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tehaxo · 1 year

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hii can i please request kaeya & thoma (separate) with an s/o who gets emotional and maybe tears up a bit when they see the boys making breakfast for them for the first time. s/o has struggled a lot with loneliness and the realization that maybe they won't be alone anymore makes them emotional, tysm

oooh!!! this is super cute oh my GODD!! <3 im not sure if u were asking for HCs but i decided to make mini one shots/drabbles for them both!

pairing: kaeya x gn!reader, thoma x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: enjoy it! tysm for requesting 💞 sorry for taking so long, i was procrastinating horribly… i ended up making reader be full on crying tears since it makes more sense and for some reason ended up writing a shit ton for thoma 💀

KAEYA — ❄️

You were always tossed aside and left alone, you were used to it. But that doesn’t mean you never felt pain from being lonely, you hated it a lot. You couldn’t do anything about it, not until you came across Kaeya. As cliche as it sounds, he helped you become the person you were now.

Kaeya helped you with your confidence and introverted personality, introducing you to his friends. Naturally, you became friends with them as well. You were so grateful to be dating a great person like him.

You woke up with Kaeya, not at your side, and you panicked since he didn’t usually leave without a word. You had a few irrational fears and were a huge overthinker. So you rushed out of bed in hopes of finding Kaeya still home. You stepped out of your room and the panic left your system as the fresh aroma of food was in the air, you inhaled it in then smiled in relief. He was still home.

You quickly freshened up and made your way to the kitchen, you felt your heart racing. Your boyfriend stood in front of the stove, his hair was in a pretty low braid. The morning sun shined on him, making him look more angelic than ever.

You snuck behind him and wrapped your arms around him, Kaeya tensed at your touch but he realized it was you and then relaxed. “I see you finally decided to wake up, eh? You were in a deep sleep and you looked so cute, I couldn’t bring myself to wake you up,” he teased and he set his hand on your arm, he smiled as felt warm in your embrace.

You stayed quiet, and all of your memories flashed into your mind. How you were treated, and how alone you were. The negative thoughts which you thought would never end, but you were proven wrong. You now had a reason and escaped that tunnel of darkness. The light that saved you was in your arms.

All the emotions exploded in your heart and your eyes teared up, you finally knew that you weren’t alone. Your arms tightened around Kaeya and he let out a small laugh, “I see you missed me in your sleep!” He continued to laugh until he heard your small sniffles, he tried to turn around to look at you but you still held tight.

“You okay, my love?” His hand caressed your arm and he felt your head nod against his back. He turned off the stove as he continued to hear your silent sobs, he didn’t say another word. His hand set onto yours and intertwined with it gently.

“I’m sorry for crying like this, this is all so foreign to me. I’ve never had anything like this. I’ve never had someone so caring and loving as you by my side. My dream was to not be alone, and you made it come true. I kept on dreaming, unrealistically. Though, they all came to be true all because of you. Thank you, my love, thank you so much. I love you Kaeya.”

You said still holding onto him from behind, the love dripping off of your words like honey. It was so sweet and strong. It sparked an ignition deep in his heart, what he thought died long ago. He finally turned around and brought you close to him, he leaned down onto your shoulder; a shaky sigh slip past his lips.

“I have no words, sweetheart… I love you so much too. I would do anything that makes you happy for you. You’re going to be stuck with me forever. I hope you’re fine with that,” Kaeya held on for dear life, his arms around you in a lock.

He got emotional at your sweet words, it caught him off guard in the best way possible. You smile through your tears, and with another quick nod you sobbed out,

“Stuck with you? Forever? I’m perfect with that.”

THOMA — 🍡

Thoma was quite the pursuer, it might not seem like it but he can be determined at times. He conquered your heart by being persistent, and patient. He had always noticed you alone, going to the same shop he did, daily. You caught his attention and curiosity, even when he didn’t need to buy more groceries he visited just to see you.

He wasn’t alone in this, you also noticed him. Though you ignored him and your insane attraction to him. (At least you thought it was insane). No matter, because he constantly approached you and had strict convos with you.

You didn’t have much of friends, but you never made an effort to make any. You had accepted you would be lonely for a while, but you weren’t against it. That being said, it also hurt at times when you needed someone. But you couldn’t blame anybody else but yourself.

That started to fade away once Thoma tried to be your friend. You felt fine being alone but now you’ve interacted with someone genuinely you wanted more. You needed more. So you gave in and became acquainted with Thoma.

It started with small talks here and there, to him walking you home. Then Thoma greeted you at your door at night, with food he made for you. You guys grew closer and closer as all the months passed, at that point you were also familiar with the Kamisato siblings.

Not only that, he successfully made you his own. He was so happy to have you and to be yours. You felt just as lucky.

You were in a deep slumber, and Thoma had invaded your house. He wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed, you haven’t been able to eat well due to being busy recently. He was concerned for your health, so he decided he’d make you the tastiest meal ever.

Tray in hand, he walked steadily into your room. He set it on your table and sat next to you on your bed, he smiled at you sleeping peacefully. He made you lay on your back and gave kisses all around your face to wake you up.

“Wake up, i made you breakfast~ I don’t want it to get cold!”

He tapped on your temple gently and with that, you were now awake. Your eyes opened slowly and you saw the figure of Thoma, you smiled lightly and then lazily reached your arms out.

He happily went into your embrace, he held you then nuzzled into your neck. “Good morning Thoma,” you groaned out and wrapped your arms around him. He slipped out of the hug and made you sit up. He reached over to your table and grabbed the tray carefully.

You rubbed your eyes and stared at the food he set in front of you. “I made all of your favorite food, I know you’ve been working hard these days so I wanted to give you a little something to relish,” Thoma placed his hand on your head and soothed your hair.

You blinked and something in you exploded. You glanced at Thoma and saw the most loving expression ever. His gentle, captivating eyes, and his beautiful smile. Your heart clenched at the sweet sight of him, and his clear expressions of love for you.

Your hand found its way to your mouth as you started to tear up. Thoma noticed immediately and his smile faltered in a flash, he pushed the tray of food to the side and then hugged you.

“Hey, no no, why are you crying? Did something happen while you were busy during those days?” He questioned in a frantic tone.

You sobbed loudly like you never have ever. Your emotions were a mix of relief and happiness, you weren’t ever going to be lonely again, not with Thoma. You were fine with it before, but you never want to go through it again.

Your hands clenched onto his shirt as you cried into his shoulders, “Thoma… You’re the sweetest person ever. I couldn’t ever be more grateful for having someone like you in my life. With you, I am so happy. You’ve helped bring out the parts of me, that I needed. I can now smile a genuine smile and go about my days happily. I love you so much, I couldn’t even explain it in words. But I’ll spend the rest of my life looking for those words with you, so you can see even a glance of my love for you. Thank you for everything.”

Thoma was astonished, at how hard you were crying and your words. You weren’t the type to be this expressive of your feelings, he was beyond shaken. His arms tightened around you and he continued to comfort you until your cries became sniffles.

He then spoke, “I love you so much too, my sunflower. I’m so glad that someone as insignificant as me was able to do such a thing. Nothing too would be able to capture the true nature of my love for you, it’s too complex for others to understand. It is only you, who can understand with nothing needed. Which is why you deserve all of it, once again I love you.” His hand circled your back and you melted into his touch.

Your heart was now completely unlocked, it had finally found the key needed for these new emotions. You broke from the hug with a smile and gave him a deep kiss, he then returned the kiss. You pulled away from the kiss and then wiped your tears away, you looked over to the food and felt your stomach growl.

“Hehe, well what’re ya waiting for? Eat up silly!” Thoma giggled and set the tray on your lap.

You took a small bite and your eyes sparkled, it exploded on your tastebuds. “You’re definitely staying with me forever, no one cooks as you do.”

“No complaints, not like I wasn’t planning to do that already too.”

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softgothboy · 10 days

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(You didn't specify if you prefer clit/dick/tdick/etc so I went with clit)

Mmm... waking you up by shoving a dildo into your cunt that's entirely too big. You cry out as you tear, but blood is helps smooth the movement of the dildo.

I shush you and call you a good boy. Tell you you were made to be torn open like this just for me.

You'd melt and love it, but that wouldn't last long. I'd get a milking machine and put it on your clit.

It must be too much because you try to get away, and you push the dildo out in your scramble to get away.

I pull you back and try to hold you in place, but I can't do that *and* punish you.

I'd been saving the breeding bench for later, but I don't have a choice. I slam you into it so the edge of the support for your torso knocks your diaphragm hard.

While the breath is knocked out of you, I belt you down to it.

If I ask why you tried to get away, you might say you were overstimulated or it hurt. But you don't get to choose that.

I had been going to let you cum. But bad boys don't get to cum.

I ask you for your opinion on how best to punish you. You suggest nipple piercings, which is a fun idea for a different day.

No, I put specialized electrodes over your clit, and ask if you can handle a bigger dildo. You shake your head no.

I smile. "Good." I go and get a bigger dildo. I am nice enough to lube it up before shoving it in. I bet i'd be able to feel it easily, if not see it, if you were laying down how i'd prefer you be.

But you just had to misbehave. I'm so disappointed.

Are you crying yet? You will be shortly. I turn on the estim machine, and it shocks your clit at random intervals. It hurts sharply, and it's never enough to feel good, and never long enough for the pain to feel good. It's teasing in all the wrong ways.

I pound the dildo into you as you cry out. You try to get away, but only succeed in bruising yourself.

You're mine. You belong to me. I will do as I please to you.

I'll keep tearing your cunt open until it stays open. You'll be so attractive, hole torn open permanently for me. Maybe i'll put you on display, with my eight other men.

Some of them even get to cum, sometimes. Would you like that?

I pull the dildo out suddenly and ramp up the power of the electricity. It's the worst pain you've ever felt. And then it's gone, and i'm gone. You're alone, empty, and unfulfilled.

You don't remember the electrodes being removed, but they're gone, and you can't get any stimulation from them.

I'm nice enough to leave the light on, so when you crane your neck far enough, you can see both bloody dildos and the electrodes on the floor, well out of your reach.

Maybe if you're good next time, you can cum. Maybe i'll even let you make me cum.

ughghh godd this made me so wetttt 🥺 i need to be abused like this pleassee pls i want you to hurt me so bad, make me bleed and cry and try desperately to get away 😵‍💫 keep me locked up so you can just ruin me over and over again, i want to be completely broken when you’re done with me 🤤🤤 thank u sm <3

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vintagepresley · 1 year

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Hi hon, can I request a fic that showcases 50s E in a sleepover with Heidi, Gloria, and Francis? It can be fluffy, it can be sumutty, it can be both. But just like how they would play their little kissing games, make out a ton, do each other's hair and gossip, groping and heavy petting, take pics in their underwear, ya know usual elvis stuff? It can be E x 3 readers, doesn't have to be Heidi, gloria, amd Francis lol. I really appreciate it 🙏🏽.

Ooh godd YES. Those girls LIVEDDD. Thank you for the request! ❤️

Tons of fluff with a sprinkle of smut!

You had gone to see Elvis in concert with two of your other friends, the three of you immediately catching his wandering eye. There was something about the three of you he just loved and he was determined to get all of you alone after the show. It was no secret that Elvis always had a string a women especially when he went on tour, but each relationship with them was different. What he saw in the three of you was certainly different for him, so much so that he wasted no time getting one of his friends to stop the three of you when you tried to leave once the show was over. You were all taken aback and confused. "Elvis would like to invite the three of you to his house." the man says. You raised an eyebrow seeing the similar looks of shock on Heidi and Gloria's faces, but a small glimpse of excitement as well. Why would he want us to come to his house?

"Umm, I don't know if we should.." Heidi says, Gloria nudging her with her elbow, making a face at her. "What's the worse that could happen? It's Elvis Presley!" you exclaim. The three of you converse on the matter. "Ladies.. Elvis isn't going to wait all day." the man says. "We'll go!" Gloria says happily. "Follow me." he says, as he begins to lead the way to the car that was waiting for all four of you outside, he opened the door for the three of you. You were a bit hesitate especially because Elvis had been nowhere in site. But you assumed they had already gotten him on the way home, which wasn't that far away because he had performed in his hometown. As all of three of you squeezed in the back of the car you couldn't stop yourselves from fangirling and giggling about meeting Elvis Presley. After for what seemed like the drive of a lifetime, the car finally pulled up to his house on Audubon Drive. Your faces lighting up at the sight of his home, finding it unreal that you were actually here.

Once you were helped out of the car the three of you were lead up to the house where Elvis was already standing at the door with a huge smile plastered on his face at the sight of the three girls he couldn't get his mind off. The three of you did the best you could to keep your composure as you met him at the door, suddenly becoming very shy. "Hello, darlins'" he said with such charm. You began to play with your hair, twirling between your fingers as you led the way in responding to him. "H-Hi." you giggled softly and then Heidi and Gloria followed right behind you. He chuckled softly, shaking his head with a small grin. "Come on in.. I'll introduce ya to my parents." he smiled, moving aside as the three of you stepped into his house, he couldn't stop smiling as he watched the three of you, thinking how adorable you all were as he shut the door closed. As you all stood by the door, Elvis stood in front of you all again, towering above you. "What are your names, darlins'?" he said softly. Gloria spoke softly as she stood in between you and Heidi. "I'm Gloria. She's Heidi and that's y/n." she answers.

He smiled widely. "Cute." he mumbled softly. Suddenly Gladys was walking out to meet you all, not surprised one bit that Elvis had brought some girls home, she was the cutest thing as she greeted all of you and offered you something to eat so politely, but Elvis insisted that none of you were staying that long, that you'd all stopped by just to get some autographs, which was a lie. Once Gladys had left the four of you, Elvis gestured for you three to follow him to his bedroom, how could you possibly pass that up? You all happily followed, staring at everything in his house, feeling like it was just all surreal that you were actually in Elvis' house and going to see his room as well. Once you all made your way into his bedroom, you couldn't help but giggle to yourself because it looked like a normal boys room, it wasn't what you were expecting. You, Heidi, and Gloria stood there twiddling with your hands, not really knowing what to do or what his actual reason was for inviting you three here. He smiled like a giddy little boy as he kicked off his shoes and sat down on the floor, staring up at the three of you. "Well, sit down girls." he said softly with a small chuckle.

You all sat down around him, all four of you just staring at each other, every time he looked in your direction you could feel your cheeks getting hot because you couldn't stop blushing. Heidi and Gloria were pretty much doing the same as well as giggling. "Why did you invite us here?" you asked curiously. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, shrugging. "I just.. uh, ya caught my attention and I thought y'all were cute." he smiled. You blushed, glancing over at Heidi and Gloria who were also blushing. His smiled widen at the sight. "Wanna play a game?" he asked with a sly grin. "What kind of game?" Heidi asked. "Kiss or dare.." he mumbles. You scrunched up your nose a bit, laughing. "That's not a real game!" you blurt out and Gloria elbows you in your side, not wanting you to ruin the fun. "It is a real game." he chuckled, trying to hide his smirk. “Says who?” You teased. “Me because I made it up.” He laughed. "How do you play this "game" hm?" Gloria asks curiously. "I'll show ya.. Kiss or dare, honey?" he says to Gloria. She taps her fingers to her chin. "Dare." she says softly. He smirks widely. "Hm, I dare ya to undress Heidi…" he hummed. Heidi's eyes widen and Gloria was a bit in shock herself. You looked on wondering if she was actually going to do it and glancing over at him seeing the pleasing smirk on his lips.

"Well? You gonna let her take ya dress off, honey?" he says to Heidi, reaching out to her to brush his hand along her cheek and she had completely fallen into his little game, giggling and nodding her head. He grinned and turned his direction back to Gloria, who had grown shy and began to blush. “A dares a dare, baby.” He remarked. Gloria nodded as she and Heidi stood up, you chewed on your bottom lip nervously wondering if he was going to ask you to undress next as you watched you two friends, glancing out of the corner of your eye to see how much Elvis was enjoying this. Gloria slowly unzipped the back of Heidi’s dress carefully tugged it down her body until it was in a puddle on the floor, revealing her white bra and panties to everyone and shyly covering herself with her arms, Elvis’ widen with delight as he smiled and the two girls sat back down. “Get how the game works now, honey?” He teased Gloria as he gave her a playful wink. You stayed silent feeling so shy and nervous at the thought of him asking you to be undressed next and hoping he’d choose Heidi next to play his little game.

But his eyes fixated on you, it was your quietness that caught his attention. “Y/N, kiss or dare, baby?” He said softly. You began to play with your hair shyly, not knowing which one to choose and he smiled as you pondered your answer, letting out a soft hum. “Kiss?” You said quietly. He nodded and got up from where he was sitting and crawled his way over to you, cupping your face in his hands and planting a soft kiss to your lips, your eyes closed and you gasped softly against his soft lips, tingles coursing through your body as your hands delicately clutched onto his shirt as you kissed him back. His kiss was deep but gentle, you began to feel his wandering hands moving along your body, you practically jolted at the tickling feeling. He pulled back from your lips and you slowly opened your eyes to see him staring at you, his hands brushing gently against your face. “Can’t let Heidi over here be all alone, can we?” He whispered. You glanced over to see your undressed friend and then back at Elvis, knowing what he was asking in not so many words, you nodded. He smiled and carefully pulled away as he watched you stand up and slowly undress leaving you in just your white bra and panties as well, that same pleasing look on his face.

Now he set his sights on Gloria, slipping his hands around her waist as he gently pulled her in for a kiss that was just as passionate as your own with him and he whispered to her. “Don’t cha wanna join your friends?” He teased as his hands traveled along her back and he slowly unzipped her dress, pulling himself away from her with a smirk as he watched her remove her dress and now all three of you were in your underwear just like he wanted. He pulled Heidi into a kiss, wanting all of you to feel special. You wanted to ask a question and bit your tongue for a moment feeling too shy to ask, but you decided to ask anyway. “Elvis?” You said softly. He broke his kiss with Heidi, glancing over at you. “Yes, baby?” He hummed. “Are you going to get undressed?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. He chuckled softly, licking over his lips as he sat back in spot. "Do ya want me to, honey?" he teased. "It'd only be fair.." Gloria mumbled as the three of you nodded in agreement with each other. He smirked and nodded slowly. "Well, alright." He stood up and the three of you watched with wide eyes and smiles.

He laughed softly to himself, shaking his head as he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, letting it fall to the floor and then he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, tugging them down and kicking them off his feet. The three of you giggled at the sight of him in his underwear, he narrowed his eyes playfully as he plopped back down on the floor. "What are y'all giggling at?" he asked. "Nothing.." Heidi whispered, glancing back at you and Gloria having another giggle. "You girls are silly." he mumbled and he made his way back over to the three of you, placing himself right in the middle so that Gloria and Heidi were on one side of him and you were on the other, he slipped his arms around all three of you and you all snuggled closer to him, he began giving each of you a kiss on the lips. You could feel his fingertips running along your back slowly which only gave you chills, you felt him unclasping your bra as he kissed Gloria and Heidi and you gasped softly, wanting to cover yourself, but he stopped you and tugged your bra off you, when he started kissing you he did the same to your friends, taking their bras off, wanting all three of you only in your panties. He fondled each of your breasts, taking turns with each of you. He then he ran his hand up to tangle his fingers in your hair, combing through it gently. After a few shared kisses between the four of you and more tender touches from him, he smiled widely getting an idea. He pulled away from the three of you as he stood up and walked over to his dresser to grab a brush and he then came back over to sit down with you all again.

You raised an eyebrow wondering what he was going to do. "Can I brush your hair?" he asks you with a smile, it was the cutest thing and having Elvis doing your hair, how could a girl possibly say no. You nodded with a warm smile. "Sure!" you exclaimed. "I'll do your hair and you do each other's." he said excitedly, as he moved behind you and then gestured for Gloria and Heidi to move in front of you and now you were all in a line doing one another's hair as Elvis brushed yours delicately while sneakily placing a few kisses along your neck. Despite his little kissing game and his teasing little touches, it felt like Elvis was just one of the girls as he played with your hair and giggled along with the three of you as you talked. He always felt more comfortable around girls. He even began to get in on the gossip the three of you started talking about even though he had no idea who the people were that you gossiped about. But it didn't fail to input his opinion.

The night eventually taking a turn and soon the four of you in a pillow fight, but Elvis would get sneak and steal one of you away and he happened to do it to you this time, playfully pushing you onto the bed and he climbed on top of you, tickling your tummy and making you giggle and squeal, his lips soon meeting yours to quiet down your cute noises and kissing you slowly as his hands traveled along your body, squeezing and groping at your curves and you squirmed beneath him as he groped your breasts, a wide smirk on his face. He could tell Heidi and Gloria were getting a bit jealous. "C'mere, girls." he whispered and then happily plopped down onto his bed and he climbed on top of them one by one, kissing them and groping them just the same and still sneaking a hand over to you to feel up on you again, he wanted to give you each attention. He eventually got up as you three laid in his bed. "Don't move." he laughed as he ran to grab his little Polaroid camera, coming back out and quickly snapping a few pictures of the three of you, the three of you giggled and played along with him by posing for his pictures.

After a while Elvis began to get a little tired and he let out a soft yawn as he set his camera aside as he climbed into bed with you three and placing himself right in the middle with you yet again on one side while Gloria and Heidi laid on the other and cuddled up with each other as they cuddled against him, his arms wrapping around the three of you. You placed a hand against his chest as you cuddled into his side, staring up at him with a smile. "Wanna have a bit of fun, little ones?" he smirked. At this point no one was saying no and you all nodded with wide smiles, just wanting to be as close to him as possible. "Y/N.. Sit here.." he mumbled, patting his lap for you. You looked at him innocently and then down at his lap, staring at the bulge in his underwear and you nodded slowly as you shyly climbed on top of him, your thighs settling on either side of him. As you sat on him you blushed feeling his cock pressed right up against you, he choked back a small groan as he told Heidi to come lay in your place so both girls were on either side of him while you were on top.

The three of you were nervous and unsure of what he was trying to do and he could tell by your faces that you looked so nervous. "I ain't gonna hurt ya, little ones. We're gonna have a little innocent fun, that's all." he nodded. You smiled at his words, trusting him completely because he's been so sweet so far, Gloria and Heidi nodded as well. He placed his hands on your hips as he slowly began to guide you through what he wanted, pushing your hips back and forth so that you brushed up against him, which started to cause his cock to grow hard, he groaned softly and you let out a soft squeal feeling it pressed firmly against your pussy that was beginning to feel all tingly and wet. He chuckled softly. "It's alright, little one.. It ain't gonna hurt ya." he smirked. You blushed so hard that you could feel how hot your face had gotten, he continued to move you slowly having you hump his cock that it caused more soft groans to escape him. "K-Keep movin' like that, baby.." he hummed as he let go of your hips and he placed one hand between Heidi's thigh and another between Gloria's and rubbing against them gently, the two of them becoming just as shy as his hands moved closer to the heat between their legs.

You placed your hands flat against his bare chest as you leaned forward him and arched your back just a bit as you continued to move stir your hips against him, humping him slowly and feeling his hard cock hit up against your pussy with each movement, that it was causing small whimpers to escape your lips, feeling your slick now pooling out and making a mess in your underwear, his clenched his jaw trying to hold back his groans as he began rub his fingers right up against the delicate fabric of Gloria's and Heidi's underwear, his light touches causing them to get wet and let out soft noises as he continued to rub his fingers against their pussies, the fabric of their panties pressing between their folds only causing them to ruin their panties more. The soft noises that escaped the four of you filled the small echoey room. You watched as Elvis tilted his head back against the pillows, licking over his lips as he let a groan escape him as he continued to play with Gloria and Heidi and you moved a little faster on top of him, grounding your hips against him as you leaned down further and placed soft kisses to his chest as you humped him, moaning against him softly as your breathing grew louder.

His eyes were on you the entire time watching as your breasts bounced with each movement you made, it was becoming hard for him to keep his groans quiet as his fingers rubbed Gloria and Heidi a bit faster, the two of them moaning softly and their thighs squeezing around his hands, he was causing them to make such a mess of themselves and his fingers, while you were making a mess of yourself and he was beginning to feel it soaking through onto his underwear which prompted him to slowly grind his hips against your own. "Damn.." he mumbled. He could already feel himself getting close to cumming, Elvis never really had sex before and his favorite things to do was just heavy petting and dry humping which always caused him to not last very long. But he didn't feel embarrassed about it with the three of you, because you were just as inexperienced as him, the more you humped him the more his groans grew heavy and loud, his eyes rolling back as he kept his fingers moving against the other two girls, now their noises were growing heavy along with their breathing. All four of you were ready to explode from the pleasure you all felt that your orgasms were just building and building.

Then suddenly it all came crashing down and erupting out of all of you simultaneously, the four of you making a mess of yourselves as Gloria and Heidi had came in their panties and a bit on his fingers, while you also had cum and some of it seeping out onto his underwear that had been ruined by his own cum. You could feel his cock twitching against you when he finished. The three of you whimpering softly as he panted and tried to catch his breath, pulling his hands from between their legs and slipping his arms around them and pulling them close as you decided to make yourself comfortable on top of him, laying your head against his chest and clinging to him, tilting your head up a bit to press a kiss to his jaw as Heidi and Gloria kissed his cheeks, he smiled widely to himself as he eyes fluttered closed, keeping a tight hold on Heidi and Gloria and nuzzling his face against the top of your head wanting to keep the three of you close to him. None of you expected a night with Elvis to go this way, filled with giggles, gossip, and innocent fun and cuddled up together in his bed.

I hope I did your request justice. Enjoy!!

#elvis presley #Elvis x you #elvis x reader x Heidi x gloria #elvis fluff #elvis imagine #requested

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minophus · 4 months

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im gonna fucking GETCH YOU. you've cursed my brain. godd the only real thing in the world is mirage but also she's not real but she is. and she will always be alone in the end but there are people who love her and care for her deeply but they're dying and it's her job to help them pass on in peace. but she will love them anyways while they're with her because it's all she can do and because even if everything ends up the same way it was and there's only one ending the fact they were there at all MATTERS. clutches my head in agony. someone has to leave first this is the oldest story there is no other version of this story!!! anyways how have you been doing

AAAAAAAAAHAHAHHA

#asks #gooptalks #ive been doing well. hehe. GUY WHO CRIED AT HIS OWN CONCEPT #DOESNT IT HURT SO BAD

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khaleesiofalicante · 6 months

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Okay Iris' chapters shook my very core I'm not ready for Magnus' chapter. Although I have to say I love that LBAF 1 started with a Magnus chapter that was kind of a disaster and LBAF 3 ended with a Magnus chapter that everything went beautifully (cursed seashell and Marcus finding it aside). I hope you pull something like that with LBAF 5/6/7 (again-cursed seashell and cursed Devlins aside).

Iris fliring with a million years old warlock-taking after her uncle

I feel like Madeleine is too busy to be a good mother to Regine or that she leaves her alone a lot and I'm feeling kind of sorry for her🥺 (still don't know how I should feel about the Bellefleur women so I'm going for neutral for now)

Regine spying feels like something that will bring trouble😬

Okay I don't ever remember a couple in your fanfics getting butterflies for someone else, this Hermes-Iris situation makes me very worried about her and Malik in a sort of they could break up permanently kind of way

Okay reading about Iris thinking she fooled Hermes has me concerned that he's either playing her or getting obsessed with her to a dangerous point

Otherwise though, Iris' instinct gets 10/10 honestly, she suspects Kincaids gay, she believes he has a good soul, she doesn't like Madeleine for how she treats New York, she's the only one worried about Lucifer- she does take after her mother (only one with braincells in her generation's gang)

There are literally so many different plots going on at the same time I have a hard time keeping up , I have no idea how you do it (unless they're all connected👀)

I can see Kyle blaming Victoria for Kincaid being gay and turning on her or both of them turning on Kincaid

The Warlock Council mainly looking Other Max for time traveling kinda calms me because it means that Max isn't to blame, but they probably found him easier because Max leaves breadcrums with the blood selling so he is kinda to blame

Isn't the Other Counsil aware of Other Max time travelling? Don't they sense something wrong with the ley lines? Also, Other Magnus knows about it, does he just accept the danger Max brings to the world?

I have an awful feeling that bot Maxs are going to get punished and David will lose them both (but you'll find a way to get them out of it for the shake of David's and everyone's sanity)

Iris cursing her uncle-irony is real

Predicting the reason Lance will attack is for love, my guess is out of love for David like Max fucks up reality out of love for David (he went to hell for David just like his daddy after all so like father like son)

I feel like if they survive everything, time travel will end with Other Max and current Max won't attempt it

The cousins not connecting hurts😢

Iris knowing the importance of facts and not leaving room for denial, what an icon (even though I feel she's a little in denial about what she feels for Hermes,perhaps she hasn't figured it out yet)

Can we talk about how much did Nicolas Thorn know about the way Max would use warlock math? Because if he knew about the time travel then he knew about the consequences why did he do it?

While I am trying to remain netral about them, Madeleine and Regine being nice to everyone, especially the lbaf gangs thinking it's okay to treat Max and David like shit is pissing me off

TEDDY! Oh I'm so happy we got to see her, (waiting for Mina's daughter), and Teddy wanting to marry Lance, thinking he's the best was so cute! I am ready to bet real money Theia rants about Lance to Teddy because she's the only person she can do it with

Okay Kyle has an unhealthy obsession with Selena

I think Kyle's relationship with Kincaid is already crumbling

Who has that feather oh my godd-my money is on Madeleine, and then she passed it to make Kincaid's sword?

Iris understanding the importance of showing up, again, what an icon

So the warlocks are siding with Lance? Or something extreme like not taking sides? Can't wait to find out

Also an interesting plot is that most of your cahracters like Lance/Kincaid/Max fight for love but I feel like Lucifer's motive is greed so it will ne really interesting to see which motive is stronger and how you choose to explore that.

Iris gave us a lot of fo9d for thought like the boss she is. I didn't expect to like her as much as I did.

On a side note, my tik tok shows me a lot of Ginny and Georgia clips and I kinda got obsessed with Marcus and Ginny and then I went to see all of their scenes together and can I just say, they gave me major Lance/Theia vibes, like there is this scene where Ginny tells Marcus he could call her something cute like baby and he ends up calling her poo? It felt like something very similar could happen with Lance and Theia. I couldn't find a clip but it's season 2 episode 4 if you want to check it out! Okay I'll stop writing now🌷

PS: This also gave me huge Theia and Lance vibes, especially after the scene where they discuss their music tastes, I love Tom and Zendaya🤭

LET'S FUCKING GO.

Omg I didn't even think of that lmao.

This is a very astute observation and very true. Madeleine is the kind of mother Anjali would be if she wasn't married to Rafael (yall know it's true). We'll learn more about Madeleine from her children soon enough!

Or maybe it'll lead to something good! 🤭

I'm just mixing things up, bro.

He's just a guy 😔

She IS the moment.

Everything is always connected ;)

Ughhhhhhh.

This whole situation is messy ngl. Can't wait for it to get messier hehe.

That's a good question, Vicky. That's a very good question.

I mean, I do love me some Max angst sooooo

We love irony in this household.

Maybe leading to Dark David? *gasp*

But Max loves time travelling and is very excited to do it :(

It really does, fam.

It's all new with Hermes (she's known him for a day) so we'll let it slide...for now.

The thing about Nicolas Thorn is that he doesn't always know why he has to do things, but he knows he has to do them (which can be frustrating for him but bebe had time to get used to it). I'm not saying he didn't know what would happen if he taught Max warlock math, but perhaps he thought the pros outweighed the cons?

I'm ready to throw hands at all of them at this point.

omg Theia 100% rants to Teddy. Teddy: I'm going to marry Lance when I grow up. Theia: GURL ME TOO.

I'm glad we're talking about this. It's creepy.

How did you even guess that shnjksnds

She's the only woman I care about bye

you'll find out in the next chappy ahhh

heeeey that's not fair. maybe he is fighting for love too 😔

I've actually watched both seasons (I love Georgia so much. Fuck ginny, that girl is sooo annoying) although yes Marcus does have Lance vibes...

I LOVE TOM AND ZENDAYA TOO. And that clip is sooo blackbane I agree (not Lance being annoying about music the same way Max is about movies lmao except that David gets away with what he wants to watch anyway but poor theia is stuck with lance - but it's fine because she likes that hehe)

#thanks for the questions and theories and observations they always me sooooo happy #lbaf

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winrinas · 2 years

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oh my GODD your giselle camp counselor story?? im going feral fr. id love to see tenant winter sometime!!

( ⌕ ) search keywords : tenant winter, somno, stalking, noncon

mix ups with seoul university’s housing department landing winter, and who was supposed to be her dorm-mate, on the streets looking for a quick to rent apartment. and maybe they’re on a bit of a time crunch, so when they finally get a place with a good location and ample space they don’t read into the fine print. and ignore how quick the landlord was to bump down the prices once she saw them at the viewing, brushing over the skin of their arms, leaning all close to their ears and telling them that the markdown is a special offer for only the prettiest of girls :( they should’ve seen through your overly friendly demeanor and the high amount of maintenance you claimed needed to be done by you, the landlord, and you alone the week they moved in… but

they didn’t. too caught up in the start of semester and basking in how perfect it was that they managed scored a two bedroom in center seoul for just over 500 a month to notice something was off the day you walked in, tool box and mini high resolution cameras in hand, claiming you needed to fix a couple things through the apartment. smiling and offering you a drink before you moved to install the cameras in every corner of her their.

it’s not your best work—the cameras are not particularly well hidden, but winter is a bit too dumb to notice the red light beaming every time she pulls off her robe in the bathroom, or shoves her fingers down her panties after a long night, and her roommate, who is arguably much more attentive, is never home, always studying at the cafe across from the campus library (information you definitely didn’t pick up from the 4k camera in their living room).

thought, after a while, cameras don’t seem to be enough. your thoughts mixed and replayed videos of her stepping out the shower aren’t enough to keep you at bay. so it’s an awful idea that crosses your mind, you’re sure it’s 100% illegal, but you’ve seen winter walk into glass and forget to turn off the stove when she leaves for class (something you’ve had to go in and fix after she leaves… weekly) more times than you can count, and you’re sure she wouldn’t have half the idea what’s going on when you turn your master key through the lock of her main door late one night.

and she doesn’t even budge when you pull her covers off, whining to herself about being cold before turning to lay on her back, and it’s like she knew exactly what you wanted. slipping your shoes off near her dresser before hovering over her body struck with sleep, pulling her night shirt above her chest to reveal her skimped undies and breasts, taking a nipple in your mouth before continuing to kiss your way down. stopping just short of her cunt to wiggle her underwear off, pocketing the pair before covering her sweet pussy with your tongue.

and she’s so nasty that she can’t help herself, fully unconscious, but still managing to grind on your tongue as she sleeps, small moans interrupting the pattern of her snores. hiccuping when you take her clit between your lips and suck like you’re starved, mumbling please over and over and over to herself before she comes on your tongue <3

#aespa smut #winter smut #answered #haven’t wrote about her in so long omg!#me when girls are sleepy <3 _ <3

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Hi!! Could you please write a white death x gn reader fic where the reader is kidnapped?

Do you think he would be so overcome with relief that he would show his emotions even in front of his bodyguards and partners or keep up his facade. And to make it even more painful have it happen after his wife’s death so it would feel like he was losing another love of his life.

Thank you!!

MY GODD yall with the white death requets have me giggling and smilng, THANK YOU SM for the requests its amazing, ill set this as the same as my last post, so post-wife death where he finds and falls for the reader deeply, involving himself with them heavily and is really just infatuated with them, and then the reader gets kidnapped :) youre so creative for thinking of this so tysm!! if yall have white death requests absolutley send them in i will 100% get back to you, hes my main focus rn🫶 im also thinking of doing other bullet train men but white death will be prioritized because im biased

requests are open, masterlist is up!

White Death x Gn Reader!!

Warnings: Kidnapped Reader, Slight Angst, Murder/Violence Description, Previous Spouse Death ( not the reader ), Rushed for the sake of time, Not proofread its too late im sorry💔

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"Darling, I'll be with you while you shop. I have a meeting to attend in an hour, we have the time to spend."

A hand that was outreached to your face stroked your cheek, a warm trust put silently in to you. With your head tilted up towards him, you smiled softly and reassured him to your best ability.

"I swear I'll be fine, it's just for an outfit, you'll be able to see me after the meeting, alright? I'll call you once I'm done Love."

You could see the twinge of pain that shone in his eyes at the thought of leaving you. He'd always preferred to keep you closer to him ever since his past wife's death, the days by her side in the hospital bed with no one to help, his life taken away because of the greed of others. The overbearing emotional depression he fell into for months after would kill him if he had to do it again, and he knew he wouldn't last if it happened to his love he'd finally found after years of barriers being established.

"Is it necessary? I never mind devoting more time to you,"

"I want you to prepare for the meeting, you need this time. I will call you when I'm done, but you know where I am, I'll always be in lengths reach to you."

A sigh emerged from the man as his eyes stared at your feet, knowing it'd be for the best but still paining at the thought. Flashbacks of the call from the car came to mind, but he reminded himself that this is new, and you are strong willed. The shades that once sat at the edge of his nose were taken off carefully and placed onto you, one of his many small 'parting' gifts that he treasured, for the sake of protecting you.

A cold hand gently caressed your hair before taking you in for a kiss, guiding you in with a hand holding your hair in his hand, keeping you there till he was ready to part. His face was warm, heating up your hands while you held his cheeks, keeping his intimacy alive.

"I will always pick up for you. If you need my assistance, I'm to your service my dear."

As he spoke the final sentence, he took in your image once more, then turned slowly, walking into the crowd that simmered in front of you, his head up in a confident walk. You were left alone in a diminishing crowd, walking in to the store, failing to notice the man who'd been keeping a keen eye on you for the times being in a distance.

Drumming of fingers was the only sound being heard at the meeting, partners and associates were surrounding the table, preparing themselves for the due meeting that would come in time.

A guard stood on the left hand of The White Death, as did his phone. Both were in his line of sight, but even with your promise to him, the stirring thought of dread was placed in him. Feeling duller than usual without your presence close by.

"Are you ready to start, Sir?"

The voice of a worker snapped him back to his reality, the room still quiet in anticipation.

"Yes. Why don't we begin."

With that, the table talk arrived, discussing the finance & missions that were being in action. The man whom occupied the head of the table caught himself occasionally looking over to his phone, internally eager to find something from you, but the later the day dragged, the later you didn't call. His fingers prodded their way to his temples, grazing where his shades used to sit. Wispy gray hairs obscured his vision as his head tilted to the table, the soft strands seemed to make him anxious.

A ringing sensation made the table abrupt from their talk, all quieting to respect the head man. Eyes wandering saw the phone lighting up, your name flashing across the screen as you called him. The man was a firm believer in putting you first, his event could be halted to put time in to you for a moment, simply hearing your voice may let him listen more, as the past five minutes of the meeting were a blur, all the voices seemed to mend into one. A hand that reached out picked the phone up & answered, firm to his workers ears, but what you knew as his business voice, exclaimed 'Hello', awaiting your response of your whereabouts. What met him, over the static of the phone call, like you were receiving bad connection, was heavy and deep breathing, continuing for a moment until a voice admitted itself.

"Hello! White Death, am I right?"

The unfamiliar masculine voice was all too informal for his taste, displeasing to get his hopes up, while angry that someone had seemingly stolen your phone. He took mind that the person had known him, keeping that apparent while talking. A singular finger tap on the table set the man of his left off, tracing the call as per the unspoken order.

"I believe in returning the phone, before you do something you may regret."

A small chuckle came from the other end of the line, ending with a small sigh of amusement. The comfort of the caller only angered him more, a tightened grip forming from his patience dwindling.

"Well, you see. The phone isn't the only thing I have with me, y'get it?"

The nonchalant of the sentence made his face even blanker, trying to push down the building stress in his throat.

"Why don't you say hello to your lover here, always nice to reconnect, atleast, that's what Barry says to me."

Immediately his throat stifled, nausea coming into play as the other line was being moved or readjusted and hearing the thing he dreaded since the beginning.

There were wet coughs, like something was being caught up in your threat over the phone, accompanied by heavy breathing, uneven and dispersed as you were hurt. Just by the tone of breathing he knew it was you, the meeting became an after thought as he pushed himself up and out of the chair, excusing himself while cutting the meeting short, he didn't need to explain as everyone else knew better not to ask.

He stayed on the line while he walked out of the door into an empty hallway, keeping his breathing steady as to not give away the emotions swelling. A frown and worried eyebrows were plastered on his face, wanting to refuse the situation at hand.

"So, you know the valuable at hand. Why don't we make a negotiation? It'd be so much easier if you just came to the port to discuss, make the transaction a little faster, hm?"

His hands were now gripping the phone, if he let his strength go any farther it might've cracked. He knew it'd be an ambush, there was no transaction ever, they were just going to kill him. A breathy sigh came out as he spoke, but a firm tone followed.

"Moments of my impatience are turning to anger, you have no hold on what you've done."

A thumb pad pressed over the end call button, before standing quietly in the deserted hallway. Even while in an unbridled rage, the man wiped off his clothing and headed to his workers, the only plan that came to mind was just to murder.

Your eyes were puffy, and your blurred vision aas positioned to the ground while your body hunched against the chair, not falling from the ropes tied to your chest. Yet the shades that were graciously given to you were still on, dipping as they were close to the edge of your nose.

The blond man who stood beside you grunted when the tone of ending a call came to your ears, sliding his phone to his pocket while crouching to tour line of sight.

"That was rude, is he always like that? Too uptight, he should really try meditation, its worked wonders for me. And what was with that last sentence? I know what I've done, I don't know how you've put up with him for so long."

Rolling your eyes at his comment, your mind only concentrated on the images of your beloved, internally seeking reassurance that he would make it in time, before another outburst came around.

A pinpoint was placed on the calls location, revealing itself to be a warehouse that was previously abandoned. For the voice, all results shown to be under the alias of 'Ladybug', it was an insult in itself that this had happened, the name only adding insult to impact.

Separate cars all drove to the location, parked distinctly to not raise suspicion. Upon stepping out of the car, groups of people spread out with their equipment ready, masks concealing themselves as they paced to the perimeters, others to entrances of the building, awaiting the mans presence. The set up he had taken in action was like a flashback for him, the pain uprising in him for the last time he'd planned for a fair revenge.

The layout of the building was shown to him, and as soon as it was presented, the plan came out. There was only one person who'd be entering the building, while everybody else presented themselves outside. if it was personal matter he would kill the Ladybug himself. So while everyone outside stayed guard, the man secured a gun into his waistband and pushed the door open, footsteps echoing in the emptiness of the warehouse.

Metal beams and empty shelves riddled the floor pattern, and as he continued on, gazing around every so often, he soon stumbled on what he was searching for.

A chair faced away from him, with the blond man speaking in a manner he couldn't hear, but what he could hear was your shallow exasperated gasps to breath, the way your body flinched ever so slightly as the blond moved himself, patting your back, causing you to cough harshly. The scene itself was more than any reason he needed to kill the proclaimed Ladybug, the mans deeper as the pressure on his lungs began from anger.

So with steps being taken, he strides his way over to the blond, whose back was unfortunately turned to him as his hand grabbed the colder gun, aiming it while he walked, and pulled the trigger. But the satisfaction of his death wouldn't be fulfilling enough until his eyes met yours, recreating a moment made just hours before hand.

Hastily kneeling, he brought a knife out to cut the rope that burned into you, your stability was faltering as you leaned into his hold, yet he was welcoming to your body, holding you gently and moving his hands from where the rope had taken a toll. While your head leaned into his shoulder, his face was taking in your figure, nose resting on your neck while stroking your hair, his hand woven to you. The quickened heartbeat of yours made his ache, and unbeknownst to you, slight tears began to prick his eyes as he had your life in his hands again, making a mental note to never let his hands rest without yours intertwined.

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ive reread this abt four times and im struggling to decipher if i hate it or like it, but i hope its nice🫶 sorry for the wait😭

requests r open, masterlist is up!

#white death #cant tell if i hate this but i hope yall like it #the white death #the white death x you #white death bullet train #the white death x reader #bullet train #bullet train movie #bullet train 2022 #white death x you #white death x reader

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nyxirrationalstories · 1 year

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Summary: A chapter of one of my stories (hiatus, saddly) "Gods of War". I just want to post it because is one of my favorite chapters to write and wanted to share here.

Utena´s songs really inspired me to write. I hope one day, continue the story.

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Antiquity, Perfection, Alone in the desert

Ares was wandering along a path, he doesn't remember how he got there but he kept walking. It was a beautiful day without a doubt, it was one of those days where he stopped to see and enjoy from dawn to dusk. It was not something new, he always did it every time he was in Thrace, but he enjoyed a little more being in the company of his children or with Argenis and Athena. And lately the god of war seemed to become a little more tame and even admitted a mistake to the goddess, leaving her puzzled but accepting his apologies, but he still fought with her about some things, for example: Should Argenis see his "uncles"? No, not after Agnes.

Oh Zeus, that damned bastard; Ares knew that his brothers were not guilty (although he is still looking for proof) but it was thanks to them that Argenis was in danger and it was Agnes who paid the consequences, Evan could not cope with the pain of a broken heart and died of sadness. The soldier dies when the reason for the battle comes to an end. After that, Ares took all he could and took everyone to Thrace where Zeus had no power there, he could not enter without permission of the fierce god of war.

Argenis had no consolation, even when he seemed calmer one could see in the boy's eyes the loss of his sister. Evan's death didn't help the little boy much either, the habits he had vanished and the guilt seemed to tear him apart; there was a time when the boy said to them "Lords Ares and Athena".

Oh, the god of war and blood was always filled with pride when his soldiers called him "Lord Ares" but in the mouth of his son… he repudiated it. It was a long talk with the boy and a hug but Ares was beyond angry but Athena convinced him to save his anger, that Zeus would target the boy if Ares attacked or declared his wrath.

Atmosphere, Atom, A Star of Chance

In the distance he saw Athena sitting with Argenis, but she looked different and Argenis looked a little more cheerful and taller, even though he was bent over. Ares hurried a little to get closer, making the aforementioned gods turn in his direction causing Argenis to run to his side and grab his hand, bringing both gods closer and finally he could see why Athena looked different.

That's when he woke up

Ares looked at how Athena and Argenis were curled up, sleeping peacefully, and he couldn't help but smile at the peace that reigned. Without any problem he carried both of them and put them on a bed so they could rest properly, he thought about letting them sleep there alone… but decided to join them, lying down next to Argenis.

Yes, the child of Earth

Argenis was awakened by a big squeeze from both sides, in his desperation he tried to get free and with great difficulty he succeeded. With a grumble he looked at his parents in their arms and went to his room, annoyed at having been awakened so rudely and, without Helios still standing up, what a sacrilege; he wrapped himself in his blankets and went back to sleep, surrendering himself once again to the arms of Morpheus.

Meanwhile, Athena dreamed that she was surrounded in a field of lilies and a few poppies and violets. The goddess looked around her until she saw Ares and Argenis in the distance, the god was sitting with a bundle in his arms, Argenis seemed to observe the bundle with great curiosity and seemed to talk to Ares who responded with a loud laughter making the bundle move…

It is conceived

… and laughed tenderly, raising her little arms to touch Ares' short beard…

The child of philosophy

An instinct made the goddess of wisdom approach them, it was the laughter of the non-existent infant who called her but as she approached everything vanished and Athena woke up. The owl-eyed goddess did not expect that the first thing she saw in the morning was the chest of Ares, nor did she expect to feel how the bloody god embraced her in her sleep. For the first time in her life, she felt her cheeks redden with an embarrassment totally different from the previous ones she had felt before, this was one where Ares' actions… did not bother her, rather, the embrace made her feel safe. She took a deep breath and with a shyness typical of her she returned the hug, it was strange but it didn't make her feel bad.

Egg, perfection originated in a nest.

--- Hey, haven't you noticed that your parents are getting along? --- Enyo looked sideways at the gods of war, who were minding their own business with the people of their respective villages, while Argenis fished peacefully in a small river mouth.

--- They have always done it, in their own way but they have done it --- Enyo snorted at the boy's response and looked askance at the duo who always looked as if they were going to destroy each other --- sometimes I feel that I am in their way --- Enyo looked with some concern at the little boy, I am not a warrior, I am not an adult and I am not even an immortal --- Argenis looked at the heroes that Athena was leading and then looked at the warriors that Ares decided to train. .. he felt like a little ant that at any point would be crushed --- and Zeus hates me… for reasons I guess --- Enio wanted to explain to him but how to explain everything that was happening to someone who was not older than 11 years old? --- But my grandmother Hera liked me, in fact, she gave me a big cape with peacock feathers and I plan to wear it when the village celebrates her --- Enyo folded her arms and made a gesture at the mention of his mother, although when Argenis saw his aunt's bad mood he gave her a seabream.

---You know you don't always buy people with fish? --- Enyo took a bite of the fish while the boy watched in disbelief as she ate it raw --- Neither will you be tender and small, at least until you grow up --- Argenis was a little annoyed with the comment, maybe he was 10 years old but he was not a brute and he understood perfectly well how some things worked --- And when you grow up you will be someone strong enough to possibly go on adventures or join an army.

--- Or soon --- Enyo looked at him for a second, watching as Argenis continued fishing with a calm smile and humming a song unknown to her. When Enyo looked carefully, this was the tenth bucket he filled with fish, big and small, he even had 3 nets ready to use.

--- Hey, Nike --- called the Destroyer of Cities to the goddess of victory --- Could you keep an eye on Argenis, I need to… give some observation to the gods of war --- Nike, a little distrustful, accepted the strange request of that goddess and stood next to the boy.

--- Why does Charon demand coins, what does he want them for? --- Nike did not know how to answer, she believed that not even the very souls and beings that inhabited hades would know.

--- Why do you ask? --- the boy just answered with "nothing else" and began to ask other questions. Some for a purpose and some to throw him off.

Stamen, pistil, a single seed.

Athena looked proudly at her old protégés while Ares looked with some jealousy at some heroes, mainly Diomedes and Heracles. The former for being Athena's favorite hero and the latter for being officially declared as Zeus' favorite son, although there was also a third: Perseus. Argenis loved the story of Perseus and it seemed that the story of Argenis had gone all the way to hades since Perseus had told the boy that he admired his cunning in having deceived Zeus.

Athena did not know how to feel about Aphrodite's visits, being at first as a lover of Ares and now as a loving advisor to both of them. She was also grateful that she had decency in front of Argenis and changed the subject quickly; the bad thing is that Argenis is cunning, curious and stubborn, her cunning, his own curiosity and Ares' stubbornness, may Olympus protect him when he does something stupid.

Yes, the child of Earth

--- So… haven't you started to get… spicy in bed? --- Athena almost choked on some ambrosia, causing her to spit it out and her face to turn red at the comment of the goddess who was smiling with a certain mischievousness --- Already a year together and nothing, I'm surprised that Ares has endured so much.

--- Please, Ares sleeps with anything that has a dress and a vagina --- Aphrodite laughed at the comment of the owl-eyed goddess and her reddened face.

Grow up

--- I know, I know perfectly well --- Athena wiped her face while looking sideways with some anger at the goddess of love --- But, even knowing how he is, he hasn't got himself a mistress, he hasn't even come to visit me --- Was it a claim? It did not seem so, rather it seemed to give some credibility to her argument and suggested something else --- Think about it, they know each other intimately and, by the way, give Argenis a little brother or sister --- Athena felt that with Argenis was enough and the thought of the sexual act… made her nervous.

The child of philosophy

Meanwhile, Enyo and Nike were arguing with Ares about the strange behavior of Argenis, who was keeping all the fish in two large baskets, Hera's blanket, three toys made of fine wood, a dagger given by Ares and a shield made by Hephaestus and Prometheus, a gift from Athena. The Moiras watched silently as the boy prepared for his second feat, never before had they seen up close the deeds of the great heroes.

--- A little fisherman will become a great adventurer --- said the youngest of the three, preparing the obols and drachmas for the little boy --- A great warrior who begins to forge his own legend.

--- And, on the other hand --- The three Morias watched as a tired Ares and Athena entered, ignoring everyone and going into the room --- Really, they are so adorable when they get along --- said Lakessis as she prepared Argenis' dinner.

Then

--- And when they find out what their little boy is planning --- Atropos was cutting threads of life, ending today's threads --- If he survives his adventure, they're going to kill him.

The cool of the night was beginning to get a little stronger. Into the room entered both gods of war; Ares stretched lazily as he laid his cloak on a chair, seconds later he proceeded to lie on the bed face down.

Athena for her part let out a sigh, it had been a somewhat tiring day and she had to admit that she needed to lie down, so she did, lying down on the bed while looking at the ceiling of the room.

The lunar sky, the mercurian sky, the venusian sky.

The brown-haired man turned to his left and managed to see the profile of the goddess.

--- What's wrong with you? ---He asked as he put his hands under the pillow to lean back. --- You've been kind of… distracted --- The female turned to her right, her gray eyes met the amber eyes of the god. Was it so obvious that she wasn't feeling well? She let out a sigh again.

--- Do you think we'll ever be able to fix this? --- He answered the god with another question. Ares didn't bother, but raised his eyebrows at the question. --- Do you think… we could go back to Olympus?

--- I don't know, you're the smart one --- He joked a little, but it only made the goddess frown in annoyance. The brown-haired man tried to be a little more understanding? --- I do not know Athena, Zeus must still be very angry and you know it is very difficult to make him see reason… Remember Prometheus --- The female couldn't help but let out another sigh. Ares knew that this one was different, this one was depressed ---Do you miss Olympus? --- He asked her, the brunette put her hands on her belly and stopped looking at the god to observe the ceiling --- Athena?

--- Yes, I miss it. I know, Zeus is angry… But, I need to know how they are doing, not for Hermes to come and tell us about it. I want to see it with my own eyes, I want to walk the halls again and see my other siblings there --- The god noticed that the woman's tone was melancholic, sad, to tell the truth. --- I know Zeus only wants me to be well, but… sometimes he exaggerates, I mean, I came out of his head as a woman, so he doesn't trust me? O… Could it be something else? --- Athena felt that despite her efforts, her father still viewed her with some caution because of the prophecy that the son of Metis had.

--- I don't think it's distrust --- Ares commented as he pulled his left arm out from under the pillow and stretched it out to put his hand on the goddess'. --- Not for nothing are you her favorite. I think that goes without saying; honestly the only thing I miss about Olympus is seeing my mother --- Athena, who had sent her gaze to the brown-haired man's hand, turned to look at him when he said the last thing, reflecting on her half-brother. Zeus always seemed to behave rather dryly with the god of war, she remembered how her father had declared his disownment in the Trojan War, even she felt sorry for him at the time.

And the goddess of wisdom herself, with the time she had spent with him, knew that none of what she might have been told was true, or at least not the vast majority of it. Just the odd detail. She felt embarrassed by the same.

The free hand she had she placed over the brown one.

The solar sky, the Martian sky, the Jupiterian sky.

Their eyes collided and they stared at each other for several seconds.

--- I'm sorry --- Athena confessed and then broke eye contact with her familiar. Ares lifted his head slightly from the pillow at the words and gestures of the female, smiled without being able to help it, turned to lie on his side, but without taking his hand away from hers --- Do you think that Argenis… still has the idea that we are his parents --- She asked to change the subject. She felt that it was not the time to give explanations about that apology, she still felt embarrassed about it. The god, although amused, tried to answer the new question asked by the female.

--- It is obvious. It is what she longs for the most and it is normal Athena. She needs parents and found in us that --- The voice of the god sounded calm, calm, without any hesitation, as when he led a troop of soldiers to war. Athena, on the other hand, changed her embarrassed countenance to one of concern.

--- But… I'm not even a person who deals with children, I don't know how to be a good mother, or a mother for that matter --- Ares, who for several minutes had been watching the profile of the chestnut, pulled away the hand that cradled the fine hands of the goddess and brought it to her beautiful face, making her turn to look at him.

--- You can learn it Athena. Just as you are capable of leading humans to victory in a war, you can be the mother that little one desires --- Her cheeks had turned slightly red. The brown-haired man brushed one of her strands of hair behind her ear --- Although it may not seem so, you have changed your attitude towards him a lot. And I've seen him happy because you already accept that he calls you "mom" --- maybe Ares was not a good match, but he was a good father and he knew that Athena was trying hard to be a good mother even though she had never shown any taste for children. And even the gods didn't know how to be good parents, it's something to be learned by heart.

--- Do you really think I will be a good mother? --- whispered the goddess

--- I would take it for granted --- replied the god, giving a sincere smile to the woman. She returned the gesture in kind. --- If not, I could teach you princess --- Athena quickly wiped the smile and frowned, picking up a pillow and hitting the god with it. Ares laughed a little and defended himself with his left arm, stopping caressing her beautiful face --- Calm down. I'm not kidding, seriously, I can help you to make it easier for you to deal with the little one --- He commented stopping laughing and Athena hitting him with the pillow. She still looked annoyed. Ares settled back on the bed so that he was in a more comfortable position, but still on his side.

The gray-eyed one did the same and settled herself so that she was facing Ares.

The Saturnian sky, the stellar sky, the sky of motives.

--- Speaking of Argenis, haven't you noticed that he is behaving strangely? --- Asked the god again. Athena looked at him for a few seconds.

--- Have you noticed it too? I've noticed that he's paying a lot of attention to the warriors' training, when before he didn't do that ---Ares raised his eyebrows in surprise --- Besides that… he's fishing too much. I've been trying to think why… but, I still can't find any reason why Argenis should do that --- They could live without human food, ambrosia was their main food and drink, so the boy's overfishing was too strange.

--- Overfishing? Training observation? No, I hadn't noticed that. I have seen him write something on a scroll, but I haven't really looked into it…. Besides that, I've seen him talking to his reflection, as if he was having some kind of conversation or practicing what to say. --- The goddess made an astonished face; Ares took a blanket to cover himself as the coolness of the night was turning cold and soon after covered his companion. --- I've also noticed that he looks in different clothes…. Do you think the same thing is happening to him as to Narcissus? --- Ares sweat coldly at the thought that Argenis could end up like Narcissus without even having grown up.

--- I don't think so. This is different --- She replied as Ares finished covering her --- It's something else, but I still don't know what it is --- Possibly it was that the boy had been influenced by one of his brothers, the last words of Ares pointed to Apollo, but he would have to talk to each of them.

--- I think we should talk to him --- Ares suggested, to which Athena nodded, agreeing with the brown-haired man.

The bull continues on into endless eternity

Both gods of war looked at each other. There was no heavy atmosphere between them, instead, it was a calm one, something that had not happened between them. Athena averted her gaze, she began to see the blanket with which they were both covered…. It wasn't two blankets, it was one.

She was not the only one who noticed it, Ares barely reacted to the closeness that the goddess of wisdom had with him… too close. Maybe only 10, 15 millimeters was what separated them. They blinked a couple of times when their gazes met again, after the third blink they both opened their eyes in surprise.

And the face of both of them looked a little flushed…. They were in the same bed! Just the two of them! without any third party (a.k.a. the compulsive fisherman).

When? How? How could they not have noticed this detail when they were so close to each other?

A single organ system

But at the same time, none of them moved. As if the first one to do so would put an end to the peace they had. There was no candlelight, because they had not lit one when they entered the room. The moonlight had been enough for them to see each other without problems. Athena looked down really ashamed and surprised…. It was strange for her to be so close to Ares without having approached him for a fight.

The god for his part also averted his gaze, but it was to the face of his half-sister, he did not deny that she was beautiful, but it was the first time he saw her in such detail. He also saw how she blinked a few times in a heavy way, maybe Morpheus was already doing his job.

A single prepetual motion machine

They had always hated each other, they always talked about how both gods who represented the same thing could not even see each other. Athena always beat Ares and considered him a brute while Ares bellowed about his wounded pride and raged.

It was something eternal, prepetual and close, then? why did it feel so ephemeral and distant?

Hate gives strength but weakens the soul, it is hard but hollow. Emptiness is to feel it but it is understood to have it. But in them? what was the reason? Broken pride? It made no sense.

Ah, it's an empty movement

--- You should sleep now. Tomorrow we can talk to Argenis. --- He suggested as he brought his hand back to the goddess and caressed her face. Athena's gray eyes looked up to see him. She did not give birth to him and he did not stop. --- Calm down. We will find a way to solve Zeus and you will be able to return to Olympus.

--- Thank you Ares --- She commented and brought her right hand so that she could hold it over the hand of the god that caressed her face. Another sincere smile came from her to her companion --- For accompanying me… And to the moiras, although you could have gone elsewhere. You stayed --- It was true that both of them could have stayed "married" and away from each other but… fate is capricious, sometimes not even the gods can help it.

Yes, it's an empty move

--- We got into this trouble together and we'll get out of it together. --- Maybe it was a reflex action, maybe it was those words of thanks. He didn't know it yet, he had just let himself go; he had approached the goddess of wisdom and kissed her forehead. He stopped caressing her face to embrace her. --- Rest, Athena. You deserve it --- The aforementioned did not push the god of war away. She felt she needed that show of affection, so she just rested her hands on Ares' chest and closed her eyes.

--- Also rest, Ares --- whispered the goddess.

Then

Zeus could not sleep, for some reason he felt restless, something had happened but he did not know what. Hera slept peacefully, without any remorse, making him envy her; he was still annoyed with her for having dealt with the little varmint, even loving him as a grandson of her own blood. What about her other grandchildren? She tricked Semele to death and wanted to kill Dionysus, not to mention the children of Hebe, Hephaestus and the others of Ares.

If he couldn't sleep, neither would that little spawn.

He summoned Morpheus to cause him horrible nightmares but the god only replied that as long as he was awake he could do nothing. So the child is awake? That he really wanted to see.

The sky of the Moon, the Mercurian sky, the sky of Venus.

Argenis mounted Arion, which he had obtained thanks to Prometheus and Momo, (who helped him to trick Copreo into keeping him); and put the things in his little cart and with the lighter things tied to the saddle. He saw his home for the last time, gave a little sigh, and departed.

The night, the stars and the horse were his only company. His thoughts wandered until he saw Cloto in front of him, almost giving a scream that would surely wake his parents, but she was smiling at him.

--- Argenis, what are you going to pay with? Forgetful child --- the moira said in small laughs making the little boy blush at what she said, turning around so he wouldn't give her any more buzz, but he felt in his hand a bag full of coins and looked back at Cloto --- the obols are enough but the drachmas will make him not question --- the young woman winked at him and Argenis only whispered a "thank you very much, I'll be back, I promise" and left.

The sky of the Sun, the Martian sky, the sky of Jupiter.

Zeus looked with great curiosity at that exchange that he did not notice Prometheus who was sitting next to him, just watching the little one who had also managed to deceive the aforementioned… and then Prometheus had an idea.

--- A very peculiar little guy, don't you think? --- Zeus let out a small squeak when he noticed Prometheus, causing the titan to let out a laugh that could be heard in almost all the hall of the gods --- Brave as his father and cunning as his mother, but stubborn as both, something to be feared if that remains when he grows up.

--- They are not his parents, he is a human and that's it --- muttered the king of the gods angrily, clenching his fists on the table where he saw the little one. His countenance, young and beautiful, reflected the repudiation he had for the child not only for bringing Ares and Athena closer together but also for having been deceived by him --- he is an easy mortal to kill --- Prometheus felt he had to act quickly before Zeus saw that he had the perfect opportunity to kill the child when he left Thrace.

--- Or prove that the child is worthless --- Zeus looked attentively at Prometheus, willing to listen to his proposal --- Do you know what he is looking for? --- The king shook his head and turned to look at Argenis --- Remember Orpheus? the same thing but with his sister --- Zeus looked at Prometheus and looked at the boy again --- You only have to make Argenis not find the entrance... --- Zeus covered the titan's mouth and looked at the little one.

--- I already know what to do: I will tell him where the entrance is, as he won't believe me he will take another path and get lost, causing both of my children to hate each other again --- Zeus patted Prometheus on the cheek and went off to "divert" the child. Prometheus could only think that fate, and the related gods, was as mysterious as it was capricious. When Zeus left the room with a triumphant face, Hera entered from the other side with a bad temper.

--- Your husband is not cheating on you --- said Prometheus, already accustomed to Hera's face that always bellowed --- Zeus is not in bed, he is cheating on me again --- and the comment made her calm down a little --- But he wants to get rid of Argenis.

-WHAT?!

the sky of Saturn, the stellar sky, the sky of the motives

--- …. after a river, on the left you will see the entrance to hades --- Argenis looked at him carefully, trying to remember everything Zeus told him --- Now, I know you must be wondering why I helped you.

--- Because we are family and a grandfather helps his grandson --- Argenis smiled at him in a sincere way, making Hera and Prometheus let out an "aww" in the hall of the gods. --- Either that or you are really bored up there and only something new could fill your boredom in an adventure where my chances of dying inside hades are huge causing my early death and a lesson for mortals not to venture out at a young age --- commented Argenis with some seriousness until his tone became lighter --- Or I get stuck up there and start counting souls until my parents realize I am gone --- Zeus scratched his chin a little and looked at Argenis again --- Well, good, nice to have talked to you grandfather and to have solved everything, now I must continue my journey.

--- Why do you do it? Forgive my memory, sometimes I tend to forget things --- the king and the child looked at each other, both analyzing each other as if they were going to reveal something hidden.

--- Agnes, you killed her because of me? see you later, I must go --- sadness flooded the little one but his determination made him move forward, ordering Arion to move, until he disappeared from the king's sight.

the bull continues in the endless eternity

--- I think your grandson is more perceptive than I thought --- confessed Prometheus, he knew the boy was cunning but trusting…. well, he didn't know if trusting was the right word --- Zeus' face is priceless - the titan mocked when he saw the king's face.

--- I'm not going to lie, that was weird --- said Hera as she came out of her little shock caused by the boy's words. --- I thought I was going to give him false directions. Will you help him?

--- He thinks that if he tells him the true path, Argenis will distrust and follow another --- Hera thought for a few seconds about what Prometheus had said until a certain truth came out.

--- But Argenis believes in his heart that Zeus is helping him --- Hera sighed in relief knowing that her grandson was at least going to reach his destination.

Prometheus was not going to deny that the plan of the king of the gods, obviously flawed, was better than his own that could have caused the boy's parents to fight. Best of all, this time Zeus had fooled himself, so he would have no punishment to endure again and Argenis would not be lost.

a single organ system

The titan was known as a do-gooder, civilizing figure, making possible the progress of mankind and trying to equalize man with the gods. Also for having deceived Zeus several times and for having saved him from his punishments. Taking all this into account, it was not surprising that Prometheus was fascinated with the son of Ares and Athena; that is, a human who deceived Zeus and did what he could not: get rid of Zeus' punishment.

Actually, Prometheus adored his creation, loved humans and would give everything for them. So Argenis already had someone on his side. Fate seemed to be preparing him for something that could turn very dark, it only remained to wait and see what fate's plans would be.

a single prepetual motion machine

Love, like hate, is a force that moves mountains, but it is fragile. It also causes all kinds of emotions: it makes you enjoy life, feel and express gratitude, have moments of serenity, feel curious and interested in the world, live with hope, be able to feel pride in a constructive way, have the ability to have fun, find sources of inspiration and maintain our capacity for wonder.

But Love and Hate have a limit, an end: Death.

ah, it is an empty movement

Death, an inevitable change, to stop or avoid it is impossible, no one can. And no one can raise the dead, only the gods can.

But Argenis had faith, he had hope, he was determined to leave the underworld with the soul of his sister and achieve what Orpheus could not.

Yes, it is an empty move, it is

But for that, he would have to convince Hades and Persephone. No matter what it took, he would show Agnes his gratitude and love for all she had done for him.

#Inspired by Utena´s song #Atenea x Ares #Athena x Ares #Ares x Athena #athenares #arenea #aresthena #greek myhtology #original character

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