#M: I SQUEALED SEEING YOU CALL HIM HORUS

[when-the-doves-cry]

heeeeyyy Horus, you didn't tell me tunner has doggo traits! I found out he responds to the forbidden phrase "whozagoodboy" and it was as hilarious as it was adorable~ but then I thought, how would he react to someone who has a strong bond with him and you were the first person that came to mind *snrk* have you ever used that trick before?

"Mmm?" Horus perked up and looked over at Techy, covering his mouth and giggling as they shared their new discovery. "Ah-haww, poor tunner... He gets so flustered getting called that. I hope you left him with at least some shred of dignity!" He chirped and laughed, smiling brighter then you'd ever seen before. "Yes, yes, I am very aware of this little trick, and I think it's adorable.. He really is such a good, sweet boy. a very good boy."

[2lim3rz]

horus constantly distracting his partner from work with that brand of really demanding, deep kisses and such. trying to complete administrative work? really hard to do when horus lupercal is mouthing at your neck and rubbing your thighs

HIS LOVELY STAR [Horus Lupercal x Reader / WH30k / Lightly NSFW]

It seemed one day of peace was one day too much when it came to working on paperwork. Paperwork that you initially procrastinated on until the last minute. Not that it was difficult, no, you simply had.. Distractions.

So begrudgingly, you left the warmth of the bed in the Warmaster's chambers. You left his unyielding arms after convincing him that you both had duties to get back to. You knew that he was watching your leave with a mischievous gaze. He always had something up his sleeve after all. Even with your own reluctance to actually work..

After all, you really wanted to stay in those strong arm. Feeling the strength of the primarch held back in favor of gentle teasing strokes and light groping of your thighs and rear. His kisses quite literally taking your breath away before he had enough of dominating your mouth and began to go lower.. trailing kisses to your breasts..

Oh that left you and him both annoyed when business came to call. Which was how you were in your current predicament. Impatiently filling paperwork as your leg bobbed up and down in a way to hopefully shake out your jittery feelings. Eyebrows arched downward and your face pulled into a pout.

Maybe.. if he had time this evening..

The door opened, and the heavy steps that followed were the only reason you didn't actively turn around right away. "Mmmnh, how long since you took a break?" his voice was suddenly beside your ear. Jumping with a squeal, you turned in your chair to behold a large bald head. His handsome face (one that no statue or picture could hope to recreate the ethereal qualities of) was smug appearing. "Some hours ago I had lunch." you breathed out, hoping to soothe your jittery heart as you kissed him upon his cheek and turned back to your paperwork.

"Hm." was all he hummed out. Peering over you as you worked. Companionable silence was something you enjoyed on occasion. Maybe.. he'll find a peacefully compliant planet and you two could see the stars together as you did on some..

Your content thoughts of the more mundane side of you two's.. relationship were dashed away as his lips caressed your neck, pulling away just as you felt his warm breath.. "..Horus?" you questioned. Shivering as you felt his massive hand settle on your thigh. "Don't mind me, sweetheart," he purred and you tried your hardest to so as he said as he continued to kiss upon your throat.. at times lingering and sucking upon the skin, others he nipped and lick "Just finish your work."

Oh.. it was a painful request. Your torment further added to as his dreadful hand squeezed and rubbed at your leg. Occasionally his fingers go close.. so close to rubbing between them that you whimpered.

"Horus-" you whined. You needed more, wanted him. It was maddening to feel his lingering touches as his other hand moved your shirt so he could have further access to more of you. "Don't let me-"

BRRMMM. BRRMMM. BRRMMM.

You both snapped an angry glare to the panel beside the door as the intercoms patched through. "Warmaster Lupercal, requested at the command deck. Warmaster Lupercal, requested at the command deck." droned a bored voice. You felt the primarchs reluctance as he pulled away after leaving a final hickey upon you. His hand momentarily groping between your legs this time.. You even caught a glimpse of him adjusting himself to look more presentable.

"This must be my punishment for taking my time," he mused, glancing over to you with a wink "I will see you tonight, my lovely star."

You had no idea how you were going to last that long.

[shining-red-diamond]

Ch. 24: Hieroglyphs

Cast of Characters//Ch. 1//Ch. 2//Ch. 3//Ch. 4//Ch. 5//Ch. 6//Ch. 7//Ch. 8//Ch. 9//Ch. 10//Ch. 11//Ch. 12//Ch. 13//Ch. 14//Ch. 15//Ch. 16//Ch. 17//Ch. 18//Ch. 19//Ch. 20//Ch. 21//Ch. 22//Ch. 23//Ch. 24//Ch. 25//Ch. 26//Ch. 27//Ch. 28 (coming soon)

Words: 1.6k

Genre: Fluff, some angst

Pairing: ATEEZ OT8 x OCs

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: mentions of illness, scarab beetle attack, mentions of fear

“Easy, San,” Seonghwa instructed as his crewmate carefully hopped down into the carved hole in the Sphinx’s foot.

The crew followed the map to where the Great Sphinx was located, and they found two large stones that covered an entryway to a hidden cavern. Jongho and Yunho removed the fases yellow stones and set them to the side, and Seonghwa was the first one to hop into the hole with a torch in hand as the flashlights had run out of batteries in India. One by one, the crew joined him in the dusty space, Mingi being the last one to join them.

“Okay,” Seonghwa said, “the maps tell us we don’t have far to walk this time, but like the last two there are still death traps. Be cautious.”

“Here,” Jongho piped up as he pulled out his lighter, “these torches will last about an hour, so we’ll have to go quickly if we want enough light to get us through.”

The tiny flame touched each torch, fire blooming and providing an orange glow in the pitch darkness. Seonghwa, Yunho, Jongho, and San all held a torch and positioned themselves to illuminate the front back and sides of the group. The walls themselves were much wider than the catacombs in Rome, allowing the crew much more room to journey through; ancient hieroglyphs decorated the walls as they depicted the most powerful pharaohs and told stories of the gods of Egypt. Dirt covered the path they walked on, but it wasn’t as rough as Italy’s.

“We need to look for the wall with the inscription on it,” Dahae piped up as they began their walk beneath the Sphinx. “The diamond is in a room with treasure hidden away by the great pharaohs.”

“What’s written in the inscription?” Seonghwa asked as they turned a corner.

“It’s all in hieroglyphs, but Celestia translated it.”

San couldn’t help but smile. Even when she couldn’t do much, she was still helping with the journey in her own way.

Dahae cleared her throat and read, “‘The treasure of Nephertiti. May the Eye of Horus watch over it. Thieves be warned as punishment will be upon you if you choose that path.”

“That last part makes absolutely no sense,” Dinah shook her head.

“I mean, Celestia did write ‘Weird, but okay’ at the bottom,” Dahae laughed.

The rest of the crew chuckled at Celestia’s humor, but Seonghwa composed himself as to continue with their quest. It wasn’t long before they reached a blank wall guarded by jackal headed statues made of gold. Putting his flaming torch to use, the first mate leaned it towards a sort of indention on the wall. He brushed the dirt away and discovered the warning that was translated on the map.

“Are we supposed to look for a switch or something?” Grace-Anne broke the silence as she tried to look around.

Seonghwa took note of a small vertical crack in the wall. It was so microscopic one would need to scan the wall a few times to see it. He followed it with his eye and found that it was a door that had been sealed.

“Yunho, Jongho, help me push this,” he commanded the two strongest members. The three of them handed their torches over to the women before placing their hands on the wall.

On the count of three, the men used their combined strengths to get the passageway open. It took a few grunts and strained muscles, but the door finally moved with Jongho falling forward a little. Inside of the cavern was dark with the exception of the torches illuminating the area. However, some sunlight was peaking through, but it provided enough light to display the treasure that was spread out in piles.

“Look,” Mingi pointed to something on the ceiling. The Eye of Horus was painted just above a large bust of what Seonghwa guessed was Nephertiti. More hieroglyphs decorated the surrounding walls, and four stone pillars held gold statues of Egyptian gods. Gold coins, jewels, and other precious treasures littered the floor, tempting to the soul who happened to stumble upon it.

“According to the map,” Dahae said as she checked around, “the diamond piece should be somewhere...San you’re standing on it.”

The navigator glanced down at his boot and saw something twinkling in the minimal sunlight. “Hey, you’re right,” he smiled.

Just before he could reach for it, Taeran stopped him.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she shook her head and released him after a pause.

With his gloved index finger and thumb, San carefully picked up the piece and placed it into a small pouch for Grace-Anne to examine later.

Suddenly the ground shook violently, causing the crew to tumble to the ground. Thankfully, the quake only lasted a few seconds, and some of the crew were dusting off the dirt and coins that fell on them.

Seonghwa stood back to his feet and helped Grace-Anne to her feet. “Whoever took some treasure,” he warned, “put it back. We’re not thieves.”

“No one took anything except the diamond,” Dinah defended. “Something else must have triggered the shaking.”

“Was it a curse?” Mingi whimpered in fright.

“I doubt it. Besides, the riddle didn’t say anything about a curse, but they did talk about some sort of punishment ‘for thieves.’ WOOYOUNG, STEP AWAY FROM THAT STONE!!!”

The crew turned their heads to where the young man was kneeled tying the laces on his boots. His head popped up in surprise at his girlfriend’s voice screaming at him. When he saw what his foot was on, his face turned a ghostly white in horror. At jack rabbit speed he jumped to his feet, and back as far away from the stone as possible.

The dark, yellow stone was sunken in between two brown ones and engraved with a large beetle on top of it, and Dahae knew it was another trap.

Crackling and chirping noises sounded from the walls and underneath them. It started soft but quickly grew louder and louder with each second.

“What’s that?” Dinah panicked as she pointed out something metallic blue that was oozing out from the cracks between the ceiling and the walls. It wasn’t oozing, but rather...crawling?

Dahae let out a horrified gasp as she pulled Wooyoung from the statue. “Scarabs!” she squealed. “Run!”

The crew made a dash for the door, however, the beatles were multiplying in numbers and charging towards them at lightning speed.

“Keep waving your torches at them,” Dahae instructed. “They won’t touch us if there’s light.”

Those who didn’t have a torch huddled together as the four men surrounded them. The group scuttled back towards the entrance, one beetle nearing Taeran’s foot and Mingi being quick to kick it away.

“Don’t stop running until we get to the entrance!” Seonghwa ordered.

-

“Byeol,” Celestia’s voice called. “Come here, kitty!”

Hongjoong’s eyes slowly opened. He wasn’t sure what was going on or who Byeol was, but it sounded as if the Choi’s somehow got a pet. A cat, as Celestia mentioned. He heard his bedchamber door creak open, but nobody came in. That was until a sopping wet Siamese cat jumped up on the bed and began to dry itself on the duvet. The captain jumped as he wasn’t expecting an animal to pay a visit.

“Hey! Get out of here!” Hongjoong shouted weakly.

Phoebe and Celestia dashed in and scooped the cat up off of the bed.

“Sorry, captain,” apologized Phoebe. “We were just about to dry her off, but she got away from us.”

Hongjoong sighed. “It’s fine. I just want to know when the cat became a new member of the ship.”

“Well, she snuck on here when we were in India,” Celestia explained. “I found her snuggling San, and she quite likes the company.”

Hongjoong couldn’t ever get mad around Celestia. Really, no one could. She was just that type of person that no one could ever hate or be angry with. She was such an angelic soul and did her best to be kind. Her pregnancy hormones did attempt to hinder that at times when she had her mood swings, but it was understandable as she was growing another human.

“We need to teach you how to knock, silly,” she cooed at the cat.

Phoebe wrapped Byeol in the towel and carried her out to go finish drying her off.

“Would you like for me to take the duvet to the laundry room?” Celestia offered.

Hongjoong shook his head. “Dahae will take care of it,” he mumbled. “You take care of the cat.”

“Alright.”

Not even two minutes after she left, Hongjoong heard what he guessed was a stampede of horses on the ship. He opened his eyes to see what was wrong, but his fiancée burst into the room, dirty and out of breath. The illness seemed to disappear from the captain upon seeing the love of his life in such a state. He jumped out of bed and was by Dahae’s said in a matter of milliseconds.

“What happened?” he asked her. “Is everyone okay?”

She nodded, and the center of gravity shifted. The ship was taking off.

“We got the diamond,” she whimpered through a forced smile.

Hongjoong believed her, but he didn’t believe the smile she was trying to give him. He could tell that the tears forming around her red eyes weren’t of loss, but rather of fear.

“Did a mummy scare you?” he teased a little in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Dahae shook her head. She didn’t say anything else at all, but rather just embrace Hongjoong as she couldn’t hold back her sobs anymore.

“It’s okay, my love,” he shushed as he stroked her hair. “I’ll run a bath, and we’ll talk about it.”

-

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[decadentrpg-blog]

WELCOME ROSE, YOU’VE BEEN ACCEPTED FOR THE ROLE OF ANTONELLA PICQUERY

Admins Note: My favorite femme fatale has arrived to stun us all. I absolutely squealed at your interpretation of Antonella. Every facet of her narcissism, her excessive indulgence and proud ego has been carved out. The sample paragraph had me chuckling, poor bloke! All in all, I can’t wait to see Antonella twirl past midnight, capturing sin with every step she takes.  Congratulations on your acceptance again, please make sure to head your way to the checklist and submit your account within the next 24 hours!

OUT OF CHARACTER

Name / Alias: Rose.  Pronouns: She/Her. Age: 21. Timezone: EST (GMT +5) 

IN CHARACTER

Full Name: Antonella Margaux Picquery Sexuality: Bisexual. Gender/Pronouns: Cis Female. She/Her. Hogwarts House: Slytherin.

Head canons

warning Mentions of death, narcissistic shenanigans.

ONE She caresses her lover’s cheek. I could kill someone, if I needed to, she thinks, and then kisses her. And even if I didn’t need to, I think I could.

TWO There are two sorts of lovers. Curiosities and passions. The former begins on a whim, at the briefest mix of boredom and interest. And is done with and gone as quick as it occured. The second is sweeter and, well. She doesn’t pursue them. She’s too beautiful to pursue anyone or anything. Anything she desires eventually must make its way to her. So she keeps the door open. She sets out the trail of breadcrumbs and waits for them to find themself where she always knew they would. In her thrall. It’s inevitable.

THREE Antonella has a higher tolerance for pretty muggles over ugly wizards. Far better to listen to idle small talk pour from lovely lips, rather than intricate spells from a cracked maw. In fact, she once had a muggle. He glanced about her apartments and laughed, nervous. Irritating. But he looked like the angels had cut him from the night sky. She wanted to sink her teeth into him. So she did. Until one day, she met a golden eyed half veela and left him, forgotten, in Morocco.

& HORUS “Stay with me,” she says. “I love you,” and it feels like the truth. The best lies always do. He stays, she stays, they stay. One day she lies to him and it feels like the truth, tastes like the truth, sounds like the truth. And while she remembers the words in stunned silence (were they the truth? impossible) he leaves.

FIVE Antonella is morbidly blithe and playfully cruel. She believes life is only a series of distractions and games. It is an exercise in enjoyment and the one who lives best is the one who laughs most. So she laughs and lives for herself and her pleasure alone. Labor is what others do to support her wants and her yearnings; worker bees for a queen. She bears them neither gratitude or malice. Her payment is every moment they’re allowed to observe her. What they have is symbiotic. Without culture, the arts, people like her, how could they ever bear their grim, small lives?

SIX Her grandmother dies, face haggard and hidden, and Antonella has never admired anyone more. When her mother comes to slide the veil away, Antonella slaps her hands. This is a final, sacred wish. The aesthetic preserved at all cost. She takes and keeps the lesson. She buries it in her heart, and lets it sprout.

SEVEN No one’s ever made her grow up and so, there are traces of a child’s ambiguous innocence within her. An almost complete absence of empathy for others. An almost impressive preoccupation with herself and her own wants, needs, and comfort. If an acquaintance is weeping, she knows enough to say nothing of her slight hunger, to embrace and comfort them, but she will wonder, wistfully, of when can she go and indulge herself? She has spent her life being spoiled, and sees no reason why that should stop.

EIGHT This’s how her parents regard her: A living doll. A paradox. Dolls don’t live. They exist. They’re displayed and owned. What do dolls exist for, if not to be handled? If not to be the eternal object to another’s subject. Nothing great could come from anything so slight, and delicate. This is the worst hurt of her half life.

& WREN She looks at Wren and says, “Charming.” This has only happened twice before, and the best time had been in an empty glen, her veins full of liquor and delight. The thestral had gazed at her and she at it. A warm, fondness overtook her, the same fondness that heated her neck when she considered Wren, the same fondness she had for all rough diamonds. For the beauty that hid itself in plain sight. With every rebuff and dismissal, the indignant fondness doesn’t diminish. It grows. “Quaint,” she breathes under her breath, as Wren flees her, because she has been here before. She has done this before. And the sweetest part of a thing’s creation is its destruction. The artist knows best how to ruin art. Piecing it all together, building it all up, only to learn its most intimate machination, to know the best way to pluck the heart of it out, and watch it topple. She’s a child demolishing her sand castles, her blood hot and salted. Another game, another dear distraction; the foundation of life.

& EVANDER Antonella never accepts the bill when it comes. It has never and will never occur to her that she should. Sometimes she might consider the morality of an action. That it’s wrong, that it might hurt. But then here is the crux of the matter: She wants, so she does, and she takes. She wants her fiance’s friend, Evander, so she has him, and when she no longer wants him--a whim, a curiosity--he’s tossed aside. Forgotten.

& DARIUS Given the choice, she surrounds herself with beautiful things and beautiful people. Envy is rarely, if ever, a present concern of hers. She would say, I long to be surrounded by beautiful women and beautiful men. And never dream to add, Beautiful, but not as beautiful as myself. What a hypothetical, theoretical waste of breath. Where would she find anyone or anything as beautiful as herself? Or, since she’s already sunk into the depths of myth and fantasy, more beautiful. In a story, or a dream? She may’ve met one such woman, in a nightmare, but it was only Antonella’s reflection arisen from the dark sea. She may’ve met one such woman at a party, where she had been so wrecked with terror and drunkenness and desire that she knew she would die, but it was only her staring back from the window.

So her fiance isn’t as beautiful as her, but she loves to look at him, and be looked upon with him. Has she ever looked finer than with him at her side, than with her at his side, their arms entangled? And has anything ever felt more distant and unsettled, than his hand on her shoulder? Stiff, dry, odd. Lust melts her lovers into her but he remains cold and far off. She might pretend to feel for him romantic distress when she clasps their hands together, but the more time passes the more her passion for him becomes devoured by pride and vanity and sooner or later, rage.

In Character Paragraph

Antonella sways, breathes in air soaked with color and delirium. Smiles at a girl draped in silver sparkle, her mouth like a melted rose. There are whispers and clumsy gazes directed towards Antonella, who preens. There are trumpets and saxophones screaming away into the night. “The muggles are working themselves into a terrible frenzy tonight.” She loves it. Her walk is one-third dance.

“They’re called No Maj,” her companion, Douglas, corrects her, thoughtless, and she ignores him in the same manner. He hasn’t noticed the anticipation of reverie around them. He doesn’t have the nose for it as she does, and he’s too preoccupied with how he must look to her, anyways. Which is just as well.

A Rolls Royce waits to chariot them to an intimate gathering of artists, on the edge of Harlem and nowhere. It’s a convertible; the interior all butterscotch leather that complements her dark silhouette, her cream gown, her easy privilege. Antonella drives because her companion can’t and won’t. Because he becomes wrecked with a terrible sweat at first sight of the automobile. Because she wants to and it’s hers and she ignores his hand wringing. His vague mutterings on humiliation and control. Was this the muggleborn in him talking? How exotic. “I prefer portkey,” he says, finally.

“Oh, darling, you’re no fun,” she replies, snapping her elegant, leather gloves on. Those gloves are too much involved in her excitement to drive. She has been overcome, for the past two days, by the thought of them and how sporty and fine she’ll look with her hands on the wheel. Her hair flying in the wind behind her, a cape of midnight darker than even the night around them.

How glamorous! And irresistable she’ll seem, even more so than she always does, if that’s possible. She regards Douglas, her expression pleasant and juxtaposed against the frost in her eyes, “Don’t tell me you get car sick, Douglas.” If he does, she just might abandon him right there, rather than follow him by portkey, or have him ruin her butterscotch seats. Her heart’s too much set on the idea of herself in the car with her gloves on. She imagines the jittering men and smirking women, their admiring gazes warm against her skin.

Rather than answer her, he gapes at her. His grey eyes wide and striking enough to remind her why she allowed him into her company. “My name is Harold.”

“What is that, Henry?” she asks, his voice lost beneath the engines hum and her own delight. As the car takes off at a terrible speed, he forgets himself and what he means to say. He clutches the dashboard instead. Her smile is serene. His yelps escalate as the vehicle slips off the Manhattan Bridge. The East River swallows them whole, and Antonella peers at the sickly sea life swimming around their bubble.

“How can you call yourself a wizard, Henry? Everything shocks and upsets you.” Ilvermorny must be a poor institution indeed. “It’s almost as if you’ve never been in an enchanted vehicle before.”

“You upset me,” he gasps.

Before she can reply, the car begins to sing, a sweet thrilling blues melody, and Antonella crows along with it, their voices clear and lovely above Douglas’s frantic complaints. The night looks full of possibilities. She can tilt the car just so and shake Douglas out into the blue beyond. (Cruel? Perhaps, but how cruel was he, to bore her so?) She can find someone beautiful and sink with them into the Atlantic. Laugh and drink at the intimate gathering. Laugh and drink at the frenzy behind her, instead, and fill those muggles’ hearts with unexpected rapture. Swim with the sharks. Make love beneath the moon. Or any number of pleasures, as yet undiscovered. How good to be alive. How good to be Antonella.

Extras

Mockblog.​Edits.​Playlist.

[btp-yami]

Incarnate Jazz ft. MAJOR PLOTS~

This struck me yesterday at work and IT WOULD MAKE SO MUCH SENSE OKAY AND ITS OFFICIALLY CANON TO THE YGO AD ‘VERSE SO THERE.

Another month passed of Madji Qadir attacking or spying on their family; Noah heard from Joey and Tea even that Madji’s antics had spread to them. Joey woke to find the windows of the Cafe smashed in, the whole place in disarray, and Tea found the same with her smaller apartment when she got back from work one day. Putting the places back together was the easy part; but Noah could take a hint.

Madji was quickly losing it.

Atticus had told him about Madji’s both creepy and destructive behavior, when Noah had first witnessed him being arrogant and carrying a confident swagger. With such delay in accessing his full powers, Noah could see Madji descending into what he could only assume was born from dashed expectations.

Still, Madji refused to fight Noah. Refused to be anywhere near him, actually, even when he had attempted an attack on Jessie. He fled as soon as Noah showed up, glowing eyes and wings at the ready.

And then, after that month of being on-edge, the moment finally arrived: Alice frantically called Jessie one morning - early - that her water broke. Noah, Jessie and Catherine promptly rushed over to get Alice to the hospital, with Noah calling Atem ahead of time and sending a quick text to the kids for once they were out of school.

Atem had gone in with Alice, of course, meanwhile Jessie and Catherine paced outside the room impatiently, but Noah had gone to the waiting area on that floor, watching out the window carefully.

Discreetly, so that no one would notice, Noah was projecting as subtle of a field of protection as he could manage. He would at least be able to sense if Madji tried anything, but he didn’t want to draw any attention, either.

And then Catherine came up behind him, halfway lunging at him with a squeal that scared the living daylights out of him.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon!” Catherine kept her voice down, but grinned as she tugged him away from the window. “The baby’s here, he’s here!! Jessie’s already gone in, you’re late!”

“Wait--i-it’s a boy--?” Noah asked with slight delay (not appreciating suddenly being brought out of a stupor).

“Keep up, Pretty Boy, yes it’s a boy!”

When they were outside the room, Catherine shoved Noah at the door, then motioning for him to go further in with a grin. She then hissed at him “Trust me, everything will feel so much better, just go see the baby~!”

Noah arched a brow at her, but it wasn’t like he was going to leave, so...

He hesitantly stepped in, seeing Jessie first, and she similarly grinned and urged him closer. Noah finally smiled faintly and came closer, his smile only growing once he looked over to the bed, moving an arm around Jessie’s waist.

Alice still looked very drained and sleepy, Atem nestled next to her on the hospital bed, and both were smiling down at the baby in Alice’s arm. Atem glanced up when Jessie and Noah edged closer, and he passed a smile to Noah before grinning back down at his third child.

Noah returned a small smirk, before smiling as well, observing the newborn boy.

The baby was still a bit red and pudgy, but had inherited Atem’s skin color. A tiny tuft of blond hair could be seen (not nearly as bright a blond as Noah’s, but pretty close), and he was still fussing from the cold air.

Noah’s smile grew subconsciously - and then the babe’s eyes split open.

One eye was a bright gold, almost matching Atem’s shade when his wolf DNA was triggered; the other was sky blue, even paler than Noah’s shade of blue. It was only for a minute, before his eyes squinted again.

Whatever had been in his eyes, though, Noah’s smile had faded in an instant; his eyes were wide, exhaling deeply as a shiver shot up his spine. He forgot how to breathe in for a moment, mouth parting in slight stun.

“Oh my God...!” He muttered, almost inaudibly, before his brow furrowed.

The babe’s eyes split open again, once again showing the gold and pale blue.

H o r u s ...!

~*~*~*~

“My son is what...!?”

Noah frowned. “There’s no way it’s anything else...! I could sense it, just like with Catherine, ‘Tem.”

Atem was wide-eyed; not too long after his newborn had been taken aside to be checked-over, and Alice was left with Jessie and Catherine to rest and recover, Noah had pulled Atem aside to a nearby hallway that lacked any nurses or doctors.

Noah gave a small nod. “Y-Your baby...h-he’s the mortal incarnate of Horus, Atem...! It explains why Madji was after Alice, he could probably sense it, too...!”

“No,” Atem blinked and looked off, shaking his head. “No, there’s no way--at least not that we could tell, I mean - we didn’t find out about Ma’at until you were a grown man! And Catherine was older when she found out!”

“I-I think it’s because it’s so strong,” Noah mused, thoughtful, before frowning, “Or maybe because it’s Horus - Pharaohs carried out the duties and righteousness of Ma’at. It makes sense that I could sense it.”

“He’s a baby--!” Atem argued, stepping closer and attempting to keep his voice to a hush. “That’s too much to put on an infant!”

“I mean it’s not like he’ll understand yet...?” Noah arched a brow, before frowning. “Atem, this is important...! This means we need to keep the baby safe from Madji more than ever now - I haven’t been able to sense Madji nearby, but there’s no guarantee he won’t come after him once you bring him home...!”

Atem shuddered, looking off with a frown, and not finding any real response.

Noah let his shoulders relax, before he smiled faintly. “What’s his name...?”

Atem looked up with slight surprise, but then relaxed and smiled himself, almost laughing. “Alice had asked Bella for ideas, and...she was really stuck on Oswald. Alice had wanted Roy. So...Oswald Roy Mutou.”

“Aw,” Noah grinned. “Ozzie~. That’s cute.”

Atem gave him a small glare. “You are not calling him Ozzie.”

“Hell yeah I am.”