#nathaniel x achilles

[icanbeyourgenie]

We'll pay the price I guess

#starting with the valentine's edit already #cause i have a feeling i'll be late if i don't #and i'm starting with them cause i love them sm #like seriously they're my otp idc!! #i love their love at first sight thing they just know they're made for each other #and they're right!! #nathaniel blackwater #mine #nathaniel x achilles

[eludin-realm]

Character Name Ideas (Male)

So I've been browsing through BehindTheName (great resource!) recently and have compiled several name lists. Here are some names, A-Z, that I like. NOTE: If you want to use any of these please verify sources, meanings etc, I just used BehindTheName to browse and find all of these. Under the cut:

A: Austin, Aiden, Adam, Alex, Angus, Anthony, Archie, Argo, Ari, Aric, Arno, Atlas, August, Aurelius, Alexei, Archer, Angelo, Adric, Acarius, Achilou, Alphard, Amelian, Archander B: Bodhi, Bastian, Baz, Beau, Beck, Buck, Basil, Benny, Bentley, Blake, Bowie, Brad, Brady, Brody, Brennan, Brent, Brett, Brycen C: Cab, Cal, Caden, Cáel, Caelan, Caleb, Cameron, Chase, Carlos, Cooper, Carter, Cas, Cash, Cassian, Castiel, Cedric, Cenric, Chance, Chandler, Chaz, Chad, Chester, Chet, Chip, Christian, Cillian, Claude, Cicero, Clint, Cody, Cory, Coy, Cole, Colt, Colton, Colin, Colorado, Colum, Conan, Conrad, Conway, Connor, Cornelius, Creed, Cyneric, Cynric, Cyrano, Cyril, Cyrus, Crestian, Ceric D: Dallas, Damien, Daniel, Darach, Dash, Dax, Dayton, Denver, Derek, Des, Desmond, Devin, Dewey, Dexter, Dietrich, Dion, Dmitri, Dominic, Dorian, Douglas, Draco, Drake, Drew, Dudley, Dustin, Dusty, Dylan, Danièu E: Eadric, Evan, Ethan, Easton, Eddie, Eddy, Einar, Eli, Eilas, Eiljah, Elliott, Elton, Emanuel, Emile, Emmett, Enzo, Erik, Evander, Everett, Ezio F: Faolán, Faron, Ferlin, Felix, Fenrir, Fergus, Finley, Finlay, Finn, Finnian, Finnegan, Flint, Flip, Flynn, Florian, Forrest, Fritz G: Gage, Gabe, Grady, Grant, Gray, Grayson, Gunnar, Gunther, Galahad H: Hale, Harley, Harper, Harvey, Harry, Huey, Hugh, Hunter, Huxley I: Ian, Ianto, Ike, Inigo, Isaac, Isaias, Ivan, Ísak J: Jack, Jacob, Jake, Jason, Jasper, Jax, Jay, Jensen, Jed, Jeremy, Jeremiah, Jesse, Jett, Jimmie, Jonas, Jonas, Jonathan, Jordan, Josh, Julien, Jovian, Jun, Justin, Joseph, Joni, K: Kaden, Kai, Kale, Kane, Kaz, Keane, Keaton, Keith, Kenji, Kenneth, Kent, Kevin, Kieran, Kip, Knox, Kris, Kristian, Kyle, Kay, Kristján, Kristófer L: Lamont, Lance, Landon, Lane, Lars, László, Laurent, Layton, Leander, Leif, Leo, Leonidas, Leopold, Levi, Lewis, Louie, Liam, Liberty, Lincoln, Linc, Linus, Lionel, Logan, Loki, Lucas, Lucian, Lucio, Lucky, Luke, Luther, Lyall, Lycus, Lykos, Lyle, Lyndon, Llewellyn, Landri, Laurian, Lionç M: Major, Manny, Manuel, Marcus, Mason, Matt, Matthew, Matthias, Maverick, Maxim, Memphis, Midas, Mikko, Miles, Mitch, Mordecai, Mordred, Morgan, Macari, Maïus, Maxenci, Micolau, Miro N: Nate, Nathan, Nathaniel, Niall, Nico, Niels, Nik, Noah, Nolan, Niilo, Nikander, Novak, O: Oakley, Octavian, Odin, Orlando, Orrick, Ǫrvar, Othello, Otis, Otto, Ovid, Owain, Owen, Øyvind, Ozzie, Ollie, Oliver, Onni P: Paisley, Palmer, Percival, Percy, Perry, Peyton, Phelan, Phineas, Phoenix, Piers, Pierce, Porter, Presley, Preston, Pacian Q: Quinn, Quincy, Quintin R: Ragnar, Raiden, Ren, Rain, Rainier, Ramos, Ramsey, Ransom, Raul, Ray, Roy, Reagan, Redd, Reese, Rhys, Rhett, Reginald, Remiel, Remy, Ridge, Ridley, Ripley, Rigby, Riggs, Riley, River, Robert, Rocky, Rokas, Roman, Ronan, Ronin, Romeo, Rory, Ross, Ruairí, Rufus, Rusty, Ryder, Ryker, Rylan, Riku, Roni S: Sammie, Sammy, Samuel, Samson, Sanford, Sawyer, Scout, Seán, Seth, Sebastian, Seymour, Shane, Shaun, Shawn, Sheldon, Shiloh, Shun, Sid, Sidney, Silas, Skip, Skipper, Skyler, Slade, Spencer, Spike, Stan, Stanford, Sterling, Stevie, Stijn, Suni, Sylvan, Sylvester T: Tab, Tad, Tanner, Tate, Tennessee, Tero, Terrance, Tevin, Thatcher, Tierno, Tino, Titus, Tobias, Tony, Torin, Trace, Trent, Trenton, Trev, Trevor, Trey, Troy, Tripp, Tristan, Tucker, Turner, Tyler, Ty, Teemu U: Ulric V: Valerius, Valor, Van, Vernon, Vespasian, Vic, Victor, Vico, Vince, Vinny, Vincent W: Wade, Walker, Wallis, Wally, Walt, Wardell, Warwick, Watson, Waylon, Wayne, Wes, Wesley, Weston, Whitley, Wilder, Wiley, William, Wolfe, Wolfgang, Woody, Wulfric, Wyatt, Wynn X: Xander, Xavier Z: Zachary, Zach, Zane, Zeb, Zebediah, Zed, Zeke, Zeph, Zaccai

#will i use these names for future characters? absolutely yes #okay to reblog this #okay to reblog

[comicaurora]

how do you keep names within a single culture sounding phonetically consistent? its something ive been struggling with a lot but you seem to be doing really well at it

I am?? That's a relief!

I guess the rule of thumb I use is considering which phonemes tend to show up in which languages/dialects and grouping similar ones into related names. Like if we take Greek heroes as an example, we could formulate a list of some good ones - Heracles, Perseus, Theseus, Achilles, Patroclus, Menelaus, Alexandros - and recognize some patterns. This space of characters features lots of three-syllable names where the final syllable sounds like "-eez" or "-us". There's also semi-frequent use of the "-kl-" phoneme in the middle of the names, and they tend to favor "-e-" and "-a-" vowel sounds outside of the final syllable. If we wanted to make names that sounded like they belonged in this space, we could start by drawing on these patterns.

Actually Greek is a good starting example, because it's responsible for a lot of English's reflexive assumptions about naming conventions. Female names like Clytemnestra, Atalanta, Sophia, Hippolyta, etc all end in "-a" because "-α" is a common feminine noun ender in Greek, in contrast to the masculine "-ος". Hebrew names like Sarah, Ariella, Ayla, Daniella, Devorah, etc do the same thing, some even being feminine versions of masculine names like David or Daniel, altered by adding an "-a" sound to the end. I don't know enough about linguistics to know if this is a coincidence or a common ancestry thing, but I think this is a large part of why we trend towards considering names that end in "-a" as more feminine.

Different languages have different common phonemes. The sound "-tsu-" is quite common in Japanese but is very rarely found in English or the romance languages. Slavic names often end in "-ov" or "-ovitz". Many Spanish surnames end with "-ez". Lots of cultures commonly feature family name components that mean "son of" like "fitz-", "mac-", "ben-" or (obviously) "-son".

And even within single groups, different phoneme patterns can be tied in with different things. A lot of Jewish family names started off as "ornamental surnames" adopted by families when the government demanded they stop with that inconvenient "son of-" or "daughter of-" tradition, and are thus constructed from simple German nouns of whatever was within line of sight at the time, like "Rosenbaum" (rose tree), "Goldstein" (gold rock), "Bloomenfeld" (flower field), "Hirsch" (deer), etc. Thus, the phoneme patterns of a lot of Jewish surnames draw on German origins and have very little in common with the phonemen patterns of Jewish first names like Sarah, Deborah, Noah, Elizabeth, Esther, Caleb, Nathaniel, Jacob, Gideon, etc.

If you're working entirely in a fantasy culture, rather than drawing on outside patterns you can just start your own. Most of my character names favor "-a-" and "-e-" vowel sounds, which helps them sound similar to one another. I also use "-l-" sounds more than other consonants, and as a result, Falst, Alinua and Kendal all kind of sounds like they belong in the same space. Erin and Tess, meanwhile, have the same short "-e-" sound in their names with none of that familiar "-a-" present, and Dainix - the most geographically and culturally far-flung - has two sounds not present in anyone else's names, an "-ay-" vowel sound and an "-ix" ender. What little we've seen of Ignan culture and naming conventions has other uses of the "-x-" consonant, mostly "ainox", which kind of helps make that seem like a unifying factor. To make sure things sound coherent when we deal with more Ignans, I might use those unique sounds more often, naming other ignans things like Rase or Lainn or Onix to produce a coherent *vibe*.

Personally as a strict no-conlanger I don't worldbuild the underlying logic behind these patterns, but frankly I don't think you need to. Just roll the sounds around in your head, pick out the patterns you want to explore, google them once to make sure you haven't accidentally recreated an obscure eastern european slur, and have a good time.

#asks #writing stuff

[evita-shelby]

The Fabulous Miss Shelby

Part one

Luca Changretta x Shelby sister

CW: mentions of an abortion

Gif by @x-changretta-x

In the beginning, the Shelbys and the Changrettas were not enemies.

They weren’t friends, but they weren’t enemies.

Occasionally Polly fucked Luca, the boys would go out for drinks with Angel and you and Ada would get nice clothes from Audrey’s nieces while she and mama talked.

But then things changed, Polly got married to Michael Gray after Luca was banished to New York, the boys had a falling out with Angel and you and Ada had to take care of Finn after mama died and papa left.

Before you knew it you were in your twenties and accepting an invitation to some Changretta’s wedding just to avoid being rude.

No need to piss off the wops, Tommy had said after ordering you to go by your lonesome while he pines for the mousy bitch who nearly got them all killed.

“Long time no see.” Luca said as he tried making conversation with you.

You were in a foul mood, but the Italians had great food and drinks and maybe, just maybe one of them would take you to their place and return you with a limp later tomorrow.

Would it be too weird to fuck your aunt’s former boyfriend?

It was only a six-year age difference, surely it wasn’t that bad. And Polly had moved on and you hoped he had to.

“Nearly a decade, Luca. John could’ve been a grandfather had you taken longer.” You joke and you feel like the stupid teenager who used to have the biggest crush on Polly’s one time boyfriend.

“or you could’ve been married.” He adds and she tries not to choke on her wine.

One thing leads to another and now you are running off to New York just to see him.

Your brothers don’t know anything about this, no they just think you’ve decided to go on holiday with a friend.

A friend with money and connections and great skill with his cock.

“We could get married, amore, our families aren’t enemies. If you become my wife, our families could rule America and England together.” He says as the two of you lounge naked in tangled silk sheets.

You already lie and say you are husband and wife, why not make it true?

“They wouldn’t agree, you know that, my love.” You say knowing it will never happen.

“I could do some pest control and give them the Rat’s head on a platter, will that make them agree, tesoro?” he asks kissing you again.

As tempting as Grace’s justified murder is, you know that would make Tommy say no.

He loved her.

Just like Nathaniel in the Sandman loved Olympia thinking she was real.

It was pathetic really.

“No, you know how she crowed about Tommy still being in love with her last night. Tommy’s always been a fool when it comes to love and fucking.” You shook your head hating this turn of conversation.

Besides. You were free and would remain so. You loved Luca, but you were never going to be a man’s wife.

That had been why you went to the woman who Polly knows instead of telling Luca you had gotten pregnant during that night a year ago.

“Aren’t we all fools in love.” He said with that stupid grin.

Maybe you are, you think, I am different.

You were the fabulous Miss Shelby, the one who doesn’t suffer from the Achilles heel your siblings have.

Arthur had Linda, Tommy had Grace, Ada had Freddie, John had Martha and now Esme and you would be damned if you followed suit.

This way was better.

It’s 1922 when Luca suprises you at the Derby.

“He doesn’t love you anymore, he’s marrying a woman named May Carlton.” You tell Grace a truth Tommy told you this morning.

Tommy was planning on courting May in truth, he’d asked for advice and you told him he’d find no better woman than her.

That night with Grace was a slip up, a fuck up he’d never repeat, or so he told you after you asked about that.

Grace MacMillan needed to woman up and accept defeat for his sake.

“You are lying!” the blonde cries and takes a swing at you only to be stopped by Luca.

“Why would my wife be lying to you? Thomas Shelby would be a fucking fool to marry scum like you, now go back to New York and pretend this never happened.” He stood at your side and stared her down as he chewed on his toothpick.

“I need to hear it from him.” She demands only for Luca to say the damning words.

“Too bad, he’s been arrested and won’t be coming out of there for weeks.” Luca built up on a lie.

Once Grace leaves in a mess of anger and tears, you are reminded of that question you refuse to answer.

“I think wife was too much, Luca.” You tell him as the two of you walk away together.

“I want to marry you, that is why I came here. Thomas can’t say no of he sees how happy I make you.” He is adamant, thinking that what you need is time.

No man respects your decision to remain free. You love your freedom more than you love Luca.

And he refuses to accept that.

He will never accept that; you hear Polly’s voice in the back of your mind.

Its 1925 when you accept an engagement from him.

He is not allowed at Tommy’s wedding and you are relieved when everything goes wrong.

Angel started seeing Lizzy and this had made a mess because Tommy still held a torch for her.

No woman was enough for Tommy, not Grace, not Lizzie, not even sweet May.

Tommy set the boys loose on the Changretta’s territory and now you wonder if you should just send Luca the diamond ring he gave you on your birthday instead of telling Tommy you were engaged to him.

“You should’ve told them!” Lizzie hissed in pain as her dreams with Angel crumble to dust. “He would’ve let me go if you had told them about Luca!”

After three months of thinking about it you decide to tell him at the opening of May’s charity.

“I need to tell you something, Tommy.” You wear Luca’s ring on your finger as May talks to John and Esme across the ballroom.

Everyone lived May, who couldn’t?

You only hoped your family would accept Luca as well.

“Is this about this mystery man you’ve been with all this time?” he said pointing to the ring.

“Yeah, I’m going to marry him and I think it’s about time you knew who he is.” You begin only to be interrupted by a gun shot and shouting.

The man shouts in Italian, but he isn’t one. You know the Italians wouldn’t do this, not when they know your marriage will fix the issues with the family and let Angel and Lizzie leave tonight.

“For Angel!” the man shouts and aims at John.

But it’s not John he hits, no, it’s May.

May who could never hate anyone. May who brings out the good in Tommy and doesn’t judge any of your like Grace did.

Its when you see the sickening smile on the Russian bitch that you realize who sent the gunman.

End of part 1

Part 2

Notes

The Sandman is a short story by E.T.A Hoffman in 1817 about Nathaniel who is obsesses with this man named Coppola whom he believes is a monster called the Sandman (turns out to be right,but no one believes him) , Nathaniel also falls in love with his ideal woman, his teacher Spallanzani's daughter, Olympia, after dumping his ex ,Clara, who he felt too artificial (being a normal woman with a good head on her shoulders)only to find out that Olympia is a human looking doll who is cold to the touch, described as dull and mechanical bybeveryyone else. Olympia can play and sing and only say ah ha in converstion and listens to his boring shit with interest cuz she is in fact a fucking robot and not a real human. Nathaniel then goes insane after discovering she is a doll created by his tecaher and Coppola/Coppelius.

Tagging the @staff to see if it shows up in the tags

#luca changretta x shelby sister #shelby sister #past luca changretta x polly gray #luca changretta #luca changretta x fem!reader #luca changretta x reader

[purewhitewolf]

Crackship: Kaitlyn x Achille, Aaron, Nathaniel, and Xander from the shadow brothers au

That's just utter chaos. The kingdom is doom from this destructive force of shadows.

Kaitlyn wouldn't like Aaron's drinking problem, but she would be just as eccentric as him about art. Willingly offering to model for him.

She and Achille would probably try to dominate the other during trials she set up for him. Both would acknowledge the other's power... maybe.

She might get along better with Xander until she witnesses the darker practices going on with him. She might try to steer him away and share her experiences/regrets of going down a similar path.

She might be willing to let Nathaniel pierce her skin, but only she she could use her blood magic for something. I can see her using her masochistic tendency and regeneration abilities to keep him distracted until she figures out a proper way to contain his... creepy tendencies.

[jazz-miester]

Veni, vidi, amavi.

Pairing: Doom Slayer x Reader

Reader type: Gender Neutral

Song: Gang Of Youths - Achilles, Come Down

Warnings: n/a

An: This story is also going on wattpad. And ill probs put it on Ao3 as well. If this gets enough notes and views ill continue it but idk how many people actually want doomslayer stuff lol.

How easy it is. To forget the touch of another.

"You don't get to die and be reborn the same. You come back, but you come back wrong. This is the price you pay for resurrection."

Nathaniel Orion G. K. (via nathanielorion)

It is bright when you wake. Artificial light blinding you when you first woke.

That was almost an hour ago.

You didn't know what to do. Where you were. Dressed in strange clothes. Far too large on your frame. Some faint scent clinging to them. Like rain in the distance.

Cold. God you were cold. The blanket that you were left with doing little to keep it out. Whoever this person was. Maybe they are not bad. Not like.

Not like them.

Your wounds were bandaged and cared for. The bandages fresh and new. Your body was clean. Which both raised your spirits and made your stomach turn. Who is to say nothing happened? That.

You closed your eyes and drew in a shuddering breath.

No. Not going there. Not now.

Instead, you sit up. Cold air attacking bare skin the moment the blanket falls into your lap. You gather the fabric around your shoulders and dangle your legs over the bed you were sitting on. And, for the first time since waking up, actually looking around the room you were in.

Strange and foreign machinery surrounded you. Blue-grey walls and floors giving the place a dismal feeling.

To the right of the bed, near where your head had been, laid a mess of bandages and creams. Including various pink tinted rags and a bowl of water.

Someone was caring for you. Why?

And what did they expect in return?

You worried your lip between your teeth. Pulled your arms tighter around yourself. You felt ill. Stomach turning against itself. When was the last time you ate? How long have you been here?

You jumped when you heard noise to the left of you. Coming from the foot of the bed.

A noise left you before you could take it back.

A door had opened.

It was them.

Slowly, they came in. Steps near silent despite their size. The suit of metal they were wearing. Carefully they rounded the bed you were sitting on. Stopping about a foot in front of you.

Not once had you met someone of their size. Their stature. You don't think the demons counted. Mutated and monstrous. Or the vids of the robot man you've seen.

The air seemed to still. The helmeted visor solely on you. They stepped forward. Waited. Then stepped again. Not stopping till their stomach brushed your bare knees.

They placed something next to you. A soft looking bundle of clothes and more bandages.

Thier hand brushed your arm when you weren't looking, and you jumped. Looking quickly back to the visor. Thier hand instead hovered over your arm. A deep hum emanating from them. Him?

Him.

The helmet looked down. You hand to crane you neck to look up at him. Slowly you brought your own shaking hand upwards. Almost pulling back when it neared his helmet.

Eyes. You could make out his eyes behind the visor.

Your fingers brushed against the metal. Warm to the touch. You traced over nicks and small dents.

His hand came up to yours. Softly wrapping around yours. He held it there for a moment. A blink. A breath of air. He brushed a thumb across your wrist. The snow-white bandages around it. Exhale. He brought your hand to your lap before going back to your arm. Lifting the loose fabric.

He was here to change your bandages? And he did. One after the other. Inspecting them for any sign of infection.  To your wrists. Ankles.  He paused at the one on your thigh. Waiting for any sign you wanted him to stop as he lifted the hem of your shirt. Balling the fabric near your hip.

He was trying to keep you covered.

Something in you relaxed. You had not noticed until the muscles in your shoulders untensed.

You held the shirt in place as he took the soiled bandages off. One hand under your thigh to lift your leg as he did so.

When he finished, he pulled back. Pulling the blanket over your lap. He looked to the door. Then to you. Then pointed a thick finger at the pile of clothes next to you before leaving through the door he came from.

What? You looked at the clothes. Laid your hands on top of them. A faint warmth came from them.  Did. Did he just clean these?

Not wanting to wait to see if the metal man was going to step back through the door to check on you. You got to changing.

It was just another shirt. Deep blue in color. It looked like a long tunic, like the kind people in old medieval stories would wear. It fell well past your knees. The long sleeves spilling over your hands. You hold your arms up and shaking them. Watching as the sleaves bundle up around your forearms. Grabbing the old shirt, sighing as the sleeves fall back down, you go to the door.

It opens before you could knock. The man turns and looks down at you. His shoulders rise and lower as if he had just taken a deep breath. With nothing else to do you hold the old shirt out to him.

You were not short by any means. Often you were one of the taller ones in most groups of people. But him? Your head barely reached in chest. His arms alone looked like it was the size of one of your thighs.

Jesus? What does this guy do for a living?

He takes it then turns. Takes a few steps then looks back at you. You tilt your head, and he does the same in turn. The slightest motion of his hand. Does he want you to follow him?

You felt your heart patter in your chest.

What if all this was a ruse? What if he hurts you?

You ball the fabric of the shirt in your hands. He would have done it by now.

Or he wouldn't have pulled you out from there. From them.

He was the green armor you saw. He. He helped you.

You take a tentative step forward. Then another. The floor ice cold against your bare feet. He waits until your right behind him before continuing down the hall.

You can't help but stop and look around every so often. Looking at the carving in the walls or the paintings hanging from them. Your fingers brushing against railings as you descended downstairs. He waited for you each time. Letting you pause for as long as you needed. Watching your every move as you went down the stairs. Maybe waiting for your leg to give out. It shook every time you put your full weight on it.

Before long he brought you in front of another door. You found yourself hoping that you could sit down soon. Your body screaming at you to rest. To eat. To drink. You felt dizzy. Little bits of colorful static taking away the edge of your vison.

And sit you could.

You almost wanted to laugh.

Here you had been. Scrounging old cans of food from burned down homes and stores. Fighting off strays for scraps of food.

And this giant metal man had a full kitchen.

You stumbled forward when he pressed a hand to your shoulders. Leading you to a tall chair. One you had to lift yourself into. It was a short table with few chairs in the center of the kitchen. Everything else looked like a normal kitchen just. A little bit to the left. And the right. And maybe shaken all about a bit.

That had to be a stove. Maybe that was a sink. It had to be. With the large basin and curving handle.

When you had been figuring out an oven that wasn't an oven. He placed a plate of food in front of you.

You looked at the plate. Then him.

Was this. For you? You could feel warmth from it. Smell spices. Your mouth watered and your stomach growled.

Loudly.

Your face flushed as you looked down. Spaghetti. You never though you would be excited to see a meal you used to hate seeing. Normally it meant a weeks' worth of leftovers. But now? Now you would give up your left hand and right leg for a single noodle.

You looked back up at him. Faintly you could see his eyes looking from you to the food. Deep and intense. He held something in those eyes. Something you couldn't name. Not yet.

He took the fork and pressed it into your hands.

And left. Pulled away by some unseen force.

A knot formed in your throat. Your ears ringing in the silence. You swallowed thickly.

The tears fell. One after the other. Curling past your lashed and down your cheeks. Before briefly clinging to your chin before falling to the table.

This. This.

What did you do to deserve this? Kindness.

Did he expect something in return? How could he so freely give this away? To you of all people.

You ate. Despite every conflicting feeling you ate. For the first time since all of this happened you were not hungry. No wishing and wanting for more. You ate until you felt uncomfortably full. Stomach yelling and turning against the rich food.

You sat back in the chair when you were done. Cold metal digging into your back. Knees drawn up to your chest and your arm around your stomach.

Still the tears fell. Softly and one after the other. Your body was heavy. Worn. Your chest ached with some unknown feeling. Leaving you empty. How many other people was left back, out in the open? No food. No nothing. Yet here you were with a full stomach. Clean. New clothes. Or rather, clean shirt.

What did you do to deserve this outside of pure luck?

And just where were you? Where did he take you?

You jumped when the door opened again. You unfurled yourself. Letting your legs dangle over the edge of the chair. Quickly you wiped away the tears with the sleeve of the shirt. Praying that when he comes closer, he won't notice that you had been crying.

You didn't want to seem ungrateful.

Not when it's somebody of that size.

Not when you don't know a thing about him. Outside of the fact that he is willing to help you. Feed you.

When he comes nearer, he grabs your plate.  Making a noise that you can't tell is good or not. He pushes the plate closer to you. Barely half is gone from what he has given you. You say nothing. He pushes it closer. Edging the fork closer to your hand.

"I'm full."

It barely comes out as a whisper. Your stomach turns and the food you just ate threatens to return. Your gaze firm on the plate he is pushing in front of you.

You don't want him to be mad at you. You don't want to seem as if you're taking advantage of him or ungrateful. You just could not eat another forkful. If you did, you would either burst or throw it all back up.

He makes another noise. The plate disappears and so does he.

You don't look up when he comes back. Nor do you look up when his hand presses against the back of your shoulder. Barely do you feel it.

Yet another noise. Guttural.

"Hmm." A finger hooks your chin and makes you look up. The helmet tilts. He looks to the door then you. Gently he pulls you from the chair and sets you on your feet. A push on your back. He brings you to the door and back down the hallway.

Where he brings you to takes your breath away. A wide-open room with strange markings and machinery. Things of the like you have never before seen in your life.

What has you taken back the most is the view out the window.

Earth.

Your home.

Or what was left of her.

From here you can see more ruin and wrought the demons have brought on your home. The fire and brimstone like something plucked straight from the bible. Almost everywhere is decimated in some shape or form. No hope of life. No hope of renewal.

You press your hands to the glass. Strangely warm against your skin. Your legs are weak. Slowly you sink to the ground. Arms wrapped around your body as you kept your gaze on the planet before you. The moon long since gone. The only sign of it is the ring of rubble around the planet.

Strangely, you cannot find it in yourself to cry. To mourn the loss of your home. Of what once was your life.

You can see the reflection of the man behind you. Standing strong and proud behind you.

Why did he show you this? Why did he bring you here?

Why you at all?

"Thank you." You find yourself saying. The words stick in your throat. More of what you want to say caught. Pulled back. You had no use of words. Didn't know what else you could say. You didn't know what to do. So, you thanked him. For getting you out of there. For saving your life in more ways than one.

He could have left you there on the table that night. He didn't have to do anything. Not a damn thing.

Yet here you were.

Very much alive.

. . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . .

The Slayer found himself at a loss.

What was he going to do with them?

What was he supposed to do?

Nothing felt right. Every time he thought he was going right he was actually going left.

It has been far too long since he had the company of another. In any shape or form. It has been a lifetime since he was able to just. Exist, in the presence of another and not have to worry about his wellbeing.

They looked to lost in the med bay. Eyes wide and body drawn in so tightly it was a surprise when they didn't spring loose when he first touched them.

They looked afraid of him. Of what he could do.

He didn't blame them.

There has yet to be a moment someone hasn't looked at him like that. Like some frightful being rather than who he was.

And the food.

The barely ate. It worried him. They were small. More so than they should be. Body eating away at itself so that they could live. He didn't want that.

Didn't want that for anyone on Earth. But them. He could do something about that.

They had been crying when he had gotten back. That much he knew. From the way they refused to look at him, the rapid clearing away of tears. The subtle shake in their shoulders. And when he pushed the plate closer to them.

He wished he hadn't.

Demons he could kill. He could fight. A definitive end for them. An absolute answer.

But that fear that you held in your body.

He had no answer for that. It was the last thing he wanted.

The Slayer was many things. Cruel in not among them.

And in the here and now. Seeing you before the falling Earth. He wanted to give you something to fight for. To show you what he was trying to do. He failed at that. That much he knew. The Slayer had no words to give you in this moment.

But.

"Thank you." Those words. So timid. Quiet. So unlike the person Vega first showed him on the consoles. You had lost your fight.

The Slayer intended to help you get that back.

#doom eternal #doom guy x reader #flynn taggart x reader #doom slayer #doom guy #flynn taggart #doom slayer x reader

[ragingbookdragon]

The Bonnie Banks Of Loch Lomond

A Connor Kenway x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 2,440 Warnings: Angst

Author’s Note: Fun fact, I am from a family of sailors and we all carry challenge coins on our persons! Issuing challenges is fun! Enjoy! -Thorne

She wielded the knife with a practiced ease, slicing and dicing the many vegetables she’d laid out the hour before. Since she and Connor had gotten together, she spent more and more time at the manor, ultimately staying the night most days. Feeling it only fair for him putting up with two people in his home, she made Achilles most of his meals as repayment. Of course, she had no problems with it, with Ellen handling most of the tailoring needs and her waitressing job in the evenings, she didn’t have much to do during the day, so it kept her busy. A knock sounded from the front door and she looked up, calling, “Mister Davenport! Can you-” His figure passed by the door as he griped,

           “I’ve got it.” She huffed a laugh, glancing back down as she heard the door open. Footsteps sounded into the dining room and Achilles addressed, “(Y/N), it’s for you.” She drew her eyes from the chopping board to see an well-weathered man in a whaler suit standing behind Achilles; she smiled, wiping her hands on the rag at her waist and greeted,

           “Nathaniel!” (Y/N) walked around the table, arms outstretched as she pulled him into a hug. “Oh, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you!” He curled his arms around her, patting her back before pulling away, hands clasping the sides of her arms.

           “Look at you lass, all grown…I remember when you were just a wee one.” She snorted, then turned to Achilles, introducing them.

           “Achilles, this is an old family friend Nathaniel Whitlock. Nathaniel, this is Achilles Davenport, the lord of the manor.” The two shook hands and (Y/N) asked, “What brought you this far out Nathaniel? Last I remember, you and Uncle Gideon were navigating for the shipping company.” The man nodded, but the look on his face turned grim and he murmured,

           “You might want to sit lass.” She furrowed her brows, resisting the urge to cross her arms over her chest as she inquired,

           “Why? Has something happened?” Nathaniel opened his mouth, then he shut it before letting out a sigh and reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small pouch. He handed it to her, watching as unlaced the ties and flipped it over, the contents falling out into her hand. (Y/N) looked at it, muttering, “This is Uncle Gideon’s challenge coin.” She grinned, recounting, “Oh I remember as a child when I would watch him slap it on the table when he was with the crew. All the laughter and groans…those were good times.” She looked at the man. “Uncle Gideon never goes anywhere without this…why do you have it?” Nathaniel grimaced, explaining with a grieved tone,

           “Their ship…it…was attacked by pirates off the coast of Saint Augustine a few weeks ago.” He let out a sigh. “Another cargo ship collected the personal belongings left behind and brought them to us for determination of the surviving families.” He met her eyes and said, “I recognized the coin when I saw it.” Her jaw went slack, and he lamented, “I’m so sorry lass.” (Y/N) could barely form a coherent thought, but managed to blurt,

           “Uncle Gideon is dead?” Nathaniel nodded and she looked between the coin and him before weakly fumbling for the chair beside her. Achilles leaned over, pulling at the leg with his cane and she collapsed into it, bringing a hand to her chest. He took the seat beside her, reaching into his pocket to pull another pouch out, this time heavier, obviously full of the pension as she was owed.

           “He is…but I know for a fact that he fought until the end.” A mixture of emotions ran through her at his words, pride, then anguish. “You’ve been compensated a three hundred pounds.” (Y/N) glanced at the pouch, then caught sight of the gold ring on his finger, opting to ask instead,

           “Have you any children Nathaniel?” His eyes widened with confusion, but he nodded,

           “I do…two boys and a girl.” She swallowed thickly, nodding at the pouch.

           “Take it back to them…I’ve no need of it.” His retort was cut off as she reached over, laying a hand on his. “Nathaniel, I want you to have this. I already have enough money to take care of me, but I want to make sure your children do too.” He regarded her a moment then looked to the pouch, huffing a pitiful laugh as he muttered,

           “You’ve always looked out for others…just like Gideon.” (Y/N) felt her lips pull in a sad smile and he asked, “Do you have someone looking out for you?” His words brough Connor’s face to her mind and she inhaled deeply, nodding her head.

           “I do…he tries to spoil me a lot, but I won’t let him spend money on frivolous things.” Nathaniel snorted, but it quickly died out as he reached up to wipe his eyes.

           “Then he can rest easy knowing you’re being taken care of.” She said nothing in return, simply watching him stow the pouch back in his jacket. After a moment of silence, he inquired, “Is there an inn here? It’s too late to ride back to the city now.” (Y/N) cleared her throat as she tucked the coin in her pocket, replying,

           “There’s one down the way…I’ll show-” Achilles waved at her and he quickly interrupted,

           “I’ve been needing to check on something at the inn. I’ll show you the way Nathaniel.” The two started for the door when he turned, addressing (Y/N). “You go on home girl.” She dropped her gaze to her feet, feeling the burning in her eyes as she said,

           “Thank you.”

A Few Hours Later:

           He’d never be one to outright admit that he was tired, but with each step he took, feeling the aching pain shoot up his spine, he was pretty close to an admission. The front door of the manor came into view and all he could think about was taking a hot bath, pulling on some clean clothes, and collapsing across her lap as she giggled at him and asked if he’d had a long day. It made him smile, and as he opened the door, he called, “I have returned.” There wasn’t an immediate response, which made his brows furrow, then he heard the rapping of a cane from the upper level, and Achilles appeared at the staircase. He stepped down slowly, returning,

           “I see you’re back in one-piece Connor.” The assassin rolled his eyes as his mentor stood in front of him.

           “I always come back in one piece.” Achilles chuckled before moving into the dining room, Connor following behind. “Where is (Y/N)?” The older man paused, then settled into one of the chairs, murmuring,

           “She received some bad news from a family friend a few hours ago…I sent her home so she could be alone.” Connor’s eyes went wide, and before he could move his feet, Achilles added, “Go clean up before you go see her, you smell like the outside.” His face pinched, but he obeyed, quickly running upstairs to freshen up.

Some Time Later:

           The leaves crunched under his boots with each step, and though it wasn’t cold, he curled his arms tighter into his coat as he hurried to her cottage. Connor couldn’t deny that Achilles words had frightened him, mind thinking of the worst news that (Y/N) could’ve received. He neared her home, stopping in his tracks as he caught sight of her sitting against a log beside fire she’d built, one hand clutched into a fist, the other curled around the neck of a bottle. He stared at her face, eyes focused on the flames before her, lips mouthing words. The licking and crackling of the fire hid her sounds, but the closer he moved, the louder her voice became, and he realized she was singing. Her voice drifted into the air, full of emotion, and it stopped him in his tracks once more as he felt his heart become heavy. “The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring and the sunshine the waters are sleepin’. But the broken heart it kens nae second spring again, tho’ the waefu’ may cease frae their greetin’.” The song wasn’t one he recognized, but it reminded him of the sea shanties the crew sang as they sailed. Connor shook his head, walking over as she finished, “For ye’ll take the high road, and I’ll take the low, and I’ll be in Scotland afore ye. For me and my true love will never meet again…on the bonnie, bonnie banks…of Loch Lomond.” (Y/N)’s head lowered, and she tugged the bottle closer, taking a long swig of it before she pulled it away and tipped it upside down, watching a few drops fall out. She let out a huff and tossed the bottle to the side, curling in on herself. He knelt beside her, gently murmuring her name.

           “(Y/N)?” Usually when he snuck up on her, she would yelp and fall over, but she simply tipped her head up, gazing at him with tired, hazy eyes. He raised a hand, cupping her cheek. “How long have you been sitting out here?” (Y/N) let out a puff of air, turning her attention back to the fire.

           “Few hours…more or less.” She nodded at the bottles beside it. “I think I drank one for every hour.” Connor glanced at the bottles, nose scrunching up from the bitter after smell of the whiskey as he muttered,

           “There are three bottles Ehnita…you have drunk them all?” (Y/N) grunted, casting a glare to the fire for her answer; he leaned towards her, prodding, “What has caused you such a reaction (Y/N)?” She didn’t speak at first, and she blamed the alcohol for slowing her response, but after a moment, she looked over, whispering,

           “My uncle was killed by pirates a few weeks ago.” Connor’s face dropped and he sympathized,

           “Ehnita…I am so sorry.” (Y/N) tried to wave him off, but she brought her hand to her eyes, face twisting with anguish as she began to cry. He frowned, and gently sat down next to her, pulling her into his arms; she didn’t fight him, simply burying her face into his chest, body racking with each sob. Connor pressed a hand to her cheek, tucking her head under his chin as he rubbed circles in her back, comforting, “It is okay (Y/N)…I am here.” Her fingers twisted in his shirt, and she brought her hand down, holding it to her mouth as she said,

           “I hadn’t seen him since he moved to Saint Augustine a year ago, and now he’s gone.” He nodded against her with understanding.

           “I know your grief Ehnita.” (Y/N) wiped in vain at the tears streaming down her face. “I wish I could take it from you.” She sucked in a shuddered breath.

           “He was all I had left.” She pulled away from him, eyes wide with a newfound fear as she wept, “Ratonhnhaké:ton, I’m all alone.” Immediately, he took hold of her chin, face as solemn as his voice as he assured,

           “So long as I stand by your side, you will never be alone (Y/N).” Her lips wobbled, and she whispered,

           “Do you promise?” Connor nodded.

           “I do.” (Y/N) shut her eyes and leant forward, feeling him press his forehead to hers. After a moment, he questioned, “What was that song you were singing?”

           “The Bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond.” She pulled back slightly, shifting around in his arms until her back was firmly pressed to his chest, head lolling on his shoulder. “When I was a child, I heard it in a tavern and it was as if it’d been burned into my memory.” (Y/N) felt fresh tears rise in her vision, but she grinned, “It was Uncle Gideon’s favorite song.” The grin seemed to crumble and she swallowed thickly, pushing out, “I figured I should sing it for him one last time.” Connor pressed his lips to her temple, murmuring,

           “It would give him great pain if you never sang it again.” (Y/N) simply hummed in return, not trusting herself to form words and he curled his arms around her, holding her against him. “He would want you to sing it and remember his memory and all the good times you shared with him.” She pursed her lips and nodded, and Connor laid a kiss to her temple again. “I wish I could have met him. He raised a beautiful woman, so talented and kind.” (Y/N) let out a watery laugh.

           “He never had any kids, and after my parents passed, I’m sure he was as surprised as I was when I showed up on his doorstep all those years ago.” He smiled and she added, “He wasn’t perfect…but he did the best he could. Kept me clothed and fed, even paid for schooling...I wouldn’t be where I am today if he hadn’t bent over backwards for me like he did.” She lifted her hand, uncurling her fist to hold a silver coin between two fingers. “He left this to me…it’s all I’ve got left of him.” Connor propped his chin on her shoulder, asking,

           “What is that?” (Y/N) turned her head to catch a glimpse of him.

           “It’s a challenge coin.” His brows furrowed and she explained, “Soldiers and sailors carry them in their pockets, and if they’re in a tavern, anyone can take the coin out and slam it on the table. It issues a challenge to the other members of the group to show their coins, and whoever fails to produce a coin has to buy a round of drinks. Though, if everyone produces a coin, the one who issued the challenge must buy everyone else a round.” Connor’s lips pulled in satisfaction, and she flipped it in her fingers. “I used to ask him to have it all the time…I loved it. And now…now I’m not so sure.”

           “He is passing the challenge to you Ehnita.” (Y/N) let out a heavy sigh, curling the coin back into her grip before turning her head up to look at the night sky.

           “I miss him…I miss him dearly.” He nodded against her, comforting,

           “I know the pain of losing someone you love…I miss my mother every day.” She didn’t respond, and he urged, “We should go inside…it will only get colder out here.” When he shifted, (Y/N) grabbed his arms, keeping them in place as she whispered,

           “Please stay with me...just a bit longer.” Connor stopped, returning to his position as he agreed,

           “Take all the time you need Ehnita…I will carry your grief with you.”

#connor kenway imagine #connor kenway imagines #connor kenway x reader #connor kenway x reader imagines #connor kenway x reader imagine #connor kenway #Ratonhnhaké:ton #assassins creed imagine #assassins creed imagines #assassins creed fanfiction #assassins creed 3 #ac3 #achilles davenport

[sofrpc]

⌖*ﾟ— 550+ UNIQUE AND UNDERUSED MALE NAMES

as requested, i have created a masterlist of 550+ unique and underused male names ! these are all listed in alphabetical order, and although i dont claim any of these as my own, please don’t copy and paste straight into another masterlist. feel free to use the names in any way you like, i hope this gives you muse for your characters (my faves are bolded) — also smash that like or reblog if you found this useful, thank you !

A

abel, acacius, ace, achilles, adagio, adaiah, adalius, adley, adelio, adonis, adrian, adriel, aiden, akello, alain, alarik, alastair, alek, alfred, alfonzo, ali, alisio, alonzo, amari, amedeus, amias, amos, anakin, andre, ansel, anton, anwar, apollo, aragon, aramis, archer, aries, arlo, arrius, artemis, asher, ashton, asriel, atlas, atlantis, atticus, auden, august, auri, austin, avery, axel, aziel

B

bacchus, baden, bailey, baldwin, balin, balton, bandit, banks, barley, baxley, baxter, baze, bear, beau, beck, benson, bentley, berlin, bianco, bishop, blade, blaine, blaze, bode, bodhie, booker, bosley, boston, brandon, brantley, brayden, braxton, brecken, brennon, brett, briley, brinley, brock, bruno, bronx, brooks, bryce, bryson

C

caelan, caesar, cade, cador, cage, cain, caleb, callaway, callen, callister, callum, calvin, camden, campbell, carlisle, carlo, carrick, carter, casey, casper, castiel, cedric, cesar, channing, charles, chase, chuck, clifton, clinton, cleon, coen, coleman, colton, crew, cristiano, cooper, corbin, corey, cortez, cravin

D

dale, dallas, dalton, damari, damian, damon, dane, dante, dario, darius, davon, dax, dean, declan, dedrick, delius, demarcus, demetrius, dennis, denzel, deon, derek, devon, dexter, dillon, dimitri, dion, dolan, dominic, drake, drew, drystan, duke, dwayne, dwight, dyson

E

eaton, echo, edan, eddison, eden, edrick, eli, eliam, elias, elijah, elio, eliseo, ellis, emilio, emerson, emmett, enoch, enzo, ernest, eros, essex, evan, evian, ezra

F

fabian, falcon, fallon, farley, felix, fenton, finley, finnick, floyd, flynn, fonso, ford, forester, francisco, franco, freddy, frederick, frodi

G

gabe, gabriel, gaius, gabin, galvin, gareth, garrick, gaston, gaveel, georgie, gemini, giorgio, glade, gonzalo, gray, gregory, greyson, griffin, grover, gunner, guy

H

haim, hadden, hadley, hale, hammond, hanan, hanson, harden, harley, harris, hayes, helio, helix, hendrix, hermes, hiram, holden, holland, holmes, houstan, howard, hudson, hugh, hugo, hunter, hyde

I

iago, ian, icarius, idris, iker, ilario, indigo, isaak, isaiah, israel, ithiel, ives

J

jace, jadon, jago, jahziel, jairo, jakez, jakobe, jamari, janos, jaron, jasper, javier, jaxon, jayden, jaylon, jaziel, jenson, jeremiah, jermaine, jersey, jett, joaquin, jonas, jose, joss, jovani, joziah, judas, jude, julian, julius, junior, justice

K

kace, kaden, kael, kairo, kahlil, kai, kaleb, kamden, kanan, karson, kashton, kasper, keenan, keiran, kennedy, keon, kenton, kenzo, keyon, kez, kiah, killian, kingsley, kito, klaus, kobe, koby, kodah, kohen, kolton, kristian, knox, kyan, kynan, kyson

L

lamar, lamont, lance, landon, laney, larkin, lawyer, lazarus, leandro, lee, legend, lennox, leno, leon, levi, lex, liko, link, locke, loki, loman, lonzo, lorenzo, luca, lucian, lukas, lyam, lynx

M

mac, machi, macklin, maddox, magnus, maison, major, makeo, malaki, manning, mano, marion, marlon, mars, martez, mathias, maxton, mekhi, meyer, micah, milian, miller, milo, montey, montez, myles

N

nakos, nasir, nathaniel, neel, neriah, nero, nevada, nicolo, nicklaus, nickolai, nico, nike, nikos, nixon, noah, nolan, norton, nye

O

oakley, oberyn, obi, obsidian, octavian, oison, olimpio, olsen, omar, ontario, onyx, orion, orlando, oskar, oslo, oryn, otis, oxford, oxley

P

pablo, paley, palmer, parker, parson, pauly, paxton, pearce, perkin, phelix, phoenix, pierre, pike, podrick, porter, preston, prince, puck

Q

qamar, quinten, quillon, quince

R

racer, radley, rafael, rafer, ralph, rambo, ramiel, ramone, randall, raven, rayan, reed, reese, rhydian, ricardo, ridley, riker, riley, river, robin, rocco, roderick, roland, roman, romeo, ronan, roni, rowan, royden, rufus, ryder, ryland

S

sadler, safari, salem, salix, salvador, sami, santiago, sawyer, sean, seaton, severo, shayne, shiloh, silas, silvano, simba, skander, skyler, slade, spencer, spiro, stanley, stefan, syrus

T

talmon, tane, tanner, tate, tatum, tavis, teddy, terence, theo, theon, tirion, titus, tobias, tommen, tonio, travis, trey, troye, trystan, turner, tyrell, tyrese, tyson

U

ulan, uri, uriel, urien

V

vadim, vale, vance, valentine, vaughn, venturo, venus, vermont, vero, victor, vidor, vince, volante, voss

W

wade, walker, walter, warner, warren, watson, waylan, wayne, wilder, wilson, wilton, wolfgang, wyatt, wynton

X

xander, xavier, xenos, xylon

Y

yates, york, yuri, yusef

Z

zacharias, zade, zavier, zayn, zed, zeke, zero, zeus, zion

#names masterlist #male names masterlist #name masterlist #masterlist #rph #my masterlist #mine #mine: masterlist

[nathankalopsia-blog]

Biography & Verses

»»————-　verses ————-««

- MAIN VERSE -

In main verse Nathan is a third-year student, currently studying law. He shares an apartment with his roommate, Charlie Brown. People call Nathan a bright student; he is part of the soccer team and passes his exams effortlessly. He has many friends, and enjoy their company. Yet, he has at times been found alone in the living room at 3 am, staring emptily at the laptop screen.

He maintains a good relationship to his family; his parents and younger sister. Nathan often visits them during holidays. When he was younger, the family spent many vacations at their summer cottage.

Besides campus life, Nathan often joins parties and frequents bars as well as coffee shops. He has some favourites where he can be found with a cup of drink and his laptop.

- ART VERSE -

In this verse Nathan is an art student who is studying traditional arts. He is also taking classes within literature, studying classics and literature history. In this verse Nathan is more artistic (obviously) and creative. He is also more geeky (in a way) and reads a whole lot more. Beauty in literature and arts is his  passion.

- MYTHOLOGY VERSE -

In which Nathan is the god of sunlight, beauty and arts. Like all gods, he crave followers (and blood). The God grows weaker with diminishing followers, and will vanish if people stop believing in him. With more offerings and prayers comes more power.

- ROYALTY VERSE -

In this verse Nathaniel is the fourth prince. Your highness is more cocky and mischievous, can sometimes be downright rude to his servants and others. Being the youngest prince rids him of all responsibility, yet gives him the advantages of being a royal. Therefore, he misuses his power (at times) and is often bored of the formal life within the palace.

- CRIME VERSE -

Where Nathan is a criminal who is known for stealing precious items museums and banks. He knows how to open safes (the time he uses depends on difficulty though). Sometimes, he does it more for fun than for the purpose - profit. Nathan does not resolve to using arms and violence in order to rob banks, he prefers more cultivated methods such as sneaking in under disguise during night.

- ASSASSIN VERSE -

Here Nathan is an assassin who takes jobs that involve murdering and making them seem like accidents (or not). He is a sniper, but can also resolve to hand-to-hand combat when needed. Some jobs inquire him to get close to the target and befriend them, which he does under disguise.

- ORPHANAGE VERSE -

In this verse Nathan became an orphan when he was fourteen years old. His parents were in an car accident on their way to a party, while Nathan and his baby sister were left at the nanny’s.

Nathan is currently fifteen and not quite used to the orphanage yet, compared to the children that have been left behind at a much younger age. He experiences PTSD when triggered and is trying to adopt to his surroundings.

His personality in this verse is more angsty; he can’t forget his parents, the accident has changed his life too sudden. At times he dreams and wishes he didn’t. This Nathan is more sensitive, and more likely to cry than get angry.

- COFFEE SHOP VERSE -

In this verse Nathan is twenty-three and works at a popular coffee shop. He smiles at the costumers, greets the frequent ones and handles his work with eagerness. Nathan is softer here, his personality warmer and more gentleman.

»»————-　fandoms   ————-««

- TV AND MOVIES -

Star Wars: Nathan West is a First Order pilot.

Harry Potter: Nathan is in Slytherin and is a Chaser on the Quidditch team

Brideshead Revisited

The Man From U.N.C.L.E: Where Nathan is part of the secret intelligence

Sherlock Holmes

Marvel

Batman

X-men

The Hunger Games

The Maze Runner

Divergent

The Riot Club

Dead Poets Society

Kill Your Darlings: Nathan is one of the poets in the beat generation

Interview with the Vampire

Dracula

The Talented Mr. Ripley

Maurice

The Pianist

The Great Gatsby

- CLASSIC LITERATURE -

The Picture of Dorian Gray: Nathan is part of the aristocracy who enjoys the social leisures

Paradise Lost

Frankenstein

Faust

The Sorrows of Young Werther

- YA LITERATURE -

Vicious: Nathan has the ability to control the blood of other people once he swallows a sample of it

The Secret History: Nathan is in Julian’s exclusive Greek classes

The Raven Cycle: Nathan is part of the Gansey™

The Infernal Devices: Nathan is a shadowhunter who still hasn’t found his soulmate.

American Gods

Carry On: Nathan is attending the school

The Name of the Wind

I’ll Give You the Sun

Fangirl

The Song of Achilles

Aristotle and Dante and the Secrets of the Universe

The Captive Prince

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[harvard-art-museums-sculpture]

Priam at the Feet of Achilles, after antiquity?, Nathaniel Marchant, 19th century, HAM: Sculpture

Harvard Art Museums/Fogg Museum, Gift of the Massachusetts Historical Society Size: 3.7 x 3.2 x 1 cm (1 7/16 x 1 1/4 x 3/8 in.) Medium: Plaster

https://www.harvardartmuseums.org/collections/object/100155

#museumarchive #harvardartmuseums #nathanielmarchant

[icanbeyourgenie]

“ I can read! Just not very well. Words swirl on a page for me. ” – Achilles to Nathaniel

Nathaniel could feel he raised a sensitive issue. He didn't mean to, it happened on accident. Three days together and the two men didn't experiment one dull moment, until Nathaniel asked questions about surgery, and one particularly heavy book. It became clear quite quickly that Achilles had troubles reading the words and relied heavily on the pictures. And for some reason, he seemed ashamed about it. Nathaniel didn't see why - any man who could do what Achilles could do with a scalpel should be proud.

“But I have a very good memory. Read me a book once and I memorize it quite easily.”

It broke Nathaniel's heart to see the surgeon try to compensate. He could only guess how many people made fun of this particularity. And he didn't know why he cared that much, but he did.

“Well, I'm afraid I won't be really useful here. I never finish a book. Not unless my Father is forcing me to. And even then, it's pure torture.”

Achilles seemed intrigued. “You have trouble reading too?”

“Not reading, no. Just staying focused. Books are too long, my mind plays tricks on me. No matter how hard I try to stay focused, it just becomes too... boring. I can't help but doing something else. That's why I love poetry the most. It's way shorter.”

Achilles looked at him, and Nate would give anything to know what was going on in his head. They were both seated on a couch, not far away from the table where Nate's victim died, but it was almost forgotten. They were very close. Almost touching, really. Every single one of Nate's senses tingled at this proximity. He wanted to be even closer.

“I...” Nate cleared his throat. “My Father always took this at impertinence, but I just feel like I can't control my brain sometimes. You know?”

“Yes. I do...”

“Look, I don't know what people told you, but I think you're brillant. Really, really brillant. And interesting. Even if there's so much I want to know about you. It's just... Not being able to-”

Nathaniel would've continued to babble if he wasn't stopped by the sudden but welcomed feeling of Achilles' lips against his. His brain completely froze. Achilles must've taken it like a rejection, because he stepped back, looking ashamed.

“I'm... Sorry, I thought... I thought I saw a sign, I probably mistaken it...”

He started to get up, but Nathaniel grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, making Achilles land half on top of him. They looked at each other for a second before their lips joined on her own accord.

It was not a quick and light kiss. Quite the opposite. Nathaniel didn't understand how someone he met so little time ago made him feel the way he did, but he welcomed it anyway. His entire body was on fire, butterflies dancing in his stomach. He only stopped when he realized he already had his hand under Achilles' shirt.

“Wait.” He said as he pulled back, and enjoyed more that he'd admit the sound of protest coming from Achilles' lips. “I'm very bad with timing. Are we going too fast?”

“We met three days ago so I'd say yeah. Definitely.”

It didn't stop Achilles from picking up the kiss where they left it, and all thoughts left Nathaniel's head.

#and that's neurodivergence here #they're so perfect and they don't know it #it's short but i had the scene in mind okay #nathaniel blackwater #nathaniel x achilles #nathaniel writing prompt #writing prompt #likeafairytale

[icanbeyourgenie]

“ You're playing hard to get... I mean, to know. Hard to know. ” – Achilles to Nathaniel

Nathaniel fought a smile. It wasn't really effective.

“Hard to get?” he teased.

“To know.” Achilles corrected again. “Just a slip of the tongue.”

Nathaniel dropped it, but inside he felt a pleasant warmth. He was only with Achilles for a few days - just three really - but he could already tell how infatuated he was with the doctor. He should have already gone back to the sea, the traces of his victim were gone by now, but he couldn't bring himself to leave the man just yet.

“Well, as much as I'd love to say I'm just playing the mysterious card, I'm not. I genuinely can't answer this question.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don't remember.”

Achilles raised an eyebrow. The two of them had spent the last days talking about many things and asking each other questions. There were a lot Nate couldn't answer, especially regarding his family. Because he had to keep it secret, but also because he didn't want Achilles' attitude to change.

But the last question Achilles asked was about his time before he was a siren. And as much as he wished to remember, he couldn't.

“Because you're asking about a time before I can remember. Sirens don't have memories of before their transformation.”

Nathaniel could see he picked Achilles' interest. He quickly learnt that the man had a very good memory, maybe the concept of not remembering was foreign to him?

“I see.... Can I try something?”

“That's onimous.” Nate answered, but Achilles laughed while coming a bit closer, and it was enough to bring back the butterflies.

“Just... trust me?”

So he did. Achilles came a bit closer against, and softly touched Nathaniel's temple with his fingers. The contact sent shivers down Nate's spine. They were very close now, but none of them seemed to care.

Nathaniel closed his eyes on instinct, and then something strange happened. It was just noises at first. A voice calling his name, the sound of the wind blowing through the trees, and then a face. A face of a man who looked like him. Who was smiling.

It lasted only a second but when Nate opened his eyes, his breathing was out of control and he realized he had grabbed Achilles' hand. He didn't know yet if he intended to move it away, or to keep it on his temple, so he just froze and looked at the man. Nate was breathing heavily, confusion in his eyes.

“What... what just happened?”

“It's my fault, I should've asked, I just wanted to see if I could... Well, the thing with memories is that they're never really lost. Even when we forget, they're here somewhere.”

“So... this voice... this face...?”

“I don't know who they are. But I can tell that your memories are here. If you want to, I can retrieve them for you.”

Nathaniel was still breathing heavily, but at some point Achilles fully took his hand in his and was gently stroking his skin, which helped him relax a little.

Nate felt his entire world shifting. He was convinced that his memories of his previous life were lost. He made his peace with that a long time ago. But now he could have them back? He didn't know yet if he wanted too? What if they were terrible?

“Just breathe. You don't have to answer right now.”

Nathaniel realized that Achilles came a bit closer in order to calm him down. Strangely, it worked. His breathing came back to normal and he smiled while looking at the doctor.

“I don't have the answer yet, but what I can tell you is that I was right.”

“On what point?”

“You're a very, very intriguing man. I can't wait to know more about your story.”

#it's short but i so wanted to write it anyway #i love them so damn much. #they really said “talking stage? what is that? love at first sight or nothing” #nathaniel blackwater #nathaniel x achilles #nathaniel writing prompt #writing prompt #likeafairytale

[icanbeyourgenie]

"Sleeping late?" - Achilles to Nathaniel

The truth is, Nate didn't sleep much. It wasn't until the sun was finally up that he managed a few hours of sleep. He still gave a tired smile to Achilles. The surgeon seemed less cranky than yesterday.

“Did you sleep at all?” Achilles asked, when he took in Nathaniel's current state, and especially the dark circles under his eyes.

Nathaniel couldn't really put into words how the silence in the bedroom he was given was haunting. He never liked silence, but especially not after he killed someone. Or worse, after he almost killed someone. The siren would've loved saying it was the guilt that kept him awake, and it partly was, but mostly it was the hunger. He wanted more. For a terrible moment, the daunting hunger made him horribly aware of the other living creature that was near - the doctor that gave him shelter. That thought made him feel sick; he almost ran away to find Ursula, but he never found her in those moments, she found him. He wouldn't know where to search. So he looked for a distraction and quickly found some poetry books. It soothed him enough to grab a few hours of sleep.

Of course, he wouldn't say all that to the man that helped him.

“I found some of your poetry books. They kept me awake. They tend to do that. I particularly enjoyed the Rûmî compilation. It's my favorite, I have it in my bedroom too.”

Achilles raised an eyebrow. “You have books under the sea?”

Nathaniel laughed. He quite like the direct questions that the man asked. Not many people talked to him like that. “Well, not a lot of course. I just have this one, really. The rest are on land, but I really love Rûmî and I wanted to have him with me always.”

“How does it not... You know-”

“Get soaked?”

“Yeah.”

“My big sister made it waterproof. I like to think it was a gift but really I was just being a crybaby and didn't want to go back without it.”

A silence followed, and Nathaniel would've given everything to know what was on Achilles' mind.

“There's breakfast on the table.” Achilles said after a few long seconds.

“I'm not really hungry.” Anyone who knew Nate would know how alarming this was. The prince could generally eat for five and demand a refill. “And anyway, I abused your hospitality for too long. I'll leave now.”

“You mean we'll leave.”

“Huh?”

“I proposed you a ride to the sea, didn't I? Besides, do you even have a carriage?”

Nathaniel smiled. He didn't, and that wasn't really necessary. But he found himself wanting to spend more time with the surgeon, so he accepted, and they both headed outside.

The ride to the water was surprisingly agitated. Both men easily talked about poetry together. It started with Rûmî but quickly went elsewhere. Nathaniel welcomed the noise, and the apparent normality of the conversation, despite the strange circumstances of their meeting. He was almost sad when the carriage stopped and they reached their destination.

When he stepped out of the vehicle, he felt a knot in his stomach at the mere vision of the ocean. He did not like that place, and he was in no rush to go back. So when Achilles got closer, and Nate didn't move, the surgeon was visibly confused.

“Are you not.... Going back to the water?”

“No. Not yet.”

“...Why?”

“I can't go just now. It's pretty clear that I fed on someone. My father will be angry, I prefer to wait it out a little.”

“Why would your father be angry? Isn't he a siren?”

“No he's not.”

“What is he then?”

The king of the sea was not an answer Nate wanted to give, so he just stayed evasive. “Just... something else.”

“... Okay, now I'm starting to think that you're just being intentionally mysterious to make me want to know more.”

Nathaniel laughed again. A true laugh, with creasing at the corner of his eyes. He looked at Achilles, noticing how beautiful he looked in the sunlight. Especially his eyes. Nate actually wasn't trying to be mysterious, there were just things he couldn't say to a stranger. But still, he went along with it.

“Is it working?”

“Maybe..” Achilles smirked. “But can you at least tell me why we have come all this way if you don't plan to go back to the sea.”

“I heard people really love the ocean. Don't you?”

“... We came all this way so I could see the ocean?”

“Well.... Now that you're saying it out loud it sounds dumb.”

This time, Achilles was the one laughing, which relaxed Nathaniel a little. The siren wasn't the type to really think before acting most of the time. He wanted to spend a bit more time with Achilles, so he just went along with it. And the beach was a great place to do so, right?

When Achilles sat in the sand, Nate figured it wasn't such a bad idea after all. He relaxed even more and sat next to him.

“It is relaxing. As a doctor, I often prescribe walks on the beach, for the salted air. Also, the view is beautiful.”

“It's certainly is.... vaste.... and wet, I guess.”

“Not a big fan huh? Don't sirens love the water?”

“Don't have a lot of good memories here.”

Indeed, his first memory was drowning, and then hurting so badly he thought he might die. He almost did. From that point on, it was only violence, until he found Malachai. And he did love his family, he really did. A little too much. So of course some memories hurt. Like the forced restriction, the everlasting hunger that made him feel like dying at first, his father beating him for his nature, his mother being executed, his sister excluded, banished and erased. The constant pressure of being a prince, knowing than at any moment Triton could revoke him, since he wasn't technically his blood. Knowing that despite that, he loved them all too much to even risk it. To risk them knowing what he did, sometimes, when he went away.

“More mysteries.” Achilles said, making him come back to earth. He shook his head and focused his attention on the man next to him.

“Well what about you Doc?”

“What about me?”

“What's your story?”

“What makes you think I have an interesting story?”

“Let's see. You got a stranger storming into your house in the middle of the night, carrying a man he killed. And not only do you help him burry the body, you also offer him a place for the night AND a ride home. You can't convince me there's not a good story behind this?”

Achilles' smiled deepened and it occurred to Nathaniel that they both didn't stop smiling for a long time now. Achilles took some time to think, but somehow decided to be elusive too.

“Why did you try to save that man yesterday?”

“Why did you help me?”

“You're eluding my questions.”

“And you mine. I guess we both like to play the mysterious card, don't we?”

“I guess we do.”

There was that silence again. Not an unpleasant or uncomfortable one, not at all. A silence Nate didn't hate - he didn't think this was possible.

“I'll tell you what.” This time, it was Nate who broke the silence. He wanted to tell Achilles how much he loved his eyes, but he figured that was a bit too soon. “I answer one question, you answer one of mine. But first, I'm really hungry now. Do you have a place to recommend?”

Achilles raised an eyebrow. “Do you eat human food?”

Nate choked on his laugh. “What?”

“Well, I figured you said you weren't hungry this morning out of politeness, because you didn't want to say that the food wasn't really your type of diet. Was I right? Because, I know I helped you burry a body, but I'm not sure I'm comfortable with assisting while you eat someone.”

“I... You're really a unique type of fellow, aren't you?”

“Or so I heard.”

“Don't worry Doc, I do eat human food. A lot of human food, actually.”

“Perfect then. I know just the place.”

He got up and held out his hand to Nathaniel. And even if the siren didn't really need it, he took it all the same.

#first of all i need to say how PAINFUL it is for me to write a character that don't like the sea #it's killing me for real!! #i love the sea more than i love my life #it's the only place i ever felt good #if i could i'd just go live in the ocean!!! #but it does make sense that nate doesn't like the ocean at all #at least i know have a baby who's favorite poet is Rûmî!! cause he's definitely one of my fav EVER #also not sure i like it but it's a beginning #and they're just so cute being in love so quickly #writing prompt #nathaniel writing prompt #nathaniel blackwater #likeafairytale #nathaniel x achilles

[icanbeyourgenie]

― Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

#mine #the minute i saw that quote #i knew i had to use it for them #the first gif is breaking my heart so much... #nathaniel blackwater #nathaniel x achilles

[icanbeyourgenie]

[ Achilles singing a moving ballad about a forgotten love ]

From the moment Achilles walked into the room, Nathaniel had not been able to focus on anything else. But when he started singing the song... It was something else entirely.

Nate was vaguely aware that he was in the middle of a conversation with Calypso, and that his sister was still talking to him, but he was unable to shift back his focus on her. He had never been good at controlling where his attention was headed, but for once he didn't care.

His mind was racing - and going nowhere - with thoughts on how to proceed. This time, he knew what was happening. Achilles didn't remember him. Not yet. It was a good thing, because it meant they had time. But it was also a bad thing because it meant the love of his life had no idea who he was. And an even more terrible thing because Nate had to make a good first impression - and judging by the previous times, it was not his forte.

The siren was still debating his strategy when he noticed something that immediately put him in movement: the minute Achilles stopped singing, Aeron went to him. And even from across the room, Nathaniel could clearly see him flirting.

He should probably take some time to breathe and to think. He did not. Instead, he raced to them.

"Prince Aeron, I'm sorry to interrupt this conversation" (he was not) "but my sister is requesting your presence."

Nathaniel was fully aware that Calypso had no desire to talk to Aeron more than necessary, and that he brutally cut her mid-sentence to come deal with the situation, but he could deal with an angry Calypso. What he couldn't deal with, however, was Aeron flirting with his man.

The same Aeron who, at the present moment, looked at him like he grew another head.

"I doubt that very much."

"And yet it is the truth." Nathaniel turned his head to look at Achilles. He tried not to let his heart rhythm quickens too much, and he failed. "Good evening. Your song was mesmerizing. Did you write it yourself?"

"I did, actually. It came to me in a dream."

Nathaniel smiled at that. "What a beautiful dream it must have been-"

"Yes, actually..." Aeron cut, and just from the look on his face, Nate understood that he revealed too much of his game, and that Aeron would be more than happy to tease him a little bit. "I invited our new bard to sing more of his mesmerizing songs in the afterwards party I'll be organizing in my private chambers. I would invite you, but I know how you princes of the Sea feel about such parties. Such a shame you'll miss out."

"Oh, are you a prince too?" Achilles asked. "I'm sorry for not greeting you properly, your Highness."

Nate would have found it cute if he didn't see red. Aeron 'innocently' put his arm around Achilles' shoulders and Nathaniel felt a violent urge to detach this arm from Aeron's body.

"I don't find this appropriate considering your engagements towards my sister. You know, your wife."

"Well, what a curious thing for you to say. It's the first time I see you advocate that I should spend more time with her. What seem to be the problem?"

"Maybe I'm just not in a mood to let you disrespect her again tonight."

Nate's anger was fueled by Aeron's nonchalance. The bastard even had the audacity to smile, like he was enjoying himself - which he probably was.

"Now, now. No need to be this hostile. We're all allies here, remember?" He smirked as he got a bit closer to Achilles, making Nate's blood boil. "If you're feeling left out, I'm sure my brother will be more than happy to welcome you in his chamber again. You want me to get him for you?"

Nathaniel couldn't tell what it was exactly that made the urge to wipe Aeron's smile. from his face so strong, but the next thing he knew, he was pushing the fae prince in the extravagant cake the High Queen ordered for the night.

The brutal silence that followed is what brought him back to reality. Silence only broken by Aeron's laugh (that little shit). But a silence that reminded him that he was still in enemy territory, and that he just disrespected the favorite son of the High Queen.

He was in for a big serment from Malachai. His brother was already walking in his direction. Which is why he quickly turned to Achilles, who seemed to have no idea how to react.

"How rude of me, I didn't even properly introduce myself. Hi, I'm Nathaniel. Please stay in the castle. I promise I'm not crazy, and I'd love to discuss about your songs."

As he was dragged away by Malachai, watching the guards try to control the chaotic mess he created and looked at Calypso's shocked expression, he realized one thing: After all these times, after all his meetings with Achilles, he was still terrible at first impressions...

#i love the idea that all achilles/nate meetings have been chaotic #bc nate doesn't know how to react to seeing the love of his life who doesn't remember him #so yeah there was many tries #and it's always this bad #but funny af #also aeron is a bastard (affectionate) #so ofc he'd mess with nate #i love to think that it's a little bit cause he has xanthe's interests at heart #but who am i kidding? #it's just cause he loves the drama lmao #and messing with people #writing prompt #nathaniel writing prompt #nathaniel x achilles #nathaniel blackwater #likeafairytale

[icanbeyourgenie]

“ Tya is my best friend. She's my girl, I won't let a random guy steal her away from me. ” – Achilles to Nathaniel

“Oh, so she'll never date anyone?” Nathaniel retorted, starting to get really mad.

“At least not when I'm around no. Preferably never. I know she's fooling around, but dating? She doesn't need that because she's mine, and you have no right to try to find her a lover!”

“You know that's exactly what she thinks about us right?”

“It's not the same! And also, you're not allowed to get mad. I'm the one who should get mad. You tricked me!”

“Because there was no other way to spend Valentine's day with my boyfriend!!”

“I can't believe you're being such a child right now. We're leaving. We'll talk about this tomorrow.”

Achilles got up and was about to go take Nastya out of this place when Jorah made his move and kissed the girl. Tried to, at least. She turned her head and it landed on her cheek. But he tried again, and it was enough for Achilles to lose it.

The next second, his fist met Jorah's face. Multiple times. It was only when Nathaniel came between them that he stopped hitting. But by then, he already broke Jorah's nose. The man was about to reply but Nate stopped him, and managed to calm him down enough for him to leave the place. Achilles was not calm though.

“I can't believe you did that!” Nate was clearly angry now.

“What? Protecting my girl from a loser who wanted to take advantage of her drunken state? I'm the one who can't believe you came between us?”

“This is getting ridiculous. You're becoming paranoid! And you know what? I'm out of there.”

“Fine. Go. Maybe go take care of your friend before he takes advantage of another drunken girl!”

Nathaniel was already gone at the end of this sentence but Achilles was still angry. He wanted to punch something. So he took a minute to calm down before he turned around to see Nastya, who was resting against a wall, the second bottle finished now. She looked emotionless, but he knew her better than that.

“Let's go. You drank a lot. I need to listen to your heart, and then you need to sleep.”

“No. You should go after him.”

Her voice was icy and he sighed as he made his way to her. She took a step back, which was a very bad sign. She never backed away from him. Even when she was really mad.

“Come on Tya, I didn't know what he had planned. I swear.”

“Then you're an idiot.” Still that same composed, icy voice. “And since I know you're not an idiot, it means it was your plan too.”

“What plan?”

“To get me distracted. So you could spend the night with him without feeling bad about me.” She didn't look at him, but he knew that if she did, she would look half angry, half heart-broken.

“Good. Maybe I'll die and then you'll finally be free to spend eternity with your little boyfriend, right?”

“You're not making any sense. I literally spent the night trying to look at you but you wouldn't look at me. It's the alcohol talking. You know alcohol is bad for your heart.”

“Don't be ridiculous.”

“This was supposed to be our night!” This time her voice wasn't calm. She looked at him with storms in her eyes. “It always had been. It should've been just us! You and me, against the world. You promised! But now... It's not the case anymore.”

“It is! Always!”

“Don't lie to me, Achilles. I can see your feelings. And you know what? I don't want to spend this night with you anymore. I don't think it's just our day anymore.” She let the bottle fall down and break on the floor as she walked away. “Happy birthday.” was the last words she said before leaving Achilles alone to his misery.

#i really said ✨drama✨ #but please #you take a jealous impulsive man #and a pairing that share a clear unhealthy obsession with the other #why do you expect?? #i love how i understand every one of their pov like #truly from their pov they all make sense #but in the end they're all truly heartbroken #and yeah it's a bit funny to me 😈😈 #i swear I love them tho #my eyes are closing I hope there's not too many mistakes #anastasia petrova #anastasia x achilles #nathaniel blackwater #nathaniel x achilles #anastasia writing prompt #nathaniel writing prompt #writing prompt #likeafairytale