#c: helio

[mjjune]

You asked for it! The famous "fuck me" scene! As commissioned by @tanimil! Full text version and commission under the cut

avof | mj june | ch 4: save your fights for fight club affectionately known as: the fuck me scene

word count: 850 content: steamy fade to black, blood/injury, vulgar language, dementia & memory loss

Tossing the wolf inside, Helio thuds against the desk, and Danny shuts the door. Now the music is gone, even to Danny’s ears, for he had his office soundproofed by vampires. It leaves near-silence between them, with only the sound of Helio’s haggard breaths and blood pumping through his mortal body.

Helio hasn’t bothered to wipe away the blood leaking from his lip, so it drips past his chin and slides down his neck. His brown eyes glow gold with wolf inside him. “Asshole!”

“You can’t fight in my club,” he says. “Save it for the Underground. Do you know how many humans are out there? What if one of you had shifted?”

Helio scoffs. “That wouldn’t happen.”

Danny agrees with him. If he’s about to be promoted, he certainly wouldn’t lose control over a snide insult. “Maybe not you, but what about that asshole?”

“He had it coming.”

“Because he talked bad about your pack? Grow up.” Danny feels the reluctance in his chest as he speaks. He’s only twenty-five, a toddler in purebred years.

“I don’t give a shit what he says about my pack. We’ve been going at it for years.”

Danny hesitates before laughing with antipathy. “Over a joke, then?” “It’s not a fucking joke,” Helio shoves Danny with all his might, which sends him lightly into the wall. “You wouldn’t understand. You live forever and you don’t have to worry about forgetting anything.”

Danny grows silent, realizing that when the asshole had said, “your Alpha had to step down because she couldn’t fucking remember how to shift anymore,” he’d meant it literally. That is not a joke, but it doesn’t excuse throwing someone across his club.

No, Danny doesn’t understand what it’s like to forget. He remembers every waking moment of his unending night.

Danny grabs Helio and spins them around, so now he pins the werewolf. He can’t help the sarcasm in his tone, “No, you’re right. I wouldn’t understand. I remember everything. Five thousand years of suffering that can never end. Aren’t I lucky?”

Helio’s eyes widen, any last glimpse of fury gone, leaving only shock in his brown eyes. His torn tank top strap hangs, leaving his right shoulder bare. The blood trickling down his neck begins to dry. Danny glares into his eyes, but the werewolf’s gaze drifts lower.

To Danny’s lips.

With a swift movement, Helio yanks him closer, leaning his head down to close the gap and plant his mouth onto his.

This is exactly what Danny was afraid would happen. If the Order doesn’t want him to do this, he should pull away. He should ban Helio from his club for starting a fight. Maybe he should even pick up and move somewhere else to avoid the inevitable supernatural dilemma. But he tastes the fresh blood from Helio’s lip, and it’s much sweeter than it smells. He’s kissing a werewolf—something he has never experienced, despite his years. He doesn’t want to stop.

Knowing it’ll piss off the Order just makes him want to do it more. He presses himself against Helio, hip points digging into each other. He runs his tongue along the inside of Helio’s lip, finding the bleeding cut, letting another few drops of blood flow across his tongue. The werewolf’s breaths shake, too erratic for him to tell if its nerves or excitement.

He moves away from Helio’s mouth and follows the trail of blood, kissing it off of his chin, his jaw. Arteries pump emphatically just under the skin, and Danny can sense Helio’s hair stand up and his breath catch in his throat as he moves down to his neck.

Something hard emerges against his hips as his tongue reaches the crevice where throat meets clavicle, licking away the last of the blood.

“Shit…” Helio hisses.

All the logic in Danny’s head tells him to stop; that he should listen to the Order; that he shouldn’t create enemies of an entire pack. But his hand doesn’t listen as it travels down Helio’s smooth chest and into his pants.

Helio’s body tenses and his harsh fingers coil around the collar of Danny’s blouse. For a moment, his eyes are a hot glare, as if to say how dare you? He means to push the vampire away, tell him to stop, curse him to hell, maybe even punch him. But just like Danny, he loses his inner debate. His weight gives in to the wall, allowing Danny’s hand to move deeper. Gentle lips back in the crook of his neck, Helio releases a low moan.

After a few long moments, hickey already forming, Helio speaks, breath tight and caught in his chest. “Fuck me."

Danny pulls away from his collarbone, curiosity twinkling in his eyes. He rises onto his toes so that their noses brush softly and he can taste Helio’s unsteady breaths against his mouth. The vampire’s hand, still deep in Helio’s pants, slows its movements and his voice resonates with smooth velvet once more.

“Are you sure that’s what you want?” Helio, biting his lip to stifle another moan, says again, “Fuck me."

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[stygianoaths]

Luke Castellan and his team of godkillers but they don't kill with weapons stained with ichor, but with the illusive Mist that warps the mind of mortals so easily, it shakes their faith.

In eons past, these mortals revered the Olympians with offerings and prayers daily, told their stories that inspired fear and awe all the same. It was something the pantheon had gotten hooked on, something more addicting than the ambrosia and nectar the texts had waxed poetry over. And the council of twelve did their damn best to keep it around. After all, there was no other high out there that can compare to the feeling of being in control, of being powerful.

But like any high, it wears off, sooner or later.

So that's exactly what happens.

Alabaster C. Torrington, with the help of Dr. Claymore, "discovers" new texts that discuss Greek gods that have never been heard of before; gods who are kinder, wiser, more trustworthy, than the ones everyone has come to know in this era.

It's interesting, how the origins of these gods and their lives seem to have no relevance or connection to the other pantheon and its history. No Titanomachy or Gigantomachy to speak of. There are a few parallels, but they are pleasant, like the love stories of Dionysus and Ariadne or Pygmalion and Galatea. Otherwise, it's like an alternate timeline of its own, where every god present is named a god for a reason.

It's fake.

But the mortals don't need to know that. For what's false, if persisted in, would become true anyways. Furthermore, it isn't like a new pantheon will harm any of them. The lucky ones with clear sight may win the heart of a deity who would actually see them beyond their fleeting mortality, who would care for them.

It takes a while, though, for the mortals to adjust to this suddenly newfound information. They are stubborn creatures, Luke knows, who tend to fear the unknown and new. Yet the youth crave it like bears after a beehive laden with honey. With time, they'll come around, he knows. Maybe he might not be there to see if the plans work out for himself, but someone would, and that's all that matters to him. He just needed to be the one to start the movement.

Luckily for him, he doesn't have to wait too long.

The faith spreads through idealized modernized takes on the mythology, as silly as it sounds. It's very of the era, isn't it? Books are being published on these gods who endure hardships and come out irrevocably changed but for the better. Ethan flips through one by an author under the pen name S.J and devours it in three hours. It reads nicely and he wonders when he'll get a chance to meet the main character of the story, and ask her if the myth holds true. It is, obviously, but it's different hearing it from a god. The fanfictions are even better, but Lou Ellen Blackstone gets drowned out by Alabaster's "lalalalala" before she can start talking about the recent one that was updated a few hours ago. Eh, so what if it's a little spicy?

Nonetheless, the new band of believers grows, and it's like a sucker punch to the gut for the Greek pantheon.

Apollo comes to camp and drops to his knees before his own cabin, surprising the campers. He looks terrible. Dionysus had already looked miserable, but the children attributed that to his sour personality. And, as usual, no one noticed the girl by the hearth who had disappeared weeks ago. But Apollo, golden boy Apollo, well, he has eyes that are sunken and sickly yellow, matted hair, muscles shrunk, and hands that shake as if they are beyond his control.

"They're killing us," he whispers to Lee Fletcher, "all of us."

"What do you want us to do?" Lee asks. Apollo coughs into his fist and looks down to see a smear of gold staining it.

A nosebleed. Gods don't get nosebleeds.

His children, gods bless them, are trying to heal him, but to no avail. It's kind of funny, how on any other occasion, such an act would have been annoying. If the solution was to simply heal, don't you think he would have tried that? But, weak as he was, he felt touched. Loved, even.

But love wasn't always enough to save another. He, of all gods, should know that.

"Can you write?" he asks. Lee scratches his head.

"Write?"

"Stories. Poems. Songs. Anything."

"Um, no, not really. Dyslexia kicks my ass, and you know archery is more my thing. But Will does sometimes. Healing is his forte, but I always see him writing something in a notebook, though that could just be medical notes, now that I think about it-"

Apollo disregards that last part and begs Will Solace to take up the pen and fight back. It's their last hope. If nothing is done, this camp and its children will become all that is left of the Greek Pantheon, for textbooks and website links are not enough to keep the faith going, especially if left to collect dust or rot in an archive.

"Write us new myths. Stories that can happen now, that we can make happen. Redeem us, so that we can live. We'll do it. We'll do any of it," Apollo begs.

"Anything?" Will asks. Apollo nods.

"Anything."

The Fates looked at each other from above. How time has changed. In the past, battles were fought with swords. Now, they had to be fought with words.

#inspired by that concept of 'downsizing' apollo mentions in TTC #where people basically killed helios and selene off by associating apollo and artemis with the sun and moon respectively #like if their existences are based on the faith of the people #then when you shake that foundation #the building comes crashing down #also the mist is something that applies to all pantheons iirc in the riordanverse; it's a layer in the duat for the kane chronicles #so essentially anyone who has control over the mist aka sense of reality is one overpowered motherfucker (looking at you torrington) #anyways #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #riordanverse #luke castellan #alabaster c torrington #alabaster torrington #ethan nakamura #lou ellen blackstone #lee fletcher #will solace #apollo #dionysus #hestia #moirai #the fates #dr. claymore #i've tagged everyone except for one character #the author S.J #can anyone guess who that is? ;)

[blueiskewl]

Roman Marble Bust of Alexander Helios C. 1st century BC. H. 64.2 cm.

Alexander Helios (Late 40 BC – unknown, but possibly between 29 and 25 BC) was a Ptolemaic prince and son of Pharaoh Cleopatra VII of the Ptolemaic dynasty and Roman triumvir Mark Antony. Alexander's fraternal twin sister was Cleopatra Selene II. Cleopatra named her son after Alexander the Great. His second name in Ancient Greek means "Sun"; this was the counterpart of his twin sister's second name Selene (Σελήνη), meaning "Moon".

The fate of Alexander Helios is unknown. Plutarch, Cassius Dio and Suetonius state that Octavian killed Antony's son Marcus Antonius Antyllus and Cleopatra's son with Julius Caesar, Caesarion. The only further mention of Alexander Helios and Ptolemy Philadelphus comes from Cassius Dio, who states that when their sister Cleopatra Selene II married King Juba II, Octavian (then named Augustus) spared the lives of Alexander Helios and Ptolemy Philadelphus as a favor to the couple. After Helios arrived in Rome, he disappears from historical records.

#Roman Marble Bust of Alexander Helios #C. 1st century BC. #marble #marble sculpture #marble bust #ancient artifacts #archeology #archeolgst #history #history news #ancient history #ancient culture #ancient civilizations #ancient rome #roman history #roman empire #roman art

[zu-is-here]

Imagine Helios!Swapdream!Dream goes & successfully kidnaps Hades!Nightmare? Imagine him angering Persephone!Dream so much so, to the point that he becomes Persephone!ShatteredDream & kicks his ass?

*War of Gods in 3, 2, 1—*

Hades!Nightmare & Persephone!Dream by @help-im-a-gay-fish

Dream & Nightmare by @jokublog

Shattered Dream from @shattereddreamsau by @galacii / @galacii-gallery

Swapdream!Dream by @song-song-a & @litemong

#zu art #comic #greek gods au #greek au #persephone!dream #hades!nightmare #helios!swapdream!dream #dream!sans #shattered dream #nightmare!sans #passive!nightmare #swapdream!dream #ask #as you see I'm becoming super fast (lazy) even with the lining sorry xp #'Oh thank Zeus I can't see it' (c) Hades probably #and then they both attacked him in their corrupted forms yay! >:D #Gayfish's designs... *chef kiss* ☆ #also headcanons: #what if Helios has a little gaze control quirk... #like flowers always turn to the sun right? #and he desires the same unquestioning attention from the rest #that's why he takes his victim by the jaw #Helios wants Hades to love and desire him as much as he loves Persephone— this sun boi just wants some warmth ;-; #SD!Dream is just a cool character to work on but I'm still waiting for his canon story :') #undertale #undertale au #utmv

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

ASC Helios 300, 2005. Presented at the NAIAS in Detroit, a convertible version of the Chrysler 300 C. Despite rumours that the car would be offered as a limited edition model, it was never produced

#Chrysler #Chrysler 300 C #ASC #ASC Helios 300 #4-door convertible #convertible #open roof #concept #prototype #NAIAS #2005 #NAIAS 2005 #design study #show car

[midnightsun-if]

You’ve mentioned that Cy has siblings right? Can you tell us more about them?

Cyrus/Cyra does have siblings, correct! I’ve gone back and forth on how many they have, but the final answer is five.

From Oldest to Youngest:

Cyrus/Cyra — 103

Aurora — 100

Helios — 96

Kiran — 92

Apollo and Artemis — 81

(Seeing the ages make me chuckle.)

I do have tentative FCs for the Twins beneath the cut, for anyone that’s interested!

#midnight sun #asks #ro: c aurelia #sc: aurora aurelia #sc: helios aurelia #sc: kiran aurelia #sc: apollo aurelia #sc: artemis aurelia #midsun: house aurelia

[sailormoonandme]

Summary: Black Lady settles down for the night, but finds that her dreams are less than restful. Mixed Manga/Anime Canon. Written for Chibi-Usa/Helios Week 2023 Day 7 with the prompt ‘Dream’.

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48282985

FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14250746/1/Dark-Dreams-ChibiUsaHelios-Week-2023

Author: AlEvans26

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom(s): Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon, Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon | Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon (Anime & Manga)

Relationships: Black Lady/Helios

**Characters:**Black Lady (Sailor Moon), Tsukino Chibiusa, Helios (Sailor Moon), Death Phantom | Wiseman

Genre/Tags: Mixed Media, Canon - Manga, Canon - Anime, Romance, Spiritual, Dreams and Nightmares, Redemption, Tragedy, Mirrors, Corruption, One Shot, Short One Shot, Short, Short & Sweet

Words: 2,135

Just to let you know I am involved in a discord called 'Moonlight Legends' which is dedicated to sharing all sorts of Sailor Moon fanworks, including other fanfics. If you would like to join so you can share your own work, get help with your current projects or just connect to other fan creators shoot me a PM and I'll send you an invite. All are welcome!

@senshixshitennouweeks

#sailor moon #chibi moon #sailor chibi moon #chibi usa #chibiusa #chibi-usa #black lady sailor moon #black lady #helios #Helios sailor moon #pegasus #wiseman #death phantom #helios x chibiusa #h x c week #chibiusa x helios #crystal tokyo #black moon clan #my fics #sailor moon fanfiction

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

C x H Week 2023 Day 6: Wings

@senshixshitennouweeks

“They’re so hot!”

Helios laughed and held up a napkin to Chibiusa.

“Here. You might need this.”

Chibiusa grabbed the proffered napkin away from her boyfriend and scrubbed vigorously at her mouth and fingers.

“The waiter said those were the least spicy!” she said, before trying to douse the burning in her mouth with her drink.

“Maybe for the next round, we’ll order some of the barbecue wings?” Helios suggested, looking fondly at her.

Chibiusa nodded.

“Anything except what I just had,” she said. Hopefully, the next round of wings wouldn’t taste like fire.

#My Writing #CxHweek #C x H Week #Chibiusa #Helios #Chibiusa x Helios #Helichibi #Chibiheli #reblogs and likes appreciated #senshixshiteenouweek #senshixshitennou week

[lemuseum]

#Hendrick Goltzius - Helios (c.1589)

[gleamchryses]

@heliosxargent || Inside Gleam’s home, midday  

"It might work better if you announce the news, or it at least comes from you." Gleam suggested, pouring herself a glass of wine, and settling back into her seat at the dining room table. It was an unusual scene, as the table was typically reserved for appearances rather than actual use. This place felt less like a home and more like a prison cell, albeit one tastefully decorated.

"You have a special knack for connecting with the crowd, a talent I quite obviously lack," She admitted with a slight scoff, her impatience evident in her reluctance to entertain what she considered foolish questions. They found themselves in the midst of a rebellion, and yet here they were, on the verge of presenting a staged romance to divert the Capitol's attention off Gleam especially, if only temporarily anyways.

#c: helios #HERE WE GO

[mjjune]

avof | mj june | ch 23

as voted for by my followers here! i tried to hit all three of the most voted: gay, kiss, and dark/spooky. hope i deliviered!

taglist and text version under the cut!

Danny kneels in front of the couch where Helio sits slumped, rubbing and rotating his swollen wrists. He jolts with surprise as Danny’s hand presses against his bare chest, pushing him to lean further against the sofa. “Sit up straight.” Helio obliges, but as he tries to sit up against the back of the sofa, he grunts and a hand instinctively reaches for his wound. Danny catches the hand before it covers the injury, gently pulling it away. He can see the wound clearer, no longer half covered by Helio’s hunched torso. It’s deep, at least one rib is cracked (if not broken) from where the bullet penetrated, which would explain the shaky breathing. The only reason he’s conscious is because he’s a werewolf and his body is trying to heal itself—but it can’t because the silver bullet remains deep inside. The skin on the outside has healed over it, but the inside is still raw, and if the rib did heal itself, it must not have healed in the proper place. Danny has had decent medical training throughout his many, many identities, but shouldn’t remove a bullet without any tools. The daggers hidden on his person aren’t ideal. But what would be ideal, and humane, would be general anesthesia. “What’s wrong?” Lara asks, moving into Danny’s peripheral vision. “Yeah, Doc?” Helio’s joking doesn’t disguise the worry in his eyes. Mortals need answers for things before they allow you to poke and prod, even when there are none to give. “I want to see if you have silver poisoning.” Helio’s brows furrow. “How do you do that?” Danny meets his eyes grimly. “Oh… you have to drink my blood.” “Or open your wound back up,” Danny offers. Helio fidgets. “No, no. Drinking is fine.” Danny pulls down his mask so Helio can see his smirk. The last time they saw each other, Helio broke up with him in front of Brad. The last thing Helio said to him was it’s over. Despite that, though, his sickly pale cheeks flush. “Don’t get excited,” Danny teases. Helio tries to glare, but it’s weak. “Shut up.” Danny notices the phoenix’s heart rate behind him jump. Taking Helio’s hand from his lap, Danny lays a brief kiss on his thumb before a fang clicks. It breaks the skin, thin as a paper cut, enough for a few drops of blood to absorb onto his tongue. A little bitterness, but mostly sweet, but with a strong metallic aftertaste that shouldn’t be there. His eyes darken as he pulls away, but doesn’t let go of Helio’s hand.

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[problematickincalls]

hello, i'm c!wilbur from the dream smp, along with a couple of other bursonas (primarily simpbur/incelbur but no factkin). i'm mostly looking for tommy, quackity (/r), schlatt and niki (/r). i'm 17. like or rb and i'll reach out :)

~🌹~

#c!wilbur kin #dsmp kin #dream smp kin #canon calls #mod helio

[elysiumxii]

you know who owns this boy ♥

📸 Send me a picture of your muse, for my muse to react to! 

Sat naked amongst crumpled sheets and fluffy comforters, with plushies strewn around the bed and a mop of messy, bed-head golden curls on his head and across his eyes, Helios blearily looks over at his boyfriend. Soon struck dumb by the exposed, gorgeous rivets and dips of toned flesh on display. It doesn't matter how many times he sees it, it still floors him, just how hot his boyfriend is!

"Sei baby!" He squeals happily, throwing out his arms, soon very demanding for his attention. "Lets have sex again!" He shouts, possibly too loud for such thin dormitory walls, before he's grinning, not all phased by his own bluntness. Not when he knows what he wants, and it's that body!.

#meme;helios #irrwicht #/ also his F A C E #is lovely #helios just can't look up from ABSSS

[immortalmuses]

Some quickie Helios Headcanons, to elaborate upon at a later date: 

Helios takes the care and training of his horses very personally. There are six horses in total, four in rotation hitched to the the chariot on any given day while two remain in his stables to recuperate. They are: Aithôn, Pyrois, Eous, Phlegon, Abraxas and Bronte. All of the horses are manifestations of Helios’s power, but are also independent creatures in their own right. They are telepathically and empathically bonded with the Titan. To lay a hand on any of them unbidden is, in short, a death sentence.

Helios’s stables also houses other deified horses, such as Pegasus, Therbeeo, and Xanthos. At times, he will make use of these horses instead of his core six steeds.

Empowered with the ability of All-Sight, Helios can both see and hear everything that men and gods do during the time that he is in the sky. But he is not All-Knowing, and this can mean that he doesn’t always have context for that which he witnesses. Especially if related actions have taken place at night, while he is asleep in his villa. 

Despite being accustomed to watching literally everyone, Helios is unfamiliar with (and therefore uncomfortable with) the experience of being watched himself. XD

When it comes to the mortal realm, the wintry season swaddles Helios into a state of perpetual lethargy, only shaken off at the height of day (and sometimes, not even then). It’s fortuitous that the sunlit hours are intended to be so short, because the Titan is not certain he would have the energy for a longer path across the sky. Besides, it affords Eos extra minutes to linger in a pre-dawn light, if she so desires.

In various historical writing, Helios’s home has been described as a “Golden Palace” of great splendor. But those writings hearken back to the time of the Titanides, when Helios’s own Father was free of Tartarus and in power. Much of that power was diminished with the coming of the Deities of Olympus. These days, Helios’s home is more like a countryside villa than anything resembling a palace. The interior remains gilded in bright colors and reflective surfaces, but with a more modest and… intimate atmosphere.

In addition to his villa at the edge of the world, Helios also maintains a second residence in Rhodes, in accordance with the temple dedicated to him there.

#Fandom: Lore #c: Helios | The Chariot #Helios: headcanon #Horses of the Sun #hc that i have accumulated recently through writing and chatting with others #hc

[cwdcbitches]

|| OPEN || Cosmo & ??? ||

“I don't exactly miss home, I like it here. The people in this plane are...no being is perfect but most of them try to do their best. There are people from home that I miss though.”

#;;Open [COSMO] #dc rp #cw rp #dcwrp #stargirl rp #c; Helios Cosmo [COSMIC STAFF]

[tieflingpride]

Say what you want about Kristen Applebees but she is THE cleric. Chosen one of Helio and even after she left, he still wants her back. Galicaea wanted her to be a cleric of her church and she said no to her face. She became the sole cleric of goddess who she brought back from corruption. All whilst having a C in cleric class.

#dimension 20 #d20 #fhjy #fantasy high junior year #d20 fhjy #fantasy high #dimension 20 fantasy high #kristen applebees