuck. Stop giving away so much of your shitty, painful past tonight, West. "Oh look! A fire pit. That's nice, just means I get to light it and we'll be good to go!" Kass was thankful for the distraction as they neared the shore. Letting go of Zoey's hand, Kassandra looked around for a moment before spotting what she'd need. Setting her guitar down near the fire-pit, she walked a bit away to a rather large piece of driftwood. With ease, she lifted it up and brought it over to the fire-pit, setting it down with a loud thunk.

Kneeling down in the sand, she pulled out a lighter and began the process of lighting the kindling. Within a few moments the fire began to roar in front of her and she dusted off the sand from her hands. "Alright, I'll be here whenever you're ready to come out of the water. If you need me, call me. I hate the water but if you need me, I'll brave it for you." Kassandra said with a smirk. That was easy. Playful banter was so much easier than admitting that there was truthfully something going on. But Gods, was she finding herself more and more wanting to do something about what she felt every time she saw the blonde. But for now? For now she'd just sit by the fire, play her guitar, and throw her lust out the window. Cause that's all it was. Lust. Mmmmmmmmmhmmmmmm.

Zoey

“Kass,” she said teasingly in response before continuing. “That was before I ran into you, and I’d much rather be with you than burning off steam because I wasn’t seeing you.” She almost scolded herself for letting that out, but saying how she felt for those awkward weeks was a relief. She felt like a weight was lifted. “Also, you better know getting cozy next to a fire includes cuddling you when you aren’t playing. Just laying that expedition down now.” Still, she wouldn’t fight her on going into the water. It looked like a really nice night, and that didn’t mean she had to be gone long.

“You hadn’t been taken out on a date,” she corrected lightly. Zoey didn’t know how much more clear she had to be about what her intentions were that evening, but she’d repeat it if necessary. “Whoever she was, obviously was an idiot if she didn’t want to treat you to something special every once in a while. I mean, I’d never taken anyone out on a date before until tonight, but I wanted to because you deserve to be taken care of sometimes too.” Zoey was thankful that she’d said that while Kass was busy setting up the fire because she didn’t know if she’d gotten it all out otherwise. Suddenly, she thought that getting a swim in was a good idea to get her emotions in check. “I could just shift into a water animal, but thanks for your courage,” she teased. “I’ll be back in a little bit.”

As the blonde walked towards the water, she stretched lightly. The temperature was perfect since Khione was no longer angry about her son being taken, and she quickly lost herself in the waves. Her mind was running in circles. Zoey was never the person to initiate things or even have thoughts that could lead to innuendo. She’d never felt the urge to go there. Still, with Kass, she felt like she was practically on fire. There was tension in her lower abdomen, and her mouth, Gods, it just seemed to work on it’s own accord. Before she realized it, she’d swam a good mile away from the shore. Not wanting to be gone too long, she turned around and headed back.

As she walked back towards where Kass was, she couldn’t help but smile as she wrung her hair out over her shoulder. The other woman just looked so beautiful in the glow of the fire out by the water. She’d left her bag with Kass so she could set the blanket up to make herself comfortable. Zoey sat in front of the brunette. The fire was a nice way to dry off. “Are you sure you don’t want to go in? Your bra and underwear is essentially a bikini. Or we could skinny dip instead in a little while. There would be less people out and about,” she said with a shrug. She’d done it late at night and loved it. Although, her getting caught was much less likely when she could just shift into bird or something that made an easy escape. Plus, seeing Kassandra naked was not something she could handle. She’d surely explode from frustration and would not be able to resist touching.

Kassandra

Words escaped her as Zoey spoke to her before taking off into the night to go swim. For several moment she just stared at the flames that licked the air, not sure how to process anything. Had she meant like... A date date? Or like a friend date. She'd been on friend dates before, some of her former friends from academy calling them 'frates'. Biting her lower lip, she looked up from the fire to the water where Zoey was going out rather far. The woman relaxed some at the distance that was between them, worried that Zoey would suddenly develop the ability to read minds. So instead of thinking of that, she picked up her guitar after laying out Zoey's towel for her when she'd get back from her swim. Fingers began to pick gently at strings, chords falling into a rhythm as she leaned back against the drift wood. "I've watched my wild youth disappear in front of my eyes...Moments of magic and wonder, it seems so hard to find...Is it ever coming back again? Is it ever coming back again? Take me back to the feeling when everything was left to find..." Her voice carried out gently into the night, singing to herself. Luckily no one else seemed to be on the beach as she continued. "Cause it comes and goes in waves, it always does... It always does..."

Eventually that song faded out so she began to play another, followed by another and another. After a while, Zoey began to walk back and Kassandra chose to stop her singing. Gentle strumming remained as she took in the sight of the very, very attractive blonde in front of her. Her mouth went dry, trying to form words until she realized that Zoey had said something about skinny dipping. "As uh... Amazing as it sounds getting buck-ass naked and freezing my tits off, I'm good. I'm not really a fan of the ocean. I think going in at night would make it ten thousand times worse. But I'm glad you had fun. Now c'mon and get warm. I laid out the towel for ya." Kass patted the space next to her, giving a warm smile. When Zoey sat down, Kass took her jacket that she had on and wrapped it around the other woman's shoulders. "Before you even think about asking me if I need it, I'm fine. I run hot. And yes, you heard that right." Her grin was cheeky, trying to push past the feelings that bubbled up in her gut every time she flirted with her. For a while she just strummed on her guitar, not really doing any true tune. "We were sixteen," She started, not sure if Zoey would remember the conversation that they'd kind of had before she had gone in the ocean. "When I took her out on our first real date. We went to this abandoned park and I made a picnic for us. I couldn't take us out anywhere because we weren't out yet. Or at least... I wasn't. I paid for everything with my summer job money and it was great. That was the night we..." Kassandra trailed off, clearing her throat.

"After that though... I never went out on another date. Or at least anything that I qualified as a date. I tried in my senior year. This girl that I had kind of a thing for. Took her out to dinner and a movie. And then found out she... Nevermind. Just a bad experience all around. So I haven't really been on one in uh... A decade?" Her head ducked down, biting her lip as chords began to be played once more, a familiar tune drifting into existence. "Until tonight, that is. Do you treat all your friends to dates?" It was mostly a teasing tone but there was a hidden layer of worry that she'd been imagining the charge between them. What she'd do with that information, she didn't know. Either way, she didn't really wait for an answer as she started to sing along to the tune she'd been playing. "Somebody said you got a new friend... Does she love you better than I can?" Green eyes found blue, holding her gaze for a moment as she continued to sing softly. "Big black sky over my town... I know where you're at, I bet she's around... Yeah, I know it's stupid, I just gotta see it for myself..." Her eyes drifted away as she sang the next lyrics unable to look at her anymore out of fear that she'd go breathless. The fire was easy to look at as the shadows danced along her face. "I'm in the corner, watching you kiss her, ohhh... I'm right over here, why can't you see me? Ohhh... I'm giving it my all but I'm not the girl you're taking home, ooh..." Kassandra chose this moment to chance a glance up at Zoey, breath hitching slightly as she sang out the last lyric. "I keep dancing on my own..."

Zoey

Without having to think about it, Zoey moved to sit beside Kassandra and stretched her legs in front of her while leaning back on against her palms. She listened as the other woman talked more about her past and tried to imagine what it was like. Her upbringing was so different. The artist knew how lucky she was to grow up in the home she did. Even though her father had zero idea about what he was doing at first, there was never a question about how much he loved or accepted her. “I’ve never had to do the whole coming out thing,” she said with a shrug. “My only relationship was with a guy. Well, Theo,” she said with a roll of her eyes but an affectionate smile was on her lips. “But my father knows that I don’t really care about gender when it comes to attraction or relationships. I go by what I feel. He doesn’t care who I bring home as long as I’m happy. Although, Theo perplexed him. Not because he wasn’t great. We’re actually still best friends. We just — there was no spark there. We love each other but not the way a couple should.” Explaining her and her ex’s relationship was always complicated. So many people had an idea of exs and how they should act, and well, Zoey and Theo could not fall further outside of that idea. “We broke up about a year ago.”

The question was an out if she wanted one, and the blonde knew that. If she wanted to, she could say she treated her friends the same way and be done with all the confusing, all encompassing feelings. Yet, she couldn’t lie. She’d hate herself if she did. Someone needed to take a leap of faith for Kass it seemed, and she’d hate it if she didn’t. “I don’t take people I consider just friends on dates, no,” she started explaining. “I mean, I may go out with friends to dinner, but I won’t call it a date unless I’m interested in something other than friendship.” There, she’d done it. There was absolutely zero grey area left about what she’d said. Kass couldn’t act obtuse about it anymore even if she wanted to. The idea was both thrilling and terrifying.

The lyrics hit her in a way that made her sad. She’d felt them all too much when she’d seen the other women in Kass’ room. Jealousy. It wasn’t a feeling she was used to, but she was starting to say that a lot when it came to the woman singing beside her. When she finished singing, she took in a breath and let it out slowly. “You really have a beautiful voice,” were the first words out of her mouth. “You’re — you’re kind of a goober.” The blonde couldn’t help but chuckle as she said the words because honestly she was in a bit of disbelief. “For someone who doesn’t do this often, you don’t even realize how good you are at charming someone without even trying.”

Kassandra

Her heart pounded in her ears as she felt herself going into an almost out of body experience as Zoey's words floated around like a damned ping-pong ball in her head. She was interested in something other than friendship? The thought made her chest swell and a blush tinge her cheeks. Was this happiness that she was experiencing? It is. Or at least it was. Because as swiftly as the feelings of euphoria had entered her, they just as quickly were replaced with fear. She didn't let people get close for this very reason. What they had, whatever this was... She'd fuck it up. Just like she always did. First with her mom, then Aurora. Everyone else after that had barely been let in until all Kassandra had done was hollow herself out. No longer did she believe in romance or love. No longer had she thought she was worthy of being something to someone. First loves come and go, she knew that. She learned that lesson well. But when your own mother doesn't even want you.. When your own father doesn't even care until he can make use for you... It was all too much. When had her chest gotten this tight? Was Zoey calling her charming? She couldn't tell, everything around her was fuzzy.

Kassandra's breathing came in soft gasps, eyes wide as the guitar was placed down to the side of her. She blinked in surprise at what was happening, never having experienced this sensation before. Why was her chest so tight? She couldn't... She couldn't breathe. Looking up at Zoey in confusion, she opened her mouth to try to say something but all she did was gasp in air. Oh Gods, that made it worse. Beginning to hyperventilate, Kassandra stood up far too quickly than she should have, not even bothering to dust off her pants from all the sand. Her head swam as she stood tall, not knowing where to go. She was on a beach for Zeus' sake. This wasn't really an ideal place for whatever the hell this was. Her right hand flexed open and closed several times, trembling. "I... I can't... I can't breathe." The brunette managed to choke out, eyes wide and terrified. What the fuck was happening to her?

Zoey

The silence was unnerving, but what happened afterwards was even more. At first she let Kass walk away figuring she needed space after being made to feel uncomfortable, but then the more she looked, the more Zoey saw that she didn’t look okay. Without thinking, she jogged towards her, and it didn’t take long for the blonde to realize that Kassandra was having a panic attack. There wasn’t a lot of time to think about how her vulnerability and feelings had caused it. All she could think about was helping. So, she stood in front of Kass, grabbed her hand, and placed it on her chest. “Breathe with me,” she said as blue eyes locked with green. “Feel my chest go up and down and try to mimic it.”

After a few moments, she noticed Kass’s breathing come more easily. When she was sure that the woman was no longer having such a hard time, she took a step back to give her some space. Now that the major problem was out of the way, Zoey couldn’t help but remember what had caused it in the first place. It was the most obvious she’d been about her feelings and intentions which had led to the girl she felt them for having a panic attack. That was far from reassuring, and she’d be lying if she said that she knew where to go from there. “Are you okay?” That was much easier to focus on than her feelings. Focusing on someone else was always what she was better at anyway. “Do you want to head back? We can always hang out again another time if you’re not feeling great.” Giving Kass an excuse to leave was the nice thing to do. It was the only thing Zoey knew how to do. There wasn’t exactly a how to book for the situation lying around anywhere.

Kassandra

A hand reached out for her own and soon Kassandra's palm was resting on Zoey's chest. Nothing about this gesture was sexual however it was very intimate. More intimate than Kassandra was truly ready for but somehow, someway... It was helping. Zoey breathed for the both of them for several moments until finally her chest didn't hurt, her hands didn't tremble, and she could breathe on her own again. She wanted to thank her for helping her with whatever had just happened but the blonde was moving away from her, her heart sinking like a stone. The look in Zoey's eyes was one she never wanted to see, Gods, those eyes. "No!" Kass quickly spoke, realizing it came out more like a loud plea than the soft tone she wished she would have used. So she tried again. "No... Please. Don't go." Licking her lips, she took the small steps forward towards Zoey, hoping to close the distance that the blonde had put between them. "I'm sorry that I... That that happened. I've never had that happen. Not since my--I'd uh.. I'd forgotten what that had felt like." Another deep breath as she steeled her nerves, closing her eyes for a moment. "The truth is I'm terrified." I'm not good, Zoey. That's what she wanted to say. She wanted to tell her that she was poison. But she couldn't.

Fingers shook for a moment until they made purchase on Zoey's cheek, the backs of her knuckles softy trailing down the skin there until she tilted the other woman's chin up gently. "I wasn't looking for anyone." Those words were probably the most honest thing she'd ever said to Zoey, her chest tightening once more but swiftly deciding to push the panic aside for just one fucking minute. "And then I met you." There. That was simple enough. Right? "I don't know what is happening between us. But you... You scare me. And that's--Gods, that's not on you. That's all on me." She closed her eyes tightly, sighing. "Fuck, I'm not wording this right at all." Kassandra took the last few steps closer to Zoey, eliminating any major distance between their torsos. "I don't know what to do about any of this. I'm... I'm scared to do anything about this. About you. But Gods, I want to." Her forehead rested against Zoey's, unable to look at the other woman. "You make me feel like I'm on fire. You make me... Feel." The older woman could feel just how close they were, could tell that by the sensation of her breath puffing against Zoey's lips as her hand remained cupping her jaw. "Zoey... I... I really want to..." The brunette tipped her head closer, lips wanting desperately to search for the other woman's. She could almost taste--RING.

Whatever spell that had taken over her was broken as soon as her phone started ringing from her pocket. "I..." She rasped, voice low. Lower than Zoey had ever heard it. "I think I need to... To take this." Kassandra regrettably pulled away, grabbing her phone from her pocket as she held it up to her ear. Immediately she winced as someone talked sternly to her for several moments. Eventually she hung up, clearing her throat as she looked at Zoey helplessly. "Nugget woke up and is terrorizing the neighbors. I have to get back. Zoey..." She tried, still in close proximity to the other woman, not quite sure what to do.

Zoey

The blonde was so entranced with the words coming out of the woman’s mouth, and her proximity, that she couldn’t say anything. All she could do was wait with baited breath for Kass to kiss her which was what she thought was going to happen until the blasted phone rang. When Kassandra pulled back, Zoey tilted her head back towards the sky and closed her eyes. She needed to focus on her own breathing so she didn’t scream in frustration. When the phone call ended, the artist looked at her date again and gave a small smile. “Mmm, considering the owner of the Inn had to leave the island and left her sister in charge, who you’re currently with, I’d say you’re safe from too much trouble,” she added lightly to hopefully stop some of the worrying. It was something she’d meant to bring up anyway since she’d be at where Kassandra was staying more often. That was just a fun way to bring it up.

Zoey stepped forward so they were close again, looped her index fingers in Kass’s belt loops, and tugged the woman forward slightly. “Let’s head back,” she started before leaning forward on her tippy toes and giving the brunette a kiss on the cheek. She lingered for a few seconds to hopefully quell the need she was feeling before pulling back. “This is always going to be scary. Not because it’s me and you, but it would be with anyone. Vulnerability always is. I’d love to promise I’d never hurt you, but that would just put me on a pedestal that wouldn’t be healthy,” she started as she tried to find the right words to give Kassandra some comfort. “You just have to figure out if I’m worth the risk of getting hurt over, and I don’t want you answering that now. Sleep on it. Take your time to figure this out and fight your demons. If you need help, I’m here.”

With that, she took Kass’ hand, interlaced their fingers, and walked them back to where their belongings were. When they got back to the fire pit, she threw her shirt on again, and worked to get things packed up. “You didn’t ruin anything before you worry,” she said as she worked on folding the blanket. “So don’t let your mind go there.”

Kassandra

"Wait, I'm sorry what?" She was about to press further at the blonde mentioning that she'd be at the Inn more often, mouth feeling like it was full of cotton as she tried to process that. But then Zoey was getting closer again, the brunette feeling a tug on her jeans as she stutter-stepped closer. Her breathing almost stopped as Zoey leaned up on her tippy-toes to kiss her on the cheek. Green eyes fluttered shut from the contact, staying that way for several moments, even after the other woman had pulled back from her. So instead of opening her eyes, she just kept them closed as Zoey talked to her, trying to quell any and all fears from her mind. Whatever was happening between them clearly wasn't one-sided. Kassandra just had to be willing to do something about it. To put whatever this was into words. Fuck. That was a lot to process. Eventually she did open her eyes as a hand slipped into her own, following Zoey back to the firepit. It didn't take long for them to pack up their things, put out the fire and wait for Zoey to get her clothes back on over her beach attire.

The walk back to the car was silent as they walked, fingers still interlaced. Only when she needed to put the guitar up did she finally let go of the blonde's hand, regret filling her instantly. Once she got into the car, she turned on the ignition and took the car out of park, backing up before taking off down the road. The stereo connected to her phone via bluetooth and began to play a song softly through the speakers just in time for Kassandra to get up the guts to do what she hadn't on the ride over; she reached over and interlaced her fingers with Zoey's once more. 'I want you more than I need you and I need you so bad...Are you coming back? Are you coming back? I'm waiting...' Giving a small squeeze to the hand that was in her own, she kept her gaze focused on the road for the remainder of the time it would take for her to get to Zoey's home. When they pulled up, Kass got out of the car again to move around to Zoey's door, opening it up with a small smile. "I believe this is your stop."

Kassandra helped her out of the car despite not needing to, offering her a hand. Sure, it was because she wanted to instigate physical touch, something that she didn't know she craved. Keeping quiet as she walked the short distance to Zoey's doorstep, Kassandra waited until Zoey had reached the step that led into her home. This gave them more of a level-playing height and it honestly was what Kassandra was waiting for. Fingers tugged lightly on Zoey's, getting the girl to turn around to look at her. "You're worth the risk." She breathed out, licking her lips. It was honest and terrifying and she almost shook from the fear of it all. Leaning forward, she pressed a soft kiss to Zoey's forehead, staying there for a moment too long to be considered just a friend. As she pulled back, she gave another smile and began to walk backwards away from Zoey. "And hey," She started, hands quickly being shoved into her jeans pockets. "The next time you see me on your doorstep... I'll finish what I started." Her cheeks were tinged pink at the implication but she gave a small nod despite this, turning around and heading back to her car until eventually she was out of sight.

#zoey ft. kassandra #kassandra #cinnamon roll meets sinnamon roll

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l0uk45 · 4 years

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If students from class 1A and 1B were part of the Riordanverse:

Tenya Iida: Son of Mercury, he never skips leg day. Never. Seriously, have you seen those legs? He could crush a car with those puppies! Or crush monster heads! Which he does do quite often! He doesn’t skimp out on upper body exercises either, but LOOK AT THOSE LEGS OF THUNDER!

Eijiro Kirishima: Son of Vulcan, his blood and skin are pure liquid gold, bronze and diamond he can infinitely harden for a period of time. It also obtains unnaturally sharp edges, and given his tendency to go hard when excited, he has made his friends frequent the infirmary for cuts and broken ribs.

Koji Koda: Son of Actaedon, he can talk with wildlife. He’s also a Legacy of Heracles, hence his size. His hugs are nice, war and gentle.

Rikido Sato: Son of Mars, this guy has a serious sweet tooth. He’s also surprisingly gentle for a guy that can decimate an opponent with a single hit.

Fumikage Tokoyami: Son of Erebos, he suffers from split-personality disorder, but it’s fixed nicely by his inner demon incarnate made of pure darkness he calls Dark Shadow. They have a strangely healthy relationship for a boy and his literal inner demon.

Toru Hagakure: Legacy of Iris, she can manipulate light around her to turn invisible or project bright flashes

Katsuki Bakugou: Son of Ares, with rage and instincts of war so strong and powerful he can convert his sheer rage into explosions in the palms of his hands. He generated more than one explosion with the explosive yield of a nuclear weapon in his life. How he hasn’t gone deaf yet is beyond most people, though he does still know a variety of sign languages.

Izuku Midoriya: A mortal, capable of seeing through the mist, was gifted the Spartan Spirit, a spirit formed by Kratos, Nike, Bia and Zelus, to protect humanity in its greatest times of need. He ends up breaking his bones an absolute shitton, and is a regular at the infirmary.

Class 1B:

Togaru Kamakiri: Son of Ceres, he likes farming tools. Especially ones with blades. That’s lead to him using all kinds of sickles, scythes (both farming tools and war scythes) and even a few lawn mowers, shovels, axes...

Itsuka Kendo: Daughter of Athena, she excels in critical thinking and a variety of martial arts. And knocking out her piers with precise attacks when they start to get exceptionally annoying.

Kinoko Komori: Daughter of Demeter, she has a soft spot for fungi and mushrooms. Which she can make grow rapidly. Very rapidly. She’s fun at parties.

Setsuna Tokage: Daughter of Ares, she’s actually been hurt pretty badly in one of her fights (she went on a Quest with Katsuki, and no, it wasn’t him who hurt her) and had to have automaton grafts to replace her limbs, a part of her lower jaw, her eyes and the muscles around her spine, along with parts of the vertebrae. Which she asked to be detachable and splittable in as many pieces as possible, which she can control telepathically and uses to troll other campers. A lot. Especially two certain sons of Vulcan.

Manga Fukidashi: No one knows what he is, they just know his head is a speech bubble and he can make anything he writes real.

Juzo Honenuki: Legacy of Gaia, he can virtually liquify the ground (does not work on metal or wooden floors). He trolls a lot with this ability. And I do mean a lot.

Kojiro Bondo: A golem? A person? His head makes it hard to tell whether he’s a demigod or a monster to be honest. And his glue-like spit doesn’t help much either.

#my hero memes #my hero academia #riordan universe #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #magnus chase #the kane chronicles

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miguels-talons · 6 years

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Fluid

here’s a short drabble that i wrote cause i love the idea of genderfluid atreus.... enjoy

Atreus gathers himself, drawing in a deep, calming breath through his nose to try and slow his wild beating heart. But it continues to race and slam against his ribcage, reminding him of his fear of what he is about to do. He sets his jaw and steps outside of the house, glancing towards his father as he chops some wood for the fire pit.

His father doesn't notice him at first, heavily focused on chopping the wood. But then he clears his throat. “F- Father?” he calls hesitantly, his heart clawing its way into his throat and making it hard to breathe he's so nervous.

Kratos pauses in the chopping, glancing over his shoulder towards his son. “Yes, Atreus?” he asks and Atreus clears his throat and steps closer. He could do this.

“Can I talk to you for a moment?” he questions softly and he's glad his father wasn't chopping wood at the moment or he wouldn't have been heard. His father nods, placing the axe in the snow beside him and turning his full attention on his son. Atreus freezes as his gaze fully falls on him and he suddenly can't speak.

“What is it, boy?” his father inquired, shaking him from his thoughts. He forces himself to breathe.

“Well, um, you see…” he trails off. All of the hours of practice and rehearsal and planning have all gone down the drain now that he's actually talking to his father. Kratos waits patiently for him to speak- they are not currently in a life threatening situation, so he wouldn't push the boy- and Atreus is grateful for that. He wrings his hands together and bites down on the tip of his tongue, shifting on his feet. “I um… I don't…. I am…. I can be… I’m not always…”

“Take your time, boy, there is no rush,” Kratos assures gruffly and Atreus draws in a deep breath, puffing his chest out before releasing the breath.

“Uh, yeah, right,” he says and shifts once more, looks at his hands. “Well, Father… you see…” he draws in another breath. “I'm just going to say it-” he steals himself one more time before forcing himself to speak- “You know how I can shapeshift?”, at his father’s hum of approval he continues, “Well, I found out that I can change my um… my sex… and I found out that I like… being a girl sometimes.” He pauses, trying to read his father’s expression, but he can't currently so he presses on. “Some days, I rather be a girl… and some days, I rather be a boy. Like today. I'm not just a boy… I'm a girl, too, if that makes sense.”

There's silence and Atreus bites down hard on the inside of his cheek now, blood pooling in his tongue. He watches his father, trying to see his thoughts or emotions or anything, but his father’s face is a blank slate, unreadable, and is of no help.

Atreus has been fearing this day for quite some time now. From the first time he changed into a girl on purpose, too. He's been doing it secretly, always wanting to go by the correct pronouns as well, but also fearing his father’s thoughts and opinions on his feelings. He was afraid his father would grow angry with this, disgusted even. But he knew at the end of everyday he needed to tell his father. He had a right to know.

But now, after doing so, he is honestly terrified. But also, it feels as if a weight had finally been lifted from his shoulders that he'd been carrying for months now.

“I can understand if you don't like that… it is weird,” Atreus concours softly, looking at his feet. “But when I am a girl, I do like being called a such… not that you have to if you don't like it, though.”

And then his father is stepping forward and crouching in front of him, gently grabbing his chin and tilting his head back. He meets his father’s eyes and he's so relieved to see nothing but love and acceptance in those deep, amber eyes.

“I will accept you, Atreus, whether you're my son one day, or my daughter the next, you will still be my child,” his father informs him softly and Atreus nearly breaks down then and there. He sniffles instead, a shaky smile pulling at his lips. “Just tell me which day is which, and I will try my best.”

Atreus sniffles again and wipes at his teary eyes, hugging his father’s neck. “Thank you, Father,” he whispers. “Thank you for not finding it weird.”

“I have fought the Fates, the gods and death multiple times. How is this stranger than those encounters?” his father asks and Atreus chuckles at the attempt at a joke because his father just cracked one.

He hugs his father tighter, pressing his forehead into his neck.

He should have known his father would still love him.

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No tag list this time since it’s so short :)

REBLOGS>LIKES

#mine #my writing #drabble #god of war #atreus #kratos #loki #genderfluid #coming out

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Wait king you can't drop the idea of "ruins of war" and not elaborate 👀👀 did you have any other headcanon on that??

My gut feeling is that the next game will be in Egypt since the GoW 2018 was originally gonna be Egypt, but I'm super into the idea of a DLC back in Greece, like a brief look into what happened without having to commit a full 60hour game to it. Atreus trying to find a connection to his heritage would be so interesting, especially considering Kratos' desire to leave it in the past. I honestly dont think Atreus would be able to resist not checking it out if he had the chance and I'm into the idea that he'd be drawn to Greece naturally since his god powers essentially come from there

I don't honestly have too much for it! It's just a concept. Mostly based on how I thought "Ruins of War" sounded like a really DOPE DLC name

Here's what I do have in mind though

This would set up the next game which... would be in Egypt!

Like you, I also have a gut feeling it's going to be in Egypt. It's a pretty well-known mythology I'd say, about on par with the Norse mythos in terms of general knowledge. I also think the next game will be mostly if not entirely Atreus-led, so, this DLC would be entirely Atreus-led. Greece would be a bit of a pit stop before he reaches Egypt, because the two are VERY close together

We wouldn't know at the start of the DLC that he's headed to Egypt, that would be revealed at the end. We'd just know he's going somewhere and that somewhere was not intended to be Greece

If he's on a boat, which I imagine he is, he's going to have to go right by it. And he would know that! I don't think he'd be planning on stopping there, but like you said, he couldn't resist. It’d start with “we’ll just sail by it” and go to “we’ll just stop at this one tiny island” and increase more and more until you’re exploring the mainland.

2. Angrboda is there

There's not much else to this. Angrboda is there! She would be the companion for the whole DLC. He brought her with him to see the world after spending her entire life in the Ironwood. He's very excited she's there and she's really mesmerized by everything she sees. It's all very cute

Also, speaking of the boat. I’m picturing one large boat he’s actually using to cross the ocean being a bit of a “home base” and a smaller, life boatish boat the player used to navigate around the Grecian shore. Atreus is rowing it of course, and Angrboda is the one sitting in the boat with him. Like Kratos did with Atreus and Freya. There would be a banter that goes like this:

Atreus: *groans*

Angrboda: You okay?

Atreus: Yeah. This is just harder than father made it look.

Angrboda: Oh! I can take over. If you need a break.

Atreus: No! No, I’m fine. I’ve got it.

Angrboda: Uh. Okay.

There’s an animation whenever you get out of the boat where Atreus is visibly rolling the pain out of his shoulders. But he utterly refuses to let Angrboda take over

3. New mechanics

New mechanics! I've posted about what I think an Atreus-led game would include, new magic, new shapeshifting, and maybe Atreus gets a sword. Specifically, I want to delve into the idea of "magic is tied to the land" like Freya mentions. This DLC would give a taste of that. Atreus would get a few new proper spells. Not runes. Spells. Greek spells. It's implied the lands of Greece have died since Kratos killed all their gods, but what if Atreus coming back reawakened it just a tiny bit? Since there's Greek god blood in him? He's the grandson of Zeus. The land would know him.

New shapeshifting form too! Just one. Probably a lion. Because lions are significant in Greek mythology AND fit the Egypt aesthetic so he can have it at the start of the next game and it would make sense! Lion Atreus! Woo! Maybe an eagle as well. A bird form would be fun, there’s a lot you could do with the flight aspect in gameplay

Maybe hold off on the sword for no other reason than I want Atreus' first sword to be a khopesh.

Look at how cool that is. That's literally the only reason I don't want to give Atreus a sword in Greece, khopesh are Egyptian

4. Atreus would find out about Lysandra and Calliope

Despite being somewhat aware of his father's past... I don't think Atreus actually knows about Lysandra and Calliope. We never have any indication he does, and even after Kratos filled Atreus in on his past killing gods, I don't think he ever told him about his first family. I think it was too painful for him, and he probably justified it with "Why should he know? They're gone"

But I do think Atreus would want to know. Especially about Calliope. Family is important to him, we see that multiple times in the game. I think finding out about her would be a very bittersweet thing for him. He had a sister. He really had a sister! But she's gone... he'll never know her. It'd be a weird thing for him to process I think, and I'd want to see him go through that

I think Atreus takes very naturally to Greek writing. So, he’d find their names on something. Probably a monument in their honor. Something with the inscription “Lysandra, beloved wife and mother” “Calliope, beloved daughter.”

How he’d put together their connection to his father, and subsequently him, I’m not very clear on. It would probably be a gradual process. He finds their names and as the DLC goes on he’d slowly put together that they knew his father, and then at the end he’d realize they were his father’s first family. As well as how they died

That’s it! That’s all I’ve got. I know it seems like a lot but I still don’t know what they’re actually doing in Greece. Obviously “exploring” and “learning about Kratos’ past” but those are very broad. I have no idea what the particulars would be yet

I should also say, I don’t EXPECT this to be a real DLC. This is not a theory or even really speculation. It’s fanfic. Just an idea I’m having fun with and nothing more

#god of war #god of war: ragnarok #god of war ragnarok #ruins of war #why not. maybe I’ll post more about it

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cutie-shouta · 2 years

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Chapter 14. Reawakened

After what seemed to be days of the bloody battle it was only a matter of time when suddenly Kratos jolted awake in a bed..? He would look around unaware of where the hell he was

Kratos: I'm...back...?

He looked down at his body the deep scars seemingly healed from the battle he would then turn his head to see Nova sleeping right next to him, she was barely clothed but that wasn't the problem it seemed her own scaring had healed as well she was holding his arm tightly until Kratos moved away to break her home making her shiver he then covers her up with the blanket and sat up in the side of the bed

Yuka: well..? How was it..??

Kratos looked over to see Nova's best friend Yuka who seemingly was less clothed then normal but in a robe

Kratos: how was what...?

Yuka: sharing a bed with two of the royal elves??

Kratos: fine...I guess...

Yuka walks over and sat next to Kratos placing her hand against his wounds

Kratos: you brought me back with the spell of resurrection..???

Yuka: so you know about it??

Kratos: yes..I have to sleep next ti a pure virgin...

Yuka stops and gulps looking away from him

Yuka: indeed..but sadly....as you can see it wasn't I...

Kratos: let me guess..humans...

Yuka simply nodded before standing up fixing her robe to keep her large chest in place before exhaling

Yuka: you will be resting today..me and the others will scout out from that temple..maybe it has some answers...

Kratos just nods and holds his head up a bit watching as Yuka left the room after this Nova would slowly start to awaken from her slumber only to see a half naked Kratos sitting on the side of the bed she was at a loss for words squeaking before she let out a soft scream turning away

Nova: you didn't see anything right!!

Kratos: yeah...your wounds are healed..

Nova's face was covered in all red as she would rush to put on rather nice elven outfit Kratos however would start to put on his armor

Nova: you shouldn't be wearing that...

Kratos: why not..?

Nova: you just died literally!!!

Kratos: and??

Nova growls and walks in front of him pressing her fist against the broken armor

Nova: no armor today got it.

Kratos let out a sigh and nods as he started to remove the armor again Nova turning away to be respectful

Nova: thank you...

Kratos: yeah..your welcome..

Nova looks down blushing the thought of waking up next to this brute he was just reckless and she kinda liked that

Nova: I say..we should eat...it's been a two days sense we have..and you need food...

Kratos; I don't mind eating..

Nova: good..because I was gonna make you weather you liked it or not.

Nova and Kratos would leave the bedroom to see they were in a elven castle Nova's home.. but that didn't seem to bother Kratos as much as it did Nova walking through the castle guards would bow to Nova making her feel uncomfortable

Kratos: I didn't know you were a princess??

Nova: and...just forget you learned..

Kratos was confused he would love to be a prince or even a king but I guess Nova thought of this as not a gift but a curse

Nova: I know a café nearby...we could eat there..

Kratos: as I said..I don't care where we eat..

Nova nodded and started to make her way to the café with Kratos upon entering everyone would see Nova and take a bow which again made her feel disgusted she would rush to a seat before sitting across from Kratos and a women would walk to the Table in rather odd clothing

???: howdy again Nova? Same as always!

Nova: oh my..Fluffy? Your still working here??

Fluffy: as always! It pats good you know that!!

This women wasn't a elf? She was a pure human in a elven kingdom working for elven people?? Something wasn't right?

Nova: don't worry she's perfectly fine! If you think she's some sort of shapeshifter or something no! Fluffy is just a very loving human that my dad allowed her to stay!!

Kratos nodded looking at her before looking around and sighing

Kratos: I'll just have a omelette...

Nova: and you know what I want!

Fluffy: right away sweetchecks!

Fluffy would walk to the back leaving Kratos and Nova alone at the table silence came over them before it was broke

Kratos: so did you come here often???

Nova: use to...until..I stop..by that I mean I left the kingdom...

Kratos: I figured...may I ask why??

Nova: my father. Wanted me to become the perfect ruler of the kingdom. But I don't want to be a queen.

Kratos nodded before looking at Nova kinda just staring at her

Nova: are you alright??

Kratos: h-huh yeah..sorry I...sorry..

Nova looked away blushing she had no idea what to say until Fluffy appeared and slide their plates to them

Fluffy: enjoy honey~!

Nova nodded and would grab her utensils before stabbing into the meat taking a bite out of it

Kratos: what even is that??

Nova: fired and cooked dragons tail!!

Nova's face lit up while eating this to Kratos it was much like bacon for her people however it was clear what it was made from

Kratos: you know something..?

Kratos would start to eat his own food

Nova: hm??

Kratos: for an elf your pretty extra for everything you do

Nova huffs and looked away blushing at the compliment

Nova: so what! I'm just a good archer!!

Kratos: who barely wears armor??

Nova blushes and throws her spoon at him

Nova: shut up! At least I'm not getting my armor ripped apart in combat!!

Kratos chuckled and nods thinking for a moment

Kratos: good point? I should get that repaired

Nova: you think??

They both sat their eating their breakfast and it was only the beginning of their day I wonder what else holds for them

End of Chapter 14.

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rudemaidenswrite · 6 years

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The Dwarves Magic

Part 6

Fandom: God of War

Pairing: Atreus x OC

by: @pusantheamazonian not beta’d

Recap of summary: Ula is transported through time to ‘Midgard’ before Ragnarok. Turns out she is prophesized to put Ragnarok back on its’ correct schedule for being hundreds of years later not now and to build a rune to hide Loki before his time for Ragnarok is to come. But prophesies and time travel never go right when the God of War is involved.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

Once on land Kratos leads the way, seemingly knowing where to go. Atreus stays near you to make sure you don't get lost. But with both of them long legs McGee, it is a challenge in itself. Then the cliff arrives and you are faced with your true adversity.

Well fuck.

“Up.” Kratos says.

“Up? What? Do you mean climb?”

“We need to get up onto that ledge.” Atreus responds.

“Yeah….that's a no go for me I can't climb. You might just have to toss me onto the ledge.” You stare the cliff down.

“Toss you?” Atreus is confused.

“Yeah that or it’s going to be awhile.”

“Onto my back.” Kratos commands.

“What?”

Kratos doesn't say anything else, he squats waiting. Unsure about it you carefully attach yourself like a baby koala to Kratos’s back. Making sure not stab yourself with the axe and blades.

“Don't worry father used to carry me like that.” Atreus smiles. Kratos stands up easily and proceeds to climb the cliff relatively easily. Ten feet up you make the mistake of looking down to look at Atreus. Atreus is quickly following up the cliff but now the cliff seems bigger than it really is. Gripping Kratos’s armor tighter you tuck your face away. Hoping this ends soon.

“Something wrong?” Kratos asks quietly.

“No I’m fine. Just never been too keen on heights.”

“That's understandable lass. I’ve never been too keen on being buried alive.” Mimir pipes in.

“Buried alive? Mimir you’re a head. How can you have a fear of being buried alive?” That doesn’t make sense to you.

“Aye that was when I had my body. To be scared of being buried alive doesn't matter anymore since I’m dead.” Mimir sounds sad about it.

“Obviously.”

Mimir’s talking distracts you enough that you don't realise the cliff danger is over until Kratos is leaning down. Untangling yourself, you feel slightly embarrassed.

“See it wasn't so bad.” Mimir smiles.

“Yeah if you say so.” Shrugging, you wait for Atreus as Kratos continues on.

Falling into rhythm with the silent hike. It seems silence is a big component of the trios relationship. Every now and then you catch Atreus glancing back at you. Its a mixture of making sure you are still there and wanting to say something “What is your family like. You said you have three siblings.”

“It’s normal. I have two older sisters; Hilda and Aveline and one younger brother, Brolin.”

“I don't have any is siblings. Is it fun?”

You look at him with a muted face that says you won't believe the horrors. “It's having an automatic best friend that can never leave you. But they steal your clothes and food. So when you confront them, they retort because I can. And they know how to piss you off without saying a word. But you still love them. That's what having siblings is like.”

“That sounds complicated.” Atreus shakes his head.

“It is something you have to experience to understand.” Kratos gruffs. Atreus pays full attention to Kratos, hoping he will say more. “My younger brother Deimos always tried to best me in everything. It was a fine line between annoyance and wanting him to be a good soldier.” Kratos replies remembering the fond memory sadly. You want to ask more but the way Atreus was so focused on getting the reply, you guess that Kratos doesn't like to talk about his life.

“Ula your hair color. Is it normal where you are from?” Atreus notices your thought process and changes the subject.

“Blonde? Yes it is, but some people usually change their natural color.”

“How?”

“Chemicals but if you're not careful it can turn out a ridiculous color.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, my sister Aveline tried to turn her hair red one time. Ended up being bright orange.”

“Bright orange hair… that would have been interesting to see.” You can tell Atreus is imaging the bright orange hair

“I laughed for weeks.” Smirking you remember how she screamed in horror at the color.

“Who is your favorite god?”

“My favorite god?” Surprised, this question was not one you expected.

“You said that you know mythology of other places. Do you have a favorite god?”

“Mmmmm, Hotei the Laughing Buddha. The god of contentment and happiness, guardian of children, and patron of bartenders. He feeds the poor and needy.”

You can’t help but to smile. The way Atreus lights up when you said that your favorite god was a good one. It was cute. “Really? What about the Norse gods?”

“Definitely Loki.”

“What?” Atreus whispers in disbelief.

“He’s a shapeshifter, a trickster, great intelligence and fluent with all languages. Besides him being part giant; he is the greatest threat to Odin. As you all know Odin is a jerk.” Shrugging you don’t know why that's such a surprise to him.

“That he is lass. The boor, whose twisted mind will cause terrors.” Mimir says coldly.

“Head.” Kratos growls.

“It’s true.” Mimir defends himself.

“How did you get those tattoos? You don’t seem to like them.”

“What is this twenty questions?” Teasing you try to sound angry about all these questions.

“I-I was just curious.” He pales and fumbles over his words. Looking like a hurt puppy.

Rolling your eyes, you gather some snow into your hands. “Gesh relax Atreus, I'm kidding.” Smiling you toss a snowball at him. “You know that you are easy to pick on.”

“No I’m not.” He bends down to prepare for retaliation.

“Yes you are.” Still smiling you try to catch up with Kratos. So you can use him as a shield.

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A Past Unwanted

Hey look.... it’s the fic everyone was waiting for. The time travel fic that was super duper hard for me to write. ya’ll better appreciate this lol, i didn’t know what i was doing.

but seriously I hope ya’ll enjoy this one. sorry if younger kratos is oc, i haven’t seen or played any of the old games- i’m going to try to, though. also, i’ll be posting another part of “Silenced Tongue” tomorrow. Anyway, enjoy:

Atreus adjusts his grip on his bow and arrow, locked on the neck of one unaware deer. He shifts his feet, determined to kill this deer, even if taking its life still does make him queasy. But his father had entrusted him to bring home the food for the meals this time, actually staying at the house to allow Atreus to go on his own.

Atreus would not come back empty handed.

He's pulling the arrow back, the string of his bow going taut, just as a man comes barreling out of literally nowhere. He pauses, blinks, and groans as this causes the deer to scatter. There they go. He'd have to track them again.

After finding out who this man is. And where he came from. Because, seriously, he came out of literally nowhere at what appeared to be his full speed. He had crashed into a tree because of this, causing it to come crashing down from the impact. Atreus frowns. Most normal people wouldn't be able to do that, right? Maybe this is a god?

But then a familiar, red tattoo catches his eye and Atreus grows even more confused. It is curled along the man’s shoulder and neck much like a serpent. And it's a tattoo Atreus has seen his whole life on his- “Father?” he calls, stepping out from the bushes. His father had stayed back at the house, so why was he hear, running from nowhere and messing up Atreus's hunting?

His father turns and Atreus’s confusion only grows. His father looks younger, cleaner, somehow, with his beard trimmed and his eyes widen with more fury then the boy has ever seen in his father’s face. Sure his dad gets angry sometimes, but this is more so than he's ever been, teeth bared as he fixes his gaze on Atreus.

And then he's launching forward, grabbing Atreus by the neck and slamming him into a nearby tree.

It's then Atreus can see that the blades he reacquired are burnt into his skin, the chains wrapping around his wrists. He grabs at the wrists holding him up to the tree, all of that Spartan Rage directly in his face. He swallows heavily, growing fearful of the man he usually trusts most.

“F-Father-” he gasps out but the fingers only tighten further around his throat. He choked, fingers dragging along the chain melded skin.

“I'm going to ask this once,” his father’s voice is so unfamiliar to Atreus- almost as if this were a completely different man. He seemed to be in appearance, too, almost. He brings his face close to the boy’s, eyes narrowed. “Who in Hades are you.”

Atreus gasps for more air, filling his lungs before shouting out a spell, “Komast burt!” His eyes flash blue and Kratos loses his hold on the boy’s neck, flying backwards. Atreus gasps for air as he falls to his knees in the snow, grasping at his neck. He looks up as he hears a growl from the man too similar to his father and rolls out of the way just as the Blades of Chaos the ground where he had just been.

He quickly kicks to his feet, leaning heavily and drawing his bow once more, knocking an arrow to the string. “St- stay back!” he shouts, bringing as much courage as he could into his voice. This man couldn't possibly be his father; he would never attack Atreus. He knows this for a fact, too. He aims with his bow, straight for the man’s stomach. This would incapacitate him, but not kill him, just in case.

The man growls, his hands clenching tightly around the blade handles. Flames burst to life on the metal and Atreus drops into position on one knee, keeping target but ready to dodge if need be. If this man fights any way like his father, then he would know many of his moves. He has spent around a year fighting back to back with him, after all.

“You must be with Zeus,” the man spits and Atreus’s eyebrows scrunch together. Zeus… Zeus… he's heard that name before, in his father’s tales. Zeus was the Ruler of the Gods where his father hails from, controlling lightning among other things. And he was Atreus’s grandfather. Was. “Well, maybe he should see to killing me himself instead of sending a child to do his dirty work.”

The man is then throwing his blades forward, leaping after them. Atreus rolls quickly to the side, keeping his aim on the man and releasing the arrow, lodging the arrow into the man’s side. The man growls angrily, catching himself and quickly turning, reaching for Atreus. But the boy is a tad quicker, changing his form into that of a wolf and leaping out of his reach.

“A shapeshifter too, then?” the man grumbles, turning to circle the wolf. Atreus decides that this man couldn't possibly be his father, since he talks way too much. He snarls, letting his lips draw from his sharpened teeth, tail flicking wildly. He must be trying to disguise himself as his father. Terrible job he's doing, currently. “No matter. I'll just rip the fur from your carcass.”

The man comes rushing forward again, and Atreus leaps back at him. They meet halfway, the wolf snapping his jaws over the man’s shoulder, the man slashing with one of his blades, slicing one of the wolf’s legs open.

The wolf yelps and uses his back feet to dig his claws into the man’s stomach, rolling at his skin as he crawls further up the man’s body. But the man grabs Atreus, throwing him off and to the ground. Atreus quickly shifts into a snowy owl, flapping his wings. The blades hit the ground where he was and he dives back down, scratching at the man’s face with his talons.

The man shouts, throwing his blades at the owl, but with this body, Atreus is harder for him to hit. He dodges the blades easily, twisting and turning through the air. He screeches, flying higher into the sky, out of the man’s hands reach as well as his throwing range.

“Get back here, you coward!” the man yells up at him, and then leaps up, throwing the blades at Atreus. One hits his wing and he screeches this time in pain, shifting into a horse as he nears the ground, making the landing less painful. His right front leg bow bleeds and he pushes to his four legs, snorting loudly as the man approaches him. “They just get easier and easier.” The man raises his arms over his head for the finishing blow and Atreus’s eyes land on one of the weak points his father had taught him: the left armpit.

Atreus shifts once more, leaping into the air as he turns into his human appearance, holding the father his father had given him. He stabs it into the man’s flesh; right between his arm and chest and kicks off the man’s stomach, grabbing at his bleeding arm as the man falters, staggering backwards.

The two end up on either sides of the clearing, panting heavily and holding their wounds. Atreus swallows heavily and draws in a breath, looking man over once more. His resemblance to his father is still too much for the boy.

“Who- who are you,” he demands between pants, hoping to gain some kind of information from this man. From this possible god. Not that he could currently think of any gods- aside from himself- that could change their form, but anything was possible, he was beginning to learn. “And why- are you disguising yourself- as my father.”

The man looks up at him, eyes narrowed, blades gripped tightly in his hands and Atreus tenses, ready to get flung back into battle. But the man seems curious of him as well, staying on the other side of the clearing. “I don't see why you're still trying to trick me with that,” he growls. “I've only ever had one child, and you are not her.”

Atreus narrows his own eyes, holding tight to his knife, just in case. “That doesn't answer my question,” he points out. He glances around, looking for ways he could possibly escape.

“Stop acting!” the man screams and lunges forward, the red flames of Spartan Rage exploding all around him, slamming into Atreus as he had a sudden burst of speed. Atreus goes flying backwards, crashing through multiple trees. As soon as he can, he transforms into the owl again, flapping his wings- despite one throbbing and bleeding- and is trying to fly away, but the man grabs one of his legs, snapping it. He screeches as the man throws him.

He lands further off, now one leg and one arm throbbing in unison. He draws in a breath as he shifts back, whispering another spell, holding a hand over his currently broken leg, “Lækna.” He grits his teeth as his bones and muscles begin to mend, healing faster than humanly possible. But, it wasn’t fast enough, as the man barges through underbrush straight for him. “Úlfur!” The familiar blue wolves leap from behind him, attacking the man. Atreus pushes to his feet, ignoring his throbbing arm and leg and takes off for his home. His father should be able to help.

“Get back here, coward!” the man shouts behind him and he throws one of the wolves. Atreus swallows and forces himself to run faster, relief flooding through him as his home comes into sight. He’s about to run past the gate when the man grabs him once more, throwing him to the ground. The air is knocked from his chest and he knows this could be over quickly if he didn’t do something.

“Father!” he yells, rolling to the side as the man tries to stab him through. He kicks out with his good leg, tripping the man long enough for him to get back to his feet, stabbing at the man with his knife. The man growls, slamming a shoulder into Atreus’s stomach, knocking him back to the ground once more, clambering on top of him and pinning him to the ground. “F-Father-!”

“Shut up!” the man shouts, grabbing at Atreus’s throat. “Zeus cannot save you now.”

Atreus kicks at the man’s stomach, clawing at his hands. His eyes begin to water as the life is literally choked from him, and he can only hope his father heard him. He tries changing form into anything, but the man holds him down, unrelenting. He can feel his own Spartan Rage churning his stomach, but he knows his father would hate it if he used it.

But then again, he’d probably hate him even more if he died.

So, he draws in a deep breath and lets out a shout, letting the flames of his rage explode to life on his skin, the air knocking the man from off of him. The man looks up at him in obvious surprise as Atreus flies at him- he probably hadn’t expected the boy able to possess Spartan Rage, much less use it- wounds forgotten, tackling the ashen man to the ground. He yells loudly, the rage blinding him, consuming him, and he lets it, unable to stop it. He’s not fully sure on how to control it as of yet- he has not learned yet.

But currently he doesn’t care. He instead begins to punch the man’s face into the ground brutally, digging his knees into the man’s stomach. He continues to scream until the man catches one of his fists, twisting it until it snaps. He lets out a shout as he’s thrown aside once more, the man standing nearby.

“You can’t even control it!” the man yells, a cruel amusement in his tone. He’s stepping to attack Atreus again when another man rams into his side, sending him to the ground. Atreus breathes as his father had instructed him to do many times, trying to calm himself. His vision clears just enough for him to see his father lifting the man and throwing him back into the ground, grabbing the chains of the blades and spinning him, slamming him into a rock nearby.

Atreus quickly jumps to his feet, running to his father’s side, panting heavily. “I’m sorry, Father,” he said, gripping his broken wrist with his bleeding arm. “He showed up out of nowhere and overpowered me, I couldn’t do anything-”

His father raises a hand to silence him. He snaps his mouth shut quickly, drawing in deep breathes through his nose, the man standing nearby. “Who is he,” his father questions, his deep voice rumbling in his chest.

“I don't know,” Atreus replies. “But he looks like you- well, kind of. But he can't be you because you're you, right?”

His father hums in response, raising a hand to block Atreus as the man looks towards them once more, eyes flashing. But then both his father and the man freeze entirely as they stare at one another. Atreus looks from both of them, seeing even more of the similarities as they stare at each other.

“What is this,” the man growls, his anger ever present in his voice. “Who are you?!”

“I think you can see,” his father states in his ever calm tone. The man snarls now, eyes flickering towards Atreus who tenses under the gaze. His father covers him even more, eyes narrowing to a glare. “Now, I do not want you here. So leave. My. Home.”

The man and his father stare at one another and Atreus can feel the tension thick in the air. “Where am I,” the man asks instead of leaving. The tension grows and Atreus shifts, stepping closer to his father, grabbing his knife with his bleeding arm.

“Leave,” his father repeats, his voice dropping in volume.

“Where am I.”

Atreus swallows. Both of these men are obviously extremely stubborn, and they're probably going to fight soon if neither of them get what they want. He prepares himself, drawing his magic close to himself, and preparing to change if need be.

And then his father is moving forward slowly. The man launches forward, as if about to punch him, but Atreus’s father simply catches the smaller man by the neck, slamming his back into the ground. The man growls up at his father but his father is not phased, a dark shadow in his eyes.

“I do not want you here,” Atreus can just hear his father growl out. “I will not have you hurting my son anymore. Now leave.”

His father straightens and returns to Atreus, placing a hand on his uninjured shoulder, spinning him around. “How badly did he hurt you,” his father asked, looking home over as the man is still behind them.

“Who was that?” Atreus asks instead of answering him, still utterly confused. “That couldn't have been you. You're you and he's… someone. Right?”

“It does not matter,” his father reassures. “Now tell me, how badly did he hurt you?”

“Not too-”

Atreus is cut off as a hand grabs the back of his neck, yanking him from his father. He lets out a cry of surprise as he's choked to the man’s chest, one of the blades pressed to his neck. He growls in frustration, really growing annoyed with how many times he's getting choked. The man raised the other blade threateningly at his father.

“Tell me who you are now… or I will kill him,” the man growls in warning, pressing the blade harder against Atreus’s neck. This also rubs at his shoulder wound, causing Atreus to cry out in slight pain.

“You will deeply regret that,” his father growls back, his eyes having grown darker. “Not just because of what I will do to you, but because of the consequences against yourself. Now put him down.”

“Tell me who you are!” the man shouts, pressing the blade further into Atreus's neck, drawing even more blood. The boy hisses in slight pain, kicking his feet in the air beneath him.

“You know who!” his father shouts in return and he's pulling his own blades from their sheathes. The man freezes and Atreus uses this moment to kick at his stomach, leaping from the man’s arms and running straight back to his father, skidding behind him, peering around his side.

“That should not be possible,” the man hissed.

“Yet here we are,” his father growls in return, raising a hand beside Atreus, just to be sure. Atreus breathes heavily, his neck now stinging along with the rest of his wounds as they throb.

“So, he is my-” the man cuts himself off, a look of pure horror passing over his face as he stares at Atreus.

“Yes,” his father states.

The man falls silent, finally untensing his body. He lowers his weapons as he continues to stare at Atreus, a realization dawning in his eyes. “I am so sorry,” he mutters, so quiet the boy can hardly hear him.

Atreus catches a handful of his father’s armor, shifting his feet, wounds continuing to throb. “Father,” he says quietly and the man flinches at the word, flinches again as his father responds by looking down at him. “Is that-?”

“Yes, boy,” his father responds, as though he already knew what Atreus was asking. The boy swallows heavily, eyes going wide as he stares back at the man who is also his father. His father looks back at the younger man, a look of disgust on his face, nose scrunching. “That is me.”

None of them move, only able to stare, Atreus’s father- his actual father, not the younger one- staying tense, ready to strike. As though he's afraid his younger self will attack at any moment.

And maybe he would.

But Atreus gathers himself, steels his face and slides past his father, wincing as a large hand grabs his wrist. “What are you doing?!” his father demands, sounding like the time Atreus wanted to distract the dragon. Like his younger self was as volatile as a huge, man eating beast.

“I'm going to talk to him,” Atreus replies, yanking his wrist from his father’s grasp, dodging as he tries to grab him again.

“No, boy-!”

But Atreus ignores his father and walks closer to the younger Kratos slowly. He meets the wide, amber eyes not unsimilar from his father’s, noticing how they watch his every movement, as though he's afraid Atreus might explode or something. Honestly, both his current father and the younger one need to calm down.

As he draws closer, he holds a hand up in offering, keeping eye contact with Kratos. “Hi,” he greets, not missing how he can feel his father’s gaze boring into the back of his head. He knows if anything were to go wrong, his father would be able to instantly help. “I'm Atreus, and your son, apparently.”

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