#hades on the other hand.. people WERE hesitant to talk about him because of the taboo.. thus it does make sense that we tend to-

[praisethesuuun]

AAAHHHH. ANOTHER ROR FAN! It's so hard to find people who like it 😭

Anyways, if you take requests at the moment, what about headcanons Hades, Buddha, Loki and Posideon being just complete simps for reader? (If that's too many, just loki or Buddah is fine!)

Just met the person and suddenly, guess I'm in love now, oops!

Anyways, thanks a lot, hope you have a great day!

you're too kind😭😭❤️❤️ It's always so nice to receive such sweet words! Anyway, there you go hun<3 hope you like it

RoR characters headcanons: them being total simps for you!

POSEIDON

🌊This guy is hilarious: he refuses to admit that he's simping over someone. "Gods are perfect. They don't bond to anyone" Yeah...that's a lie-

🌊Hades was the first to notice that something was wrong with his brother, but he decided to stay silent and wait for him to talk about it. Needless to say, he bursted out laughing when Poseidon told him everything: from what he felt when you were near him, to the way your presence brings a breeze of happiness to the midst of the seedy Valhalla.

🌊Poseidon will try to approach you starting from very sneaky things. For example, his favorite thing to do is sit next to you during gods' meetings, scaring anyone in his way. Once he nearly got into a fight with Shiva, because he practically pushed him out of the seat next to you, nearly knocking him off the entire stairway.

🌊During his fight, he will repeatedly make eye contact with you, boasting about his strength and hoping you can notice him... somehow. "Look at me, you fool"

🌊Tsundere mode: on. Poseidon will literally insult you everytime you'll try to talk to him. This dumbass will regret it later alone in his castle.

HADES

☠️Unlike his brother, Hades is more confident, courting you in front of all the gods and calling you "My queen" whenever he can.

☠️He's not sneaky at all and isn't afraid to hide his feelings for you. The only thing that could stop him it's the realization that he could ruin your reputation: it's not the best to hang out with the king of the Underworld, many despise him and he doesn't want you to be treated the same way.

☠️Expect to find your room flooded with various gifts and love letters, each accompanied by a black rose. You often feel sorry for Hermes and wonder how he can carry all that stuff. Yet, you get excited every time you see him arrive with a package, decorated with a delicate purple bow.

☠️Hades is jealous. He does not hesitate to scold and intimidate any deity who tries to approach you, even going against his own brothers (especially Zeus)

☠️When you're alone, Hades wastes no time in jumping on you and filling you with love. If, on the other hand, you are attending a dinner or a meeting, he will place his hand on your hips, refusing to remove it. Plus, he'll kiss you softly without anyone noticing.

LOKI

🐍He will be so annoying! Loki will stick to you like a tick, bothering you as a sign of affection (what a brat...)

🐍He will play jokes on you all the time, immediately bursting out laughing at your reaction. However, if you were to feel bad, telling him that he exaggerated, he will apologize instantly, hugging you and reassuring you. "I'm sorry, please look at me, bunny. I'm sorry... I promise"

🐍Loki is the type to put little flowers in your hair without you noticing, enjoying the view from afar and admiring your beauty. Daisies look so good on you! How could he not enjoy such a view?

🐍You'll likely get involved whenever he makes a mess, and don't be surprised when you're treated like some sort of human shield. Even so, you've never gotten into trouble. Deep down you like it when he suddenly enters your room to hide from Thor, who wouldn't dare to do the same.

🐍Loki loves to float around you, acting like the perfect watchdog. It makes him feel like a perfect partner: protecting you with dedication and love. But there are negative (or positive) sides, of course dirty jokes can't miss: "Look what a nice temper you have, it wasn't like this last night when I-" "SHUT UP"

BUDDHA

🍬He is the boldest lover that could ever happen to you. If he wants to do something, he won't hesitate to do it, everyone knows that. Yet, when it comes to you he becomes totally a servant, without hiding it from others. Do you need something? Well, give him just a second-

🍬Count yourself lucky, Buddha loves you so much that he shares his secret stash of sweets with you! The pocky challenge is a must, but he's favourite thing to do is kissing you indirectly making you suck on the lollipop that he already had in his mouth.

🍬Every once in a while, he lets you find a little love letter on your pillow with a chocolate next to it. He knows he looks like a detached person who thinks only of himself, so he does everything to make you feel his closeness.

🍬Buddha always calls you names. "Come here, sweetie!" "Aww honey, are you angry?" "Gimme one of your sugar kisses, would ya?" He loves the way you blush every time he does it, you're such a cutie!

🍬He trusts you blindly, in fact he doesn't hesitate to ask you for help when he needs it. You protect each other and for Buddha this is one of the most important things in your relationship. Please, tell him how much you love him and don't hesitate to talk about your feeling! You are too important to him, so feel free to tell him everything you want.

#ror memes #request rules #request #record of ragnarok #record of ragnarok headcanons #record of ragnarok buddha #record of ragnarok smut #record of ragnarok x reader #record of ragnarok loki #record of ragnarok poseidon #record of ragnarok hades #ror imagines #ror x reader #ror x you #shumatsu no valkyrie #shuumatsu no valkyrie x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie headcanons #snv memes #snv x you #snv buddha #snv loki #snv hades #snv poseidon #snv x reader

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Platonic yandere greek brothers with a fragile younger brother reader who has curse manipulation power similar to one from geto in jjk, pls?

-You were the youngest of the strongest brothers in the Greek pantheon, hidden away by your mother who was only able do to so because you were so small.

-Unlike your brothers who were all strong and great warriors, you were on the fragile side of things, you had always been physically weaker than them, however, aside from some harmless teasing here and there, your brother’s never made you feel like you were less than they were.

-However, despite being physically weaker, that didn’t mean that you were weak, you were the God of Curses after all, being able to not only control but manipulate curses.

-Your brothers were stunned when your powers first started showing up, seeing how easily you were able to control your abilities, and just like your four elder brothers, you became well known.

-There were many, who didn’t know you, who were intimidated by you, just hearing of your ability, thinking that you were some type of monster, one that terrified them.

-Hearing these rumors, your brothers couldn’t help but look at each other, then look at you, then back at each before laughing loudly while you were looking at them, confused while you were sampling different baked goods from a bakery.

-You were a peaceful god, unlike most of your brothers and other gods, but you were not harmless, as you were capable of causing a lot of destruction, you just chose not to.

-You liked humans, you found their ingenuity and tenacity inspiring, as humans rarely gave up without a fight, so you respected them for that.

-This was a view you didn’t share with most of your brothers, but they didn’t berate you for it, just choosing to ignore it.

-However, if someone else was to say something about your admiration of humans, your brothers, especially Zeus and Adamas, were hands on sight.

-Hades was the calmest of your brothers, and he was the one you usually spent the most time with, mainly because you helped him with his paperwork and you were one of the disciplinarians in the Underworld, giving those who committed heinous crimes curses.

-Poseidon knew that you were powerful, and he always watched over you when you trained, wanting to see the progress you’ve made with your training, and he was curious about many of the curses you could manipulate, seeing how you bend them to your will.

-Adamas wasn’t really a people person, even with his brothers, but you were the one exception, as you were relaxed and calm and he enjoyed talking to you because you didn’t annoy him.

-Zeus was a gremlin, he loved to sneak you away and cause mayhem, bringing you along with him, it was like you were the big brother while he was the little brother, which was sometimes amusing.

-Your brothers all loved you, just as you loved them, and they wouldn’t hesitate to raze Valhalla to the ground if you were ever threatened, despite knowing full well you could do it yourself.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror hades #ror poseidon #ror zeus #ror adamas

[heyjoe0]

ISO first bi experience

I dont really understand your question, but if you are asking me about my first bi experiance, this goes back to a city trip to prague with two good early friends. It was a hot summer evening and we were stitting in the hotelroom together, watched tv and talked about our sexual experiances. I just came out of the shower just with my towel wrapped around my hips. I found them playing with themselves, everybody was aroused because of the hot stories. I joined my portuguese friend on the bed as he was telling a hot story about a FMM experiance. I instantly got hard and couldnt hide my bulgue under the small towel. He saw that and didn'd stop staring at my bulgue. I loved the attention. After a while touching myself I finally asked him i he wanted to take over my hand . He didn'd hesitate at all! The small towel was quickly removed and he massaged my dick with his talented big hands. The other friend just watched the action with interest. He told me that he liked my freshly shaved cock. He asked me if anybody have ever sucked a cock. He looked me straight in the eyes. And without words he came over to us and lowered his pants. His huge cock popped out directing right to my mouth. And all of a sudden I hade a cock in my mouth while beeing massaged😈. This was so hot an I couldnt believe it. We all came quite quickly as it was new for all of us except for the portuguese guy who had a lot of experiance. This was when I realized I feel very attracted to any kind of hot people, no matter if its a girl or a guy...

#Story #Bi #experience

[ssparksflyy]

hello hello! i’m kinda new to requesting so i’m sorry if this bad. but umm thoughts/hcs on hades!reader dating luke?!?!? pretty pls 🥹

ask and thou shall receive ༉‧₊˚.

luke castellan dating hcs ! ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairing: luke castellan x child of hades!reader warning(s): swearin, SOFTIE luke a/n: tell me why i had a whole backstory planned out but then was like 'omg wait this aint even hcs fr' + lets pretend hades had a cabin at this time pretty please :)

this aint for the best, my reputation's never been worse so, you must like me for me ♡

you guys are fr so rep coded ugh

everybody thought he was crazy for dating a child of hades

but they dont know you like he does frrrr

they dont even try to get to know u so like stfu

luke however , had no fear when he decided to finally walk up to you and start a conversation one day

he introduced himself, as did you

from that point on you became inseparable

turns out u had a lot in common ( a shit ton of trauma ) and u were not like anything people said u were like at all

he really doesnt care what anybody thinks, if theres one things he knows, is its to not judge someone based off their godly parent

he also wasnt intimidated by the fact you were a child of the big three

he saw you for you, and ignored everything else ♡

but youd better believe he defends you at any chance he gets

he doesnt fight anybody

( physically , at least )

no, no, he finds another way to fuck up their lives and make them pay

send in the stolls!

he lets his gremlin ass little brothers deal with the person while he takes u on a cute lil date away from them😙

alright so i think luke gets pretty insecure about his scar

he gets mad about how he got it, then in the midst of just being pissed off at his dad and how his quest went in general, he just breaks down and wishes it would disappear :(

( SHUT UP YALL IM A SUCKER FOR LUKE LIKE THIS UGHHHH I CANN HELP HIM I SWEARRR )

but he would literally FOLD when you kiss or touch it

he gets all flustered and embarrassed nd shit 😋

it just snaps him back into reality, and allows him to find some joy while thinking about it

he literally could be like

" i hate that dumbass dragon and i hate my dumbass dad for not helping me or giving me attention when i needed it, im so tired of being ignored, but (y/n) likes kissing and tracing my scar so its ok :)"

luke likes kissing your hands as a way to show you he isn't afraid of your powers

yall ever seen that thing where like person a cups person b's cheek nd then person b kisses their palm?? yea. luke would do that.

he's obviously the king of sneaking out

he usually sneaks out of his cabin after curfew and heads to yours

nd sometimes you take the risk and sneak into his, coming in through the window by his bed

but then you gotta get up early and sneak out

( he would walk out of cabin 13 with a SMIRK )

one time you both knocked tf OUT in the hermes cabin and didnt wake up to sneak back out

...u woke up with a disposable camera in ur face

the rest of ur day consisted of giggles when you passed and teasing from the hermes cabin

its ok tho bcs luke was right there with you ♡

eventually, people stopped being assholes to you

they started including you in things and you actually made some genuine friends !

at first, you were a little hesitant because you thought they were all in on some joke you weren't aware of

but you quickly realized they were just trying 2 be better people

soon u and luke became everybody's fav couple ♡♡

annabeth loves u like a sister fr

she was the person who would sit though lukes rambling about you

nd she really likes u, she was one of the first people who saw you not for who your godly parent was, but for you

shes ur #2 supporter ( luke being #1, duhhh )

its literally u and luke vs the world

ur always on each other's side, always there for each other when needed

you guys often have talks about your parents

their both absent, so youve got that in common!

hades really hadnt done anything for you besides claim you

and we all know how hermes ignored luke as if he were a spam call

you knew exactly how to comfort each other because you understood what the other person was going through

luke was forever grateful for you

im seriously torn on whether a child of hades would join luke

we know nico didnt

but nico didnt even really know him, soo

idk ill leave it up 2 u ♡♡

a/n pt.2: heyyy! idk if these were kinda short, but i hope u enjoyed!! im v tired so ill proofread in the morning but have a good day/night!!

peace from manhattan,

percy jackson ♡

#percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson x reader #pjo x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke x reader #luke castellan x you #by bells ♡⋆ ࣪.

[godsofhumanity]

I know people think that Persephone is a softie and she’s super sweet and that Hades wears the pants in the relationship. Boy do I have news for them…

do you... have news? i'm curious to hear (or rather, read) your take on this!

#you say ''wear the pants'' but this implies that only one of them has to ''wear the pants'' at all times?? maybe they both wear skorts. #i'm 100% ready to hear any sources that might suggest otherwise #i personally DO like the idea that Persephone is a softie. that doesn't make her a weak character #i think Persephone can be really sweet and kind.. but she also can be very tough and fierce #many Greek heroes would often appeal to Persephone when they needed favours from the Underworld because she WAS kind and sweet... #but she could also be vengeful as evidenced with Minthe.. she's a good balance of both #hades on the other hand.. people WERE hesitant to talk about him because of the taboo.. thus it does make sense that we tend to- #-characterise Hades as a tough guy. he also can be cruel and makes difficult decisions... #evidenced when Pirithous was trapped in the Underworld (justified IMO but cruel nonetheless) #and also when Hades had Asclepius killed for upsetting the balance of life and death (again- justified but still a difficult decision) #but that's just my opinion #anon #anonymous #asks

[oneshot-wxnderland]

Lab Partners With Benefits Pt. 3 | Percy Jackson

Summary: Another week, another lab and Y/n and Percy are feeling a different kind of tension this time.

Category: fluff 

Part 1 | Part 2

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          Percy had been kicking himself all week. He had forgotten to ask you for your number before you left his place and now you probably thought he was just some asshole looking for a one-time hookup. And he didn’t want that. And he hoped you didn’t want that either. But he wasn’t really sure what he wanted. 

         It’d been a hot minute since Percy was in any kind of relationship and he wasn’t sure if he was even the relationship kind. Even if he did want to be, his life just didn’t lend itself to dating mortals. There was always some monster popping up that he’d have to fight, or quest he’d have to go on, or emergency at camp he’d have to run off to, and Percy was a shit liar. It’s what messed up the last time he’d tried to date somebody. He was constantly blowing off dates and rain-checking everything because the gods are needy attention seekers. 

          He’d seen superhero movies before and related a lot to when they had similar issues. Percy’s not saying he’s Spiderman or anything, but he does live in New York and save it from constant peril – so yeah, he’s Spiderman. 

          This time, however, he was really considering trying again. Trying with you. And Percy had a plan. 

          Sliding into his seat when there were only a few other people in the room yet, Percy felt pumped up. He woke up early, showered, had a FaceTime with the boys to discuss the game plan, and got to class ahead of you so that he was ready to give you his number the first chance he got before he lost his nerve. That was part of Jason’s advice: offer his number to you instead of asking for yours. He claimed it would make Percy come off more vulnerable and less pushy. Leo mostly just spouted different cheesy lines that Percy would never use. Frank didn’t say much but Hazel piped in every now and then when she took the phone from him. 

          “So, you’re lab partners,” Hazel started. “Do you talk outside of your lab?”

          “No, that’s why I need her number.”

          “But you said you did homework together at your place right? So how’d that go? Did she seem interested?”

          Percy paused. 

          “Yeah, it went... fine.”

          Hazel was blissfully unaware of the blush that was creeping up his neck but Jason didn’t miss it. Or the way he suddenly needed to roll up his sleeves and fiddle with them. 

          “Did you just do the homework?” Jason asked suspiciously. 

          “We uh... kissed...” 

          “Niiiiiicee, Percy!” Leo hollered. “That’s my boy!”

          Frank retook the phone from Hazel and hastily gave an excuse to go before leaving the call and cutting off Hazel’s confused protests.

          “I don’t know what to tell you, man,” Jason shook his head. “This is way beyond my level now. Piper and Annabeth are nearby I’ll go get them-.”

          “No!” Percy cut him off. That’s the last thing he wanted. The girl’s won’t know or care what to do so they’d ask Piper’s siblings and then the entirety of camp would know. “It doesn’t really change anything. I’m going to give her my number and then the ball’s in her court and I don’t have to worry about it.”

          “But your balls were in her court, weren’t they Percy.” 

          “Leo I am going to kill you when I get back to camp and that is a threat.”

          Leo left the call.

          “I’m sure it’ll be fine, just don’t do your game-time face because it’ll scare her off,” Jason tried to get the conversation back on track.

          “What face? I don’t have a scary face?” Percy added another item to the list of things to not do when he saw her.

          “Yes you do. It’s when you’re charging into battle but this isn’t battle is it Percy?” 

          “You’re lucky,” Percy lamented while he grabbed his backpack. “You just woke up and were already with Piper. All the hard work done for you.” 

          “You got this man, just be yourself.” 

          Percy decided to throw that particular bit of garbage advice away. 

          Now he was sitting in his seat, got there early, and he was even wearing his nice t-shirt, so what could go wrong.

          As soon as you walked in the door all of his carefully curated bravado deflated inside of him. You walked towards your shared table and he had to expel childish nerves he hadn’t felt in years. He’s in college now, for Hades’ sake. He was a man.

          “Hey,” you greeted as you sat down.

          “Hi.” That was stupid. Men don’t say ‘hi’. He should’ve said ‘hey’ back.

          “You’re here early,” you commented and Percy just nodded like an idiot. 

          The plan was to giver you his number as soon as he saw you, but he couldn’t just blurt that out of nowhere. 

          “How’ve you been?” 

          There. Establishing a conversation and definitely not stalling.

          “I’ve been good.” The small amused smile on your face calmed him down a little. He’s got this.

          Class started before he could slip his number in casually but Percy wasn’t deterred. He wasn’t going to let geology get in his way.

                    While you were reading the data you had to chart on the graph, you noticed Percy’s usual fidgeting get even worse. Glancing at him from the corner of your eye, you saw him concentrating intensely on the paper and trying to contain his frustration. You recognized the signs since one of your friends has dyslexia, but you knew he wouldn’t ask for help.

          “So we have to plot the points on the graph and then draw the elevation lines, right?” You asked casually, looking over to him for confirmation. He nodded his head, but still continued to squint at the numbers which all were very small print and close to each other.

         Muttering the numbers as if to yourself but loud enough for him to hear, you got to work. 

          Percy sat back and smiled a little, knowing what you were doing. He looked over at you, from your furrowed brow to your crossed legs bouncing with your tapping foot. With a contented sigh, he recalled what it felt like to be in between those legs. Having them wrapped around his hips while you moaned his name. 

          His eyes trailed up your body, memories that were attached to each part flooding through him like a highlight reel of his deepest fantasies. Then he got to your bare arms and the goosebumps on the skin shook him out of it.

          “Cold?” he asked, interrupting you trying to help him which he really should have been listening to. 

          “Yeah, a little.” 

          “Here.” Percy shrugged off his hoodie and held it out to you before pausing (and slightly panicking.)

          Hold up, is this weird? Am I being weird right now? Should giving her my hoodie come before or after we exchange numbers? I guess doing it before could be a good test of whether she would be interested in exchanging numbers. But this is couple stuff. Her wearing my hoodie. That usually comes after numbers. But she’s cold now and I can’t seem like an asshole withholding warmth unless she accepts or declines my number. 

           Luckily, you didn’t seem to notice his panic as you took the hoodie from him without hesitation and put it on. “Thanks.”

          He calmed down as he watched you roll up the sleeves so that your hands were free to work and he felt a different kind of warmth spread through him. He liked the way you looked in his hoodie. 

          You caught him watching you and it threw you off. This wasn’t the heated gaze that had made you melt before, this was... softer. But the moment was ruined when you glanced down and saw that he hadn’t drawn a single point yet.

          “Hey,” you tapped your pencil on his paper. “Focus.”

          “Sorry.”

          You worked well together for a while. The rhythm of plotting points distracted Percy from his nerves. That is until he felt your hand on his forearm.

          “What’s this?” You asked, finger tracing the SPQR of his tattoo and making him shiver.

          “Oh, it’s a band.” 

          “What band?”

          “The Super Popular... Cool Rockers.”

          “They spell Cool with a Q?”

          “That’s what makes it cool.”

          “Ah.”

          Percy went back to the worksheet, congratulating himself on his quick thinking when he saw you pull out your phone. 

          “What are you doing?” he asked, totally nonchalant. 

          “Looking up the Super Popular Qool Rockers.”

          Percy snatched your phone. 

          “Oh, you won’t find them.” He dodged your attempts to grab it. “They’re really underground.”

          “You’ll be really underground if you don’t give me my phone back.” Percy hastily returned your phone, as if the threat scared him. You tried to glare at him, but found it too hard to suppress your smile once his broke out. “Thank you. Now will you tell me what it really means?”

          “Maybe one day.” People started packing their things and leaving since class had flown by faster than Percy liked. Sensing his window of opportunity closing he decided to Hades with it. “Depends if you go on a date with me.”

          You took your time standing up and gathering your things while pretending to mull it over in your head. Which Percy really did not appreciate. 

          “Maybe one day,” you answered him with a coquettish smile and took a few steps towards the door. “Well, aren’t you coming?”

          Percy was too concentrated on restraining a fist pump to puzzle out your meaning. 

          “We didn’t get much work done today, so we better finish what we started at your place.” You winked at him and strided out the door.

          With a mischievous grin, Percy was quick to follow. 

#percy jackson #percy jackson smut #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x y/n

[spiderling-space]

As I mentioned before, I'm doing a piece for Balkanoid MC. It's something I can %100 relate. This will be a mix of headcanon, scenario and incorrect quote. Also each different scenario/hc/quote is separated with ----

There are a lot of countries in the Balkans. This work will focus on things that everyone living in the Balkans can relate to. I'm avoiding certain stuff because it would be too heavy for [tumblr]

Setting: MC is from the Balkans

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MC is just thrown into a whole new world, no friends, no family, just all alone. There is nothing that resembles their home and it doesn't seem like Dire is going to do find a way for them to go back so they decide to make Ramshackle a homely place. It took them over 2 weeks to clean the entire Ramshackle with the help of Ace, Deuce, Jack, ghosts and Grim.

After the cleanup, MC wiped the floors clean one last time and then they were done. Now they were just chilling on the couch.

"Oi prefect!" Ace opens the main door and just walks in. "Let's go an-"

MC isn't listening to what he is saying. Their focus is on Ace who just walked into their house with shoes on.

"Take your goddamn shoes off and wipe the floor you stepped in."

"Don't be ridiculous, I-"

"So you've chosen death..."

Ace is confused why they are so insistent on not wearing shoes inside. "What are you talking about?"

The closest thing they have is their house slippers. They took it in their hand and hit it on their other hand, making a slapping sound. "I won't hesitate to go over there and teach you manners."

Ace gulps as he sees the look on MC's face. "I'LL DO IT!" He takes off his shoes and leaves them outside, then asks where the mop is.

After MC tells where the cleaning supplies are, there is only one thought in their head "Mama, I'm making you proud!"

———

Random TWST cast: 90s were the best years!

MC, remembers the 90s of Balkans: Lol what?

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MC and the rest of the first years go on lunch in a restaurant. They eat it and it is time to pay

MC: Waiter, please give me the receipt, I'll pay for everyone

Ace: Niceeee

Sebek: HUMAN! DON'T INSULT ME! I HAVE MONEY TO PAY AS A KNIGHT!

Deuce: I cannot let you pay by yourself 

Jack: Thank you MC but it is not necessary

Epel: I can't either, I can pay for my food

MC: So none of you is going to fight for paying for all? 

Everyone gives them a strange look: What are you talking about?

MC, taking out their wallet: It is the Balkan way

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Ramshackle dorm is perfectly clean and everything is well organized but there is something that's missing. MC couldn't point out what it was until they managed to get a second-hand TV in the lounge.

"My grandma's white knit thingy!" Oh boy, Mc is so happy to find the missing piece. For the record, they have never understood why their grandma would knit a square-shaped balloon net but now they just missed that homey feeling. "I'm going to knit myself as I cannot afford to buy."

After a few days and countless tries, MC manages to knit a few balloon nets and they put it everywhere in the living room such as on the coffee table, on top of the couch's backside, over the fireplace and on side tables. As the final touch, they put one on TV.

"Now it feels like grandma came over!"

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MC is arranging a bag that has basic needs; bottled waters, crackers, canned food, whistle, blanket, first aid kit, sleeping mat, flashlight with extra batteries, some cash, wet and dry napkins and the medicines they use

Deuce: Are you planning on going camping?

Ace: Deuce, go get us two tents, I'll be in the same one as MC and you can have a tent for yourself

MC: What? No! Where did you get that idea? Also, Ace ewww!

Ace: Hey wait a sec-

Deuce: It's because of your bag...

MC: Oh! This is my bag for an earthquake. Everything in this essential if I get stuck under the rumble

Deuce: Eh?!

Ace: Silly magicless MC, every building is protected with magic here, there has never been any damage on structures or people

MC, cries in Balkan

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MC, internally: Hmm, interesting, dorm members resemble their dorm's icons so much. Hmm, Ignihyde is based on Hades who is a Greek God. I heard their dorm leader is from Isle of Lamentation which is from Greek myths so he must be a Greek!

Later

MC: Idia!

Idia, silently: Oh shit

MC: My fellow Balkanoid! *tries to greet him by kissing his cheeks*

Idia, freaks out and retreats: I have no idea what they mean!

MC: Well, you are Greek

Idia: I have no idea what that means either. I'll pay you to stay away

MC: Wait, you have money?

Idia, nods

MC: You know what, I'll just leave... Clearly, you are westernized! Here I thought I met a chad Balkan fellow!

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MC, learns that Malleus and Leona are royalty

MC: Wait, there are non-corrupted country leaders?!

Leona: Tch, there is absolutely no chance that Ferena is corrupted. You thought I was?

MC: No?

Leona: Tch herbivore...

Malleus, offended: Did you mean my grandmother?

MC: Nope! That’s why I said non corrupt

Malleus: I'm saddened by your statement. What made you think this, child of man?

MC, laughs: Bro, bro... I lived in Balkans

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One of the foods that MC would miss dearly is burek/börek.

They would pause and ask for a moment when someone asks about the relationship between MC's country and its neighbours and the history behind it. They only say the good parts and don't get into details much.

MC would slap the watermelon to understand if it would taste good.

MC would be overjoyed when Divus doesn't call them a useless tool for giving him the wrong tool while fixing his car.

They would secretly miss those "good morning" pictures with flowers or babies on the background sent by elderly people around MC.

If MC has to stay more than the academic term, their choice of residence would be Land of Pyroxene as it is likely to resemble Germany.

They would find it weird that countries getting along with their neighbours.

It is a weird feeling to live on their own as they expected to live with their parents until marriage or until they found a job outside the city.

MC would find it basic that people are driving automatic shifted gear.

MC would get weird looks when they tell that their mom also calls them "mom".

MC is used to greeting people by kissing each cheek so it is weird to not do that in Twisted Wonderland.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst mc #twisted wonderland mc #ace trappola #deuce spade #jack howl #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #malleus draconia #idia shroud #leona kingscholar #incorrect twst quotes #twst headcanons #twst imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst incorrect quotes #incorrect twisted wonderland quotes #twisted wonderland incorrect quotes #twisted wonderland imagines #mc/yuu

[thelordofshrimp]

dear shrimp lord,

would you be kind enough to provide us with some dark/angry will solace headcanons? thank you.

yours sincerely,

hexx, the mutual you've never talked to.

(p.s: im craving for some dark will solace content. dark!will is what i live for)

dear hexx,

absolutely :) i've had a few rattling around in my head for a while so here you go!

it got a little (a lot) dark at the end, so read at your own discretion

He wasn't always angry. For a while, he was just scared, and sad, and lost.

Anger had more power. Being angry meant being in control. So when he felt the people he loved fade away around him no matter what he did, he got angry.

That was about when people stopped looking him in the eye. He once overheard people saying it was painful, that his stare burned through you. Good, he thought. Don't look at me. If they looked at him, he might see his friends, his family. Might see their emotion. Their humanity. Death was easier when you forgot other people were people.

When a demigod is dragged into the infirmary, too far gone to be healed even by Chiron, Will does what he needs to do without hesitation. A hand on their chest, a moment of concentration, and pneumonia takes hold so fast they don't have time to take a breath before total lung failure. It's mercy, he thinks. It's mercy, they tell him. It's mercy, they tell each other.

It's murder, they whisper, once they think he's out of earshot. He's not, and he's angry. Murder would be taking a life that wasn't already gone. This is bringing about an inevitable conclusion. Ending someone's suffering before the shock has even worn off.

Chiron asks him to stop working in the infirmary. Will's power scares him, because he isn't sure where Will draws the line between someone who can be saved and someone whose suffering just needs to stop.

Without the infirmary, Will is untethered. Nobody will talk to him, nobody looks at him, they act like he'll kill them if they try. He won't, but it doesn't matter.

So he leaves. The Labyrinth is closed, so he wanders the mortal world, avoiding people as much as he can. His anger doesn't go away.

If a monster finds him, which they do, he gets to practice. Some he gives pneumonia, some die of a heart attack, some collapse as they overheat from fever. Without ever knowing it, he trades power for control.

For a while, he doesn't notice, because he stays away from people as much as he can. But one day, when he's stealing food, the shopkeeper catches him. Gets a little too close. Will doesn't even see him, doesn't know he's there until he's doubled over, spitting blood. He calls for help. By some miracle (or curse) he is heard, and three people enter, blocking Will's only way out.

They shouldn't have been in his way.

Will is half dead before he realizes he's slowing down, that his body won't cooperate like it used to. When he lost control— he doesn't remember when— he started leeching sickness into the air around him, but it didn't stop there. It's in him, in every part of him, like a plague he could never hope to stop. He doesn't try.

His death isn't violent or angry like he thought it would be. He wonders if that would have been better. No, it takes months, and it eats him from the inside out, destroying him the same way he's destroyed countless others.

Bleeding too much from too many wounds and taking too-small breaths from too-weak lungs, he collapses in an alley, too fatigued to continue.

~~~

He takes a deep breath (doesn't need to) and opens his eyes (not tired anymore). He is standing (not standing, no body for that) in a field (peaceful) (warm) (near-forgotten friends in the distance). He wonders (silently) why he's allowed to be here (hurt so many people) but if Hades thinks (not murder, just mercy)(not his fault) he belongs (with friends) then he will stay (and go to them).

#will solace headcanon #will solace #dark!will #oops all angst #pjo headcanon #plague!will #angry will solace

[bitea-sweetea-roseytocin]

Ooo hi I saw you take requests? I have a writing request if you want to :))

So here is my idea:

Remus has a notebook given to him by the other sides to write his thoughts down in. See, Remus has clear impulse control problems so this notebook of for him to write his thoughts down instead of just doing and saying whatever comes to mind. It gives him a chance to think about it. Sometimes, maybe like once a week give or take a few days one of the other sides will sit down with him and read his thoughts with him just to make him feel validated and heard. Well this particular time one of the sides (of your choice) sat down with the notebook and found some rather interesting things.

Now, you can take this one of two ways (it’s really all up to you!)- You can make this something angsty (hurt comfort), or you can make it something shippy! It can be any Remus ship you want but I personally am more partial to intrulogical hehe 💙💚

Take your time and have fun with it!! Have a good day :)

Ah! Ty for the request! I started writing it on the day you submitted it, but Tumblr deleted it after a while of not saving :') so now my motivation to do this is deterred

Anyway, this'll be my first time not writing something Roman centric =w=""

Remus held the book in his hands. He remembered the day Roman gave it to him, when he risked traveling into the dark scape because he knew his brother needed this. Because he did, too.

An outlet.

A place for his monstrosities to be, other than inside his head, allowed to torture him to their best abilities. The illusions his mind creates are no longer just in his eyes. It's no longer insanity- it's creativity. The journal isn't the first one. But he and Roman make sure to keep eachother stocked up; they get filled rather quickly. The Imagination holds an entire library dedicated to their filled journals from over the years.

The journals have also become sort of diaries to them. So, imagine what were to happen if one of them got lost? The possibility of their secrets being seen by unbidden eyes.

Remus burst into Roman's room, "Ro!"

Roman jumped from his spot at his desk, "Jeez- ! What is it?"

Oddly, for Remus, he seemed almost anxious, "Have you seen my latest journal?"

Ah, that explains it. Roman understands the severity of losing something that holds your private thoughts. He stood up from his desk chair, turning to face Remus better, "No, I haven't. Is it missing?"

Remus nodded, unable to speak through the panic coursing through his veins, the hormone mixing with the feeling of the plasma we call blood rushing through veins and arteries, rest in his heart, which is thumping with vigor, the- Remus shook himself. The imagery coming on its own with nothing to do with it, "Thoughts, thoughts thoughts, thoughts, blood, where? Everywhere? It is me, I am thoughts and blood and gore and death and slime, and..."

Roman pulled his brother in, the physical touch of his second half grounding him, finally balanced out with his brother there to help him.

"Breathe, Ree...I get it...I'll help you look for it, okay? Do you have any spare journals?"

Remus shook his head. He had just started this one, he was too busy brainstorming on the pages to remember to restock.

"Okay, do you have the focus to conjur any, right now?"

Remus shook his head again. No no, of course not! He's too focused on the one that's missing!

"Alright, that's okay, Ree. I get it. Here, use this for now," As Roman spoke, he pressed a plain black book in the unstable man's hands, "Get some thoughts out on that, then we can start looking, okay?"

Instead of answering, he made the rest of the way into the prince's room and started letting the thoughts out.

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.

.

"Feel better?"

Remus let out a breath and nodded, "A lot, thanks. Can we go look, now?"

"Of course, let's go."

It took hours. The sun was gone in Thomas' living room and they were still tearing the place apart, searching absolutely everywhere. Remus was tempted to just dismantle the mind palace and look through the stuff that gets left behind. The fear was boiling in his gut in the ocean of acid.

"What if we don't find it? My blood, sweat, and tears went into that book! Pieces of my heart are in there, I can't lose it, what if someone else finds it and reads it?"

Roman shuddered, because he didn't believe that Remus was being metaphorical, "I understand the severity of the situation, Ree. We should go look in the Lightside, now..."

Remus shrugged as much as his slumped posture will allow, "Sure..."

"We'll find it, Ree..."

"That's not what I'm worried about. If I lose it? Fine, I have others, I can start a new one. I'm scared of someone else finding it and reading it... there's things in there I don't want others seeing..."

"I get it, you know I do. We'll get it back before anyone else can even know it exists, alright?"

Remus just shrugged off his comforting hand, "Stupid prince, always making promises you don't even know if you can keep. Don't do that to yourself and don't do it to me. I'm not stupid enough to fall for that shit."

Roman recoiled, almost physically, "Sometime, people just need reassurance."

"And then, when you're wrong? I know you don't like breaking promises, Princey."

"...Then hopefully we'll figure it out."

"You're such a fucking optimist, it's gross."

Roman rolled his eyes, "I'm helping you look, be nice, you doofus."

"Oh wow, "doofus", I'm so offended," Remus said without much effort.

Roman ignored him.

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"It's not HERE!" Remus screamed, a pot crashing through the wall.

Roman manged to muffle the noise and quickly put it back together, "We will, this was only the first room in the Lightside. You need to calm down."

"I can't! What if someone else already found it and read it? What if they hate me? What if they never wanna talk to me again because nothing in there makes sense, what-"

Roman caught his hands, "Woah! Woah...Remus, when did you start caring so much about what the others think of you?"

"I don't!"

"But...-"

"I don't care about what Logan and the other think of me."

"Of what...Logan and the...? Remus...is this about Logan?"

Remus hesitated just long enough.

"Oh great Aphrodite, it is..."

"Aphro-? NO! No, I don't!"

"Remus, is there something about Logan on that book?"

Remus said fuck it in his mind and sighed, "Yes... I...some fantasies...that he might not approve of..."

"Oh, Remus..."

"What if he finds out, and he...? He just doesn't...?"

Roman hit his brother on the head, "This is why you're a doofus. It doesn't matter if he finds it, you have nothing to worry about."

Remus rolled his eyes. Literally. He rolled them like dice and Roman had to look away, but got the message.

"How would you know?"

It was Roman's turn to roll his eyes (PROPERLY).

"I'm leaving you to figure that out. But, I do."

"Sure. Whatever. Asshole."

Roman moved on to look in the next room.

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A flash of green leaped onto him and he was tumbling over, the item in his hands flying out.

"Remus!"

The man scrambled over and snatched the book up, "Did you read it?"

"I- no, Remus what is it?"

"It's mine. Roman, I found it!"

Roman? Since when do those two talk? But, as Remus said, Roman walked in.

"Oh, thank Hades."

"Logan had it."

Roman sucked in a breath, "Did he read it?"

Remus shook his head, relief is a weird expression on the man's face.

Logan wouldn't mind seeing it more.

"What is this about?"

Roman took the liberty of answering, "The book is Remus' and it's private. Reading it would be invasive."

"Oh, my apologies, then. But, I had just picked it up, it was left over from Remus' running through the room and into the Imagination, along with some other debris I cleaned up."

"It's alright, nerd."

Logan's gaze lingered on Remus a bit, before he bid his farewells, reminded Roman of some work he needs to do by Friday, then left.

"Y'know," Roman said as they turned to walk back, "You could tell him how you feel."

Remus scoffed, "I'm not self destructive, like you, RoRo."

Ignoring Remus' jabs is difficult for the prince, nevertheless, "And do, pray tell, how it's self destructive?"

"Because he'll say no and that will hurt. I don't like when things actually hurt. I'm not risking him hating me even more."

"Woah, woah, he doesn't hate you."

"Doesn't he? I'm chaotic, irrational, vile, ik everything he fights to keep under control."

Roman digested this and thought hard on how best to explain this, "But that's exactly why you two are perfect for each other. You help him let loose when he's being a stick in the mud and he helps you keep in control of yourself and stay organized.

"You're delusional. He doesn't like me, he can't Ro. It goes against our very beings! Go ahead and fool yourself, but you can't do that to me. That's just cruel." Remus disappeared and Roman sighed as he tried to brush off his brother's words.

As the embodiment of romance, he thinks he'd know when a couple will work out or not. How will he convince his brother and Logan of that? He supposes he can't blame them for that, who would listen to the love advice of someone who loves someone that loves someone else? Kinda hypocritical.

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"Just leave me alone!"

"Remus! Would calm down? Just listen to me!"

"No! You're a liar and I hate you! Do you want me to get hurt? You're an asshole you good for nothing prince!" He screamed. Why won't his brother let this go? Doesn't he see that everyone is better this way?

"Fine! You're right! Is that what you want to hear? Call me an asshole, call me stupid, call me evil or whatever! But I'm not wrong! Why don't you believe me? Ha! Why am I trying to reason with the self proclaimed unreasonable?"

Remus looked down from his perch on the guillotine, "Wait, RoRo-!" But he was gone.

"Fuck."

He rushed out, hoping to Loki that he didn't do too much damage.

"Roman!"

But he found who he wants looking for.

"Why are you screaming in the middle of the common room?" Came that cool and sexy voice.

"Looking for my brother, duh."

"Funny, I just spoke to him."

"Where'd he go?"

"Not sure, but he told me to stop being a robotic fake and confess to you."

"He- ? ROMAN!" Remus summoned a hammer and maybe there's a new hole in the wall.

"He was right, surprisingly."

Remus was not expecting that, "Come again?"

"I have noticed, over the course of our interactions, that I have developed feelings that I didn't recognized until Roman brought them to my attention. Remus...I have romantic feelings for you."

And it was the last casual and calculated confession Remus ever heard. He imagined something with ropes. But it was the best thing he ever heard. He didn't expect to be crying.

"Remus?"

"I like you, too..."

Logan brightened and stood up, his heart beating unnaturally, yet pleasently, as he moved closer, "Then... perhaps we...?"

But before he could finish, Remus pulled him in and there was no need for words.

Part 2 with what happened with Roman afterwards?

Ty so much for the request and I apologies for the long wait.

@fireflyjunkie

#sanders sides #roman sanders #remus sanders #logan sanders #roman angst #remus angst #intrulogical #intrulogical angst #intrulogical fluff #fanfiction #request #It's really hard for me to not include roman angst #is this what you had in mind? #i madd you wait too long for this #I'd feel bad if I didn't even do it well #lol #i started it when you gave it to me #made progress then it got deleted #so my motivation after that wasn't great lol #but I did it!! #oh wait #frick #i didn't see the fact that they were supposed to sit down with him and read it #ummmmmmm...... #here's some angst and creativitwin bonding....? #i can absolutely redo it #i really don't mind #👀💧

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello! I really love your works, it was amazing! And I'm thankful you are open again. Can I request modern Ror characters x a very intelligent medical doctor reader?

She is so amazing that makes her the characters deeply fall in love with her. They are watching her presenting medical research, presenting her surgeries and anything.

God: thor, poseidon, hades

Human: lubu, nikola, qin and jack

Thank you very much.

OMG I have a doctor character that I’ve written a few times for my own personal fanfictions, and this will work perfectly! Super brilliant but stunningly gorgeous doctor who knows it but she is very icy and cold to others except for her love whom she sometimes teases!

-Y/N L/N was regarded as one of the best surgeons in the world, clients would come in from all around the world for her services as her research and hard work paid off, being the first doctor to actually be able to eradicate cancer completely.

-Surgery, at the moment, was the only way for her to deal with the cancer in her patients, without exposing them to harmful radiation and drugs.

-Like all surgeries, there was a risk factor, but with each surgery she did and with more hard work and furthering her search, the mortality rate was going down and her patients were now less at risk.

-You had been mentoring several other surgeons for weeks now, showing them your research and even letting them be in the surgery room with you, as they were learning your procedures so they too could learn it and take it back to their own hospitals so even more people could be saved.

-When giving lectures and presentations, you were the center of attention, not just because of your research, but you were stunningly beautiful, with curves in all the right places, clear skin, you screamed bombshell.

-The only downside was that you had a no tolerance policy when you were asking questions, if someone was bold enough to ask you out or ask you other rude questions, like your cup size or your Big Three, you wouldn’t hesitate to glare at them, throw something, usually a pen, at them, and tear them to shreds with your scolding.

-Some of these scolding sessions had made it to the internet and you quickly became super popular outside the medical field, and the letters of propositions just seemed to keep coming.

-Lucky for you but unlucky for those poor bastards pining after you, you had a lover whom you met back in med school, one who fell in love with you when you would give lectures, even if he had no idea what you were talking about.

-And you were very loyal to him, not willing to give others even the time of day when they were hitting on you.

-Thor- A powerful, power couple! Thor was one of the strongest men in the world, holding world records for different strength sports, rivaled by his good friend Lu Bu. He adored being with you, holding your hand, treating you like a delicate flower, even though he knew you can and will kick other’s butts and put them in their place, even in pumps. Your research is very important to you so when you’re working on it, he tries not to bother you, other than pulling you into his lap so he can cuddle you while you work. You appreciate his attention, and you give him the same, when he’s working out or preparing for competitions, you give him his space but you’re always right there to cheer him on.

-Poseidon- So many were angry at you while adoring you at the same time, for having someone like Poseidon at your side. You were both way too pretty- they couldn’t compete! You were the definition of a power couple! Poseidon couldn’t help but be a bit smug, knowing that he had you and has you for quite a while now and he wasn’t going to let you go, smirking at others who would look over at you while it was his arm that was around your waist. You knew of his arrogance, and you couldn’t help but tease him, pecking his cheek in public so he would have to turn away to hide his bright red face. You always won.

-Hades- To see you standing beside one of the handsomest men in the world, not only a model, but a CEO of a massive corporation, none could touch you, and none could touch your lover as well. He wouldn’t even look in other women’s direction, especially if they were trying to flirt with him, you were the only woman in his life and you had your claws sunk into him deeply. He loved your hard work and research, as he knew it was important to you. When you presented your successful research the first time, he was in the front row, with a massive bouquet, cheering for your accomplishments. When he sees other doctors or people eyeing you up a bit too much, he has no issues going over and hugging you close, glaring at them to establish his place, which you think is cute, and you can’t help but tease him for it.

-Lu Bu- Brains and brawn is what most people described your relationship, but you knew your husband, street fighter turned professional fighter and strength competitor, competing around the world with his friend Thor, was smart as well, as he could easily win any fight he faced. He was the same way, he knew you were smart and despite not being able to fully understand the fruits of your hard work, all he knew that you were helping people get better and that’s all that mattered, but he also knew you could kick ass in high heels, as you’ve done so before when someone tried to get handsy with you at a press conference. He was very pouty when you handled it yourself, because he wanted to, and you spent the rest of the conference in his lap, after pulling him over, silently telling everyone you were taken by this intimidating looking man.

-Nikola- Research buddies for life!! Even though you were more medical, and he was more machine research, the two of you worked so well with each other. You both don’t completely understand each other’s fields, but you both are always willing to offer an ear and insight when either of you get stuck. He’s a complete sweetie with you, but when he sees other doctors or just other people in general, getting a little too close or looking at you in impure ways, Nikola’s quick to come over, greeting them with a warm grin while putting an arm around your waist, the glare in his eyes not meeting the smile on his face. You find it cute when he gets jealous, playfully teasing him when you get home, and he gets so shy with you that you can’t help but tease him.

-Qin Shi Huang- Was a very jealous man and when you were giving lectures, he usually wasn’t too far off, ready to step in to greet these men with a bright smile and a firm handshake, one that can hurt from his strong grip. He loves your work, as he knows how hard you’ve worked for it, having sat up with you on sleepless nights while you were writing notes and studying samples, resting his head in his lap. You appreciated his dedication to your work, as he was the one that always cheered the loudest for you, boasting that you were his lover, which always made you smile, especially when he would tease other men who could never even being to dream about having you.

-Jack- Is a gentleman with you, will stand by your side to keep unwanted attention off of you, and if others don’t seem to get the memo, Jack has no problem threatening others to treat you with the respect that you deserve, both as a doctor and as a woman. Finds your work amazing, when he watched your first presentation and proved that it worked, he was in awe, applauding you alongside the other doctors who were all amazed by your work. Jack enjoys asking you questions that just let you ramble, which you realized that he enjoyed as he would just sit and listen to you, sipping his tea, even if he didn’t understand everything you were talking about. Just being with you was more than enough for Jack, that and he lorded over the other men that he was the only one who got to kiss and hug you.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror thor #ror poseidon #ror hades #ror lu bu #ror nikola tesla #ror qin shi huang #ror jack the ripper

[yandere-sins]

The Exception

My friend let me try playing Hades on her switch and well... I kinda liked it. Namely, I liked all the characters, so my brain went like “what if they were yandere” and I had an idea for this story that I threw together this morning before working on the Fox Wedding (: The latter isn’t done yet, but this sure is, so who knows, mayhaps some of you will enjoy it! Just tried to answer the question how we could get Thanatos to whisk us away.

Characters: Yandere!Thanatos x Reader Warnings: Yandere, Blood, War, Wounds/Impaling, Major Character Death (???) or well dying, I read into greek history for almost an hour but if I gotten something wrong then so be it

Thanatos had seen enough of the world to know that he didn't want to stay on the surface forever. 

The current battle spreading before him was a mere reason to sigh deeply as he watched bodies fall left and right, their souls soon leaving to a better, or perhaps worse, place. It was mandatory he stayed, but Thanatos was well aware of which side was winning and which was losing. It was his duty and his work to know these things, even though it didn't make the fighting any less futile in his eyes.

Letting his gaze wander over the battlefield, he watched the red splatters on the ground, heard the crushing sounds of iron against iron and the cacophony of fearful and devastating screams. He still couldn't believe Zagreus would want to come to such a place. A place where there was futile fighting and too much light, but perhaps, it was a world that fit the Prince of the Underworld, as he was the same, even if Thanatos only recognized this fact bitterly. 

Finally, the battle was closing in on its end, just like the hundreds of people that found their death because of it. The ones who weren't dead yet slowly but surely started to hesitate and retreat. Even as the personification of death, Thanatos reckoned that a pointless death was scary, even though so many humans chose it over desertion. Their death was inevitable, preordained by Thanatos sisters. Still, he had seen many hold on to the last sparks of hope that they could escape Thanatos' grasp. 

And then, on the other side of the coin, were those that practically would have offered their life to Hades and fought to the end.

You weren't an exception. Yes, your quest and pride were your downfall, and by the gleam in your eyes Thanatos could tell you knew. You knew and recognized that you'd die. However, as if you were spiting him personally, you still continued to fight ahead of everyone else, gaining questioning glances from your comrades and contempt from your enemies, which you pulled to the ground one after another and sending them to hell. 

Many before you had this overzealous compulsion to make that best out of their inevitable demise. Thanatos would admit that yes, most had a good reason for it, like saving their family or fighting for their own life. Others simply lucked out on the gift of pride and ignorance, forcing themselves and occasionally many more lives with them into the deep, dark pits of death. 

What was your reason? Thanatos wondered. 

He still had time before he needed to take action, he could allow himself a short - minuscule, really - different thought than his upcoming work, and you presented yourself so nicely to him as the incarnation of death waited for the end of today's battle. It wasn't often that he had the leisure to let his thoughts wander, so Thanatos intended to use these few seconds, which would fall under the radar, to still his curiosity.

By the looks of it, you weren't an inexperienced fighter. Or perhaps, you were just a farmer judging by your muscles. Surely, you seemed enthusiastic about your task, so were you fighting for something more significant than the glory of your country? Family? A loved one? Thanatos couldn't help but be curious about what your drive was, as he had seen so many reasons, yet they were all the same. Perhaps, yours was new?

Even so, you were graceful as you swung your sword around. What did he know about footwork, but at least, yours seemed to pay off as you weren't dead yet. When one of your foes managed to smack off your helmet, Thanatos believed that was it, but alas, you regained your strength, charging at the very same attacker. 

In a way, fighting was like an elaborate play. The only difference was that neither of the parties knew the other one's move. The person reacting better was the winner. He couldn't find joy in watching wars, but even Thanatos had to admit that it was a joy watching you. Even if you lacked the enthusiasm as the heroic shades that lingered below, like Theseus, had, you fought a fight worth mentioning in the books as well. 

Every move you made, Thanatos could see the calculations in your eyes, that keen shine reflecting in them. The sun seemed to break through the clouds just to reach out to you, making your armor sparkle in its rays. Yes, you were a formidable human, and Thanatos caught himself thinking that it was a shame you were fighting even if you looked so beautifully while doing it. 

Taking another deep breath, he could see the swirls in the air left by it. While the winter wasn't affecting him, no matter how little clothes he wore, Thanatos felt a second of pitiful understanding for everyone who had to fight in those conditions. Undoubtedly, the cold armors, freezing hands and weapons, and frozen ground were another nemesis for every soldier out here. Even if their bodies stayed warm from adrenaline and running, it certainly was another reason many of your human bodies gave out quicker, merely submitting to their fate. It was fair enough for Thanatos. It meant his work was over faster, and judging by you being circled and the other soldiers at your side beginning to see the end coming towards them with long spears and sharp swords, it was all over soon. 

You had fought bravely, that much he could give you. Perhaps you had impressed him enough to put in an unusual good word for you with Hypnos, who'd pass it on to Hades himself, granting you a shot on being put into Elysium. But your fate had long been decided, and as you fell to the ground, the battlefield erupted in victorious screams, announcing your time of death. 

And also, his start of work. 

As the winners retreated one after one, happy whenever they found a friend that survived too, Thanatos passed by them and onto the battlefield instead. Unseen by the human eye, he began his duty of reaping, one soul after the other, as mangled and frustrated over their death as they were, following his orders as he shushed them away. Usually, some pleaded and bargained with him for another shot of life, but even if Thanatos had wanted, there was no way for him to help them. But that day, everyone seemed awfully aware that there was no negotiating nor mercy waiting for them as they looked at his figure, frightened and frustrated. A pointless battle, with meaningless deaths, brought forth the self-pity in them, but this wasn't the first battle Thanatos tended to, so he felt nothing akin to that. It also wasn't his duty to take care of the souls gathered here, as it was Hermes' job to lead to them. 

He had something very different on his agenda. You. 

It was unfortunate for both of you, but when he reached you, you had yet to breathe your last breath. One eye slowly and in pain, opened, the other one damaged from the blow to the head you had received. However, as you looked at him, serene clarity laid in your gaze, and you recognized him, mayhaps by the giant scythe he carried around. Your stare was clear and less afraid than he expected you to be when acknowledging him, but you closed your eyes as a cough overcame you, hot, red blood dripping down your lips. 

"Guess that's it," you croaked, and Thanatos could only stare. Conversing… wasn't his strong suit, and there wasn't exactly a reason to talk to you.

"Are you going to kill me?" you continued, undeterred by his silence, and Thanatos weighed his actions. "No, of course not," he eventually spoke, shaking his head slowly, the hood on his head shifting along to his movement. 

"Ouch, that's cruel. You'll just wait until I die like this?" 

Your words were nothing he hadn't heard before, and he didn't feel offended by them. However, he didn't expect your lips to briefly curl into a smile, adding a jesting notion to what you said. Even that wasn't new, but… it struck a chord inside the usual stoic bringer of death. "I can't end your suffering," Thanatos explained, hoping you'd simply know about the unspoken rule that he couldn't harm you. 

"I think, I get it," you heaved, feeling worse by the minute. "You are just making sure I know I am supposed to die here."

That assumption wasn't wrong, even though there had been more playing into his service than just that. Too many kept trying to escape their fate, and sort of, Thanatos was just checking and cleaning up what would be left. You still had some time before your organs would fail and finally take you to the grave, different from the other souls that were already leaving for their new home. 

"No, you will die here," he retorted firmly. 

"I could," you chuckled, followed by another painful cough. 

"Don't test me, Mortal."

In between deep breaths, you allowed yourself a short laugh. Just like him, you were probably aware that there was nothing worse that could happen to your situation, so his threat was just a way he hoped to shut you up with. In silence, he watched over you, until eventually, your eye opened up again. This time your gaze was searching for him - or something really - but your sight had already begun to cloud. No matter how proud and achieved you are in life, in the face of death, everyone looked the same.

 "I think I did a good job. You know, fighting. Thought that if I already had to do it, I might as well give it my damn best."

More coughing. Thanatos watched the puddle of blood around you grow by the second. The spear inside your body must have been stirring up your insides the more you talked. Thanatos had expected something like this, you, young as you still were, had been led by the belief that doing your best could make up for the fact that you'd die. "But in the end, it was worth nothing, right? We lost after all."

Thanatos could only stare as he wondered what you expected him to say. He came here, knowing your life would end here, so really, the hope you had put into yourself didn't have the same disappointment to him now as it did to you. And yet, as he listened to you, seeing your body battered up with cuts and bruises, for the first time in centuries, he felt something akin to pity for you, and you specifically.

"Why did you fight then?" he asked, perhaps against your expectations. 

"Why? Because they told us too. The King ordered us to fight this battle, and only he could have known how many soldiers our opponent would bring."

"You could have run." Thanatos tried to stay as detached from you as possible, though it didn't quite work, your words taking their influence on him. "Can you?" you retorted before letting out a long sigh. Death was near, literally as well as figuratively. 

"Can you run from your duties? You don't have to do this either, do you?" 

"I do--"

"Really?"

There was no immediate response this time, your question justified, despite your little mortal soul undoubtedly never understanding the burdens on the shoulders of Gods. The world would stop if they all decided to not continue their work and fulfill their duties and expectations. If Thanatos stopped, no one would die anymore, and but the suffering of everything would never disappear too. 

"Dying sucks," you whispered, turning your head away. 

"I reckon," he muttered indifferently. Not like he could talk about it from experience. It must be painful, dreadful, and, depending on the circumstances, frustrating too. Right now, though he couldn't imagine the extent, you must have felt so hopeless and so, so scared. There wasn't much other reason for your banter.

"Thanatos… I always thought it was a pretty name, even if everyone feared it." Regaining his attention after finding himself momentarily lost in thoughts, he looked down at you again, watching as your eyelid closed slowly. "Say what you want, but you can't blame them for fearing death, and alas, me."

"Perhaps if they talked to you, they wouldn't be so afraid."

"Meaning you don't feel so afraid anymore?"

A smile danced over your lips once more, a truly unusual sight for a soul so close to their end, and especially after talking to him. Hypnos often teased Thanatos with being too formal and dutiful to be amusing, and Hades beware, comforting. Though he didn't care for his twin's words, yours did make him feel... happy. 

"Let's go then," you whispered, and Thanatos kneeled down, his hand falling to your wrist, listening to your pulse. Even with the feeling of your heart still desperately pumping blood through your body, only to lose it through your wounds, you didn't utter another word afterwards. You undoubtedly were dying, but perhaps, for now, you were merely unconscious as your lungs didn't stop reaching for air, and your heart used all your strength to function. 

Once more, the sun broke through the clouds, shining down right at you two, bringing Thanatos into the predicament of being blinded as it reflected off your armor. Perhaps he understood it now. Understood how unfair it was that someone like you, innocent and kind, was doomed to die out here. How awful his job on this day was, forcing him to take you to Tartarus and put you before the judgment of the god residing there. 

So what if... he didn't. 

He couldn't heal your wounds, nor make you feel better. But what he could do is battle the fate, earn the scorn of many, but at least, even if he took out the spear from your bloody body, you'd live. You'd live to tell your tale, and who knew, even he could apply some bandages, so maybe you'd recover some. 

It was a risk, and one Thanatos did not like taking, nor found pleasure in executing. But you couldn't refuse to come to this battle, whereas he, perhaps, after all these years, could refuse to do his job once. For your sake, and unbeknownst to him at that time, for his own even more.

His scythe disappeared in favor of Thanatos grabbing for the dreadful spear. Never before had he experience the kind of sound a wound could make from so close, and by the gods, he hoped he never would again. It was just your luck that you were unconscious, or the pain would have perhaps killed you faster than your wounds.

Leaning down, he scooped you up, his hand sullied with your blood and the dirt on the ground. The snow wasn't cold when he touched it, but your body was warm in his arms and still alive. Your threat of fade wasn't cut yet, and he wouldn't do it. With you in his arms, he stepped back, looking into your sleeping face before he retreated from the battlefield with a quiet, "Let's go."

No, the surface wasn't a place Thanatos liked to linger. It was too loud, too wrong, and too bright. But to see your smile, lively and happy, one more time, he didn't need to stay above ground. Where you were going, it was dark and, at times, lonely if you weren't a being born there. But you'd also be safe and alive for as long as you wished to.

And Thanatos would be with you, even if everyone would turn against him and his decision, for all eternity if he must.

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[lesbiansouplol]

October Writing Prompt Challenge!

Writing prompts/one shots. 1/1

Ship: Solangelo!

Summary: Will did a bit of a stupid, but Nico is there to pick up the pieces, and also Will’s self esteem. Also, cuddles. (Sorry I’m not good with summaries)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, because let’s be honest with ourselves, we are very hurt, and these kinds of fics are our only comfort. :D

Warnings: Self Esteem issues, running away from home, mild hypothermia, crying, very, very mild swearing, and being sensitive to touch.

Word count: 2,270

Nico’s POV.

Gods, I was tired. I swear I have the best dad in the world with his constant favors to pull, and the random “family” dinners in the underworld. Because nothing screams “family” like Hades sitting stoically on one side of the table, and Persephone sitting at the other side complaining about anything and everything she can think of, including me.

I was coming back from one of those dreaded dinners when I saw one Will Solace milling around outside my cabin.

We had gotten closer since he asked me to stay at camp after the war. And he did somehow manage to make my time in the infirmary not nearly as terrible as I was expecting. He had this unnaturally bright smile that really made you feel like everything was going to be okay. Everything was fine; Will was there to save the day. Every. Single. Time. This did mean he got little to no sleep, and he liked to skip meals and take other people’s shifts. He’s caring to a fault, but always seems fairly happy with himself about it.

We hung out a bit, and despite what I’ve been told is an “overwhelming aura of death”, he always welcomed me back into the infirmary with open arms, whether it was to get a cut looked at, or just to talk while he restocked, or did just about anything to keep himself busy.

Unfortunately, he left to go home just a few weeks after the summer was over. With Jason gone, Percy and Annabeth on some trip, and Hazel staying busy at camp Jupiter, I was alone again. Back to being the “Prince of Darkness” and the emo, scary kid everyone stayed away from.

But here was Will, sporting a hoodie and some jeans instead of his usual khakis and embarrassingly loud Hawaiian shirts. He seemed less… Will than usual. His shoulders were hunched, and he was hugging his stomach like he was sick.

“Will?” I called.

He turned to face me. “Nico!” he shouted and ran towards me. I almost shadow travelled away before he hugged me, but for whatever reason, I hesitated just long enough for him to grab me. “I’ve been looking for you for hours! How the hell is it so cold in October?” He said slowly, almost slurring his words.

I grunted a bit and he immediately let go. “Sorry, I forgot about...” he couldn’t seem to think of the right words.

“It’s okay.” I said, finally getting a good at his face. His freckles had faded a bit over the last month. He seemed a lot paler too, almost like he didn’t see the sun in the past month either. But most concerning of all, were his eyes. They seemed so glassy and red, he clearly had been crying.

“Are you okay? Aren’t you supposed to be-“ I grabbed his hand, he was freezing. He was far, far colder than any living thing should be.

“Sorry,” He said again. “I don’t… feel… my head’s going all fuzzy.” He squeezed my hand tighter and put his other hand to his head. “I think… I’m gonna go to sleep.” He looked around like he was waiting for a bed to show up out of nowhere.

“Nonono, no sleep right now Will. Here, come with me.” I said, pulling him towards my cabin. He looked like he was about to fall over, but followed anyway. I just kept thinking: if I can save the world who knows how many times, then I’m not letting this bubbly, ray of ever so determined sunshine get hurt on my watch.

After getting him inside, I did my best to get him to sit on the couch in the main area of the cabin, he kept trying to lie down but I kept sitting him up again and repeating the same jumbled combinations of “sorry”, “please”, and “c’mon, William.”

I dragged the couch closer to the fireplace and silently thanked my dad for making fun of how scrawny I was a few years back. I lit a fire, knowing full well that the fireplace was really only for offerings to Hades, but Dear Old Dad will have to understand just this once.

I ran over to the many unused bunk-beds and grabbed as many blankets as I could hold, bringing them back to the couch to the semi conscious idiot from Texas. He seemed strangely content watching the flames, still shivering every few minutes, which I’m pretty sure I a good sign?

I’m not a healer by any means. My understanding of how to be healthy is pretty baseline; people need food, water, shelter, and sleep to function. But, I can tell when someone is dying. I know when a condition is getting worse. I get this feeling in my gut, and it gets stronger and stronger the worse someone’s condition gets.

Outside, I was sure that was the feeling I was getting. The far off look in his eyes scared me more than anything. But after I drowned him in blankets and he muttered his thanks, a completely different feeling started welling up in my chest. Something was wrong.

He sat up on the couch and started shaking his head. “Sorry, and thank you for all this.” He said, gesturing to the fireplace before leaning closer to it and putting his hand out.

I came closer and sat down next to him, shrugging. “Just don’t scare me like that again.”

He gave a half-hearted laugh and smiled at me. “I promise.”

I met his eyes, still glassy, like any second he could burst into tears. “Are you… okay?” I asked, only for him to look back at his hands before answering with a small, almost embarrassed “Not really.”

I was surprised by the honesty, usually it would take a bit of nagging before he’d admit he was tired, or needed a break from work, or anything along those lines. I had so many questions, like why was he at camp? What happened that has him so upset?

But there was only one question I really needed the answer to:

“Is there anything I can do?”

He looked at me with fresh tears in his eyes, almost unable to speak. He nodded. “Hug?”

Maybe it was the fire, or the blankets, but my heart melted there and then. I put my arms out, and he moved a bunch of blankets out of the way and wrapped his arms around me and buried his head in my shoulder. I felt his tears on my shirt as he shook with silent sobs.

I don’t tend to do well with physical affection. I guess I’ve had far too many encounters with monsters and people where if they managed to touch me I was most likely about to get hurt. Touch was something that made me panic, not a love language, or a gesture of affection. But as terrible as this situation was, this didn’t feel dangerous. It felt safe, and my heart cried out a little, knowing that the last time I genuinely felt safe like this was with Bianca.

I started rubbing circles into his back like Bianca used to do to help me when I was sad. After a few minutes Will stopped crying, and a bit after that he was asleep. He was warm enough at that point; I didn’t have the heart to wake him up.

I slowly and tactfully repositioned myself to be a little more comfortable, and before I knew it, I was fast asleep as well.

I woke up; Will was still soft asleep beside me. Hard not to feel like a bit of a creep as I watched him sleep, it’s just not every day I got to see Will so peaceful. He was always bouncing from one thing to another, sometimes I found it hard to believe he didsleep, and wasn’t some sort of super-human. But there was something so beautiful and calming about seeing him like this.

Unfortunately, good things don’t last forever, and Will started waking up. I probably should’ve moved or something, but he rolled away from me and onto his back before letting out a long sigh and opening his eyes.

He looked over to me. “Hey.” He smiled.

“Hey.” I replied. “Are you feeling any better?”

He sighed again. “Probably? It’s been a rough couple days.” He started sitting up. “Thank you for everything, though. I really appreciate it.”

Sometimes reading social situations is hard. I guess that’s what I get for isolating myself and never talking to people. “Why are you here?” Was the genius sentence my brain decided was the best way to explain my confusion.

Will looked a bit hurt, but explained his part nonetheless. “I looked in the Apollo cabin, but no one was there. I didn’t know where else to go.”

“No, I mean, at camp. Aren’t you supposed to be in Texas with your family?” I asked, making sure my tone was a bit kinder than last time.

“I…” Will looked down at the fireplace. “I’ve decided not to stay with my family this year.”

That didn’t add up. “But you were so excited to see them again, right? You wanted to meet the twins and everything?”

Tears started welling in his eyes again. “I was, and the twins are adorable. But It’s safer for them if I don’t stick around.” His voice cracked halfway through what he said, making my theory that much more convincing.

“Did something happen? Are they okay?”

He swallowed the knot in his throat and spoke as clearly as he could. “It was easier before, it was just my mom and me, and I’m not going to kid myself and say I’m a super powerful demigod who gets chased by all the monsters, but when they did show up, it was easy to protect her, and we’d move, or we’d clean up the mess. We were adaptable. But Todd, -my step dad- he doesn’t get it. And I can’t protect him, my mom, Andy, and Avery all at once. And sure, I can patch them up afterwards, but what good is a healer when there’s an actual fight happening? I love them too much to put them in danger like that.” He explained. It sounded a bit like something he had been repeating to himself in his head, waiting for the opportunity to give it a voice.

“So you… what? Packed your stuff and left?” I asked.

“No! I…” He met my eyes. “Yeah, sounds pretty stupid when you put it like that.”

“How did you even get here? You don’t have your own car yet.”

“I walked a bit of it, hitch-hiked most of it, and took some buses” he said, looking away again. “None of that matters though, as long as they’re safe.”

Without much thinking, I grabbed his hand. I wasn’t sure what to say, or how I could help.

“I’m just… They’re better off without me.” He finished.

“Will…” I waited until he met my eyes again to continue. “I don’t think there’s anyone who would be better off without you.”

He gave a weak smile. “Thanks, but you’re just saying that to make me feel better. I have to face the facts-“

“No.” I interrupted. “I said it because it’s true. I don’t know a single person that would be better off if they didn’t know you. This whole camp would essentially fall apart if anything seriously bad happened while you weren’t in charge of the infirmary. So many people would be dead if not for you, including Annabeth, who I’m sure I don’t need to remind you, is one of the seven from that big prophecy. So you basically saved the whole world with that one. And you’re the best healer we have, so don’t even get me started on that little ‘not saying I’m a super powerful demigod’ crap you said. You’re not just powerful, you’re an invaluable part of everything at camp. You overwork yourself constantly trying to do what’s best for everybody. You’re one of the most amazing people I know, and I will not, no, I can’t listen to you talk down about yourself.”

The panic hit when he stared back at me, eyes wide. “I… that was a lot, sorry. You just shouldn’t… ugh I don’t know. Forget I said anything.”

He squeezed my hand. “Thank you, thank you so much. You have no idea how much I needed to hear something like that.”

I felt my cheeks turn bright red. “I… uh… you’re welcome.”

He hopped up, off the couch. All of his hyper, bubbly personality returning. “Time for breakfast!”

The super-human, always on the go, morning person I had befriended over the summer had returned… just in time to remember how annoying he can be. “It’s only nine o’clock!” I exclaimed, flopping back down onto the couch. “More sleep.”

“No can do, sir. You don’t get to sleep the day away, I’m afraid.” He grabbed the blankets and started walking off to put them away.

Naturally, I jumped up to take them back. “Hey! I was using those.”

He looked back, and with a smug smile dropped the blankets on a nearby chair. “Oh, great! You’re already up!” He walked back over, grabbed my hand, and started pulling me out the door.

He was annoying, sure. But there was no doubt in my mind that he was my best friend. And I would much rather deal with him being a little pushy than ever see him as upset as he was the night before.

The End.

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[theultimateultimateweapon]

Kirby: Meta Knight and the Knight of Hades (Chapter 5)

“Meta Knight is on another rampage!”

“Another one!?”

“Popular restaurants are being destroyed, one after another!”

“Don’t forgive Meta Knight at all! We should be angry!”

Such news ran through the galaxy in a blink of an eye. Captain Vul and the Meta Knights knew the confusion was inevitable. Of course, it was Beryl that was rampaging, but not everyone knew this.

After all, he was wielding the Galaxia pretending to be Meta Knight. He was even running around politely saying, “I’m Meta Knight! Remember it!”

“Damn…! Beryl!”

Captain Vul paced in the lobby and shook.

Javelin Knight said, “He’s going to ruin Meta Knight’s reputation and become the number one swordfighter in the galaxy. He’s doing a pretty good job at it too!”

“I won’t let him do that!” Captain Vul shouted.

“Well, the real Meta Knight will get better… I’m sure… I’m sure…” Captain Vul had a dark look.

Meta Knight was being treated with great care by well-known doctors. However, he still hadn’t regained consciousness. Thanks to the treatment he is stable, but if his condition continues for a long time it won’t matter.

“Yeah… let’s see what Kirby is doing!”

Captain Vul stomped and shouted. “Axe Knight! Contact Kirby!”

He ordered Axe Knight in the communications seat.

Axe Knight sighed. “Are you sure? We can’t do anything with Kirby and the others because we don’t know where the enemy will appear.”

“Yeah… I know! I know…!” He couldn’t help sitting by doing nothing.

Therefore, Captain Vul contacted Kirby and the others many times day and night to complain to them.

Axe Knight turned to the communication equipment.

Meanwhile, Kirby’s team was doing their best.

No matter how desperately they chased Beryl, their opponent was quick to escape. Even if they rushed to the news of Meta Knight’s rampage, he had already escaped. They couldn’t stop it.

What’s more, Kirby and his friends would arrive at the scenes and see restaurants with broken windows and destroyed towns. All they could hear were furious grudges against Meta Knight.

Even if Kirby and his friends told them “It’s a fake that’s rampaging!” no one cared.

People would even shout at them “Aren’t you a member of the Meta Knight!?”

“Sigh… I’m sorry!” Blade Knight kicked the stones at his feet.

King Dedede said with a moody face. “Why do we have to do this, it’s all because of Meta Knight!”

“Hey, shut your mouth!” Sword Knight and Blade Knight roared at King Dedede in unison.

“It’s not Meta Knight’s fault!”

“Yeah, it’s the fake doing these bad things!”

“Tch… I know that…” King Dedede sounded defeated.

Sword Knight’s child-like communication device started ringing.

King Dedede said with a disgusted face, “Well, it’s Captain Vul! Calling to complain all day instead of listening to what we’re going through…!”

It’s as he says, the captain has made millions of small calls throughout the day. Kirby and the others were fed up with it.

Sword Knight had no choice but to respond to the call. “Yes… this is Sword Knight…”

“This is Captain Vul,” came an annoyed voice. “How is the situation? Did you get any clues about Beryl?”

“No, it’s not good. He moves too fast… is there any new information on your end?”

“Umm… no.”

“How is Meta Knight?”

Unfortunately, Captain Vul gave a heavy answer. “He hasn’t woken up yet.”

“...Is that so…”

“The doctors are doing their best. Chase Beryl with all your might! We might catch him soon!”

“Of course.”

Sword Knight cut off communication.

Then…

“He...hello…”

Someone approached Kirby.

It was a little boy. Looking around Kirby and his friends, he spoke in a frightened manner. “You guys are chasing Meta Knight, right?”

“Yeah? What of it?”

When Blade Knight asked, the boy weakly replied.

“My town was attacked by Meta Knight. The flowers I cherished were also trampled…”

Tears came to the boy’s eyes.

“Please don’t give up. Defeat Meta Knight.”

Blade Knight said sullenly, “That’s a misunderstanding. It’s not Meta Knight who is rampaging. It’s a fake disguised as Meta Knight!”

“...Eh? But he was calling himself Meta Knight…?”

“It’s a lie. It’s a bad guy who’s disguised as Meta Knight, his real name is Beryl.”

“Is that so? I’m not sure… this…” The boy presented a piece of paper. “The man who attacked our town, dropped this paper.”

“What!?”

“I thought it might be a clue…”

“Show me!”

Blade Knight tried to grab the paper, but King Dedede snatched it from the side.

Immediately, King Dedede’s complexion changed. “This is…!”

“What’s on there!?”

“It’s a list of towns.” King Dedede showed the paper to everyone.

On the paper, the names of the towns that Beryl had attacked so far were written in order.

Sword Knight said, “This is… no way, Beryl’s plan…!?”

“Uhuh!” King Dedede snorted and nodded.

Blade Knight shouted with excitement. “In other words, we know the next town that he will attack!”

“Yes. At the end of the memo is ‘Planet Charm - Ancient Temple’!”

“He’s gonna attack that next!” Kirby jumped and shouted. “Let’s go! Let’s defeat Beryl!”

The boy who brought the note was relieved. “Good! Now you can get rid of Meta Knight.”

Sword Knight and Blade Knight screamed in anger. “Not Meta Knight!” “It’s a fake!”

“I-i’m sorry! Anyways, please defeat the bad guy, please!” The boy bowed down.

Waddle Dee called to the boy but he started to run. “Oh, wait. That…” However, he ran off without turning around.

Waddle Dee tried to chase after him, but the boy disappeared in the blink of an eye.

“I know… that kid… somehow…” Waddle Dee thought.

Regardless of what Waddle Dee thought, Kirby and the others knew what they had to do next.

Sword Knight shouted in a brave voice, “We’ve done it! This time we can get him!”

King Dedede nodded. “Uh, hurry up! Planet Charm!”

“Oh yeah, I have to tell Captain Vul.”

While Sword Knight was speaking to the communication device, Waddle Dee spoke up to King Dedede.

“Great King, I’m worried about something.”

“Oh? What?”

“That memo… is it real?” Waddle Dee looked worried.

“What?” King Dedede was stubborn.

“I think it’s suspicious.” Waddle Dee opened his arms and shouted. “Beryl is a very cautious and evil guy. How could he accidentally drop a note?”

“Mmm…? What do you mean?”

“The boy may have been Beryl in disguise.”

“...What!?” King Dedede was stunned.

Kirby, who was listening on the side, was surprised and shouted. “No way! He was a kind boy. He was totally different from Beryl!”

“It sure seemed so!” King Dedede laughed away. “No way, Waddle Dee. No matter how much, Beryl can’t turn into such a weak child!”

“Beryl is a master of disguise.” Waddle Dee became more and more anxious. “He can change his appearance and voice as he likes. If he can disguise himself as Meta Knight or Captain Vul, it must be easy to masquerade as a young boy.”

“Um… um… if you ask me…”

King Dedede thought with his arms folded.

Waddle Dee continued.

“And it’s weird that the last place written is an ancient temple, even though Beryl has only hit populated towns so far.”

“Yes, that’s right. There’s no reason to attack an unpopulated place like an ancient temple…” King Dedede nodded loudly. “That’s a good point, Waddle Dee. Now that I think of it, the speed of that escape was similar to Beryl’s. He could have disguised himself as a boy and handed us this memo to lure us in. That creep!”

At that time, Sword Knight finished his call.

“I told Captain Vul what was happening. The battleship Halberd is urgently heading to planet Charm.”

“Don’t go to Charm.” King Dedede told him what Waddle Dee had noticed.

“I see… I see.” Sword Knight heard the whole story and nodded. “Beryl tried to lure us out with that memo.”

Blade Knight also spoke up. “In other words, the ancient temple must have a trap like that pit. In that case, we should avoid it!”

“I have to tell Captain Vul. The trip to Charm must be cancelled.” Sword Knight got out his communication device.

However, Kirby shouted. “Yeah! Let’s go to planet Charm!”

“Kirby?” Blade Knight said, amazed. “Did you not hear the story? This is a trap.”

“I know, but if Beryl will be there, then we have to go.” Kirby’s eyes gleamed with power. “We’re chasing after Beryl. We finally have a clue, but if we don’t go after him, then we’ll be back to square one!”

King Dedede looked at the others.

Sword Knight pondered, and Blade Knight roamed around.

Usually, they agree to go with Kirby without hesitation. However, they’ve seen the horrors of Beryl’s traps. The last trap left Meta Knight wandering between the border of life and death. It’s too dangerous to walk right into a place they knew would be trapped…

It was King Dedede who opened his mouth first. “...Hmm. I know the situation is rough, but it’s exactly as Kirby says.”

Sword Knight and Blade Knight raised their faces.

King Dedede laughed bluntly and raised his fist. “Whether it’s a trap or whatever, we can’t afford to miss the chance! Let’s go to the planet Charm!”

Sword Knight and Blade Knight hesitated and nodded.

“...Oh, oh. Alright then.”

“We have to catch him as soon as possible.”

“Let’s go, and of course, be careful of his traps.”

Sword Knight and Blade Knight, as if they had decided together, put their hands on the handles of their swords and squeezed them tightly.

It was Kirby who blew away the heavy air. “Then, let’s go let’s go~! Before that, I want a snack!”

“A, a snack?”

Both knights looked at him as if he was crazy.

“Hey, Kirby!”

“Don’t play around!”

“Play? What are you talking about!” Kirby replied with a serious look. “We’re going to beat Beryl! We’ll be in trouble if we go on an empty stomach!”

“I’m telling you, you guys!”

“Be serious!”

“I am serious!” Kirby looked up at the sky and shouted. “Seriously, we’ll need some snacks! Cookies, chocolate, candy! If we only have sweets we’ll get bored, so rice crackers and popcorn too!”

“Not so fast, Kirby!” King Dedede slammed Kirby with a harsh voice. 

Waddle Dee looked up at him with respect.

The great king turned around and said, “You really think that’ll feed you? If you’re like me you’ll need a huge shortcake and 100 large rice cakes!”

“...Your majesty…” Waddle Dee gave us his respect and dropped his face.

Kirby’s eyes shined. “Yes! Then, 100 meat buns and 100 steamed buns!”

“We’ll also need a drink. Maybe strawberry juice, cream soda…”

“And apple juice and orange juice! And coffee, milk, cocoa, and…!”

If they kept going, it seemed like they would go on forever.

“Okay, okay. You can buy as many snacks as you want. We need to go!”

(Chapter 4 - Table of Contents - Chapter 6)

#kirby novels #kirby of the stars #kirby light novel #translation #kirby light novel translations #kirby #king dedede #waddle dee #blade knight #sword knight #Kirby: Meta Knight and the Knight of Hades #its not a kirby book unless he has an eating competition with the king...

[riven-hook]

Fire On Fire - Harry Hookxfem!

Love can be scary. I mean really scary, especially when the person you love the most is in consistent pain and dreaded thoughts cross through your mind. Well, that has happened to me before, but I am lucky enough to have the love of my life with me forever and always.

_

"Just don't set the castle on fire" I joked as I allowed Jay and Carlos to make a snack in kitchen. I walked out the door only to be greeted by the one and only Harry Hook. Nobody knows, but I have had a crush on this guy for as long as I could remember. We grew up on the isle together, my father, Hades, was never around or at least there for me so I spent most of my time on the pirate ship. I met Harry on the ship when I was about 4 years old and we have been best friends ever since, only 13 years later and into our ongoing friendship I've wanted to be a lot more than friends.

"Hey lass" Harry said, as he moved a piece of hair out of my face with his hook. "You look nice" he said with a wink. Harry and I always flirted, but never took it any further. I knew that he only saw me as his best friend and nothing more than that. I just wish I had some of that love spell, Mal had for Ben. Wait no, Y/n bad! You are not going to put Harry under a love.

The idea had crossed my mind a few times, but then the feeling of guilt always came over it. I couldn't do that to Harry. "Thanks" I said, smiling at him. "What are Jay and Carlos doing?" He asked, peeking in through the door. "Making a snack" I laughed as I watched Carlos, juggling with 3 glasses. We stood there for a few minutes just watching them trying to figure out the oven.

"You know, they'll probably figure it out, let's go and get some lunch" he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me away from the door. We walked towards the cafeteria and saw Uma, Gil, Evie and Mal all sitting together at a table. We immediately walked up to them as Harry stole an apple of off someone else's plate. I gave him a frustrated look and he just sighed. "Hey, I'm still a villain" he said, shrugging and biting into the apple as we sat down next to our friends.

"Hey!" Evie said, as I sat down next to her. "Hi" I said as she pulled me in for a hug. We talked about random things with everyone until we were all caught up with what had happened since the last time we saw each other. Which I have to admit was 2 hours ago, but hey! We love out friends. Most of it was Harry and I flirting though. "Are you burning up?" Harry asked, with a concerned look on his face. "Now why?" I said, immediately putting my hand against my forehead to feel my temperature. "Because you look really hot" he said, smirking at me before winking.

I rolled my eyes and smiled to myself. If only he could say that as my boyfriend. "You two might as well date" Uma said, giving us both looks. "No way, she's my best friend" Harry said, frowning at Uma. I knew that he was going to say something like that but it really hurt when he did. I knew he only saw me as his best friend possibly even his sister but I just felt something inside of me crumble away when he said those words. I smiled and tried to hide how hurt I was. "Yeah, that would be weird" I quickly said.

Harry's POV

"Yeah, that would be weird" Y/n said quickly. As she said those words, I felt my heart shatter. How could I be so dumb? Obviously she only thought of me as her best friend and nothing more. Ugh! Why did I let my hopes get so high? I just wish she knew the way I felt about her without having to ruin our friendship. If I told her how I felt she would probably leave and go and find herself a Prince because that's was she deserves. Not some pirate who doesn't even know how to tell the time. (I got this from Descendants 2 when Harry puts the watch in Ben's face and says the wrong time)

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick" Y/n said, getting up out of her seat and walking out of the cafeteria. I nodded to her before she left and brushed my hand through my hair, thinking about what had just happened. Just then my thoughts were interrupted by the fire bell going off. We all looked at each other in shock as the fire bell had never gone off before it must have been really bad. "Everyone please leave the building now!" Fairy Godmother said through the intercom.

We were quickly evacuated by some school staff and out to the front of the school. The fire was bad and half of the school was already destroyed. We quickly walked over to a tree to make sure we were all here. "Gil, Harry, Mal, Uma, Jay, Carlos.." Evie said, pointing to each of us. "Where's Y/n?!" She quickly asked, scared. "WHERE'S Y/N?!" I yelled angrily as I started panicking. "She must still be inside!" Carlos said, worried. We all ran to the front of the building, next to the steps to see if there was any sign of Y/n.

We saw nothing, only smoke and flames as they burnt through the school. I looked around desperately, trying to see if she was with somebody else, but I couldn't see her. I looked at Uma with tears in my eyes and then at the school. She gave me a look and tilted her head. "Harry.. your not thinking what I think your thinking" she said, her eyes widening with fear. I stared at her for a minute before looking back at the school. I ripped of my red coat and hook and handed them both to Uma as I began running up the steps.

I immediately started running towards the burning building, and ran in through the "doors" coughing through the smoke. "HARRY!" I heard Uma and Gil shout and I heard my other friends screaming my name as well but I didn't listen to any of them. I had to find her

Y/n's POV

The room was filled with smoke as I was cornered in the room. I tried to cover up my mouth to prevent myself from coughing but it was no use. I turned around to see of there was way out and there was an open window. Perfect! I managed to climb out and get out safely before running to the front of the school. I saw Uma, Gil, Mal, Evie, Carlos and Jay but no Harry standing at the front with panicked looks on there faces.

"Guys!" I called out, running towards them. They all turned around and looked at me in shock. "Y/n!" The called rushing towards me. "Where's Harry?!" I asked, starting to panic. "He ran in to save you!" Uma yelled, a panicked look across her face. My eyes widened with fear as I looked at the school, desperately looking for him.

Harry's POV

"Y/N!" I yelled, coughing through the smoke and flames. I continued to call her name as I ran through multiple classrooms. I began to hyperventilate. My breathing became heavier as I inhaled more smoke into my lungs. Before I knew it, I felt my legs collapse beneath me and everything went black.

Y/n's POV

Tears streamed down my face as I cuddled up to Uma, she and Gil were also crying as there was no sign of their best friend. The fire station had eventually got here and put out the worst of the fire, 3 of them looking for Harry. "FOUND HIM!" One called. I immediately rushed to the front of the crowd, the rest of my friends not far behind me as I broke down in tears at Harry being carried by one of the men.

His clothes were ripped with black soot, smudged across him. He had blood dripping from every inch of his body and bruises on his face and arms. "Harry!" I yelled, sitting at his side. "Is he going to be okay?" I asked them, holding Harry's hand tightly. "As long as we get him to hospital straight away, he should be" the fireman said, giving me a warm smile.

1 week later

I hadn't left his side, Uma and Gil had been with me all day to make sure he was okay but we're told to leave. I however, begged them for me to stay, being daughter of Hades, I guess people still did fear me. I dipped my hand to my tear stained face and my grip on Harry's hand tightened. I wasn't letting ago until I was sure he was okay.

Just as a tear rolled down my cheek, I felt his thumb move over my hand. I immediately jolted up right and looked at him, hopefully. His eyes began to flutter open and he smiled at me. "Yer okay?" He said. "I'm okay? YOUR FUCKING ALIVE!" I yelled, launching my body onto him, hugging him tightly. "Don't ever do that to me again" I said, into his hair. "I won't" he said, calmly before I broke away and looked him in the eye. Without hesitation I pressed my lips against his in a kiss full of pure love. Damn I was so in love with this boy!

#harryhook prompts #harry hook #descendants #harry hook imagines #harry hook x reader #uma descendants #fanfiction #imagines

[koutarousangel]

━ burn this world / ushijima wakatoshi.

prompt : he was harsh to the world, but when you held his face in your hands, he softened.

genre : fluff, angst

word count : 3.2K

warning(s) : mafia theme, mentions of harassment, violence, mentions of guns

song recs : persephone ━ tamino, nfwmb ━ hozier, follow you ━ bring me the horizon, 

author’s note : this took so long to release because i just couldn’t get the right flow going, but once i finally did, it turned into a ‘mickey shut the hell up challenge’ but i just love the image of persephone and hades so much i could rave on and on and on about them.

EPISODE TWO ━ hades.

the first time he stepped into the flower shop was for something innocent.

his mother’s birthday was that day and he didn’t know what to get her, so as soon as he saw your flower shop, he made no mind of it and set foot inside. the tall man looked lost, dark clothing sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the myriad of colours the flowers offered. it almost looked endearing how out of his element he looked.

despite the fluttering in your chest, you’d stepped forward and offered your help, asking him his mother’s favourite colour while sneaking glances at the rings decorating his fingers and the tattoo peaking at the edge of his shirt’s collar.

in the end, he decided to go with a white and lavender bouquet, consisting of tulips, carnations and roses. the man stood and watched as you delicately cleaned the flowers and brought them together, putting the utmost care into handling the flowers. he could see the passion seeping through your fingertips and the adoration in your eyes as you spoke about the different meanings the flowers had.

it was at that moment that he realised that he needed to know your name, and as you said it out loud to him with a shy smile on your face, he offered his in return.

“ushijima wakatoshi.”

as his name easily rolled off your tongue after you’d repeated it, it set his chest aflutter and he promised himself that he would see you again.

the second time he stepped into the flower shop, he swore was pure coincidence.

your eyes brightened as you heard the bell above the door ring, glancing over at the door and nearly melting at the sight of the mysterious, tall man once again. you nearly stumbled over a box of ribbons to watch him as he cautiously walked inside the shop, visible hesitation dancing on his face as he tried to figure out what he was going to look at to seem inconspicuous.

he looked incredibly calm as he carefully thumbed at the delicate petal of a white lily, brown eyes trailing along the different flowers, before he sneaked a quick glance at you. coincidentally, your eyes met because you were sneaking glances too.

you picked up a box and stepped out around the counter, going to the row of shelves parallel to where he was standing. due to his stature, you were still able to see his head and face, and how a slight smile rested on his lips.

“what brings you back?” you questioned nonchalantly, keeping your hands busy as you continued to glance up at ushijima trying to understand if he needed another flower arrangement or if he had an ulterior motive.

he took his time to formulate his answer, because how was he going to explain to you that he’d purposefully made sure that his lackeys were busy and wouldn’t bother him with talks of the next shipment or about a payment, just because he wanted to visit your flower shop, because he loved the way your eyes sparkled as you spoke about the flowers, or how you said that every human was blessed to be living among such beauty as you gazed down at one of the tulips, sharing the sentiment but only thinking about you as the subject of said beauty.

it was a breath of fresh air, an outlook filled with bright, beautiful life, contrasting the dark, bloody life he’d chosen to lead.

“i was passing by,” deep voice admitted, causing you to raise your eyebrow in scrutiny, because that was the oldest excuse in the book, “and i wanted to tell you that my mother loved the flowers,” it was a sight to behold, this man, dark and brooding, adorned in a black coat with golden accents on the shoulders, practically blushing.

you grinned and nodded your head proudly, “i’m glad she did, and i hope she had a nice birthday,” continuing to walk , you realised that he was walking along with you, your bodies separated by the shelves. the two of you continued to make idle conversation, and you were glad that it was a slow day, because his voice was calming, strong. the giddiness in your chest was something akin to a schoolgirl’s as she talks to her crush after school.

“i like your ring,” the comment was innocent, but it still caused heat to rush to your cheeks as soon as you realised the thought had come out of your lips, and you were quick to take his hand into your now empty ones, avoiding his eyes as you ran your thumb over the skull ring you’d caught sight of the other day.

ushijima chuckled, deep rumble in his chest causing you to glance up only to see a soft look on his face as he looked down at you. 

but at the back of his mind, a small voice was telling him over and over how innocent you seemed, how he shouldn’t involve himself further into your life, how the ring you were ghosting your fingers over had been used to bash in the face of people who had attempted to wrong him, just so that it would be more painful.

and for the first time, ushijima wakatoshi, the most feared man in what was called the underworld, allowed his heart to silence his brain and softly smiled down at you, allowing you to hold his hand as he nodded once, “thank you … it was my father’s.”

that was the first time in a long while that he’d spoken about his father, and he startled himself as the words came out so easily, but there was just something about you that made the high walls he’d spent many years building just crumble.

the third time he stepped into the flower shop, was with a purpose.

at that point, it was pathetic.

a week had passed since your last encounter with wakatoshi, and it was almost as if your days felt empty, filled with silent hope that he’d walk through the shop doorway again. every time the bell above the door rang, your head whipped around fast, hope dissipating from your chest as someone that wasn’t him accompanied you in the store.

maybe fate only wanted you to cross paths twice, and then never again, but fate had always been a tricky mistress.

you were busy fixing things behind the shop counter, kneeling on the floor as you made sure that everything was orderly, when the taunting sound of the bell was heard again, causing you to sigh softly, “i’ll be with you in a second.”

“please, take your time.”

the deep voice caused your head to reel back, painfully knocking into the shelving on your way up, causing you to cry out softly and fall back into a seated position on the ground.

wakatoshi appeared in front of you, ignoring the ‘employees only’ sign as he knelt in front of you, large hand coming to the side of your face and gently placing it there, “careful,” he mumbled, cautiously turning your head and inspecting the place you’d hit, “are you okay?”

embarrassment spread through your whole body as you sat there, face cradled in his hand as you looked up at him, head throbbing and tears stinging the corners of your eyes, but you nodded anyway, “that happens way more than i’d like to admit,” you admitted with a small chuckle, missing his hand on your face as he moved it in front of you, offering it to you to help you stand up.

“i’m sorry for startling you, it wasn’t my intention,” the look on his face was truly apologetic, a look that never really crossed his face in his line of work, but he never wanted to see you hurt even if it was a silly accident such as this one.

you waved him off, a small grin coming to your face as your heart fluttered, finally happy that the subject of your yearning was finally in front of you, and the situation had caused your hand to be sitting in his once more, and neither of you made any motion to pull away, “then what was your intention?” your voice was soft, tentative, not sure if you wanted to know why he was back.

that seemed to pull him out of the slight trance and he took his hand away, causing your eyes to sadden slightly, but you were quick to cover it up, head tilting softly as he held open his coat and reached into the inside pocket, pulling out a box and holding it out to you, clearing his throat, “i saw this and it reminded me of you … i hope it’s not too forward.”

your eyebrows pinched together as you took the box, opening it and gasping softly at the contents. a rose gold skull ring, quite similar to the one that he always wore on his pointer finger, only daintier, with small diamonds in the skull’s eyes.

“ushijima i can’t accept this,” your words were quiet, so much so that your voice cracked softly as you tried to make yourself louder, shaking your head softly.

the pride he was holding in his chest was quickly snuffed out. hadn’t you said that you liked his ring, while holding his hand and making his heart beat quicker than anyone or anything had before? had he been incorrect at the amount of times he’d seen you get flustered during your two encounters, or how he’d caught you looking over at him multiple times.

his mouth fell open momentarily, embarrassment trickling down his body like a cold shower, as he reached out to take the box back, “i apologise for making you uncomfortable, i didn’t mean-”

“i can’t accept this,” the box snapped shut and you held it against your chest, unwilling to part with the gift, “not before you take me out on a proper date … one where preferably i’m not wearing a green apron,” a cheeky smile crossed your face as you saw relief cross the man’s face.

a small, nervous chuckle fell past his lips as he nodded his head, “how’s 8PM tomorrow sound?”

the fourth time he stepped into the flower shop, you were in his arms, tears staining your cheeks and his coat around your shoulders.

it was a mundane task that you’d set for yourself, go to the convenience store and pick up some milk because the day at the flower shop was so busy that it hadn’t allowed you to go out at any point. 

no one expects to be backed into a dark alley by two men. 

you felt more than helpless, especially since you didn’t have anything to defend yourself with but the milk in your hands and your keys, which could’ve been turned into a makeshift weapon, but amidst the panic that’d settled in your chest, it slipped past your mind. 

 a choked sob slipped past your lips as you turned your head away from them, trying to kick out your leg to ward them off to no avail. you wondered if the skull ring adorning your middle finger would make a difference if you tried throwing a punch in an attempt to protect yourself, because you were sure that yelling out wouldn’t work, because people never liked to get involved in these sorts of situations, scared that they would end up on the receiving side.

but their hands barely grazed the sides of your body before a booming voice made them jump away from you, “shit ushijima, run!” one tried to tell the other, but the man in question gripped them by the backs of their shirt, shoving one of them towards the dumpster, a sickening clang reverberating through the alleyway as his head made contact with the metal.

you slipped down the wall, sitting yourself on the dirty ground as you grasped at the top of your head, trying to drown out the sounds of skin against skin as your saviour battered one of the men who’d even dared to lay their hands on you.

the sounds of your whimpers caused ushijima to stop his attack, low growl emitting from his mouth as he shoved the man away, and made his way to you, slipping his coat off and wrapping it around your shoulders tenderly, pulling you to your feet with caution. his heart broke as you refused to move, body shaking against his own. with ease, he lifted you off your feet, allowing you to cry into his chest as he cradled you in his arms and began to walk towards the shop, remembering that you’d said that your apartment was above it.

after setting you down on your bed and covering you with your blanket, he pressed a small kiss to your forehead, turning to leave even though he didn’t want to. in a silent promise, he swore that you wouldn’t ever get hurt, especially as he heard your voice silently plead, “stay.”

the fifth time he stepped into the flower shop, he collapsed in the entryway among the roses.

the rapid knocks on the flower shop door only made you think of someone who’d forgotten something significant in their relationship, desperate to mend it through a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates, despite the very clear ‘closed’ sign.

“i’m sorry you forgot your anniversary but i can’t stay open all throughout the night-” but your words were cut short as you saw ushijima’s towering frame leaning against the entryway, hand pressed to his side, pain evident on his face. you fumbled with the keys as you opened the door and let him inside, hand ghosting over his shoulder as you guided him, and as you were locking the door once again, a loud crash signified the fall of the strong man, staining the white roses red in the attempt to steady himself.

you were quick to be by his side, ducking your hand underneath his arm and using all of your strength to stand up, allowing him to use you as a crutch as you lead him to the backroom that lead up to your apartment.

more knocking on the door caused you to groan, setting the man down on the stairs and placing your hand on his face, worry painted across your face as his tired eyes looked up at you, silently telling you not to go answer the door but you were sure that they would bust down the door if you didn’t do something.

seeing as your apron and clothes had been stained with his blood, you were quick to slip off the apron and grab your jacket off the coat rack, slipping it on and tugging your hair up into a messy bun, making it seem like you’d just come out of the confines of your home.

you put a confused expression on your face as you went to the door again, opening it harshly as you look up at the men, courage sitting in your heart, wanting nothing more than to protect the man who was inside, “it’s late, i hope the attempt to bust down my door isn’t for some stupid reason,” the voice of a pissed off woman caused the men to reel back, “well, what do you want?”

“did you see a man-”

“i was upstairs, sitting comfortably on my couch eating ice-cream on a saturday evening, do you think i’ve seen a man recently?” discomfort crossed the mens’ faces as they apologised and backed away from you and the store, allowing you to close the door and frantically lock it again, rushing back to the man bleeding out on your stairs.

in some episode of strength, you’d managed to lead him up to the apartment, setting him down on the couch, embarrassment flying out of the window as you cut through his shirt and tended to the wound on his side, slightly thanking your mother for nagging you take that first aid course at the beginning of the year, in case of emergencies … maybe not quite like this.

you stopped the bleeding and wrapped the wound up securely, gently pushing him back onto the couch to allow him to rest and recover, taking a seat on the ground next to him with a washcloth in hand, swiping away at the dried blood on different parts of his body, unable to sleep as the thought of ‘what if he doesn’t wake up’ rushed through your head. at one point you’d found yourself crying, swiping at your face with the back of your hand frustratedly.

“i don’t like seeing you cry,” his gruff voice was heard from in front of you, making you sigh out in relief and bow your head forward, shoulders shaking as sobs wracked your body, “i’m okay.”

you nodded and sniffled softly as you lifted your head and looked at him, smiling sadly as he placed his hand against your face, swiping away the tears and causing your eyes to flutter shut for a second.

“you owe me an explanation,” your voice was small, tired … practically pleading.

ushijima’s face contorted with worry as he gave his head a slight shake, before shaking it more defiantly, “you’ll leave if i do explain … everyone leaves when they find out,” and he wasn’t ready to lose you, even though he knew that you deserved the truth.

you brought your hand up to press against his own, “but what if i don’t leave?”

and the first time you stepped into his office, a picture was painted so vividly in front of you.

he’d asked you to drop by before your date, apologising multiple times that he wasn’t able to pick you up at the flower shop, even though you assured him that it was fine, that you were a big girl able to handle yourself, especially since he’d gotten you to carry a small switchblade and pepper spray in the event that something did happen and since you know that the people who called him boss were always keeping an eye on you when he couldn’t.

you had never felt safer, even though the man you stood by was feared by and targeted by so many people.

as you stood in the doorway, you saw him sitting at his desk, chin rested on his fists as he sat in silence, black button up shirt straining against his strong shoulders, and the skull ring resting on his pointer finger, as it usually did.

a painting of hades, the ruler of the underworld was clear as day, two men sitting in front of him pleading for a lesser punishment for disobeying rules and regulations, hoping that they wouldn’t be sent to the depths of the underworld where no one wanted to go and when you slipped into the office after he’d dismissed them and went to stand beside him, setting down the bouquet of white lilies you’d brought as a gift, you were the his perfect persephone.  

as he looked at you, he swore he could let the world burn, but he wouldn’t ever let a flame touch you.

#hqradiostation #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu au #the red string : episodes

[pomegranates-and-blood]

νοσταλγία (Chapter 40)

νοσταλγία Masterlist

Pairing: Ivar/Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: The usual, alcohol abuse (sort of)

A/N: Second part of today’s update! It was originally just one chapter, but it fit to put them apart.

You can find the other part of today’s update, Chapter 39, right here

When you go into the main hall later that night, a call of your name in a voice you know by heart diverts your attention from anything else.

You answer Ivar’s call and stand next to him, nodding distractedly at the thrall that offers you wine. She scurries off to fetch you some, and a memory you long since believed lost comes to the front of your mind.

“Drink,” Sieghild tells you, offering you a cup. You take it between shaking fingers, and the shieldmaiden looks back ahead, in the direction of the grave. “That is how we mourn. We drink.”

You cannot keep the snide tone from your voice as you sit next to her, “Ah, you Vikings and your celebration of death.”

“You worship the Gods of the Underworld, little one,” She states without missing a beat, lifting the goblet of wine to her lips. She looks at you out of the corner of her eye, a silent command you do the same. You sip from the sweet drink, but your throat still feels tight, and your hands still shake. Sieghild clears her throat, “We rejoice when someone sups in Valhalla even if that means they aren’t with us, true. But we are people just like yours, little one, we all suffer at the loss of someone we love,” She takes another sip of the wine, green eyes stuck on the hill that now bears the grave of a mother and her child. “Drinking the way we do for those who are gone from our side, it isn’t as a celebration, it is coated in despair, in pain, as much as your own rituals. We drink because we want to…to be…”

“Numb?”

Your mother chuckles, “Maybe, but we are too proud to call it that.”

Still, you don’t feel like mourning, you don’t feel like this is grief. It feels like death, like a descent, like rebirth; but to you none of that means grief.

Ivar distracts you from your morose thoughts with hands on your hips. He looks up at you with a smile that is a tad more vibrant than usual.

“Tell Ubbe about the…the…” His brows furrow in a gesture you cannot help but find utterly adorable. “C-Chi-la…”

Ivar’s eyes search your as if you are supposed to know what he is trying to say.

Your eyes narrow, but you think you know what he means, and try, “Chiliarchiai?”

Ivar nods, smiling up at you as his hand on your waist moves further down and back, almost groping your ass before you stop him with your hand over his and a silent glare of reprimand that he only grins at.

“Tell him about them.” He insists, a liveliness in his voice you heard only scarce times before. Ivar motions with his head towards his brother, making your eyes slowly leave him to focus on Ubbe.

The eldest prince already has eyes on the both of you, and when you look at him, he lingers on looking between you and his brother before giving you his attention, leaning back on his seat.

Taking a seat next to Ivar and hoping you are subtle in the way you press close to him to dispel the cold, you start explaining, gesturing with your hands as you point out the different parts of the Byzantine army, and how they fight back in the Mediterranean.

Ubbe’s eyes stay on yours, and he leans his weight forward, blue eyes piercing as he tries taking in what you are saying. Eventually, he clears his throat to stop you.

“You are using a lot of words, and I don’t know the meaning to most of them.” Ubbe interrupts, a slight apology behind his tone. You nod, eyes searching the nothing ahead as you try putting a definition behind the words in your own tongue.

“The Skoutatoi are…warriors.”

“They all are, love.” Ivar interrupts, a mocking smile that he hides behind the rim of his cup when you turn to glare at him.

Ignoring his words, you explain further, “They carry shields and use either spears or longswords.”

Ubbe lifts a hand to point at you, as if to indicate he’s figured something out.

“Yes, we saw them. You formed a shield wall with warriors with spears in Dublin.”

“Yes, that was a phalanx, but we could never be as efficient as the Byzantines. For the Empire’s armies it is easy to lead and to hold on to plans, but for us…if we didn’t have Narses it wasn’t so easy to hold formations.”

“The commander?” You nod your head, wondering when you stopped feeling the weight of grief and guilt when thinking or talking about him. “They all fight like him in your homeland?”

You chuckle with a shake of your head, noting the awe and wonder in Ubbe’s tone, “No, he is-…he was one of the best.”

“Was he famous?”

“Something like that. It is said he was a descendant of Theseus, one of the greatest heroes in our history.”

“That’s the bride stealer, is it not?” Hvitserk questions, to which you frown. He makes a vague gesture with his hand, and insists, “You told me about him, he stole from one of your Gods.”

“He didn’t steal, he tried to,” You correct, your chest oddly warm at the fact that he remembers. “He tried stealing Lord Hades’ wife, and thus was punished. But no man, not even Theseus, could steal from a God, least of all the King of the Underworld.”

Shortly after the conversation goes on to other topics, topics that do not feel any less yours than those of your Gods and heroes, even if these are of the realms neighboring Kattegat or their plans across the sea.

And as he talks and argues with his brothers, you take to watching the man you married.

He always was an expressive man. With his hands, with his gestures, with his voice. When you first met you were endlessly enthralled by the movements of his hands and the tells of the furrow of his brow or the narrowing of his eyes; and in the months that came after you learned to listen for the cues in the cadence of his voice that gave as much away as his gestures did.

But when Ivar…overindulges, it is much more apparent, and you find yourself unable to look away. His hands gesture much more wildly, every inch of his face gives away more emotion and more expression, and even his voice is much livelier.

And, more than anything, you notice the way he touches you isn’t so laced by the need to show or display something, by the intent to keep up a façade or an act. Instead, it feels much softer, much more honest, much more him; the way he lays a hand on your leg -though you find yourself having to lay yours over it to stop him from trailing too high up-, the way he grasps your hand and plays with your fingers, the way when he talks to you he leans closer than he needs to -and maybe trails his cold nose up the side of your neck, chuckling devilishly when he makes you shiver-.

The night goes on, and you cling to each of these new discoveries you make, to each of these little figments you are allowed to be a witness to.

Later, in the relative privacy you can earn as Hvitserk dozes off against Thora’s shoulder and Ubbe watches raptly as two men partake in that strange game you never had the chance to ask about, where they each have a rope around their heads and tug; Ivar demands your attention with a press of his lips on the fingers of the hand he holds in his.

When you turn to him, his serious expression startles you a bit.

“The Greeks, you said they came here. Why?”

“I don’t know,” You tell him, and at the instinctual way he tenses up, as if ready to accuse you of something he knows you won’t do, you look into his eyes and offer a low murmur of, “I don’t lie to you, Ivar.”

His eyes search yours, earning a defeated edge you thought the drinks had successfully chased away.

“I-…a smart thing to do would be to kill them.”

Your heart feels struck by a pang of cold, and you shake your head, “You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” He doesn’t hesitate to say, “What if they come back here? What if they call for you again?”

“They have called for me, and I am still here.”

“Because Stithulf is alive.”

“No, bec-…” You start, but Ivar interrupts you, stealing your breath with simple words.

“I let him go.”

And gone is cruelty, gone is the mask. And gone is your softness, gone is the resolve.

You can only look back at him with wide eyes, feeling your breath quicken because there’s a part of you desperate to understand why you are, while surprised, not bothered by the revelation.

Relief and guilt clog your throat, and makes your next words a gasp.

“You what?”

“We captured him. And I let him go.” He explains, as if this is what you were asking for.

“W-Why?”

The smile he offers is a little bit mad, a little bit broken, a little bit helpless.

It’s looking back at the manic resolve in the blue eyes of the man that told you the reward for a lifetime of pain was you, it’s looking back at the defeated slump of his shoulders as he replied ‘Who could?’ when you asked him if he believed you couldn’t love him, it’s looking back at the lost and stunned look in his face as you told him the Greeks were alive.

“Why did you stay?” Ivar asks back, an answer in itself.

You want to step back, you want to accuse him of trying to rob you of your choice, but…you had the chance to make your choice, and you made it. Stithulf’s survival didn’t matter, Ivar letting him go doesn’t matter.

It irks you, and he will definitely hear your thoughts on him trying to cheat his way out of the deal you made, when his eyes are less glossy and your chest less tight with the weight of the choice you made.

First you will tell him of your choice, you know you have to.

But for now, with the taste of mead still heavy on his lips and the feel of guilt still heavy on your heart, you will offer the truths that you can.

“I stayed because I love you,” You tell him, “You said it yourself, Ivar, Stithulf-…it was never the deal we made.”

He searches your gaze, giving away more clearly than he usually does how unmoored he is by your reaction, whether because he expected anger or because of your words, you don’t know.

Still a little lost, he mumbles, “I know.”

____

Later that night, alone in the room you share and ready to sleep off the day that has at the same time been familiar and completely new, you walk up to Ivar where he sits on your bed and after he undoes the laces of your dress work the jacket off his shoulders.

“Did you know my whole family is descended from the All-Father?” He asks you, and you only answer with a thoughtful sound as you then focus on the brace of his broken leg, choosing to take it off yourself, certain you’ll be at least partially more careful than him. Ivar continues, “That’s not just my brothers, that’s me too. I am a descendant of Odin.”

You have no idea what brought this on, and so you only offer a noncommittal answer, not really sure about what to say. You don’t doubt it, your mother always spoke of both Ragnar Lothbrok and the Princess that was a daughter to heroes; spoke of them in such manner, as did the travelers that could recount what was happening in Scandinavia, that you don’t doubt they were something more than just humans.

“That’s better than Theseus.” He comments petulantly, and you cannot help but smile.

“It is,” You confirm, when you move back up to be face to face with him not being able to stop yourself from stealing a kiss. It was intended to be soft, but there’s a biting edge to the way you press your lips to his that surprises you. Voice low, you promise, “Even if it weren’t, you are countless times the man Narses ever was.”

“Hm, am I?”

He is blatantly asking for praise, and if you’re honest with yourself you don’t have the slightest problem indulging him.

“No one compares to you in my eyes, you know that. Do you believe I would have let any other man get away with what you have?”

“Get away? Y-…”

You tug lightly on his hair to silence him, and Ivar complies with a breathed laugh.

“I’m not done,” You chastise, before your voice earns a softer tone as you search his gaze, “You are unlike anyone I ever met, you-…Sometimes I wonder if you were right, after all. When you said the Gods intervened so this could happen, so we could meet.”

“So you admit I was right.”

“No. Because if anything, the Gods sent you to me, not the other way around.”

Maybe he intended for his smile to be a grin, for his expression to drip mirth and the teasing edge you have come to know and love; but all that is left behind is this almost-startled softness, this open stance and vulnerable expression as Ivar gazes into your eyes.

And the smile he offers is lovesick and as lost as yours, making you wonder not for the first time if whatever the Gods made you out of is the same that they made him out of, even if the Gods and the realms and even the two of you are so different from one another.

When Ivar brings you closer and claims your mouth in his, you let him, surrendering and answering his call for you to be closer, pressing close to him as he drops on his back on the bed.

His kiss is hungry, reverent in a way you know by now but still makes a pang of heat travel through you, and his hands are insistent and leaving behind a trail of fire wherever they touch.

It doesn’t help that he has long since discarded his shirt, and the feel of his skin against yours, the feel of him under your hands, leaves you drunk and dazed, much more so than if you had been the one to drink the whole night.

Still, when impatient hands insist you lift the nightgown over your head, you pull away, breaths heavy as your brow presses against his.

“No?”

“No,” You confirm, trying your hardest not to betray a fond smile. “You’re drunk, love. Not tonight.”

His brow furrows, “I’m not drunk.”

Moving to settle against him, your body against his and your mouth unable to resist pressing a few kisses over the ink on his chest, you question idly, “What are you, then?”

His smile softens, so much so and so quickly that it takes you by surprise. Ivar chuckles, hand trailing over your loose hair.

“Last time I asked you that you told me-…do you remember what you told me?”

You nod, leaning more of your weight against him and resting your chin on one of your arms that is draped over his broad chest.

“I told you I was happy.”

His eyes fall closed, but you know he’s still alert. He always is, really.

“And you’re still happy, here with me.”

“I am,” You state, fingers tracing the familiar contour of his face, stopping -as they always do- on the scar on his cheekbone before they continue a trail down, exploring leisurely. Your voice is low, almost a whisper, “I love you, Ivar.”

The only answer he offers is a low hum. He does that a lot more when he’s had plenty to drink, you’ve noticed, but not for the life of you would you ever tell him, mostly out of fear of losing those little content sounds he lets out and probably isn’t even aware of.

“You should tell me that more often,” He states without any preamble, startling you into silence. Ivar opens one eye to look at you, “You once told me if you say things you make them real. You should say you love me more often.”

“You don’t believe it’s real?” You ask, a tug of something that makes your chest feel a little tighter.

“I do. I just…” He offers a shrug, lips quirking up in the beginning of a smile.

Your voice earns a teasing edge when you lean closer, lips almost against the skin of his jaw, and ask, “Don’t I make you feel loved?”

And your heart skips a beat at the way you make him shiver.

“Y-You do.” He replies, and it sounds the question surprised him. Or maybe his answer did.

You feel your intent to tease him ebb away, leaving softness and barely anything else behind, and you smile, lips pressing one last kiss against his skin before moving to capture his mouth.

As always, Ivar easily surrenders to the touch of your lips on his, leans into your touch and your kiss with a willingness that sometimes feels jagged with edges of need and desperation.

“I love you,” You promise for good measure, offering a smile and another quick kiss, “Now sleep.”

When you turn around to lay on your side, you feel Ivar do the same, and when you hear him shuffle behind you, you find yourself almost expecting the embrace, or at least the touch of his hand on yours. But no, instead you feel rough fingers running through your hair.

“What are you doing?”

“You should wear braids all the time,” He muses, to himself more than to you, probably. You notice he is parting your hair in three sections, and clumsily braiding it as he lays on his side. Ivar continues, “They make you look like…like you belong here, like you’re mine.”

“I am yours.” You promise, the closest you can get to admitting the truth behind the choice that was never a choice at all, for tonight. When the dust settles you will tell him, but for now, for as long as he is willing to forget spring was ever a possibility, you will indulge, and speak of the passing of the cruel season on another day.

The braid is forgotten for a moment, as Ivar’s hand trails down your side, inching forward at your waist. His fingers stop just shy of between your legs.

“Since you’re mine, I should be allowed to have you.” He teases.

“But you’re also mine.”

His eyes travel to your lips, giving away desire before he even speaks, “Am I?”

“Mhm,” You turn around, seeking his warmth when you nestle closer. You look up at him with a smile that makes his eyes travel to your lips with a want you know well by now, but that still makes your heart quicken. “So, are you saying I too should be allowed to do as I please with you?” You seal your words with a kiss at the place where his collarbones dip, and you barely even have to put any pressure to make Ivar roll on his back once again. Your body pressed against him lets you feel the slight stutter of his breath in each rise and fall of his chest, and it never ceases to make you feel powerful. Keeping your eyes on his, you continue, “Are you saying I too should be allowed to claim what is mine?”

His lips part, eyes widened just slightly, and it is an answer in itself, an answer that makes heat pool low in your belly.

“I am yours.” Is the answer Ivar gives, and you bite your lip to hold back a sound that you are certain would be something between a sigh and a whimper.

“I’ll remember that.” You promise, to which he nods, maybe a little quickly, a little shakily. Settling back against his chest, you close your eyes, and if in your dreams you hear the cry of a hawk, it is quickly chased off by the soothing thrum of his heart under your ear.

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Thank you so much for reading! Would love to hear your thoughts on this!

Also, I have two things in this chapter that I want to point out: one, the Reader remembers Vikings overindulge in drinking when they mourn, yet she says she doesn’t feel like she lost someone, but the flashback is still there, I wonder why lol (I promise he’ll be less sulky soon); and two, when Ivar replies ‘Why did you stay?’ it could be that she stayed because Stithulf was alive thus his choice to let him go was the right one bc he got to keep her for the winter (which is obviously what he believes), or that his motivation in letting him go was the same as her motivation to tell the Greeks she wouldn’t leave with them, as in, she loves him and wants a life with him (though he has no way of knowing that). There you go, two useless pieces of trivia that aren’t that interesting (or that much of trivia really).

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