#love how much of a menace eris is

[deathmetalunicorn1]

I think it would be really cute if someone calls Eri is ‘Apple Blossom’ because those are the flowers that turn into the yummy apples she loves (Lucifer or Charlie from Hazbin Hotel)

-You were considered an…usual citizen of Hell, mainly because you didn’t belong there. You belonged in Heaven, but someone was able to kidnap you from Heaven and spirited you away to Hell, hiding you there.

-You managed to slip away one day, running, trying to do whatever it took to hide away from this scary man who had a bird like head, who was torturing you for your unique abilities to rewind things, a healing ability to put it simply.

-It was Charlie who found you, thinking you were adorable, and Vaggie immediately knew that you had been taken from Heaven, telling her girlfriend and the two agreed to hide you at the hotel.

-Needless to say, the other residents of the hotel were quite shocked to meet you, as you were such a sweet and gentle child, despite the pain and torture you endured.

-Angel immediately took you out shopping and when you came back you were wearing matching outfits, as he said you had to always look fabulous!

-Husk did his best to avoid you, not wanting to taint you by accident, but he was surprised when Angel didn’t. Husk always makes sure you have juice, never letting you have any booze, and he will sit there and let you pet his wings, trying to ignore your sweet words on how fluffy he is!

-Niffty adores you, finding you to be the cutest, most adorable thing in existence and she loves when you ask if you can help her in the kitchen. You can always help her, but she makes sure you stay away from the knives.

-Charlie became like a big sister to you, doting on you, teaching you everything she can, which also includes musical numbers, much to Vaggie’s ‘amusement’ but she’s very protective of you.

-Vaggie is like a guard dog with you, she knows that the one hunting for you is still out there, and she isn’t willing to risk your life or safety in the slightest. Vaggie lets you play with her with hair all the time, as Charlie has been teaching you how to braid.

-Alastor was very apprehensive about being around you, he would always send you to one of the others, not willing to deal with you, mainly because he had no idea what to do with a child. He wasn’t mean to you or anything, he would just pat your head softly and tell you to go find Charlie or whoever was in the area.

-You were peeking around the corner, holding something to your chest, looking for the Radio Demon himself, wandering the hotel’s public areas where you’ve seen him before.

-You spotted Alastor up ahead and your eyes lit up, a little smile coming to your lips as you trotted after him.

-Alastor heard your little footsteps, “I thought I heard someone following me. Are you looking for Charlie?”

-You shook your head, “I was looking for you Alastor.” He seemed surprised by your words, bending at the waist, looking a bit menacing but you weren’t bothered, “Oh and why is that my little apple blossom?”

-Your eyes went wide at his words, sparkling lightly before you held up what you were carrying, a crayon drawing of Alastor, holding it out to him, “I wanted to give you this since you’re always so nice to me!”

-He was a little confused, not remembering being nice to you, as he would always send you away, but such is the innocence of a child as he took the drawing, seeing that you did your best to capture his essence.

-His wide smile never left his face as he leaned over and patted your head again, “Thank you Y/N.” you beamed up at him before you scurried off, going back to your drawing supplies so you could make one of Angel next.

-Alastor couldn’t help but look down at the drawing, feeling something, he wasn’t sure what it was, in his chest, as he returned to his tower, pinning the picture on the back of his door before moving to the window.

-What an odd child you were.

#eri reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin husk #hazbin vaggie #hazbin niffty

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Flame of Autumn - Chapter 20

Part 21/26 | Ao3

Eris

The time since the battle of Spring had flown by–it seemed the to-do lists were endless and the days were short. But things were finally starting to even out a bit, and now, on the day of their trip to Dawn for the High Lord’s summit, Eris felt a peace throughout the Forest House that was so wholly good and so entirely unfamiliar. He stood in the opened center foyer, eyes up at the blue sky through the weather-enchanted ceiling. He’d had this feeling over and over the past week–like he couldn’t believe that Beron was truly dead, that this was his life now, not living in the shadows of a monster.

There was so much work to be done, and it would be years of undoing the centuries of damage that Beron had wrought upon the court, but it would be worth it. He was a good and fair fae, and his intentions were to drag Autumn out of the dark and make it a place where fae of all stations would be proud to call home. As Tilly’s hand slipped warmly into his, he knew he’d accomplish it all with her by his side.

“Are you ready to go, love? Your brothers are waiting downstairs.” She laid her head against his shoulder, and her scent filled his nose, suddenly overpowering all other senses.

“Actually, dear, stay right here. There’s something we need to do first; I’ll be right back.” Eris shot down to his brothers, let them know to go ahead with their bags to Dawn, and that they’d be there shortly in time for the meeting. They nodded and winnowed off, Eris racing back up the stairs to Tilly. Her eyes shot to him as he crested the top of the stairs again. He took her hand and began walking, all the while Tilly giggled and followed along.

“Eris, where are we going?” He just smiled.

“I have something to show you.” He led her through familiar but changing halls, his hand never leaving hers. Her bright hair stood out like the shine of a late-fall sunset in a low, braided style, tendrils escaping around her face. He thought she was the most beautiful female he’d ever seen, especially in the low-cut, deep violet dress she had on. He was going to enjoy taking it off of her.

He turned sharply, opening the heavy wooden doors to the throne room and tugged her through, pulling the doors shut behind him as they walked forward in the dark. He pulled her gently in front of him, clasping his arms around her shoulders and pulling her back to his chest as she yelped halfheartedly in the dim light.

She whispered, “What are we doing in here, love?” He pressed his lips to her ear, and he whispered just as low.

“I wanted to tell you I am having a new throne made. I hate this one, and I hate even more the memories that go with it. I’m actually having two made, one for you and one for me” He nodded to the large monstrosity on the dais. “This throne was Beron’s, and he used it for nothing but evil.” It was huge and made of heavy iron, twisted to mimic dancing flames, but looking more menacing than regal in its nature. “This throne will be hauled off before we get back from Dawn, and I’ve requested it be tossed into the sea.”

“That far, hmm? So why are we here to look at Beron’s horrid heirloom one last time?” She said quietly, the words whooshing from her with her breath.

“We aren’t here to look at it, darling.” He practically heard the smile across her face as she understood the implication.

“Well, then. You’d better go sit up there one more time, High Lord.” Her voice was low, nearly a growl in the dim light as Eris released her from his arms and climbed the dais, turning to sit on the throne he’d watched his father destroy things for centuries. Tilly’s eyes were filled with fire, her lips twisted into a smirk as she coquettishly lowered herself into a curtsy, her eyes remaining on his the whole time. Eris leaned back into the throne, spreading his legs out and propping his fist beneath his chin, his elbow resting on the arm of the chair. Curtseying deeply, Tilly’s smirk became a feral grin.

“How may I be of service, High Lord?” Her words were like honey, dripping over her tongue and floating sweetly to his ears. He barely held back the groan that threatened to leave his throat as he beckoned her closer. She approached the throne, her hips swaying with each step, her eyes alight with mischief. She stopped in front of him at the top of the dais, stood between his thighs, her fingers twitching as though she was using everything at her disposal to hold herself back from touching him. He looked into her eyes, and they were devouring him from head to toe. He could smell the shift in her scent, and it cracked the last tether holding him back from her.

He lunged forward, grabbing her plush thighs in his hands and yanking her forward. He’d expected her to yelp with surprise, but instead her mouth was already on his, her tongue dipping into his mouth to taste every bit of him–to claim him for her own. He sat back, pulling her with him until she settled, knees on each side of his thighs tucked neatly into the throne. She ground down on him, and the strangled sounds left both of their throats, echoing into their mouths.

Her hands went into his hair and his grabbed roughly along her hips and ass, pressing her further down onto him as they kissed feverishly, the last coil having sprung free and unleashing them on each other. He tore his mouth from hers to press hot, desperate kisses to her chest as she tipped her head back and moaned. He moved his hands back to her thighs, pressing his fingers into her skin as he pushed her dresses up to her waist, reaching into her underwear.

“Cauldron, Tilly. You’re soaked. All that for me?” He murmured into her ear as she whined low, nodding. “Words, sweetheart.”

“Yes, High Lord.” The plan backfired as the words shot straight to his cock, now straining painfully with the need for release as she ground back down on him against his fingers. He rewarded her by dipping them back into her, closing his eyes and relishing the sound of her keening. There was no preamble as he pushed a finger inside her, thrusting twice and adding another.

“Take what you need, Tilly.” And she did. She rode his hand with abandon, crying out as he lifted a thumb to her clit, rubbing tight circles against her as she writhed. He knew she was close, and gods, he might follow right behind her like a youngling. She was a sight to behold, sitting like a true queen on the throne, and he’d gladly fall at her feet any day. He kissed her throat as he felt her pulse around his fingers, and grazed his teeth over her pulse while she screamed out. “Come for me, High Lady.” And with a scream, she did.

He tried to slow his motions to let her ride out the orgasm, but Tilly wasn’t done with him. Before he could even register the shift, she had her hands on his laces, pulling his cock free and lining herself up against him.

“Tilly, we don’t have to–” But he lost his ability to form a coherent thought as she slid down on him, the still-pulsing flutters within her dragging Eris to within an inch of his life. She’d wrapped her arms around his neck, and now she leaned in to tug his earlobe between her teeth. Eris was a goner. His hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave bruises, the bucking of his hips up into her frantic and erratic with need.

“Take what you need, Eris,” she parrotted back at him, and he could hear the smile on her lips as she said it, rolling her hips to meet his every thrust. He was rapidly losing control of the situation, as he often did with his mate, but he couldn’t find it in himself for even a moment to care. “Mark me as yours, High Lord.” And the thought of it undid him entirely.

He gripped her tightly to him as he went over the edge, her resounding cry echoing through the hall and letting him know she’d joined him. As they came down, held tightly in each other’s arms on the throne that had symbolized so much hate and pain, they let themselves start anew. Their breaths mingled and their hearts slowed to beat as one while they envisioned the new future that was open wide to them.

Tilly

They were late getting to Dawn, rushing through the halls, but they couldn’t stop giggling like children. Tilly wondered if she’d ever in her life been this truly happy. The laughter seemed to bubble up within her, breaking free from her throat unabashed and unrepentant, as if to live on just to spite Beron’s memory, despite the horror he’d wrought upon them. She knew it would take time to recover, but choosing to live and press on and experience every second of joy with the son he’d robbed of the life he deserved seemed a pretty good place to start.

They’d stumbled through the doors of the atrium late, the last ones to arrive, and paused their laughter long enough to have the decency to look somewhat embarrassed. She had to stifle another giggle as she noticed the high bloom of color on Eris’ cheeks, the tousled curls that spilled over his forehead, as he straightened his coat and walked her over to the chairs for Autumn and the amusement of his siblings. Tilly snuck a look to Alanna, the new High Lady of Day, who also appeared to be wrangling a genuine smile. The light in her eyes was almost enough to make Tilly stumble–she’d never seen Alanna so alive, and it immediately brought tears to her eyes. Alanna caught her stare and nodded to her, a somber yet grateful look passing between them. She hadn’t seen Alanna since everything had happened; they had much to catch up on, but Tilly was only happy she’d gotten out safely. So many times in that dungeon she’d worried about Alanna’s safety and hoped she wasn’t suffering, too.

Eris, as always, pointed out the people to her in a low voice as they watched. Thesan and his partner gave a brief introduction for the meeting, followed by Rhysand discussing the recent battle in Spring and the resulting meeting being called. He discussed the transfer of power in Autumn with another look to Tilly and Eris, who nodded back at him in acknowledgment. It felt good to know that, perhaps for the first time, there was real potential for all the courts to be aligned as one truly allied force.

Helion, next to Alanna and gripping her hand with the emotion that only a mating bond could provide, spoke to Tamlin’s partner, Penny. “How did you kill him?” Frankly, Tilly could hear these details millions of times and never tire of them. When she woke from nightmares, she liked to soothe herself back to sleep with the mental imagery of him burning from the inside out, eyes melting, organs popping like sausages over an open flame.

“I burned him with his own fire. From the inside out.”

Absolutely glorious, and exactly what he deserved.

She remembered his hideous, cruel face above her as she woke up strapped to that table. She remembered the way he caged her in the hall. She remembered the scars on Eris. A violent shudder went through her, and Eris’ hand was immediately on hers.

“You okay?” He whispered, low so only she could hear. She gave the briefest of nods.

“I wish I’d seen it.” She whispered back, and he laughed under his breath, giving her hand a squeeze in his but not dropping it.

“Me too.” He continued to hold her hand while the other courts asked Penny questions about her mirroring. She seemed eager and enthusiastic about answering, likely knowing it meant drawing more people to their cause. Tilly had never heard of the ability to mirror like Penny could–she was fascinated, and it seemed everyone else felt similarly. The demonstration of powers with the inventions from Dawn nearly blew her away. She couldn’t imagine how advantageous it would be to have that sort of power in a battle.

When it was all over, Tilly was already aching to go. While her body had physically healed, the exhaustion of the pregnancy had hit her just in time to not give her a single moment of a break. Before they could call the meeting to a close, however, Thesan spoke again.

“Thank you for the demonstration and your willingness to answer questions, Penny. Unfortunately, I think we must all address the pressing issue in the room. I’m sure I am not the only one with reservations about Spring after the last war.”

Tilly knew well of the background with Spring and the last war. Everyone did. But it had also seemed fairly clear to her how Tamlin had atoned for his part in everything. If Feyre and Rhysand of all people could forgive him the way they’d seemed to when she was in Spring, then surely everyone else could too.

“That is hardly fair, Thesan, and you well know it.” Feyre had spoken up, and though Tilly wasn’t very familiar with many of these fae, she saw the relief in Tamlin and Penny across the room, as well as the shock from some of the other courts. “Tamlin not only allowed us to rescue my sister from a Hybern camp, saving all our lives, but he came and fought for us in the final battle. He gave his power without question so that Rhys could live. Or have you forgotten?”

Tilly decided she liked Feyre at that moment–her reputation on the battlefield obviously preceded her, but Tilly felt like, even as a person, she was thoroughly good. They’d gotten off on a rough start–hopefully that could be remedied, especially if she were to become High Lady.

“Everyone in this room has done things they aren’t proud of, but this is about more than that. So my court will be putting petty squabbles and old grudges aside in favor of winning the upcoming war. I hope yours will, too.” Feyre’s words seemed to wave through the room and have the desired impact. She sat back down, and Helion moved to speak.

“I’m with the Night Court on this. Tamlin has shown he is a good male who made mistakes. There is no reason to continue holding what happened with Hybern over his head. Especially if Feyre has moved on.” Tilly wondered how Eris felt about Helion now, moreso now that Alanna was living with Helion, and it had turned out he was her mate. She made a note to discuss it further when they returned home. She felt Eris startle a bit next to her as his mother spoke, too.

“With the death of Beron, we have a chance to truly rule in peace with each other–one force to unite all of Prythian with peace and understanding. Let’s not let anything get in the way of that.” Tilly’s eyes burned violently with unshed tears as the pride she felt for her mother-in-law and friend swam in her chest. She could feel Eris’ emotions, too, ratcheting hers up even higher. Pregnancy was making her emotional about everything.

She focused on calming herself and her tears down as Tamlin addressed the room, giving a sincere apology that seemed to finally reach the ears of all in attendance. Rhysand took the opportunity to implore all the courts to stand together once more to fight for peace in Prythian.

Agreement scattered through the room, and it was decided. They’d meet again in the morning to formulate a plan, but for the night, they could retire. Tilly and Eris and the court had already decided to stay and talk to Helion and Alanna, but she was so looking forward to laying down in a soft bed and lifting her legs up on a pillow. As soon as she saw Alanna coming close, something broke inside of her and she took off, all but throwing herself into her arms and embracing her tightly.

“I am so, so sorry, Tilly. I would take it all from you if I could. No one deserves this, least of all you–are you…Are you–” Her eyes widened and shot to Eris, then back to Tilly, then down to her stomach. “Are you pregnant?” she whispered forcefully. Tilly took Alanna’s hands in her own, smiling and nodding through the tears as Alanna tossed her arms around her again, holding her other arm out blindly for Eris to join, which he did immediately. “My lovely, lovely children. I am so proud of you. So immensely, incredibly happy for you both.”

The Night Court and Spring Court began to walk over, so Eris pulled back and Tilly straightened up, taking a moment to clear the tears that seemed ever-present in her eyes for one reason or another now as Alanna and Helion talked with them. Lucien had come over with Night, and she could tell Eris had his eyes on him. She knew he’d want to talk to him alone at some point–he’d been planning what to say with Tilly all week.

Alanna spoke with Penny, holding her hands and pulling her close, too. Alanna deserved all the happiness in the world, and it thawed something in Tilly to see her so at ease. Penny deserved a veritable treasure trove for giving all of them this precious gift of freedom.

“Alanna and I cannot tell you how much it means to us,” Helion was saying to Penny. “You will always have an open invitation to Day to visit me and the High Lady.” He beamed at Alanna. He then shot a look to Lucien. “Perhaps you can also convince our son to come visit sometimes, bring my grandchild with him, even.” Alanna’s eyes shot to Tilly and Eris with a secretive smile on her lips, a grandmother twice over, now.

“I already told you we will visit.” Lucien said in exasperation. “As soon as the accepted mating bond calms down.” Eris made a face, and Tilly couldn’t help but let another laugh bubble up as she made her way over to Penny. She owed her more gratitude than words could measure, but she hadn’t been up to talking much the previous week. She owed her a proper introduction and thank you now that she felt able.

“While everyone is thanking you for killing the worst male to walk the continent, I must as well. I’m sorry I didn’t introduce myself the other day. My name is Matilda–Tilly. I’m Eris’ mate and wife. We could not be at the battle because I was trapped in Beron’s dungeons. We are eternally in your debt for what you’ve done for us.”

Penny wasn’t quick enough to disguise the horror on her face as she registered that Tilly had been in the dungeons, and Tilly fought the urge to flinch. Maybe she shouldn’t have opened with that. But Penny’s face transformed into one of compassion immediately.

“I hope that we will be good friends and neighbors, Tilly. As I said, killing him was my absolute pleasure.” Tilly felt joy rush through her at Penny’s words.

“We were working on it–apparently not as subtly as we’d thought.” Eris planted a kiss on her cheek, pulling her close and letting his hands slide over her hip to her stomach, his new favorite place to be.

The courts mingled a bit longer, moving across the hall to dinner after a while. They said goodbye to Penny and Tamlin, who were going back to their rooms for the night, and Tilly looked for a place where she could sit. Her exhaustion was all-encompassing, and her leg was beginning to ache again. She found a nice looking couch in the hall where they were all informally eating dinner and mingling, and Eris went to grab her a drink and a plate of food before he had to make his rounds, as well.

That’s where she was still nestled when Gwyn, Emerie, and Nesta found her, shoving an absurd amount of little sausages stuffed into croissants into her mouth. She’d made Eris get her a second plate of them, much to her own embarrassment and his endless amusement.

“Tilly! It’s so good to see you again. How are you healing?” Gwyn plopped down onto the couch beside her, pulling her in for a hug, which momentarily shocked Tilly.

“Good to see you, too, Gwyn. I’m pretty much healed, just dealing with some aches in my leg. Turns out a shattered femur doesn’t exactly heal perfectly, even for us.” Emerie and Nesta grimaced, taking seats on the other side of the couch and the adjoining chair.

“I’m not sure you’ve had a chance to formally meet yet, but this is Nesta and that’s Emerie. They’re Valkyries like me. Tilly is Eris’ wife, as I’m sure you both know.” Gwyn seemed like a talker, which would normally not be the sort of person Tilly was drawn to, but you couldn’t help but enjoy Gwyn.

“It’s good to meet you, Tilly. Anyone patient enough to tolerate Eris is good in my book.” Tilly fought the intrinsic urge to snarl, and instead chose to laugh and plant a smile on her face.

“I could say the same of the Inner Court of Night,” she shot back with a smirk, and Nesta guffawed openly.

“Yes, they’re awful,” she retorted playfully. Tilly decided she liked her.

“So, Gwyn, are you going to be making a visit to Autumn any time soon?” Gwyn blushed a bit.

“I actually did decide I would like to, if the offer still stands. It would be nice to look into my lineage. Azriel wants to come, too, but I know his history with Eris is…less than spectacular.” Tilly couldn’t hold back her smile, though Gwyn grimaced.

“You let me handle it. Azriel will be welcome to come, too. On my honor.” Gwyn’s face lit up, and something compassionate and gracious passed over Nesta and Emerie’s faces, too. “You’re both welcome anytime, as well. We’d really like to make good on the effort to be a more hospitable court now that the pall of Beron is gone.” The females all nodded, and then excused themselves to go get more food, Tilly aiming to fill another plate with those delectable little sausage treats.

She caught Eris’ eyes across the room as he spoke with Rhysand, Feyre, and Kallias. They sparked a bit as she smiled at him, that newly brightened flame flaring out a bit as he made his apologies to them, raising an inviting brow at her then exiting the room.

Was she ever going to tire of this back and forth?

The pull between them was relentless, but Tilly wondered if the mating bond and the hormones weren’t making it more intense for both of them. Tilly quickly said her goodbyes to Gwyn, Emerie, and Nesta, grabbing the plate of sausage rolls, and hauled her skirts in her hand to hustle out of the room behind him, listening to Rhysand’s retreating laugh fade behind her.

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#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #eris x oc #eris vanserra #eris acotar #vanserra brothers #flame of autumn #arranged marriage #allies to lovers #eris vanserra x oc #acotar smut #Eris smut

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zeus & his family

its been a long time since i’ve talked about this, and i don’t even know if i’ve talked about it on this blog - but the time has come to address zeus’ opinions on his family, and how i have always envisioned their relationships.

on his siblings:

hestia is one of the most important people in zeus’ life, and he looks up to her immensely. he is protective of her to an extreme degree, and relies on her a lot for guidance (particularly when it comes to his own emotions). there have been times where this relationship has bordered on a little unhealthy but i think zeus has come to have a much more equal and loving relationship with her.

hades is complicated. in their youth, zeus admired and loved him a lot. as they grew older, and became separated due to duty, zeus’ struggle with his own trauma became apparent. he developed a loathing for hades born not out of spite but out of jealousy. part of him was envious of hades, of how removed he was, how he did not have to deal with the struggles of olympus or the pain that came with it. zeus was damaged and he saw hades so in control of it all (whether or not that was actually true) and it soured their relationship a lot, at no fault of hades. in modern times, i imagine the two have managed to overcome some of their troubles, but its a work in progress and zeus wants to make amends, even if he has a hard time.

poseidon, also complicated, but for different reasons. obviously, there was tension between them on account of zeus’ early days where he struggled to be a fair king, abused some of his power, and was generally a menace. then there’s the coup, where whatever trust they still had in each other was completed shattered. their relationship remained incredibly rocky for a long time, cordial at best and argumentative at worst. but following the coup, and his torture at the hands of typhoeus, zeus makes a very big effort to change. and i think somewhere down the line, they begin to mend. zeus loves his brother, even if poseidon pisses him off immensely.

demeter is one of his best friends, very much so in the only i’m allowed to make them miserable kind of way. their parting after the birth of persephone was initiated by demeter despite zeus’ own wishes, and they became good friends. zeus did what he could to provide for persephone while keeping his distance, and so they are pretty close. i like to imagine that they have a very classic sibling relationship, full of roasts w/ love and bonding over their mutual dissatisfaction at their childhood.

on his wife:

zeus loves her. despite everything they have been through, that he’s done to her and had done to him, he worships the ground she walks on. his affairs were not born out of spite or falling out of love with her, but oftentimes out of necessity or his rather impressive wealth of emotion. i like to imagine that they have reached some level of understanding and that she loves him too.

on his mother:

not much to say here other than zeus is a huge momma’s boy.

on his children:

zeus is not a perfect father. he is extremely flawed. he struggled for a long time with trauma, and paranoia, and fear. it made him emotionally distant, sometimes cruel. but zeus really does love his children - and as with the rest of his family, he has fought very hard since he chose to reform to make things right with them. he has attempted to admit to his mistakes and make them right. he has attempted to reconcile damaged relationships. it varies, of course, from child to child. he has a stronger relationship with children like athena, hermes, artemis, dionysus, eileithyia, or hebe. he has a more difficult relationship with apollo, ares, hephaestus, eris, or enyo.

he does not expect forgiveness, but he is going to keep trying to earn it with each of them, even if he struggles and fails sometimes.

regarding pjo kids: zeus loves them. zeus mourned them, sincerely, was inconsolable for ages when he lost both of them. he does what he can to protect them while remaining distant, because he has learned the hard way that involvement of any kind makes things so much worse for them. but i sort of refuse to subscribe to the idea that zeus has, at any point, been disinterested in their well-being nor that he ever intentionally tries to harm them.

tl;dr: zeus loves his family. that has always been the case, that will always be the case. he is flawed and he struggles and he has not always shown his love. he has hurt the people he cares about. but he is trying, desperately so, and is on his journey to make amends.

#zeus. #headcanon. #save. #i just. have a lot of feelings

[born-to-riot]

Rancor and Risotto Chapter 3: Le Potage

“Hello everyone!” Azriel calls out, silencing the room. Eris takes a deep breath and exhales. He reminds himself that he has no need to be this nervous, he is here to provide backup for his mate, it's not like he’s having dinner with his own family. Eris squeezes Azriel’s hand and steps closer to his side, a silent show of support.

“I’m sure you have met my mate before, but I will still introduce him for the sake of formality. Meet Eris Vanserra, High Lord of Autumn and more importantly, my bonded mate,” Azriel declares smugly, not at all ashamed of the bomb he just dropped on his family.

Little excerpts from the chapter below: 

“Fuck.” Cassian, Lord of Bloodshed, stands in front of them, holding open the door to the House of Wind. 

Eris and Azriel stand side-by-side, looking at the other male blankly. They blink in unison, staring back at Cassian with growing expressions of confusion on both of their faces. The latter of the two has an assortment of fresh bite-shaped bruises on his exposed chest. The former looks as sharp as ever, having heated up a dull blade to smooth out the wrinkles in his suit after Azriel flew him up to the House of Wind. 

Eris also made sure to use the heated blade to straighten out the wrinkles on Azriel’s dress pants, actively ignoring the Shadowsinger’s grumbles about such an act being unnecessary. If this is their official debut to the Night Court as a couple, then that means that Azriel is now technically an extension of Eris’ reputation. As a result, Eris will do everything in his power to make sure the Illyrian menace looks as sharp as possible whenever he has the opportunity to do so; Vanserras always dress to impress. Not that his efforts ended up mattering in this situation, as here he was with his mate, still face-to-face with Cassian, who remained in the same position as when the larger male first opened the door.

Eris can’t help but feel a little disgruntled at the behemoth bat’s greeting, he thought their relationship had progressed a bit beyond on-sight expletives. Lately, whenever Eris runs into the male at various court events, he is always greeted with a warm smile from Cassian and is usually allowed a single dance with the Illyrians' lovely mate. All things considered, Eris’ mind can’t produce the reasoning for why Cassian is still standing in front of the halfway-opened door with a facial expression that resembles how Eris feels when one of his hounds produce a particularly potent excrement. Frankie, the little shit, always seems to find his way into the kitchens and into something that he most definitely is not supposed to be eating. 

Eris squeezes Azriel’s hand and looks over to his mate, who is frozen in ‘assessment mode.’ He has to put actual effort into fighting off his burgeoning smile, Azriel is just so cute. He watches as his mate’s hazel eyes look Cassian up and down, trying to read the other’s body language and assesses his best course of action. Eris cherishes the fact that Azriel is so quick to be on the defensive for him. To be honest, Eris is still not used to having someone in his corner. But now with Azriel by his side, he knows he will never be alone again. Eris feels the tickle of multiple shadows flying up the back of his pants and settling themselves along the usual permanent residents of his arms, ready to strike if need be.

It doesn’t seem like his mate is going to take action right away, which Eris understands as Cassian hasn’t really done anything except for behave uncharacteristically quiet and frozen. But still, Eris finds the General of the Night Court’s behavior to be unusually unnerving. As much as Azriel claims that he doesn’t care what happens tonight, the Night Court entourage is his family and Eris wants to make sure that the other doesn’t lose it all because of him. Anyway, it seems that Azriel has moved on from his ‘assessment mode’ to his ‘watch and guard mode.’ Eris has always admired the Shadowsinger’s patience. He is both appreciative and awed by the other’s ability to be on guard for hours if need be. However, Eris was decidedly not blessed with that same gift of patience, and he is tired of standing here and waiting for something to happen. So, Eris supposes he’ll just have to move things along by himself.

“Hello to you too,” Eris smirks at the long-haired overgrown bat, “Personally, I prefer to be addressed as High Lord Fuck, but I guess shouldn’t expect any proper titles out of an Illyrian Bastard like yourself.”

Tag List: (tell me if you don’t wanna be here) @acourtofladydeath @ofduskanddreams @secret-third-thing @areyoudreaminof @iftheshoef1tz @chunkypossum @queercontrarian @yourlazykitkat @krem-has-a-mess @witch-and-her-witcher

#azris #azris fanfiction #acotar #acomaf #acowar #azriel acotar #azris supremacy #acosf #eris vanserra #elucien #feysand #nessian #vamren #nyx acotar #nyx #feyre archeron #cassian #nesta archeron #elain archeron #azriel

[a-tale-of-legends]

Friendship HC's for team star?

Oooooh a fun one. These are going to be very all over the place, so bare with me here.

The only reason that Giacomo is as passionate as he is about music as he is today is thanks to Mela and Eri. The two girls have been super supportive of his passion, which at the time he was very embarrassed about. Eri especially, who didn't really look at Giacomo's past and shame him for it. Mela's bluntness pretty much made Giacomo really think about himself, and who he really wants to be. Of course Atticus and Ortega are just as supportive of him as the girls, but those two were the bigger ones that pushed him forward. Though, I totally see Atticus helping Gia with his hair lol.

Surprisingly no one, Eri is the mom friend of the group. She looks after everyone and makes sure their needs are taken into account. That being said, team stars( both the bosses and the grunts) all do their best to make sure she's taken care of too. They have forced her to sit down and let them handle any heavy lifting or general labor, just so she doesn't overwork herself. She appreciates them for that, but that does not stop her worrying. They.... aren't exactly the strongest bunch ( physically I mean). Oh, and her and Giacomo are the ultimate planner duo. Eri's kind nature + Giacomo's tendency to overthink equals they will have almost everyone's own taste/likes-dislikes taken into account. ( Eri also makes sure Giacomo doesn't panic so much during that process. He looks cool calm and collected, but he gets really anxious at the chance of doing something wrong, again).

I hc that Ortega wears gloves pretty much 24/7, for a multitude of reasons, one of them being he's pretty sensitive to different textures. So when making the outfits for Team Star, Atticus worked closely with him to figure out what type of fabric he likes ( both for his gloves and the general outfit), and make the clothes with said fabric. Ortega actually paid for all the material for the team Star outfits really. He likes to go on Eri's shoulders. He likes feeling tall :3. Much like Mela, he's pretty blunt and can go feral cat mode if he wants to. He is a Menace and Eri has held him like an angry cat multiple times. He and Mela have the greatest banter btw. Just *chef kiss*. Mela does push him to be more independent though, which he's not totally used to coming from a rich family, but is still appreciative of it. Won't admit this outloud though, he will never hear the end of it.

In general, Mela let's get guard down more around team Star, but Atticus and Eri is where she's more Soft™. Atticus and her are makeup buddies, Atticus letting Mela rant if she needs to. Mela, next to Ortega, are the most likely to start a fight if someone talks ill about her friends. Pray that she doesn't hear you talk about Atticus in any negative way. Though Atticus does think it's sweet, he doesn't really care anymore. Words hurt, yes, but he's the happiest he's ever been, he loves what he's doing, he has amazing friends. So what people think he's weird. From his point of view everyone is, and it's really nothing to write home about. So Mela doesn't get into verbal confrontations about snide remarks about Atticus anymore. She will give the person a mean death glare though. That usually shuts them up. Anyway, back to Atticus, he actually knows sign language, and taught the others it. Eri and him train together, though Atticus is more about dexterity than strength. Either way, they have fun together. They like to call their training sessions together as a " training montage".

Everyone likes to joke about how Giacomo is honestly Just A Guy, mainly due to his chill nature. He takes offense to this. He worked very hard on his image you know! He is not just some guy!!! ( Really, he thinks it's funny. Low-key grounds him a bit, oddly enough).

Okay I think that's everyone.....nah I'm kidding.

To say that Penny was nervous actually hanging out with Team Star irl was an understatement. Girl was terrified. Despite their warm introductions before, she still couldn't help but worry about them seeing her. Everyday. It's nerve was nerve wracking. In a way it made her feel bad, since she's used to hanging out with Nemona and Arven ( and protag/ocs), but the people she knew for longer? It terrified her. The bosses took note of this right away though, and did their best to ease her in, as if she's meeting them for the first time. Eventually, and rather quickly, she just. Melted into the group like she did before. Her room is already crowded as is ( something that Eri is very concerned about) so they can't always just hang out in her room....so they do in Gia's, who's the cleanest of the bunch. It sometimes amazes penny how easily they all talk to each other, how much they make each other laugh despite being so different. But she's not too surprised. Their misfits who stick together. She doesn't say this much, she always gets embarrassed, but she's forever grateful to have team Star in her life <3.

#r answers #pokemon headcanon #hopefully this is good #team star giacomo #team star eri #team star ortega #team star atticus #team star mela #team star penny #pokemon team star

[genderfluideadpool]

i need to dump my saiki k mha au headcanons before i go insane

-kusuos relationship with his brother is much worse. kusuke is way worst than he is in canon, actively being a dangerous horrible menace of a brother kusuos just thinks it’s fine bc he has powers. hes aware their relationship is problematic but he’s also got this mentality of oh it’s not like he can actually hurt me so it’s fine right

-i am such a sucker for poly pk psychics so they are all dating<3 auira and toritsuka have been dating for a bit but they’re both having trouble in the relationship cause they both also have feelings for kusuo. they confess right after ending of season 2 and then somehow akechi gets pulled into it. it’s a whole thing. they’ve all been kinda therapapizing him and letting him know it’s okay to show his emotions more and also realize how toxic his brother is being all the time.

-kusuos canonically loses control of his powers when he’s emotional so i think he would have a lot of issues with dissociating. just because it’s so dangerous if he gets to emotional. the polypkpschics have been to help him with it

-immediately gets adopted by present mic. mic sees him for three seconds and is like😱another to add to my collection. he’s very gay and very married to aizawa and very has already adopted shinsou and eri. mic is also hoh due to his quirk because he has the vibes(quirky adhd they/them who talks too much love you clint)

-kusuo is so autism he’s the most autism ever to exist. he’s the king of masking and the polypkpschics especially akechi try to make him feel comfortable and like he doesn’t have to mask. he hates looking people in the eyes and literally refuses to talk to people without using telepathy. he also physically has a hard time talking because he literally never uses his vocal cords and they’re very weak. his biggest stim is sitting on the floor, sitting perfectly still and listening to music very loudly with headphones. loves that deep pressure but nothing is ever deep enough cause his powers mess with it so sometimes he goes to the bottom of the ocean bc of the water pressure and just vibes for a while until he feels better

#saiki k #kusuo saiki #mha #tdlosk #my hero academia #present mic #autistic kusuo saiki #autism #crossover #my baby

[popjunkie42]

You're such a doll. 🥹❤️

🚀🏷️🎁

I was traveling this weekend so just catching up with fic asks!!

🚀Do you like to outline your fic first or create as you go?

Lol I was just discussing this on Sunday! I absolutely outline but I am definitely a lazy, create-as-I-go pantser with a lot of writing. I'll generally get a big burst of creativity when I come up with a new story I'm excited about and I know the broad strokes of everything as well as a few scenes that come to me. I might write it down, I might just remember it. I like the story to unfold as I'm writing it, and a lot of times I'm solving plot problems and discovering emotional through lines as I write as well. It's a messy process and I love it. :) I will say Psyche-Eros is going to be 60k+ words for part one, and I just did a bonkers detailed chapter-by-chapter outline to keep me on track, so I definitely need it for longer works...

🏷️Is there a tag you like to search when looking for fanfics to read?

Honestly the only thing I search is for new Feyre/Rhysand fics! I'm lucky to be tapped in here and get a lot of recommendations from people. And I've found so many good pieces and writers just by searching for new Feysand fics on AO3!

🎁Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

Ok I shared this a bit elsewhere but I think I've already posted a lot of my fave bits from Psyche-Eros so you get something new :) This is an Azris meeting UTM...be gentle, it is my first Azris.

“And how is your dear circle? Is The Morrigan in hiding from her father? He looks at me strangely every time I mention how much I miss her glowing countenance.”

Azriel was still, a dark storm brewing.

Eris knew. Only in seeing Azriel, in the hard iron bars of his mental shield, had he been able to dredge up their names, bits of their faces, like pulling memories out of sticky tar. Their names felt heavy on his tongue.

“I’m not speaking about them.”

“Won’t you? And don’t you want to know what your illustrious High Lord has been up to? Just this evening I watched him make a low fae dance for hours until his feet were bleeding, and then knock him unconscious so quickly his face cracked on the marble floor. Apparently Amarantha thought he had sneered at her in the hall.” No reaction. “We all knew Rhysand was a bit of a monster, but he truly seems to have found his calling in this place. Who knew he would take to servitude so well.”

The lilt of his voice was a taunt, a plea for reaction. He wouldn’t stand for stoic silences today. “Does he even know you’re here?”

The barest hint of a smile, the corner of Azriels’ lips twitching. His eyes like dark coals. “I came to see you.”

Eris huffed a laugh. “How flattering, that you came Under the Mountain just to needle me for information. You’re like a hungry cat. I should never have fed you. Now you won’t stop coming back.”

A smile, a flash of sharp teeth. Menace glistening in shadow. His dark wings rustled as he pushed off of the table where he had been leaning. His steps indeed like a stalking cat. Until he stood in front of him, his wings casting a shadow over the high lord’s son, the fire crackling and looming behind him.

“I wasn’t hungry. But you fed me anyway.” His leg closer, parting Eris’s knees on the couch. Azriel leans down, his eyes going to Eris’s lips. “Says more about you than me, I would think.”

#acotar fanfiction #acotar #fic ask game

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

hi! I love your posts and I value your opinion a lot! Can you please tell me your opinion about what will happen to Dabi's body once he's saved (if he is)? Like, idk, I think it'd be sad if he's kept alive in that horrible state, I don't think Dabi would like to depend on anyone to live and he will suffer a lot more... I don't want him to die, but I also don't see how he can be saved completely :( help

Okay, the first thing we need to acknowledge here is that when talking about Dabi's body, we are in fact talking about a chronic condition, a disability.

The fact Dabi's living on his own and the way he is maintaining himself is not the ideal. It's been said many times that he shouldn't be even moving or he shouldn't even be alive, as in his condition is so bad they don't know how he is not just dead.

Along with an incredible tolerance for pain (bad), his trauma made him single-minded and he won't stop until he feels satisfied with his revenge on Endeavor. Regardless the outcome, his plan is to die after. He made that very clear.

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With all of that being said and done, if he's saved I think medical quirks and quirks like Eri's are the changing element here.

I don't want Dabi's condition to be magic healed like many other disabilities and chronic diseases. I'd prefer for them to heal Dabi to a point where he's no longer in risk of dying, but he maintains some of his burns and some of the consequences.

If you ask me, counting on Horikoshi's many other heroes and characters with disabilities, this road is probable.

Wars and the hero job have violent consequences to the body and mind, the story is not hiding that. Even if Dabi doesn't want the help of others, he's gonna need it and can't deny it to stay alive. His time to try to completely isolate himself is over. Also he will suffer, because most recoveries come with a suffering factor, but he will eventually get better and be happier.

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See All Might (chronic condition) or Aizawa and Mirko (disabilities). They are living a fulfilling life and even continuing with their job. See Mirio and his quirk recovery, for example. It took time but he got there. If you want to think about villains, maybe Mr. Compress is a good example with his prosthesis (arm) and even AFO was matching kept alive but still a menace.

If he's saved there are many options, depending on what story Horikoshi wants to tell.

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[ on another note : thank you so much for sending this asks and loving my posts! Hope you're having a nice week! ]

#Shan's asks #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #Bnha spoilers #Mha spoilers #Bnha manga spoilers #league of villains #lov #Dabi #Touya Todoroki #Toya todoroki #Shan's bnha opinions #Shan's mha opinions

[cfnobility]

(  𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 ;  eris  )     ⸻     announcing  the  arrival  of  davos  baratheon  ,  lord  of  storms  end  .  known  for  being  courageous  ,  the  thirty  five  year  old  can  also  be  very  aggressive  ,  but  that's  just  the  rumors  of  the  stormlands,  they  whisper  that  he  reminds  them  of  the  heavy  sound  of  steel  against  steel  in  an  endless  battle.  (  sean  teale  +  male  +  he  /  him  )

name: davos baratheon

age: thirty-five

height: 6′0

eyecolor: brown

hair color: brown

birth place: storms end, the storlands

starsign: leo

sexuality: bisexual

titles: ruling lord of storms end, head of house baratheon

FAMILY

father: gendry baratheon (deceased)

mother: teaghan wylde (deceased)

step mother: arya stark (deceased)

siblings: three younger siblings

FUN FACTS

personality type: estp - the entrepreneur

theme song: could have been me - the struts

BIOGRAPHY

house baratheon was born again when davos was born, a strong voice crying through the raging storm outside the castles massive walls. house baratheon is born again with their eldest son. from a young age he was the embodiment of his house, boisterous and full of fury.

sword play was more exciting to him than politics but he had his father and his name sake davos seaworth there to lead him and put things into perspective. he was the face of their family born again. one who would understand the smallfolk and real people, who would be strong and smart.

brave and bold was always who davos was, he was a charmer from a young age. he'd heard it from the people of the stormlands that he was like a young robert baratheon, the one the world cared to remember.

davos spent time in essos fighting with sell swords, he did plenty of learning politics for himself, he wanted to taste battle and he found his way to have that. he stayed until the news of his father's illness reached him.

on his deathbed his father made davos promise that he'd make sure their family lived and lived united. his father was born a bastard and only became a baratheon because his father and uncles helped tear the realm apart. he could never let that happen.

being called to kings landing has been a difficult thing for davos, his family owes everything to the targaryen's but his father's loyalty to house stark and how they helped him first never died. especially with arya stark as his step mother

MORE INFO

davos has always been close to his siblings, very much a typical older brother who loves them but is also a menace

he's known for starting random fights sometimes just so he can work out some anger or because he's just bored

he can be a pain in the ass who struggles at times to take things seriously, he would still rather be in essos or on some battlefield.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

enemies to lovers or annoyances to lovers: literally davos has no desire to marry or anything he's a pain in the ass and has flings he's cocky and can be annoying. it would be fun to have him meet someone who he tries to charm and fails so he just decides that he's in love or someone who's always been in his life and just annoys him but??? you know the vibe

friends: GIVE HIM FRIENDS. he's a bro, be his bro

flings/hook ups/exes: it would be fun to have

#hqcrownsintro #davos | introductions

[prisonguards]

not a prompt necessarily but ive been rotating the idea of hermes getting a (half) sibling. would they be happy? annoyed? overshadowed by the new kid? or would he be ecstatic to have someone to play with? if hermes was named for being a messenger between stratos and sanctuary, what would the smallidarity kid be named?

OMMMMG CRY... THIS IS SO CUTE... a smallidarity kid getting sent back and forth between their empires too... hanging out with Hermes.. sobs..

I think Grians characterization of Hermes being a little angry child is so cute and fun, check out this toddler with RBF lmaao. and with him watching all of Joels fights n stuff too.... the idea of him being a bit violence gung-ho and destructive is so cute. (I need a disclaimer that I havent been watching Sausages season so for any Hermes characterization he puts out Ive been missing it ausgsug) but I think a smallidarity child would also be chaotic LMAO. Im picturing them getting on but also roughhousing a bit and the smallidarity kid being a bit of a crybaby and pitching a bit of a fit any time Hermes takes a toy or smth that they really wanted or wins and fight and Jimmy coming in on the defensive HOT. I think it would be hard and slow for Jimmy and Joel to let go of their rivalry completely and so they would still get into little spats over this and pick sides for the kids LMAO

Thinking abt Jimmy having both the kids over at his empire eventually when theyre in a bit of an inseparable period-- which I think they alternate between getting on so well and getting VERY irritated with eachother. I think Hermes being older and having very many big brother traits, getting annoyed when he has to take care of/hang out with his little sibling who is soooo much lamer than him. cause theyre a baby. but also being very protective and doting when he wants to be and relishing in being admired and worshiped as the cool big brother LMAO. wonder which dad he got that one from. ANYWAY BACK TO THEM BEING IN TUMBLE TOWN. I think they would be little destructive menaces and Jimmy would get frustrated and get all mad at Joel like ur son is a bad influence!! and have a bit of a struggle getting over his Hermes resentment but he sees them playing well together and how much Joel loves both of them and it softens him a lot... hes really busy and pretty hotheaded himself and doesnt really seem ready to be a dad at first but Joels got more experience and is willing to help him through it and take the kids for longer if Jimmy needs some peace and quiet for once and like... the kid is good for both of them, what they represent and the good and care they bring out of the two of them... it helps a lot. like I said earlier I think Jimmy would also pick up that FIERCE defensiveness over their kid that Joel has over Hermes. hes like Ugh these kids are driving me CRAZY theyre destroying Tumble Town but if anyone insulted them hed get like but theyre MY crazy kids!!! also Im just picturing a soft moment where the kid is just a baby and is crying. SO MUCH. and Jimmy holds them for a bit and they just.... calm down quickly and fall right asleep in his arms and just UGHJHHH. Jimmy being like *puppy eyes full of love and wonder* abt it and Joel. AND JOEL.. just seeing this soft side of Jimmy with THEIR CHILLLDDD. AUGH. drops dead. just absolute fall in love all over again moments

name-wise... you sent me on a bit of a wikipedia hop for other greek gods. I wanted specifically a relevant name meaning but not super caring abt the actual ~lore~/history too deeply, tho it could be a plus. at first I thought Eris would be fun name because of discord and conflict and rivalry but as this child is a symbol of moving forward in their relationship and putting their arguments behind them, her counterpart Harmonia sounded much better plus I like her parentage. Hermes and Harmonia... adorable. I think they would be very chaotic kids. I want Harmonia to be kinda quieter/shyer on impulse but I think with their family makeup it wouldnt really work like that LMAO. since theyre younger/smaller than Hermes I dont think they could win fights often when they learn they can get their way with words/by pitching fits.... its over for everyone.

if Hermes is a child born of an armor stand, then Harmonia would be one sculpted out of terracotta

#I have baby fever rnIm so crazy #prisspeaks #smallidarity #Ill just post anything #thank you for this ask anon I appreciate u sm!!!!!!!!!!!!! it did cheer me up on my bad day tyyy <3 #asks

[virtue-and-beneviolence]

Thank you for being a friend

Ran is used to being taken care of not taking care of others but he tries anyway when you get sick.

Note: I'll never not giggle at this dumbass title don't judge me it'll make sense and yes, it is what you think it is. // No idea of a word count, barely reread. // gn reader. Ran is so young and dumb here and I love it. Oh, and feel better Eris.

Ran is panicking and dear lord is it bad for his skin.

Since he arrived from a short day of work to find you near comatose in bed, he's been pacing, thinking of how to deal with sick people. He's sure he's never been less ready to deal with an adult thing in his life. Look at his hands! Softer than a baby's, accustomed to only the finest french lotions a minimum of 6 times a day; they weren't made for the frantic hand washing that came with nursing a sick person back to life.

And still he knew he had to do something. So he did what any rational person would do: he referenced every sitcom episode with a sick character.

That's how he ended up at your bedside with his precious hair pulled back, donning a mask and single use lab coat (who'd have known they were just as great for self defense from mystery illness and they are for cleaning crime scenes).

Ran knew what he had to do. He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead, then his other to your clammy forehead. You were warm. Really, really warm. He guessed this is what his nannies meant when they told him he was "burning up" on the rare occasion that he did fall ill as a child. He peeled his hand away from your forehead and touched your cheek next, alarmed to find it just as hot. He let his thumb stroke a few circles on the feverish skin of your cheek, temporarily forgetting the grave situation he-you!- were in.

Time was of the essence, his baby lay practically dying in his arms! He forced down nerves in favor of foolhardy confidence. He had done his research. With what Ran could only assume was surgical precision, he dipped a towel in the ice water bowl he prepared and with the dripping hand towel pinched between the pointer finger and thumb of each hand, he lay the soggy fabric across your whole face.

Then, finally, a sign of life.

He stubbled back and fell on his ass when you jolted to life as if electrocuted before groaning in pain from the severe exertion it took to sit up and throw the offending piece of cloth against the floor with a splat.

"Ran what're you doing?" Your voice was thick and disoriented. It sounded forced for your chest, riding the waves of shuddered breaths.

"You're sick."

"So you're waterboarding me to finish the job?"

He flushed slightly. "If you'd let me get back to it, you might find out." Something at the pit of his stomach warmed with relief that you weren't so far gone that you couldn't indulge him in at least a short playful exchange.

You slumped back down, slowly and in very obvious discomfort. "M'so cold, Ran."

With furrowed brows he places his hand on your forehead. "But you're burning up?"

"Fevers... do that?"

"...Of course."

Not keen to further advertise his inexperience in caring for the health of another, he retrieved a mountain of blankets. When they didn't warm you fast enough, he (very awkwardly, as any tall man might) climbed behind you in bed. Now, much too occupied with your comfort to be much bothered by the stickiness of sickness that clung to you. With his back against your best of pillows to keep you propped up and breathing and warm legs down your sides, you did warm up quickly.

"Hurts so bad." Your voice was nothing but a groan. Overtiredness and pain weighing your usually light tone down. He'd never heard you sound this sad, this pained. You were his quick-witted spitfire, his sass, a menace, just like him. He didn't know how to cure you. Nursing was rather opposite to his specialty in life, but he did know, from first hand experience even, how painful staying too long in bed could be.

So he found a way to be helpful that felt perfectly suited to him.

His fingers met the aching muscles of your neck. He massaged away pain from your shoulders and arms, leaving you sighing with relief. When you complained of being too warm he stripped away the blankets and continued his massages down your legs, stimulating circulation and easing the achiness that comes with nightmarish fevers.

Ran closed the door to your shared bedroom softly, seeing you finally sleeping again.

He phone rang.

He clamored clumsily to answer, not willing to risk your well deserved slumber.

Rindou. Just the guy he needed.

"Rin!" He whisper shouted, cupping a large hand to direct his voice to the phone, "Rin you have no idea how sick y/n is and I don't know what I'm doing. I trusted the Golden Girls and I think they failed me. I just got them to go to sleep but what do I do now?"

"Ran. Fuck. Calm down. What kind of sick are they? Bring water and food."

"What... kind of sick?"

"Sinus, chest, stomach?"

"I-I didn't ask!"

Cue an unsurprised but no less disappointed sigh. "You idiot, I'll send some soup over to your place. You can't really go wrong with soup."

Ran let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Thanks, Rin."

"Sure." A moment of silence passed before Rin spoke up again. "Your first instinct was to go to the Golden Girls for medical advice, Ran? Really?"

Ran needs to work on his life skills.

@feitania feel better 🥺 your man's is trying

#there is nothing llfunnier to me than ran not knowing how warm a fever is #and comparinf your forehead to his #he's such a moira rose #id have referenced alexis' flu episode specifically if it wouldnt have been extraordinarily anachronistic #as if that matters at all. #anyway hed have referenced the golden girls flu episode parks and rec that one rugrats episode and ofc schitts creek #he keeps it all together until you fall asleep then hes back to a blubbering mess lmao #haitani ran #ran haitani fluff #haitani ran x reader #haitani ran x you #ran haitani

[kingofsummer93]

Ex Luna Scientia

Summary:

Lucien Vanserra, seventh son of the Minister for Magic, is as loved by his peers as he is hated by his family. But behind the charm and irreverence hides a secret, as dark and menacing as the scar on his face.

Elain Archeron, middle sister in a trio of muggle-born witches, has only one wish: for someone to truly see her. Because when she sleeps at night, she can see it all.

Or- an Elucien at Hogwarts AU.

Chapter 5: The Full Moon

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Six years previously

Helion clutched the parchment so tightly that it wrinkled in his grasp. The words were blurring in front of his eyes, his office was shifting around him. Words and phrases rang through his mind over and over again, piercing through his stunned fog.

My youngest….

Smart, sweet, a bit of a trouble maker, but kind, and good….

Please….

I’m afraid of what he will do to him…get rid of him…

Please…not his fault…

He would be safe at Hogwarts…

Helion’s fingers tightened so much that the letter was no more than a mass of paper in his grip. He stood up, storming to the closest window, his heart racing.

Lily. Lily. His love, his…everything. Her son, her youngest, just a boy….

Helion was shaking, quivering from head to foot. It was horrible, horrifying, heartbreaking. But she had come to him for help.

Helion’s vision shifted as he stared out his office window. Suddenly he was back at Hogwarts, awkwardly asking Lily to join him on the upcoming Hogsmeade visit. They had gone, and then they had unofficially been an item, holding hands in the halls and snogging in broom closets.

But young hearts are willful, and their romance had been littered with speedbumps. If it wasn't him breaking up with her, then it was her, yelling at him that she never wanted to see him again. They had always made up, of course, as passionately as they had broken up.

It had continued into their adulthood. Until one day, Lily attended an event at the ministry of magic, where she had recently been employed. Beron Vanserra had been several years older, and already well on his way up the ladder of the ministry. Lily had been swept away, and Helion had been unable to do anything but watch from the sidelines as the love of his life slipped out of his grasp.

They had severed all contact for more than a decade. And then one year, at the Sorting Ceremony, the name Vanserra, Eris! had been called. That mop of ruby-red hair had shocked Helion to his very core. The Sorting Hat had seemed to take a particularly long time with Eris, and it seemed almost reluctant when it finally called out Slytherin!

Helion had desperately wanted to hate the boy, but Eris was smart, and clever, if a bit shifty and self-serving. The hair, though. The sight of that hair was unbearable. It brought on memories that he could feel viscerally- the feel of those thick, red curls in his fingers, those russet eyes twinkling at him with mischief and love.

It started with an owl. Helion couldn’t help it, he had to hear from her that she was happy, and cared for, and content. Otherwise the sight of that red hair would drive him mad. The knowledge that she had other sons on her way to Hogwarts made it even worse. How was he meant to sit there and watch those boys who looked like her but acted like him…

She had replied to his letter right away, and he had held the parchment to his nose, inhaling her smoky, rich perfume. On and on it had gone, trading letters so quickly and frequently that his owl started getting cross with him.

The letters started off friendly, How have you been, your boy is doing well in lessons, etc, etc. And then they were reminiscing about the past, and slipping back into their old banter, and the desire to see her became a physical pain. He’d reasoned with himself that it was simply a friendly visit between old school friends.

But of course it wasn’t, and of course it wasn’t just once. They had continued their affair on and off for the next four years. Helion lived and breathed for her next letter, her next visit, however brief and clandestine they were.

Stay with me, he’d ask, every time. And every time Lily would shake her head sadly, her russet eyes filling with regret. Beron had become Minister for Magic by now, and it wasn’t that easy. She had her boys to think of.

And then Beron had found out, and Helion’s whole world had come crashing down. Lily had come to see him one last time, and this time there was no light at all in her eyes. The sight of those bruises had made Helion see red. So cleverly placed, where nobody would see. He had been halfway to the door with his wand already drawn but Lily had pleaded with him to forget about her.

She had to stay with Beron for her children’s sake, she said. She was afraid of what he might do if she tried to leave him. I’m afraid he might actually kill me…

Helion had snarled at that, and had been a moment away from apparating directly into the ministry and blowing that bastard to bits, when Lily had laid a hand on her stomach. She was expecting their seventh child, another boy. Something had sparked in her eyes then, her love for her unborn child so fierce already that it took Helion’s breath away. And so he had let her go, and he had hated himself for it every day since.

And now this letter, after all this time. Helion’s heart was cracking into a million pieces at the thought of that boy. He sounded so like his mother that it made him choke up.

It was wildly unfair, and cruel. The world would never accept him if they knew. Of course Beron would keep it quiet, his career would never survive the scandal that something like this would cause… But to go as far as to plot the death of his own son…

Helion made up his mind then. He would do everything in his power to help Lily’s boy. It wasn’t Lucien’s fault- the world had dealt him a rotten hand, and topped it off with a father who hated him. Helion would give him a place at Hogwarts, and the chance to be a normal teenager.

It would take some clever planning, however. They would tell as few people as possible. Some of the teachers would need to know, but not all of them. His head of house, certainly, and Madam Majda. But how, and where…

Somewhere secure, where he wouldn’t be a danger to himself or others. But close enough that Helion could intervene, if something happened…

Helion was still staring out the window, lost in thought, his gaze sweeping over the grounds. A bird flew into the whomping willow, and the tree struck it down with a great twak of a gnarled branch. Helion tutted in sympathy for the poor animal. Quite dangerous, really, the whomping willow. He’d thought about getting it removed, but it was quite a valuable landmark.

And then an idea started to form in his mind, and his lips quirked into a smile.

—

The only thing that anybody could talk about on the first day of term was the Tri-Trials Tournament. It seemed like every single conversation at breakfast revolved around predictions of who the champions would be, what the trials would entail, and what people would do with the prize money.

Lucien’s dreams had been filled with cheering crowds, a gleaming silver cup raised high in his fist as he stood before the school, Gryffindor Champion. He didn’t care so much about the prize money, but it was a nice bonus. Perhaps he could donate it to St. Mungo’s.

“What do you reckon, Lucien? You entering?” Cassian dropped into a seat next to him and loaded his plate with eggs and bacon. “I definitely am. It’s my last year, what a way to go out with a bang.”

“Definitely,” Lucien replied with a grin. “I wonder who this impartial judge will be? If it’s a woman then I’m in, for sure…OW!”

Vassa cuffed him on the back of the head, rolling her eyes. “Seriously though, between N.E.W.T courses, prefect duties, and quidditch, you don’t think adding something else might be too much?” Her vivid blue eyes were wide with genuine concern. Lucien understood her unspoken subtext. What she had meant was you don’t think adding something else will be too much- considering you spend one week each month cranky and tired and sore?

“Nope,” Lucien said, avoiding that accusatory gaze and shoving a fried egg in his mouth. “Besides, we get free periods this year.”

“You’re just jealous because we can’t enter,” Tamlin quipped. “Besides, I can’t imagine that the trials will involve studying, do you? It sounds more like, show up and battle something dangerous,” he mimicked a few boxing moves, spraying scrambled eggs all over the table with his fork.

“Exactly. Lucien can take on a few magical creatures, can’t he?” Jurian added, his brown eyes shining with humor.

Tamlin snorted, hiding his grin.

“That reminds me,” Lucien cut in, swiftly changing the subject. “Training schedules. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays, five to six.” He reached into his backpack and handed his new training tactics to Tamlin, Jurian, and Cassian. Vassa tuned them out as she always did when the subject turned to quidditch.

After breakfast Cassian departed, still poring over Lucien’s notes, but Lucien and his friends stayed behind. The distribution of their timetables was a bit more difficult this year, as their head of house had to make sure they had received the appropriate O.W.L. grades to continue with their chosen N.E.W.T. classes.

Tiny Professor Amren, who taught Defense Against the Dark Arts, was making her way down the table, checking her notes on a long scroll of parchment. When she reached Lucien and his friends she stood on the bench so she could be eye-level with them.

“Let’s see here, Mr Jurian. Charms, fine, Ancient Runes, Herbology, Potions. I was very pleased with your “Outstanding” in Defense Against the Dark Arts. I see you haven’t applied to continue with Transfiguration?”

Jurian’s gaze went steely as he looked up at the staff table. He had never quite forgiven Professor Amarantha for the time she had punished him by transfiguring him into an eyeball in front of the whole class.

“No,” he said simply.

Professor Amren sighed. “Very well, here you go, then.”

Jurian grabbed his timetable and with one last murderous glance at the staff table he and Vassa set off for Ancient Runes.

“Now, let’s see, Vanserra, Vanserra. Excellent marks all around. Four “Outstandings”, very impressive indeed.”

“Show off,” Tamlin muttered with a grin.

Professor Amren either did not hear or chose to ignore him. “Let’s see. Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions. I was surprised to see you wished to continue with Divination? I thought you wished to become an auror? Divination is not a necessary N.E.W.T if that is still your chosen career path.”

Tamlin snickered, and Lucien shushed him with a swift kick under the table.

“Well, you know. It’s good to keep one’s options open.” He couldn’t help a quick glance at the Hufflepuff table. “It’s still shared with the Hufflepuffs, right?”

He tried to keep his tone casual but Professor Amren cut him a sharp glance and handed him his timetable wordlessly. It was no secret that she was a skeptic at best when it came to divination.

“Very well, then. You should hurry to the North Tower then, you have it first thing this morning.”

Lucien grabbed his timetable and his bookbag. “I’ll see you at Charms!” he called to Tamlin, who had categorically refused to take Divination with him, along with Jurian and Vassa.

He crossed the Great Hall, breaking into a jog as he caught sight of a mass of golden brown curls disappearing into the Entrance Hall.

“On your way to Divination?” he asked with a grin as he caught up to her halfway up the marble staircase.

Elain looked at him suspiciously. “Yes. On your way to terrorize some helpless first years?”

Lucien clapped a hand over his heart. “You wound me, Archie. I thought we were friends now?”

Elain simply ignored him and continued to climb the stairs towards the North Tower. “Are the twins not taking Divination?” Lucien asked, scanning the hallway for Elain’s faithful shadows.

“No,” she said, once again looking at him with suspicion. “Why do you care?”

Lucien grinned broadly, showing her his timetable. “We can be partners!”

Elain stopped in her tracks, causing a tiny first year student to bump into her and nearly fall to the ground. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

Lucien’s grin widened. “Absolutely not. Why would I be joking about my education?”

“You hate divination,” Elain continued, her tone accusatory. “You and Tamlin spent all of last year napping in class. How did you even pass your O.W.L.?”

In truth Lucien had been wondering about that.

“I have no clue whatsoever,” he said truthfully. Elain scoffed. “But maybe you can look into a crystal ball and tell me?”

“You know Divination is about seeing the future and not the past, right?” she asked drily.

Lucien widened his eyes comically. “Huh! In that case it really is a miracle that I passed the O.W.L….”

Elain didn’t bother responding to that, and she walked the rest of the way to the North Tower in silence. When they reached the trapdoor that led to the Divination Classroom she yanked down the step ladder and climbed up ahead of him. Not for the first time Lucien wished that their school uniform included short tartan skirts for girls instead of robes, like the muggle schools that Vassa talked about.

As soon as he emerged from the stepladder the scent of incense filled his nostrils. The divination classroom was a round, stuffy room and the perpetually burning fireplace and cloying incense made it even more so. There were little round tables, floor cushions, and squashy armchairs- some of which, as Elain had reminded him, were excellent for a nap. The windows were draped in shawls, and something about the dim light, combined with the armchairs, always made his eyelids droop, no matter the time of day (or time of month, for that matter).

So few students had chosen to pursue Divination at N.E.W.T. level that the sixth year class was shared with students of all four houses. There were only eight students total, and for a brief moment Lucien regretted his decision. It would be harder to take a cozy nap unnoticed with this few students.

A breathy, lofty voice near his ear made him jump. “Mr Vanserra,” Professor Suriel had slunk out of the shadows, wrapped in layers of tasseled shawls. “What a surprise. I thought you were most disapproving of my subject?”

The teacher grinned at Lucien, and a little shiver went down his spine. Something about Professor Suriel always gave him the absolute creeps.

“I didn’t know it was possible to be surprised when you have the power to see the future,” he replied, tilting his head in mock confusion.

Professor Suriel smiled at him tightly. “Five points from Gryffindor for sass, Mr Vanserra.”

Lucien shrugged, and dropped into a squashy floor cushion as Professor Suriel started calling the class to order.

“The fates have informed me that your examination in June will involve the orb,” the teacher started, taking her position in front of the fire. “Therefore I am anxious to give you sufficient practice…”

Lucien snorted, and hastily turned it into a cough as Elain turned to glare at him. The Professor’s voice turned into a background hum, and Lucien relaxed into his floor cushion, his eyes fixed on the mass of curls in front of him. He leaned forward slightly, hoping to catch a drift of her sweet, flowery scent, but the incense in the room was too strong. He could remember it though, sweet and flowery and fresh, like a picnic in a garden.

A picnic in a garden. Maybe the next time he asked her out he should suggest a picnic…

Elain turned around again, so suddenly that her hair whipped him in the face and Lucien leaned back in surprise, clearing his throat sheepishly. “What?” he asked, as she continued to stare at him.

“We need partners,” she said, very slowly, as if she thought he had gone mad. “Everyone else is paired off already.” She did not seem very glad about this.

Lucien smiled widely. “Excellent!”

Elain sighed a long-suffering sigh and led him to a nearby table, pulling two crystal balls from a nearby shelf.

Thirty minutes later Lucien had seen nothing but milky-white mist, and was in danger of dozing off again. Elain, however, kept making furtive notes in a notebook as she pressed her nose directly against her crystal ball.

“Are you actually seeing anything?” Lucien asked suspiciously. As much as he enjoyed being near Elain, he had to admit that Divination was a lot less fun without Tamlin to invent crackpot theories with.

The look Elain gave him was nothing short of scathing. Lucien’s pulse increased a few paces. Fuck she was so pretty when she was mad at him.

“If you actually looked instead of just running your mouth you might see something, too.” With that she pressed her nose back to her orb.

“Maybe mine is defective,” Lucien declared, scooting his chair closer to her and leaning down towards her crystal ball.

For a split second their faces were inches apart, and Lucien had a brief fantasy of leaning further still, and pressing his lips to hers…

But then she huffed in frustration and moved her own chair, hiding her face behind his abandoned crystal ball. Was he dreaming, or had her porcelain cheeks turned the most delicious shade of pink?

“It’s not the orb, it’s you,” she said from behind the crystal ball. “I can see something clearly.”

“Actually?” Lucien asked. He looked into the orb in front of him, but all he could see was that dense, swirling mist.

“Yes,” Elain said. Professor Suriel had floated over excitedly to peer over Elain’s shoulder. “An animal,” she continued. “Something large…a wolf, maybe?”

Lucien’s heart rate picked up again, but not with arousal this time. Professor Suriel glanced at him for the briefest of seconds before turning towards Elain again.

“Or a large dog?” Elain was saying, her voice hushed with concentration.

Professor Suriel gasped. “The Grim.” The teacher’s voice was hushed.

Lucien couldn’t prevent his snort this time. Professor Suriel saw the omen of death at least once per class.

“No,” Elain shook her head fervently. “It’s more…skinny. Large, but tall, with long arms and legs…”

Lucien was suddenly nauseous. Could she really be seeing…

No- the crystal ball was nonsense, maybe the fumes were getting to her head and she was seeing things. Come to think of it, maybe the fumes were responsible for all the visions that Professor Suriel claimed to have?

“Maybe it’s Fang,” Lucien quipped.

“What is a Fang?” The teacher asked curiously.

Elain didn’t bother replying, and she spent the rest of the class studiously ignoring him.

—

By the end of the first week of term, Lucien had a pile of homework, a black eye from getting a bludger in the face during quidditch practice, and he was, predictably, bone-tired and crankier than Professor Amren on a bad day. He could hide it well enough in front of the other students and teachers, but he didn’t bother to pretend when it was just him and his friends.

They took it in stride, letting him snap and snarl at them to his heart’s content. He’d punched Jurian and Tamlin more than once over the years for daring to look at him in what he’d in the moment considered to be an offensive manner. He always felt bad about it afterwards, of course, but they merely shrugged and took their revenge by aiming more bludgers at him during quidditch practice.

By Saturday he was too exhausted to do anything but lie in bed and wait for nightfall. Vassa brought him food at mealtimes (heavy on the meat, extra-rare) and ate with him, sitting on his bed cross-legged. When she brought him dinner she was accompanied by Jurian and Tamlin, who were preparing an itinerary for that night’s escapade.

Lucien inhaled his bloody steak and then slumped back on the bed, hiding his face behind his beat-up copy of Flying with the Canons. He was drifting off to sleep, watching as Joey Jenkins of the Chudley Cannons sent a Bludger towards a Bellcastle Bats chaser, when Vassa shook him gently by the shoulder.

“It’s time,” she said gravely, her eyes fixed on the darkening sky outside the window.

Lucien’s stomach turned, the steak suddenly churning in his gut. He stood up, his gaze turned resolutely away from the window.

He let Vassa hug him as he moved towards the door. Tamlin and Jurian both clapped him on the shoulder. Their eyes were somber, though Lucien could see the excited gleam in there, too.

It was all right for them, Lucien thought bitterly. They weren’t the monster here, they had control over their bodies…

He shook those thoughts from his head as he made his way down into the common room and out the portrait hole. It wasn’t fair to think like that, and he had never said anything like that aloud. But still, the thoughts always slithered back in, oily and thick and vicious, and afterwards Lucien always felt sick with betrayal.

A few people called out to him as he made his way to the infirmary, and Lucien did his best to smile back and act normal. If anything, he was grateful for the black eye for hiding the deep shadows under his eyes.

Madam Majda was waiting for him when he arrived at the infirmary. When he had been younger she had always accompanied him, but for the past three years he had insisted on going alone. She still made him come see her first though, and he accepted the tonic she gave him gratefully. It did little to numb the pain, but he was grateful for it regardless.

“I’ll be there at day break,” she told him. Lucien knew this, but she kept reminding him every time. “You should go.” She glanced at the window nervously as she said it. Lucien couldn’t blame her for that.

He smiled at her weakly and mumbled his thanks, before setting off down the hallways again. The corridors were empty by now, all the students having returned to their common rooms after supper. He didn’t even so much as encounter a ghost as he exited the castle and walked towards the whomping willow. As he approached the tree came to life, slashing the air angrily in an attempt to ward him off. If only it knew, Lucien thought sarcastically. If only it knew what it was actually protecting.

With a flick of his wand a long branch lifted off the ground, hovering in front of him. Another flick and the branch flew towards the tree, poking the knot near the base of the gnarled trunk. At once the slashing branches froze. Lucien wasted no time before hurrying to the concealed entrance to the tunnel. The tunnel was dark and damp, the ceiling so low that Lucien had to bend over double as he walked.

“Lumos,” he whispered. The tip of his wand illuminated the dark passage in front of him, the path well-worn from years of these nocturnal visits.

It would have been creepy and menacing, if he hadn’t been fully aware that he was the thing to be afraid of. There were no monsters here except for him.

The tunnel eventually widened, and Lucien climbed out of the passage and into a messy, dilapidated room. The wallpaper was peeling from the walls, there were bits of broken furniture everywhere, and the air was thick with the scent of rot and decay. Lucien made his way to the foyer, where a rickety staircase led to the second floor. He entered the closest bedroom and slumped onto the moth-eaten four-poster bed, coughing as dust rose in a cloud around him.

He was out of breath by now, his usually nimble body heavy and leaden. He slumped back on the bed, and he waited.

—

It had been Vassa who had discovered his secret, in the middle of their second year. She had told Jurian and Tamlin first, and the three of them had confronted Lucien together. They had prepared evidence. Charts and calendars and lists of symptoms, and even a photo. Vassa had taken it with her muggle camera, and something about the fact that the figures weren’t moving in the photo made it even more creepy. It showed Lucien being escorted by Madam Majda towards the whomping willow, a long stick in her hand.

Lucien had been too ashamed to look his friends in the eyes. Tamlin especially, his loyal friend who had come to sit by his bedside in St. Mungo’s. The grief he had felt in that moment was so sharp and deep that his remaining natural eye had filled with tears. There was no use denying it, not with the evidence they had.

He missed them already, missed the feeling of belonging and normalcy that being part of a group gave him. There was no way they would remain friends after this, he knew, but he would always cherish the year and a half they had had together. So absolute had been his despair that he hadn’t heard the end of Vassa’s speech.

When he had at last lifted his eyes and opened his mouth to beg them not to tell anyone, he had found all three of them looking at him with wide-eyed excitement. Tamlin was rifling through a book (a rare sight), and Jurian was going on about animals that were “appropriate”. A wolf, or maybe a mountain lion, he’d quipped, winking at Lucien. Vassa was saying something about a bird of prey, something fast and swift, but small enough to reach the knot unharmed.

“What?” he’d asked stupidly, his throat tight with unshed tears.

“Animagi, dummy!” Vassa had replied, rolling her eyes with exasperation. “Did you hit your head or something?”

“You…what?”

“Maybe he got whacked by the whomping willow last month?” Tamlin had asked, peering at him in genuine concern.

When Lucien had finally understood what they were saying he had broken down into tears. His friends had merely laughed at him.

It had taken them almost three years and countless sleepless nights to accomplish it. And then one night, near the start of term last year, they had dragged Lucien into the boy’s dormitory and shifted in unison. Lucien had blinked as a giant mountain lion, a scruffy wolf, and a regal-looking eagle stared back at him. He’d broken down into tears again, and this time instead of laughter he had been met by two rough tongues lapping at his face, and a bird of prey nipping at his fingers.

Gone were the nights tearing apart the shrieking shack, clawing and biting at his own skin in rage. The part of his brain that was still human recognized his friends, and he now spent those dreaded nights trotting happily with the wolf and the lion as their eagle swooped over them like a watchful god. They explored every inch of the Hogwarts grounds, from the forbidden forest to the surrounding mountains. Tamlin and Jurian were large and powerful enough to control him if he got out of hand, and Vassa could scout the surrounding area and warn them of any impending trouble. She was also quick and small enough to press the knot that froze the whomping willow long enough for them to sneak into the tunnel that led to the shrieking shack.

When Lucien had confessed to Eris what his friends had done, his brother had been wrecked with guilt at the fact that he hadn’t come up with the idea himself. He had set out to become an animagi immediately, and had accomplished it in record time. More often than not the hound was seen sneaking into the Hogwarts grounds to join their explorations.

—

Lucien never let his friends see him transform. That was his one rule. He didn’t want them to live with that image in their minds.

If always started with a quickening of his heart. His breathing shallowed, his vision went blurry.

Lucien sat up on the grimy four-poster, his heart racing so fast he thought he might vomit. More often than not he did vomit, either at sundown, from the pain of the oncoming transformation, or at sunrise, when he came to in the shack with murky memories, his body sore and limp with exhaustion, the taste of whatever small animals he’d eaten that night still fresh in his mouth.

After the racing heart came the lengthening of his bones as his muscles and skin ripped and re-formed around his elongated limbs. The drought that Madam Majda gave him every month only faintly dulled the agony. Screams ripped from his throat, as violently as the snapping and cracking of his bones.

Hair sprouted from his skin, his jaw broke and then elongated into a snout, his nails grew into claws.

And then he was crouching on four legs in a pool of his ripped clothing. He tipped his head back, inhaling deeply. He could smell the scent of humans lingering in the air, ripe and delicious… He tore through the shack, his unnatural strength propelling him room to room.

The shack was empty, and his vision went red. Another scream ripped from his throat, but it wasn’t a scream this time. It was a howl, loud and deep and angry.

The desire to kill and bite was so strong that Lucien tore at his own skin, biting and scratching in his rage.

And then- a scuffling noise. Lucien went still, his nostrils flaring as a new scent entered the shack. Not human, but animal.

More scuffling, accompanied by deep panting and the soft sound of wings flapping. Lucien cocked his head and bared his teeth as the animals rounded the corner into the foyer and faced him. A large, scruffy wolf, a mountain lion, and an eagle. Something sparked in his chest, something warm and familiar. The snarl that had been building in his throat died down. He closed his jaw, relaxed his tensed muscles.

And then the wolf lifted his muzzle towards the ceiling and howled. Lucien mimicked him, the noises mixing together into a mournful note. The eagle swooped then, and the wolf and the lion followed it. Lucien trotted after them, back down the dirt passageway, and out the opening and into the fresh air.

Lucien’s gaze snapped to the moon, illuminating the grounds with its bright, silvery light. He wasn’t afraid of it, not when he was like this. Not when he was the thing to be afraid of. The mountain lion took the lead, heading towards the dark forest in the distance. The rest of the pack followed, the eagle dutifully sweeping over the grounds as she went.

Lucien filled his lungs with the chilled night air, and he followed after his friends.

#elucien #elucien fanfic #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #acotar fanfic

[pokenimagines]

SCVI Team Star Spoilers

I just met Atticus yesterday and he is so pretty????? And man is the guy kind of a dork, but that's adorable!

Also I haven't done the Ortega or Eri fight yet, but I may just die for all of them, they, so far, just seem like a good group of kids who were caught up in bad circumstances :C

I literally put my hand to my heart when Giacomo said that, in the academy's terms, that they're his greatest treasure

Not necessarily Team Star related, but I've been loving every single one of these characters so far. I love how ScVi has been giving them backstories. I love backstories, gimme the lore.

SCVI Team Star Spoilers

They’re such a great group. Really love the found family that they have. Would love to hear what your thoughts are once you’ve beat their storyline and any post storyline content there is.

For real though, they did Team Star justice. Just a bunch of bullied kids who found each other and became a mini family of misfits. It kinda reminds me of my high school days, although none of us every confronted the bullies. We just hid out in a classroom and were menaces. Btw, Atticus is so pretty; the moment I saw his eye I was telling Queenie how I loved him. Seeing his face though? Ah, my heart. I just love Team Star so much and I'm very proud of them getting the recognition they deserve. Ortega is absolutely adorable, just saying. I want to give him head pats and tell him he's doing a good job.

#queenie speaks #salt speaks #scarlet salts #pokemon scarvio #scarvio spoilers #scvi spoilers

[twinkuraba]

Sucks I lost my motivation before I could finish even the first prompt for the 2022 EriShiki week and now it haunts my documents like a rad ghost that I wish I could fuckin finish writing but my writing motivation has yet to return for longer than a tumblr ramble so I’m shit outta luck.

So I’m posting the bits I did finish under a read more.

A notice they’re NSFW and feature trans Shiki.

Red. Good for drama, contrast and sensuality.

A colour Shiki incorporated into her outfits sparingly, leaving it to trims or inner facings to give the outfit a flash of the allure; vibrant, come-hither rose hidden under demure pearl white, or the professionalism of coal black.

Red. A colour for drawing the eye to the lips. Their shape, their bows and arches. Depending on application, tends to emit either an air of mature seduction, or gaudy tramp.

Right now though, red is the colour of the streaks left behind on Shiki’s cock as Eri deliberately drags her lips along the skin, having left her lips wet and unsealed specifically for this reason; leaving marks on Shiki always left her stomach tingling and her body warm in the best of ways.

Staking her claim on the amazing woman in front of her.

Her girlfriend’s voice is wonderful as she pulls on Eri’s hair, soft cries parting her lips, hands tangling and desperate, face a light dusting of exerted pink as she rocked into Eri’s mouth. She’s been working terribly hard recently, penting herself up in exchange for getting this latest prototype done, cast-off scraps of red fabric creasing under Shiki’s fingers as Eri bobbed.

(She knew better than to try for a quick fuck at Shiki’s actual desk, this one reserved for scraps too big to throw away, potentially useful for something else later, and much less painful to lose to any astray ‘fluids’ than a working prototype.)

As Shiki’s back arches, hands suddenly gripping Eri’s hair tight and voice calling like a song, Eri can’t help but admire how lovely red looks against her skin.

-

Orange isn’t a colour many can pull off. Too bright and it looked cheap and blinding. Too dull and it turned an unappealing brown, something left too long to rot.

Shiki’s friend Neku somehow manages to make bright orange look muddy and dark through the force of his personality alone, and she’d be impressed if he wasn’t so utterly helpless (or deliberately obtuse? She could never tell with him) about his fashion sense, Shiki being the only thing that made him look half-way presentable even if he wore the clothes she offered in ridiculous ways.

(A whole coat and he uses one button to keep it closed?? The man is a menace to good taste everywhere.)

It’s his fault she’s wearing this garish shade of neon orange on her lips; having gotten him earlier with nails painted the most sickly looking, clashing green-yellow she could find that even he, to his fashion-blind tastes, could tell looked terrible with his… everything.

Out of affection, of course.

They’d parted ways after that, Eri returning to a Shiki that took one look at the shade on her lips and quirking a small grin at the one word (name, really) she’d uttered in way of explanation.

“Come here, let me help.” she says with a barely restrained laugh at the colour, hand already reaching for one of the many bottles of make-up removers that lie around the house. It’s too light for her skin and Eri knows it, and knowing that makes the need to get it off itch under her skin so she hurries over to Shiki’s arms and the waiting relief.

Shiki’s fingers are gentle as they dab the oil across her bottom lip, before passing back over to blend it in, the motions against her skin ticking and making Eri grin.

This close, she can see the softness of Shiki’s lashes from behind her glasses as they flutter with her blinking, bright brown eyes focused on Eri’s lips with a focus usually reserved for her projects. 

She’s so beautiful.

Eri parts her lips as Shiki’s finger is rubbing the oil into her top lip, gently closing her mouth around it, tracing around the pad of her finger with the tip of her tongue, the oil making it easy to slide the finger back and forth, and Eri finds her eyes flicking to Shiki’s own as she releases the finger, now smeared with orange, to trail kisses along the inside of Shiki’s fingers, to the part between them, sucking on the small web.

Such beautiful, talented hands.

It’s an easy path to travel from Shiki’s hands down her arm to her neck, hands busy burying themselves under her shirt to feel the soft skin hidden underneath. Shiki uses her own hands to pull Eri up, to deliver a hot kiss to Eri’s lips, the two of them shuffling in the direction of their bedroom together.

She supposes she can give Neku and his garish orange a grudging thanks for this one.

#long post #UmbralArtimas #not work safe #EriShiki #twewy #I'm determined to finish this one day

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

a collection of hive headcanons

physical touch and presence are very significant for the hive. it starts from thrallhood, when the world is defined by what you can fit between your teeth and what is under your claws. later it becomes more complex and potent. proximity can be a challenge or a threat, true affection or the lure for a trap. yet all of these can still mean love

thralls hatch in large broods and stick together, both when hunting and at rest. numbers mean safety, and a greater chance to escape danger in the crowd. hive overseeing thrall often get tired of herding them from place to place (and often more than a few stray or get lost or start fights) and will transport them in a great wriggling tangle like a thrall katamari

thrall will bite anything and everything, but it isn’t always from hunger. often a bite can be curious and investigative, or even reassuring - sometimes you gnaw on part of your brood to know that they’re still there

becoming a knight is a fairly simple thing - just a matter of gathering enough strength for a period of rushed growth. becoming a wizard is more complicated. wizards guard the method closely, encouraging acolytes to have to seek it out through threats, leverage or digging in secret places. it is a known chokepoint and often a problem in more isolated broods, where a lone wizard will try to ensure no rivals can arise. wizard-heavy courts such as the high coven operate on a complex and esoteric web of favours, sponsorship and tithe chains to get around this

performances are a big deal. ascendant hive will often go all out with showcases of specialized spells or group rituals, or performing shared stories and notable history - complete with dying if your role demands it. bad or merely boring shows also tend to end in death, from an unamused audience

the deathsong is always a hit, but by necessity debuts prior to or during battles. only wizards with a great deal of power and influence can get away with killing off a chunk of their armies for a show

art shows up in other ways too - in the evolution and adaptation of runes and sigils, the eternal and very lethal debates about individualized spells versus brutally optimized ones. there is expertise and pride in the making of shriekers and ships, and the design of war moons. it is all drowned in a singular purpose, and so unrecognizable to any outside the hive

79 notes - Posted September 29, 2022

#4

KRILL KRILL KRILL KRILL KRILL

80 notes - Posted February 15, 2022

#3

my charr necromancer ossath bonesire, by the lovely (and impressively fast) @spindlewit!

I love so much about this, but the little minion is so unfathomably cute that I can’t look at it for long. yes ossath might look ragged and menacing and tends to carry an extra skull around just in case but he’s got a little baby on his shoulder!!!

82 notes - Posted November 21, 2022

#2

I’m Really Feeling Something about that statue of oryx fighting akka enshrined in what savathun proclaims is tantamount to her mind

she really doesn’t refer to oryx much on-screen, apart from lightly hinting towards him and ghaul in the same breath in one of this season’s friendly conversations. she’s much more comfortable discussing xivu. how could she not, when her sister is, for all intents and purposes, gunning for her? (I am still holding out hope they’re working together in secret but! who knows!) but oryx is... a layered absence, I think the closest we have in her private lore is the yearning and loss she expresses in the hawkmoon lore tab

the statue is also quite likely a commentary on her feelings about worms, so it can serve a lot of purposes at once. very efficient of her

106 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

things I appreciate about gw2:

- silly quests where you’re transformed into or disguised as various things. I just spent some time running around as a pig yesterday, it reminds me of the quests in lotro where you’re a chicken

- all the map completion

- progressing events on the map that temporarily affect it, like bridges being torn down

- sometimes an event has a whole little chain depending on if you succeed or fail. fighting off an attack might lead to repairing an outpost and then assembling a team to take out an important enemy or structure. or failing to defend a bridge means protecting the engineers that come along to fix it

- just the general richness of each area with npcs and ambient dialogue, many moving around and doing their own things

338 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

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#long post #hi mutuals I love you #the top five posts are incredibly thematic of me #year in review

[bootlickerhawks]

Twice/Hawks Anon: I’ve come to realize how simple my taste in characters is. People out here are writing metas on the thematic significance of their favorite villain. Me? I’m just here for their aesthetic. My top villains (subject to change) are Karasu & Washi from Kubo & the Two Strings, Slade from Teen Titans, Sukuna from Jujutsu Kaisen, Eris

from Sinbad, and the Other Mother from Coraline. The designs, voice work, & aura of these characters are phenomenal. Who are your top 5 villains or favorite villains from 5 different medias?

Aizen from Bleach.

Slade from Teen Titans (i should have included him in the Top 5 most menacing characters list lol)

Pitou (& the Royal Guards) from Hunter x Hunter.

This is probably recency bias, but they were fantastic antagonists and they stand out to me because they evolved so much throughout the course of the story and became more human by the end (even Pouf who was resistant to change).

Mithos from Tales of Symphonia. Incoming spoilers for TOS. (I seriously can't recommend TOS enough, it's truly a once in a lifetime experience and it's the kind of game you can play multiple times and still discover new things)

Part of what makes Mithos so great is that he does accomplish his goal : he brings back his sister after 4000 years at the cost of millions of lives. And what does she do when she realizes what he's done? She fucking rejects him and instead of having an epiphany and realizing his wrongs, Mithos doubles down and goes into deep denial, even denying that she's his sister. There's something so powerful about watching a villain who's orchestrated the entire plot and is the root cause of most of the characters suffering, just completely lose control.

And the saddest aspect is that despite loving his sister and desperately trying to bring her back for 4000 years by the time he did so, he barely remembered her for who she really was. He created this idealized version of her in his head and that's why when she ultimately rejects him, he can't cope.

Mithos isn't the best villain in the Tales franchise, I think that spot goes to Gaius (TOX) and Artorius (TOB), but the way Mithos' story and actions can provoke scorn, sympathy and pity left a big impact on my 8 year old mind.

Maruki from Persona 5 Royal.

Honorable mention to Kenjaku for being an absolute delight of an antagonist. Depending on how their story ends they're liable to enter my top 5.

#asks #twice/hawks anon #ask game : top 5 #edit: this has been sitting in my drafts for over a month and idk why ^^'