#aquila: what are you doing here?

[aquilamage]

getting so far ahead of myself but can't stop thinking about how I would format stuff with putting the transcript out there

[angrygirlromero]

CELEBRTY CRUSH

WARNING: grammar mistakes, suggestive themes!

Pairing: Charlie Bushnell x fem!actress

Charlie Bushnell hadn’t been a very famous actor, he wasn’t the newest in the movie industry either, yet here he sat on the set of a talk show, a bright smile on his handsome face as the woman who was the host questioned him about his newest role.

The host had just asked him about the beginnings of his acting career, Charlie letting out a chuckle at the question before going on to explain how it had been in the family his uncle was also an actor, and just how much he had enjoyed school plays.

“But it was watching Stranger thing for the first time, so that’s what really did it for me, yeah I thought it was amazing that kids close to my age were acting” said Charlie “oh wow so you were a stranger thing kid then?” Asked the host in amusement, “oh yeah, I was really in love with Maya Byers- well I mean I’m still in love with her, I mean come on a pageant queen in the 80’s with fire powers, that’s gotta be every teenage boys fantasy” exclaimed Charlie with a blush on his cheek.

“Oh it seems that bad boy Luke Castellan has a thing for Maya Byers, well who would’ve thought” laughed out the host as she looked at Charlie in disbelief. “Oh well yeah Aquilia Black is a truly stunning woman” said Charlie with a final smile looking over to the camera.

Aquilia Black sat with her mouth opened infront of her living room tv, the pillow on her lap being squashed with great force as the teenage girl’s face turned completely red, her best friend holding a similar expression upon her face as she sat next to the girl.

“OH MY GOD” exclaimed her best friend with and excited squeal as she turned to her best friend to shake the girl back into reality, “Luke Castellan has a huge crush on you!” Screamed Julia, to which Aquilia winced at her high pitched voice.

Aquilia said nothing as she kept looking back to the screen where the young actor still sat smiling at whatever question the host asked him, “lia did you hear me? The actor of THE Luke Castellan the character you’ve been in love with for the past months just said he’s had a crush on you forever, and you say nothing?” Rambled Julia.

“What do you want me to say?” Asked lia calmly, brushing some of her messy curls from her face. “Lia baby can you give me your phone?” “Why?” “Just give me your phone” lia shook her head, denying her best friends request.

Julia tilted her head at her friend for a split second before tackling her to the ground. “Julia no!” Exclaimed lia from under Julia as the older girl attempted to take her phone form her.

“It’s for your own benefit Aquilia!” “No! It’s gonna cause a scandal!” “I do not care” said Lia as she failed miserably at trying to hide her phone, soon enough Julia had grabbed the phone from the curly haired girl, "Julia no leave it alone."

"Come on I'm just gonna follow him on instagram that's not that bad" expressed Julia as she watched her best friend seated on the cold floor with a worried expression, the older girl taking her time to type in his user @iamcharliebushnell on the instagram search bar and going into his profile to follow back his account.

Aquilia stared at her best friend in defeat, and soon enough Julia handed her back her phone with a sweet smile before bending down to place a Kiss on her friends forehead, "You'll thank me later, my love" whispered Julia before heading to the kitchen of their shared apartment for a snack.

Aquila sat with her phone in her hands her dark green eyes staring at the bright seen, where Charlie's insta profile laid, a picture of him on the beach with the sun setting behind him, and there it said mutuals, she was fucked.

Charlie Bushnell breathed out heavily as he hit the punching bag before him, sweat draining down his face as he balanced on his feet his coach behind him instructing his movments, his phone had been blowing up for the past hour and the young actor had not bothered to check up on it, brushing it aside as Dior spamming him with tik toks or maybe the fandom had discovered another one of his baby pictures.

Since the premier of Percy Jackson, Charlie had grown accustomed to people spamming his accounts and he wasn't complaining, "Hey Charlie take a break, your phone has been blowing up for the past hour you might wanna check that out" suggested his coach with a reassuring smile before walking off to another guy that had been training on the other side of the gym.

Charlie nodded his head in agreement, before walking over to where his gym bag laid along side his water bottle and phone, the actor taking his time to pick up his bottle of water and take a sip from it, his eyes soon falling to his phone that was now buzzing with missed calls from Dior.

And soon enough Dior was calling again, Charlie frowned at this quick to pick up his phone, "Yo Dior what-" "Where have you been?? I've been calling you for the past hour Charlie! have you seen it yet?" rambled out the girl.

Her loud tone causing Charlie to flinch, “seen what?” Asked Charlie in a confused tone, “you’ve got to be kidding me, you haven’t seen it yet, go check your follow!” Exclaimed Dior as Charlie frowned before removing his phone from his ear putting the girl on speaker phone before going into Instagram to check his following.

His eyes widened at the sight before him, @aquiliablack has followed you, Charlie stood in shock, “Bushnell you still there?” Sounded Dior’s voice from his phone’s speaker, “Aquilia followed me?” Asked Charlie in disbelief.

“And we’ve lost him” mumbled out Dior with a smile from one end of the call, “you think that’s good? check her twitter” said Dior to which Charlie took a second to stare at the following notification before he swiped out of the account going into twitter.

He was quick to go to the search bar typing @angrygirlaquilia and surely her account was the first to pop up begging verified.

@angrygirlaquilia Following

I think Maya Byers has a crush on Luke Castellan…

5:35 p.m 11/10/24 2.6M Views

💬 1.3M 🔁 50K ❤️ 1.8M

@AryanSimhadri

no way @cbushnell15 I guess dreams really do come true

@walkerscobell3

I’m getting a new mom? 😧 @cbushnell15

@user189086

no way!!! She saw the interview!!!

@user176348

Bro what

@user11160

There’s no way Luke could pull Maya

@user90856

My parents!!!

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Charlie Bushnell wasn't sure if he was still breathing, surely he could feel his heart beating out of his chest, his cheeks were flushed red, when he had spoken about how much he admired Aquilia he didn't expect her to actually see it and even make a response.

"Charlie! Charlie! you still there" rang Dior's voice from his phone's speaker as Charlie took his free hand brining it up to his racing heart, he was sure this was a dream come true, Aryan was right maybe dreams do come true after all.

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Aquilia Black took a deep breath as she stood on set of Jimmy Fallons, The tonight show, not for the first time, but yet Aquilia found herself feeling somewhat nervous, being on his show once again, most especially without her cast mates.

"And here with us tonight we have the stunning, and most talented Aquilia Black with us" Aquilia smiled as the curtains opened before her and the the cameras all turned to face her, all eyes were on her, as she stood in all her beautiful glory, her silky blue dress flowing pass her ankles as she made her entrance.

The teen actor flashed smiles to everyone in the room making sure to wave and greet everyone in the crowd before taking her respective seat next to Jimmy, "Wow it's like every time I see you, you've grown even more beautiful!" exclaimed the proud host, "Thank you Jimmy you flatter me, truly" said the young girl as she blushed.

"I mean when I first met you, you were what? six? my gosh how long it's been, when I first met you, you were a shy little girl seated on Chris Hemsworth's lap" joked Jimmy, and it had been true Aquilia could recall clearly how nervous she had been being apart of the MCU as Thor's daughter, and Chris had insisted to take her to the interview with him.

"Its been that long Jimmy, and you still remain my favorite host" joked Aquilia as Jimmy laughed at her flattering, "imagine and now you're staring in the new game of thrones spin off, everyone I present the Alyssa Targaryen" exclaimed Jimmy, as he carried on asking about her newest role in house of dragon.

"So Lia, seriously talking now, I know you've always been truly honest with me, so now I'm going to ask the question that's been driving the internet insane for the past week, what's happening between you and teen actor Charlie Bushnell?" asked Jimmy as the crowd erupted in teasing cheers.

"Well Jimmy if I knew what was going on I'd tell you but I personally have no idea" said Aquilia with a confused shrug causing Jimmy to giggle at her words, "Are you serious? so let's get this straight Charlie went on national television, admitted to having a crush of you, and you respond saying he has a shot and he didn't shoot his shot?!" asked Jimmy in pure disbelief.

"Well Jimmy I don't see why he wouldn't have a chance, he seems like a nice, good guy, but i think I may have seen the interview too late" said Aquilia with a sad expression, "Oh no a guy can't get over a woman like you so fast sweet girl" Said Jimmy with a sympathy smile before his time was up, "Well ladies and gentlemen that was Aquilia Black, thank you for coming Aquilia!" "The pleasure was all mine, Jimmy, it was nice to see you again, thank you for having me once again."

Charlie Bushnell stood with his fists clenged shut as he watched the interview on his laptop, seated on the kitchen counter of his parents house, a wave of anger, embarrassment, and hurt washing over the young boy as he watched Aquila's saddened face when Jimmy asked her if they had been talking.

Anger that he had been the one to first express his feeling and yet he had been too afraid to even dm the girl, when he had already been given the green light that he had a chance with the girl of his drams, yet he had done nothing so far.

Embarrassment, because Charlie Bushnell was a fool, any man would say that, Aquilia Black was not only a beautiful, successful actress, but a kind girl from respected family, many men would kill to be in his choose yet Charlie had done nothing, he had done his best to put aside Leah and Dior's insisting messages all week long to talk to the girl, along with Aryan and Walker's encouraging messages to finally talk to the girl.

Hurt, because of the sad expression that had been displayed on her face at the sole mention of his name, it could physically hurt him by simply seeing her sad, sad, hurt and confused because of him. So Charlie did the only manly thing he could think of at the moment.

↩️ @aquiliablack> 📞 📹

you replied to their story

Hi

I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for not messaging you earlier, it was a dick move to confess on live television my crush on you and then treat you like that, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes on, and I'm so mesmerized by you.

Seen

[loojii]

Constellations as blue aliens! I made these last year, only uploaded them on Patreon Aquila, Cygnus, Pavo, Canis Minor, Canis Major, Boötos, Minor Leo, Lepus, Lupus, Cetus, Centaurus, Orion

For more info about them see the lore dump under the line ~

Aquila the eagle constellation. A myth tied to the constellation tells about Zeus, who transformed himself into an eagle, and kidnaps a pretty boy to be the cup bearer of the Gods. This boy was of course Aquarius. So the characters are friends! Or well, Aquila pressures Aquarius into doing dumb stuff and Aquarius can't say no (in a way kidnapping him for a good time). Aquila's outfit is based on an eagle as well, with white on top and dark on the bottom. He, and other bird constellations, have feather like hair! He is the younger brother of Cygnus and Pavo, and the older brother of Columba and Corvus (they're a big bird family!)

Cygnus the swan constellation. A myth tied to the constellation is that about Zeus, who again transformed. He got a woman pregnant and from that a set of twins were born, one mortal and one immortal. The twin being Gemini, of course. So the character here is best friends with Gemini (she seems to be the only one that is able to handle him). Since Gemini's alpha and beta star are actually the twins, she often visits them and favors Pollux, the immortal twin from the myth. She's like a fun aunt! Another myth tells about a lover being lost or something, drowned in the river depicted by the constellation Eridanus. So she probably doesn't like her that much.

Pavo the peacock constellation. One of the myths tied to the constellation tells about a monster with many eyes that was able to act as a spy for Hera. As a thank you she put his eyes on the peacock feather and the monster himself in the sky. The constellation also depicts the captain of a ship, who are also depicted by several constellations. I don't know what to do with that part yet for this character, maybe those constellations admire Pavo as a teacher? But as for the spy part; this guy obviously loves gossip and always knows everything about everyone. He is the oldest of the bird siblings!

Canis Minor the lesser dog constellation. In the sky the dog is seen hunting Lepus, together with Canis Major and Orion. So all three of them, the characters, dislike her of course! He is always seen hanging out with Orion, following him around and being his yes-man. He's the younger brother of Canis Major naturally

Canis Major the dog constellation. Another yes-man of Orion. I like to take inspiration from myths and science when it comes to their personality / relationships but sometimes I just go by vibes too. And what I feel is that Canis Major gets awfully flustered when Ursa Major is around (yes its solely based on the fact that both of them are the only ones with Major in their name). He does not know how to deal with her overly friendly demeaner and gets kinda angry

Boötos the herdsman constellation. In the myth tied to this constellation a herdsman was killed due to his bad whinemaking skills and his daugther and dog moarned him so much that they died too. The daughter was seen as Virgo and the dog as Canis Major. So the characters are friends! Boötos also has Canes Venatici (the hunting dogs constellation, no design yet) next to him, but the reason that constellation doesn't take on the role of the dog in the myth is because it was first known as Bo's staff. So that character would also be friends with him of course! Maybe part of the dog family? But I'm not sure yet. Boötes has multiple friends but he especially adores Virgo, in his eyes he can do nothing wrong and is the depiction of perfection. Many see Virgo that way but Bo is just a bit more extreme about it. The constellation is also seen hunting Ursa Major in the sky, so maybe they don't have a good relationship?

Minor Leo the lesser lion constellation. I was actually unaware this constellation excisted until I did this project. He is Leo's biggest fan and follows him around. Despite the name they are not related, they're just great buddies! The constellation at one point was planned to be changed into the lioness constellation, but eventually this didn't catch on. So this guy here is sometimes mistaken for a girl!

Lepus the hare constellation. In the sky the hare is seen being hunted by Orion and his two hunting dogs (Canis Major and Minor). So this character of course hates them. She's very quick on her feet and tries to outdone Orion every time she can.

Lupus the wolf constellation. The wolf is also being hunted in the sky, this time by Centaurus. So he dislikes him as well. But he's almost always silent and hangs out with Lepus a lot. It has nothing to do with their myths or anything. They just have similar names and are both being hunted, so I declared them buddies. Lepus always knows what Lupus means, without saying a word, and they are often spotted hanging out (Lupus following Lepus around)

Cetus the whale constellation. Cetus is the unofficial 14th zodiac sign, having the sun in its constellation for just one day. To represent this Cetus (the character) is engaged to Sagittarius, to one day become part of the Zodiac family (but he said yes when they were children and doesn't want to anymore, because who in thei right mind regocnizes Cetus as a Zodiac sign). The myth tied to Cetus is that of a sea monster who only came out of the sea to eat a beautiful maiden. Cetus (the character) is very insecure and never leaves her house. She's the big sis of Ophiuchus, the 13th Zodiac sign

Centaurus the centaur constellation. No, it's not Sagittarius. Both Sagittarius and Centaurus are depicted as centaurs in the sky and because of that their myths are sometimes mistaken for one another. So this guy here is very often mistaken for Sagittarius. But he's taller, better looking, stronger, more mature, etc. The myths of Centaurus go crazy and he's literly tied to everyone. In the discord server theres the ongoing joke that Centaurus is actually the main character. So this guy is just a very popular guy that everyone (excepts Sagittarius, who hates him with the might of 30 suns) likes! He is actually nice and unaware of Sagittarius hatred. Lupus, the wolf constellation, also doesn't like him but he's not as vocal about it as Sagittarius.

Orion the hunter constellation. Orion's myth he was a great hero who was defeated by a little scorpion. He and the scorpion were put in the sky but he's still avoiding the scorpion till this day (they are never seen in the same sky). The scorpion in question is of course Scorpio. Orion (the character) absolutely hates Scorpio and avoids him at all costs. He is seen hunting a hare (Lepus) in the sky together with his two hunting dogs (Canis Major and Minor). So this character of course is buddies with the two dogs and they all hate Lepus.

[perfectlyoongi]

DAD!NAMJOON who builds snow animals with your child every winter. when the crystal-clear snow covered the entire city in an innocent blanket, Namjoon dressed your kid in hats and gloves, carrying them on his shoulders to the garden, where he let the various snowflakes sprinkle on the dark clothes like stardust. on his knees, and always laughing with your child, Namjoon created a snow farm in your garden, dogs and cats mixing with very small sheep and extremely skinny cows, but all the animals made with the magic of laughter and the eternal love that Namjoon felt for your child. “you want to make so many puppies... you got me thinking about getting you a real one for christmas. hm? what do you say?”

DAD!NAMJOON who reads a fairy tale to your child every night. the only light in the room was you kid's yellow lamp which, shyly illuminating the already very yellow pages of Namjoon's childhood storybook, prepared your child for a deep sleep. allowing his voice to resonate calmly in the room, Namjoon's timbre was low, soft, pulling with it all of your kid's energy and giving them little cosmic drops of sleep that lasted an entire night. “once upon a time, in a land far away, there was a little princess who wanted to go to bed…”

DAD!NAMJOON who teaches constellations to your child since they were little. there were several nights spent in the garden of your house, where you and Namjoon lay on top of a yellow blanket, your kid resting between you. and, when the clouds were your friends and showed the whole sky to you, the various stars shone brightly in tones of curiosity and fascination; and Namjoon pointed to them, his index finger accurately drawing all the visible constellations, adorning them with their celestial names, leaving your child always dreaming of what could exist beyond this world. “and that’s aquila. the brightest point is altair. can you see how it forms wings? it's an eagle. a celestial eagle.”

DAD!NAMJOON who goes on picnics with you and your child on bike rides. usually in late spring, when the sun was shining but the heat wasn't intense, the three of you would leave the house early in the morning, pedaling your bikes through parks and forests, letting the fresh morning air whet your appetite for a late lunch. always in different places, but always far from the world, Namjoon always decided where you should have lunch, always choosing the most magical views and the most comfortable paths for the three of you to enjoy family time. “our angel wants peanut butter sandwiches. do you think you can swap the vegetable crepes for the sandwich?”

DAD!NAMJOON who replicates with your child all the paintings and statues you see in the museum. saturday afternoons were spent among galleries and museums, the various pieces of art gaining your kid's full attention. fascinated by the paintings and enchanted by the statues, it was common for you to see your child trying to imitate the various fictional people they encountered, having difficulty lifting their leg, but always having Namjoon's help to make them fly just like that painting. “hold on to my shoulder. come on. not like that. you will fall! your dami is looking here. quick, quick!”

DAD!NAMJOON who created a small garden just for your child. as soon as news of a little child was on the way, Namjoon immediately prepared your courtyard to welcome them in bright, colorful tones. various flowers and plants framed your garden in garish shades of greens and yellows; summer flowers and winter flowers, tall plants and low shrubs, your whole garden lived through the seasons, always offering joy, always hoping that your child would love and care for it. “i'm thinking about making one side just summer flowers and the other just winter flowers. i want there to always be joy in the garden so our baby can realize that there will always be color in their life.”

DAD!NAMJOON who has an album with polaroids of your family to give to your child when they turn 18. from the moment it became known that a little angel was on its way into your life, Namjoon took care to document the entire journey taken by the three of you. Namjoon wrote little reminders on the most special photos, always trying to highlight not only unforgettable memories, but also his eternal love for you, for your kid, for your family. “it is in this album that i poured all my love, and i seriously hope that each photograph can portray the fragments of my happiness.”

[in1-nutshell]

Heyy!! Chromia's menteé getting bullied by other guards when she isn’t around and Starscream finding out! How will Star react? What would he do? Maybe a Hug happens????

I have her new name on the Canon Name List.

Hope you enjoy!

Aquila and the Bullies

SFW, Platonic, Bullying (we don't stand for bullies. Justice for Aquila!), Cybertronain reader

IDW

Aquila knew taking this job was going to be filled with hardships.

Something she was well versed with.

She didn’t become Chromia’s mentee overnight, she worked hard to earn that title, and even more to gain a good reputation to guard the Leader of Cybertron.

Chromia and Aquila in the sparring ring. Windblade and Starscream are watching. Chromia: “Faster! Strike my openings!” Aquila: “I’m trying!” Chromia: “Do you think Starscream’s enemies are going to give you a free pass? Hit me!” Aquila manages to strike Chromia’s backstruts while flipping her onto her back. Windblade: “Ooh!” The younger bot quickly pins Chromia down with her spear. Aquila: “Gotcha!” Chromia gives a smile. Chromia: “Good, but…” Chromia flips Aquila onto her back, shoving her shield in the back of the younger bots helm. Chromia: “I’m still the master here.” Aquila lets out a strained chuckle as her mentor gets off and helps her to her pedes. Aquila: “But I’m getting better!” Starscream: “You must be at your best!” Bumblebee at his side: “You can’t even do that.” Starscream: “Shut it!”

Aquila had met her fair shares of ‘nonbelievers’ and ‘traditionalist’ around the Senate floors.

Even fellow Senators had doubted her ability to protect the leader of Cybertron.

She simply stayed quiet and held her post.

The youngling was getting paid to protect Starscream, not listen to some one doubting her ability to protect.

… okay she was also getting a small raise for listening to Starscream’s rants and practice speeches.

Turns out Starscream greatly counted on the youngling’s view on certain things.

Starscream inside a changing room. Starscream: “I’m coming now.” Aquila sitting in a chair looking half bored. Aquila: “Still here.” Starscream exits the changing room with a violet cape. Starscream: “Well?” Aquila: “…Might want to go for a shade darker. It’ll bring out your frame better.” Starscream: “Knew it!”

The guard slowly learned to work with the youngling, which they had to admit, was almost as skilled as they were.

Some even made friends with the youngling during their breaks and nights off.

They were rare but worth it.

On occasion the other guards would forget about Aquila’s age and go for more ‘older’ settings.

It was all good with Aquila… as long as she didn’t get caught.

At Blurr’s… Aquila looks around a bit nervous. One of her friends bumps her shoulder a bit. Guard 1: “What’s with you? You’re acting like you’ve never been to a bar before.” Aquila: “I have. But this bar…” Another one of her friends pats her helm. Aquila swats it. Aquila: “Hey we’ve talked about that!” Guard 2: “Easy there, Eagle eyes. Your off duty, relax.” Aquila still looking around. Aquila: “Why did the group choose this bar? There are so many other places.” Guard 1: “You scared of drinking?” Guard 3: “Maybe, but don’t worry, we got you your favorite engeron variation instead of engex. Don’t need—” Aquila: “Chromia!” Guard 3: “Yeah we don’t need Chromia ruining the fun.” Aquila: “No! I mean Chromia!” The guards look over and see Chromia and Windblade marching up to the bar counter. Aquila’s optics widen when she sees Blurr at the bar. Aquila: “I thought you said Blurr wasn’t at the bar!” Guard 3: “Guess not.” Aquila spots Chromia and Windblade marching over to their direction. Aquila looking at her friends. Aquila: “If I make it out of here alive, I will beat every single one of you in training.”

Besides the occasional hiccup here and there, work life was pretty good.

…Unless you counted on one certain bot.

He was a fellow Senator and for some strange reason, despised her.

Aquila had lost count on how many times she had tried to recount ANY time she may have offended the Senator, but none came to mind.

It was as if her entire existence was like rust in his undercarriage.

She tried to be as polite and well mannered as she could whenever she addressed him, but he always made sarcastic remarks about her that were borderline offensive.

Aquila couldn’t really do much about the situation.

She was just a guard.

Not to mention that if he got even more angry, it could reflect to Starscream.

She had seen enough times the Seeker fall asleep at his desk and complain about how he was truly trying to make things better on Cyberton.

Aquila needed to make sure that any relations were good, even at the cost of some of her dignity.

She was willing to do that to see this leader make good changes to this planet.

 Starscream was not blind by this mech’s words.

At first, he thought it was just going to be like the other Senators.

They doubt, then learn to, at least, tolerate Aquila’s presence.

But the longer this went on, the more the words started intchying his plates.

Why didn’t she stand up for herself?

He knows that she is perfectly capable of giving a verbal or pgysical beatdown to this Senator.

The question is why hasn’t she?

Bumblebee: “You know she can exactly attack a Senator, right?” Starscream scoffs. Starscream: “If she wasn’t such a coward then maybe she would hit him.” Bumblebee sighing. Bumblebee: “Think of it like this. Your personal guard gets caught hitting or beating a Senator in Iacon. Word reaches out to everyone else, and you know they are going to think she started it. She would be looking at a job termination if they don’t do a trial and it would make you look bad in the process.” Starscream: “… You’ve made your point.” Bumblebee nods. Starscream: “But that doesn’t mean there are… other ways to deal with this pest.” Bumblebee: “Wow, this is a sight. Starscream actually caring for someone without personal gain?” Starscream: “N-no!” Bumblebee: “Your wings say otherwise.” Starscream: “Shut it!”

Starscream was surprised that Chromia and Windblade hadn’t heard about Aquila’s confrontations with this mech.

The more he told them about it, the more he was starting to question why he thought telling Chromia who the mech was a good idea.

As much as murder was an option, he still needed Chromia around.

To teach Aquila of course!

The next day Aquila was getting ready to head to work when she got a call from a fellow guard’s member to turn on her screen to the news.

The news talked about the Senator being accused of workplace misconduct, inappropriate behavior, and found with several com lines to highly wanted bots.

Starscream at his office groaning a bit. Bumblebee: “Doesn’t that feel nice? Helping someone out?” Starscream glaring at the ghost. Starscream: “The only things I’m feeling is a helmache—” SLAM! The Seeker jumps but calms don seeing a heavy panting Aquila. Starscream: “You know you’re not supposed to slam the door!” Aqulia doesn’t say anything and closes the door. Starscream stands up with his servos on his hips. Starscream: “What? No greeting? Where are your—” He stops when he feels a pair of servos pulling him into a tight hug. Starscream: “…manners…” Aquila just holds him. The Seeker makes no move to remove the youngling. Starscream: “I didn’t do it for you, you know. It was out of my best interest to get rid of the waste of space.” Aqulia gives him a watery smile and finally let’s go. Aquila: “Of course sir. Umm, sorry about the sudden physical contact. It won’t happen again.” Starscream: “Give me some warning next time. Now shoo! Its your day off and I don’t want to see you. Go bother Chromia or Windblade.” Aquila bows out of respect and leaves the room. Bumblebee: “… I wish I had a picture of that.” Starscream: “SHUT IT!”

[marigold-hills]

Dunes & Waters, part 27

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Remus’ University affiliation doesn’t help them. They’re treated as nothing but tourists – worse even, British tourists. A security guard follows them room to room like they’re there to take what their predecessors had left behind.

There isn’t much. Remus tells Sirius about the history of Lycopolis as the birthplace of Wepwawet’s worship, then as the capital of Nedjefet-Khent, the thirteenth nome of Upper Egypt.

They walk into a room with an old sepia-toned photo above the doorway. On a backdrop of sand dunes, a group of serious white men stand smiling very smugly.

“Is that our expedition?” Sirius asks and Remus nods in affirmation, sneaking a glance in the direction of the guard.

“1835, it says. Before Maxime Du Camp.” Remus tells him. “No wonder they look so happy, would have been the first-time archeologists got here.”

A statue at the centre of the room snags his attention. A man with a head of a falcon, a round disk atop the crown. “That’s odd,” Remus says but Sirius is too distracted by reading the information plaque underneath a yellowed papyrus.

It’s Khonsu, the moon god. Everything in the room has been found in the local ruins, but Khonsu had no worship in Lycopolis, no reason for a shrine or a statue.

It’s rendered in bronze and glass. Standing tall. Arms outstretched. Remus feels the same trepidation he always does when seeing depictions of the full moon, like a part of him knows his human eyes aren’t meant to see it. Like the view belongs to the other part of him and he’s encroaching on it.

Like, if he looks, he’ll transform even in broad daylight.

Over the statues heart, on the carved tunic, sits a small red crystal, surrounded by blue.

“Sirius,” Remus calls out at the same time as Sirius looks to him from the scroll and says, “look at this.”

Not sure how they decide it but Sirius comes over to the statue first. “Oh fuck, that’s Aquila,” he says when Remus points to the constellation on Khonsu’s chest. “And again Alshain in red.”

“You were right.”

 “Of course I was,” he’s quick to agree, wide grin beyond happiness. “Now go read the scroll.”

It’s something between an instruction manual and a love letter. Speaks of wolf-bodied men and deities who protect them.

Deities who, if appeased, can grant them the freedom of control.

Most of the scroll is untranslated. On the edges of the parchment are tiny drawings of constellations – Lupus, Aquila – and of the moon phases, and of men with heads of beasts.

“We need to take this with us.”

“Sirius, I highly doubt the museum will let us.”

“Then copy it. You’re a wizard, think of something. I’ll distract the guard.”

Sirius walks behind a glass case filled with an assortment of coins and necklaces. Looks around, makes sure the guard doesn’t have a line of view on him. No other people in the room.

He looks at Remus, winks at him, and then there’s a big shaggy black dog standing where Sirius was before.

NEXT PART

NOTES:

I’m at a wedding for the rest of the week so not sure how the updates will be - might not have anything new till Sunday. If that’s the case, hope you all have a lovely end of week <3

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Milking Session

Summary: You work at 'The Aquila Bovine Sanctuary' and it's milking day for the Italian Bull Ezio. BullHybrid!Ezio Auditore x F!Reader CW: MDNI, 18+ only, blowjob, handjob, he is a hybrid (cannot stress this enough). Word Count: 1.8K

Working at ‘The Aquila Bovine Sanctuary’ had been a weird experience to say the least, when you had applied to be a farmhand you had expected your duties to be cleaning the stalls, feeding the hybrids and maybe helping with the calves. Originally they had put you with the heifers’ and cows’ which had led to you blushing and shifting awkwardly the first time you had helped with a ‘milking’ session. The more experienced cows had started doting on you, stroking your hair and crowing about how sweet you were and gentle too. Over the past year or so you had become more calm about your job and had no worries anymore, especially when you made friends with some of the cows and heifers.

Unfortunately you had to be moved to the Bull area, which was far less peaceful. Some of the bulls did not care for fighting or dominance or any of that, but then some of them seemed to do nothing but fight or ramp each other up. It was a very different experience compared to what you had become used to. That’s not to say the women didn’t fight, they did. Often. But then they seemed to go back to being kind with each other very swiftly, a bull fight seemed to be able to last for days.

To make it all worse, today was a milking day. Milking day with the bulls was ever so slightly different, after all they didn’t produce milk…what they did produce however was seed.

The thought had you almost scowling, you didn’t hate it. It was a job and that’s all you thought about it as, you were sure in the same way many escorts and dominatrix’s thought of their own jobs. 

It’s just that, quite often, it was messy. One time a Bull’s cum had gotten inside your glove, one of your colleagues had underestimated the amount and had dumped what would have been half a bucket more on the floor.

Today would most likely be just the same, at least the stories you swapped with your fellow handlers were funny. No one else seemed to understand your work and your nose scrunched as you remembered when you started working here, you had told one of your friends about a shift and that friend had a rather harsh reaction.

The wind grazed across the back of your neck and your body tensed for a moment before you shook your head and continued walking towards the bull field. Your hands immediately rested on the wood to help as you pushed yourself up to try and find the bull you were after.

A loud moo rang through and then the slam of horns against horns attracted your attention, and there he was. Ezio. He wasn’t the largest bull in the field but he was one of them, originally he had been kept in Italy but a few months ago they’d shipped him over to Aquila Bovine’s when he’d gotten into a rather messy situation and lost half a horn.

He seemed to have settled in quite nicely, none of the bulls were particularly aggravated with each other and most fights were really just them playing.

You yelled to the Italian bull, watching as his head shot up from the bull he was fighting and his mouth stretched into a grin before he was practically bolting over to you. His hands either side of yours as he panted down at you, his long tail flicking behind him and sweat dripped down his tanned skin.

“Tesoro!” he chimed at you, bending down to huff at your hair, seemingly taking rather long deep breaths “Where have you been?” Your body freezes at the feeling of pressure from his nose practically huffing you like glue, your hand moving to pat his arm until he decides he’s had enough and pulls away.

“I have other duties to attend to Ezio” you answer with a shrug but it doesn’t seem enough for the bull as he shakes his head and stamps his hoof “But don’t worry, I’m all yours for the moment.”

The gate is, surprisingly, easy to unlock so you make a mental note to get it checked by maintenance. You wouldn’t want the bulls escaping.

The gate itself is nearly pulled off its hinges as Ezio all but rags it open so that he can be on the same side as you, he closes it and gives you an awkward smile as he does so. The look on your face makes him bend his head and nudge you with it, he is careful of his horns but rather insistent on getting your touch so he knows you are not mad at him.

When your hand finally reaches up to stroke his hair and then at the base of his horns where you know he struggles to itch himself, his weight starts to lean on you as his eyes close and that rumbling purr sounds from him. It’s more like a groan to you, but the other handlers say it’s a purr so you go with it. 

“Ezio! Ezio!” You panic slightly until his eyes open and he stands up again with that charming half-smile he has, one of his hands awkwardly resting on his neck as he pulls away and you simply shake your head as you make sure the gate is completely locked before gesturing for the Bull to follow you.

Technically you’re meant to put him in a harness or halter but Ezio’s always good. Following after you like a lost puppy rather than a bull, it’s only when you go past the cows and heifers that he seems to struggle. His head turning to their field and his nostrils flaring as he halts in his tracks, eyes searching for someone but you’re quick to tug his tail and he happily follows after you again. The distraction forgotten as you make your way to the milking room.

You can see his nose scrunch as you enter the room that had been booked out for his milking session, the Italian unhappy with the scents surrounding him. “Sorry, bud” You said as your hand patted him on the arm before slipping down and curling your hand in his to pull him over towards the milk stand. 

It wasn’t a machine, just a bench where he would kneel and his hands would be slotted in and secured so that he couldn’t grab hold of you. The metal creaked under his weight as he leant on the plush pillow provided for his knees while you secured the straps around his wrists.

Once he was secured you grabbed the bucket and placed it just below him. When you looked up to speak to him, you found the bull already looking down at you. His pupils blown wide and his chest heaving with each breath he took as his eyes trained on you.

“You look so pretty like this” Ezio murmured to you in that rumble, his voice deeper from the arousal coursing through his veins which was made even more evident when your gloved hand wrapped around the base of his cock, the Italian pulling at his straps already with a hiss “So so pretty” he mumbled.

Your hand moves up the length of his prick, making him whine and buck his hips at the feeling. His head thrown back as he lets himself fall into that pleasure you’re offering him, ezio’s thighs tense as you tease the head of his cock with your thumb and it draws a low moan from the bull, the precum starts to drool from the slit which you use as lube to make it easier to pump your hand up and down him. You can hear his tail swaying behind him in excitement and it makes you smile more than it should.

His hips buck again as your hand slides down and squeezes the base of him, your eyes fall to the heavy set of balls to watch as they draw up to his body before relaxing again. Even though he’s now oozing precum, he’s not close enough to release yet which makes the corners of your mouth turn down as your pace increases. The bull’s eyes roll as his breathing quickens, his cock twitching in your palm but it’s still not enough even as his hips chase your hand every time.

Your eyes jump to the clock and you realise you’ve been in here for a good few minutes already with nothing to show for it. Which is why you lean forward and press a kiss to the head of his cock, Ezio’s mouth falls open with a loud groan and he mutters praises above you as your tongue flattens against his tip, swirling once, twice before you sink down on to him.

This is against the rules, something you’re definitely not meant to do but the poor bull was having trouble. Your hand moves to cup his balls, gently rolling them in your hand while the other one continues to pump around him. Your eyes close as you focus on tasting him, but it’s difficult to focus on making sure you do your job when his hips buck and force you to take more of him into your mouth.

You try not to gag from the sudden stretch of your jaw, his cock making you ache as he loses himself in the feeling of your warm throat around him. He tugs at the bindings on his wrists, groaning as his eyes roll and flutter, his mouth slack at the feeling of a wet mouth pleasing him. Your tongue tracing at the prominent veins on the underside of his cock as he fucks into your mouth until you are gagging around him.

There’s not much you can do as your hand slips from the base of his cock, his pace speeding up as he keeps humping into you and you can feel his balls drawing up again as he mumbles and moans above you “So so good”, “What a pretty girl” and “Feels so good dolcezza” all fall as praise from his mouth. His tail swaying more and more as the bench creaks from his movements, the bull chasing his high with the feeling of your mouth consuming him.

Your eyes widen as you feel him tense, his thighs shaking and his cock twitching in your mouth as he pulls at the bindings again and you’re barely able to pull off to grab the bucket before there’s white ropes of cum spurting from his cock, oozing down into the bucket as he moans. His head lolling back as he goes almost limp from his orgasm, cock twitching with the last few bits drooling from him as his eyes flutter. And you can’t stop your mind from wandering at the sight of him like this, you’ve never been so affected by your job before but there’s something about seeing the Italian so blissed out on the bench, or maybe it’s the spit covered cock that’s still hard between his thighs.

But either way, you’re really starting to enjoy working with the bulls at the sanctuary.

[anisohtropy]

Kavetham constellation brainrot

we, collectively, don't talk about Kaveh and Alhaitham's constellations enough.

Looking at Alhaitham's first, Vultur Volans was the roman term for the constellation Aquila (the eagle). But why are we referencing its symbolism as a vulture instead of an eagle? That feels deliberate even though everyone assumes Alhaitham's meant to be an eagle. I contend that it's meant to be three things, an eagle, a vulture, and a falcon (just like the interpretations of the real constellation.) The eagle is obviously the well-trodden path of the divine symbol of Zeus/Jupiter. But what we kind of ignore is that the eagle was said to hold onto Zeus's lightning bolts, y'know his method of smiting people. Vultures and falcons have similarly death-related divinity. In an ancient desert environment, vultures are very useful as scavengers for getting rid of bodies to prevent the spread of disease and the general unpleasantness of rotting flesh. Falcons are very clearly associated with Egyptian gods, but particularly Horus, who was famously born/created from the dismembered body parts of his father. Interesting.

Now let's look at Kaveh. Paradisaeidae refers to birds of paradise, which are a real kind of bird, but the name is based on a kind of bird from Persian myth called the Huma bird. These things are wild. They're supposedly always flying and never lands on the ground. Some myths depict them like phoenixes, burning up every few hundred years to be reborn from the ashes. It's supposed to bring good fortune to people it flies over or who touch it. In some traditions it cannot be caught alive and whoever kills it will die within 40 days. It overall symbolizes unreachable highness and divinity. Obviously, it's a fake bird, but it's theorized that it's based on bearded vultures (meaning if we interpret it as a real bird that's gained divine properties, it would've probably done so via literally starving itself out of an unwillingness to bring or benefit from harming another creature).

They're the same kind of bird, fundamentally, but associated with opposing kinds of divinity. One brings destruction and the other brings fortune. One is self-sustaining, comfortable as the right hand of the true divine, but it is outcast due to its nature to survive using tragedy that befalls other creatures. The other cannot ever come down to be a normal bird, it sacrifices itself on an altar of being able to continue to bring joy to people it will never be close to. Change, decay, and cold rationality vs burning compassion and altruism and perfection. The burning bird can never be a meal for the vulture, as its death means only ash, and it is thus the only kind of misfortune of another creature the vulture can truly understand and care about. The Huma can never understand why the eagle is content as a messenger for the gods, why the vulture feels no guilt for the death it scavenges, why the falcon is content with a normal life when it was born with the potential for unimaginable greatness. The eagle, vulture, and falcon cannot understand the Huma's lack of pride or its willingness to damage itself for the sake of humans who would catch and kill it in their ignorance.

Also relevant is the fact that Deshret is clearly meant to be an analog of Horus or Ra. Both are associated with falcons and the sun, and their eyes are both significant in mythology (Deshret is symbolized by an eye in a sun in the lore). Nabu Malikata also has a massive pattern of sacrifice and she famously made a daughter-bird that was destined to die in the cataclysm.

There's a lot to unpack here but by god someone's gotta do it. The reincarnation, entangled souls, two sides of a coin vibes are SO STRONG with them. They're soulmates and the constellations only reinforce this when you pull back the hood on them. AAAAAA

[ms--lobotomy]

I wanna smoke with Angron so we can get high and he eats me out

This one's for you and @undeaddream. I can fix him, (puts a bong in his hands) (sorry this came out on 4/21, the edible was sensational though)

Summary: You smoke a bowl with Angron to try to get the nails to stop hurting him.

Word Count: 1865 (oops)

Content Warnings: drug use, sploinkin' (nsfw), this is my first time writing Angron so I tried, blood, more "good girl" talk because I go absolutely apeshit over it, what I assume is rough sex, female reader so sorry if one of my lovely requesters is not a girl, I can write another version where you smoke him out and it doesn't get wild (like this at least)

Image Credit: @squishyowl (doubly tagging you because you did want an Angron fic at some point. Teehee!)

There wasn't much outdoor space in the Imperial Palace. You were situated on a bench big enough for Primarch or human, on the terrace at the top of your client's wing. It was far overgrown and untrimmed, it was clear that not many visited this area. The single moon of the planet was out tonight, tinged slightly yellow. There was a slight breeze, and you closed your eyes as you felt it on your skin. You had a job to do, the largest one you've ever had at that, but it was nice to be outside tonight.

"You here?" you heard someone bark from behind you. You snapped your head around to see none other than your client, a man--no, demigod-- by the name of Angron. Steel implements extruded from his head, and he bore a pained expression. Scars adorned his face and neck; the rest of his body was obscured underneath brass armor. He was accompanied by a few of his sons, helmed men equipped with bloodstained armor.

"I'm here," you replied, shrinking back into your flesh. He was large, very large. You'd heard of his temper; if you were to mess up even once, you would likely be ripped in half.

No matter. You pulled out your equipment. You had a bottle of water, a funny-looking glass implement, a fancy little lighter with an imperial Aquila on it, and a grinder full of a green flower cultivated on ancient Terra. You were one of the only researchers on the planet that dealt with ancient botany. You were told sometimes that you were one of the best, but if you were to come into contact with Angron, you were clearly more disposable than the others had let on.

He stared at your materials, coming in closer. "What's that."

"Oh!" you exclaimed. "The glass thing is a bong, and--"

"What kind of name is that."

"It's..." you started, your face going warm. Oh no. "It's just what the ancient Terrans called it."

"Do you think it'll help?"

You paused, and looked up at him. His eyes were garnet red, and he stared with an intense expression. He fiddled with his gauntlets a little bit.

"I'm not sure, to be quite honest," you replied. "But it's safe, and trying it will at least not hurt. Unless..." you paused, looking at him. "On second thought, you might need to take bigger hits than me."

"...You're supposed to hit it?" he asked, looking at the glass tool. As he wound up to throw a punch, you put yourself between it and him.

"Not like that!" you exclaimed. "It's how you inhale the smoke. See, you're supposed to mash up the flowers, put them in the bowl and burn them while you inhale."

"And this is supposed to make me feel better?"

"Well... maybe," you said. "It's not going to hurt you to try, at least!"

"If you say so," he sighed, rubbing his temples as you prepared the first bowl. You ground up more of the bud. When it was finally shredded, you put it in the bowl. You felt his stare at your side, but you didn't know whether it was at you or your equipment.

"Here's how you do it," you said. "You put it up to your lips, and inhale..." your voice became muffled as you put it to your lips. You stroked the lighter a few times before a flame came out, lighting the shredded flower on fire. As you inhaled, you felt smoke filling your mouth. When you felt like you couldn't bear it anymore, you exhaled.

"And... exhale," you said, a substantial cloud of smoke leaving your lips.

"Just like that?" he asked.

"You may need to inhale for longer, but yeah," you said, handing off the bong. "Here. Take a hit while it's still burning."

He put his scarred lips to the mouthpiece and inhaled, far longer than you could. He exhaled, a cloud more befitting of a man of his statue escaping him. His furrowed brows raised, and he nodded a little bit.

"Can you light it up again?"

You lit the bowl up as he inhaled again. This time he held it in a little bit before he let it out. You'd debated on telling him whether holding it in would do anything, but he would probably be okay... okay as he could be, at least.

"I..." you started as the pungent cloud hit your face. "I think we need to put more in the bowl." You gestured to the bowl, which was beginning to deplete. You looked up at Angron, whose expression was starting to relax further. After you'd taken a hit, you passed it to him.

The next few hours became a blur. You'd passed the bong between the two of you, getting higher with each puff. At some point, he'd pulled you in next to him, putting a heavy arm around you while you were smoking. You leaned your head on him, the metal cool against your flesh. Soon, one of you put the bong down between you.

"Leave now," he barked at his sons. They immediately turned around and went through the door at the other end of the terrace.

"How are you feeling?" you asked, one of his hands running through your hair.

"Not great," he admitted, "but better."

You looked up at him. His sclera were reddened, but yours didn't feel much. Despite how high you were, you'd been smoking long enough that this wasn't an issue anymore. He was looking down at you with something you hadn't seen in him before. Something you couldn't quite put your finger on. You saw him lean down to your level and plant a kiss to your lips. You put a hand to his armor and leaned in as he added his tongue, barely fitting in your mouth. He was rough, unpracticed. After a while, he pulled away, grasping for your hands. His expression was still stern, but there was a reverence in his eyes that you hadn't seen before.

"My Lord?" you asked, shivering in your seat.

"Angron," he corrected you. Even his voice bore the scars of his previous life, something you've all but heard of. He got up and knelt in front of you, still towering over you. He then went in again, his large hands grabbing at the fabric of your shirt. You let out a pitiful moan as you lifted your arms, letting him take it off of you along with your bra.

He bit your bottom lip, and you let out a little cry, grabbing for his shoulders. He wasn't gentle, and you knew that it was going to leave a mark later. He pulled back. A little bit of blood fell out of your skin, and he smirked. He pushed your hands back with his, pushing them behind your head as he bit you lower and lower, sometimes drawing blood.

"Be careful," you cautioned as he stopped at your nipple. He swirled it in his mouth as he looked up at you, grinding it with his teeth, but thankfully he did not draw blood there. He did the same thing on your other side, and you cried out, your hands tightening around his armored ones.

He bit your on your stomach a few times before he tugged at your pants. He shifted a little bit, hitting the bong with his knee and knocking it over. You looked down there for a moment. It wasn't broken, praise the Emperor. You raised your hips, and he pulled them off roughly, ripping them in some areas along with your underwear. He leaned over to snarl in your ear, giving you goosebumps.

"Good girl," he said, prying your legs open. Moans led to shrieks as he began to feast, roughly rubbing your apex as he held you down by the waist. He explored you as you came on him for the first time, trembling under his touch.

"Nngh... Angron..." you moaned, grabbing at the sides of the bench. As you were working your way up to your second climax, he pulled away.

"I may need to pull off my armor for this one," he said, peeling his gauntlets off first. You watched as each piece came off, falling to the grass with a loud thud each time. He ripped off his bodysuit, leaving the tattered fabric on the dirt. He was just as scarred over the rest of his body, scars trailing along everywhere. As he knelt down in front of you again, you absentmindedly touched one of them rippling across his chest. He grabbed your wrist, and your heart stopped in your throat.

"I'm sorry--" you started before he led your hand along the scar.

"This one was from right after the nails," he said, an almost-grimace on his face. He trailed your hand to another one. "And this one was--"

"Are you sure you want to get into this?" you asked, your other hand shakily finding its way to his face. He leaned into it, not unlike a cat would, and closed his eyes.

"You may be right," he said, his hands finding their way onto your shoulders. His grip was tight and rough, even this was going to scar you. "Let's finish the job then." He had a smirk on his lips as he moved his hands to open your legs again. You whined as he rubbed himself against you, before finally slipping himself in.

He immediately went in as far as he could, eliciting a little scream from you. "A-Angron!" you exclaimed as he pulled himself out before ramming himself into you again. Your face scrunched up in pleasure, and you grasped for anything you could reach before your hands trailed towards his chest.

He grabbed your waist, pulling you off of the bench and onto his lap. He sat up as you straddled him, pushing you on and off of him. Your eyes rolled back in your skull and your face lay against him. He wasn't gentle, you knew that you were going to feel it the next day. You came on him a second time, shivering as he sped up with you. He started grunting as well, a deep, guttural noise.

Not long after he came in you as well, twitching inside of you. You felt each twitch as he filled you up. He remained in you, but there was a little bit of white liquid coming out of you. He wrapped his arms around you, pressing your head into his chest as he panted. You wrapped your arms around him as well, but you couldn't reach your way around him. He ran a hand through your hair as you spoke.

"Are you doing okay?" you asked, your voice small and tired.

"Please, let's do this again," he rumbled.

You had done your job somewhat, but you weren't going to tell your higher-ups that you had relations while on the job. In fact, you might lose your place if they found out. Sure, you had the backing of a Primarch, but your superiors might still have a problem.

You ran your hands along his back. "Of course."

[simon-newman]

The last thing I remember is being at peace.

I was relaxed and strangely calm. Happy and without worry for the first time in my long, long life.

Why was that or where that calm and happiness came from I could not tell – it didn’t matter and I didn’t care.

The sense was so fulfilling that most everything lost it’s meaning. Even in retirement I couldn’t achieve this sort of happiness.

But the thoughts were there. From a certain point I was aware but I couldn’t point out the exact time. Where even was here? A tingle of worry disturbed my happiness for a single moment. I couldn’t tell where I was or how long I was there. What time was it anyway? What year?

The thoughts flowed one after another. I frowned – displeased for the first time in a long while. Those thoughts were mine but they brought nothing but worry and a sense of immediate danger. Yes. Nothing this good can last. Not for me anyway – that’s just my luck.

I tried to look around – not sure if my eyes were open or closed… Do I even have eyes anymore? What was happening to me? I couldn’t see as much as sense something around me… Something golden…

I took a deep breath to regain my calm and realized it’s the first breath I took since the thoughts flooded my mind again. I took another breath and tried to move – my body was there. I could feel it now.

I could feel my palms tingling like crazy. The need to scratch was overwhelming but my hands were full. I was holding something.

Next returned hearing – I could hear some noise. A lot of noise actually. It was loud in here and the sounds reminded me of something. Something I was familiar with. I didn’t like that sound in the slightest. Loud noises of lasguns and explosions, people yelling…. The sound of battle.

Once the sound cleared I opened my eyes just in time to see a giant of a man charge right at me. Bloodied weapon in hand the crazy man rushed forward in a blink of an eye and brought his weapon down at me. I parried instinctively – the thing in my right hand was a Chainsword I grew familiar with over the years.

I parried perfectly and the surprised giant lost it’s balance for a second. His armor was damaged, helmet was missing. I brought my blade up and cut at the exposed part of his right arm. I struck at the hole between broken ceramite and the teeth dug deep into his flesh. He dropped his weapon, the arm hung limp on his side but the giant simply grabbed his weapon with his left hand.

“Blood for the Bloo…” he began to yell as he rushed me again but his head exploded mid-sentence.

A bit surprised, I stared at the weapon in my left hand. A bolter pistol, smoke came out of it’s barrel. In the heat of a moment I didn’t even realize I was holding it.

It was an ornate, gilded one – quite an impressive work of some master Tech-priest no doubt. It wasn’t my weapon but I was glad to have it in my hand as it has just saved my life. I tried not to panic as I stared at the heretic Astartes lying dead in front of me. Deep breaths.

With the same surprise I examined the Chainsword in my right hand. It’s weight familiar – it was definitely MY chainsword but it looked different as well. It was gilded as well which the blood of a heretic couldn’t hide. There was a lot of gold on it as well as ornate holy symbols.

What was that? Who did this? Why?

The second of surprise could have cost me my life – the survival instincts kicked in and reminded me that I was still in the middle of the battlefield.

No, no, no, no, no.

I needed to get out of there before…

“Thank you Commissar, Sir.” A shaky voice came from behind me. “You saved me.”

Oh no.

I turned to see a young guardsman, his face pale, eyes full of fear. He stood up from the ground hastily and made a sign of Aquila before looking at me again. “The Emperor Protects…” he whispered.

“Bowen! You all right?” More guardsmen came to the site.

I assessed my surroundings for a second and to my relief we were at least in cover and not under direct fire. I still ducked my head – partially to avoid any stray bullets and partially to hide my face.

Too late.

I looked at the young guardsman I just unknowingly saved. He stared at me. Eyes wide and his jaw dropped as he froze in place staring at my face.

Oh no.

He didn’t respond to his squadmates and they in turn followed his gaze and looked at me, one after another.

“By the Emperor…” Someone whispered.

“The Hero of the Imperium!” The middle aged man exclaimed, the chevrons on his uniform identified him as the sergeant.

To frak with it! I couldn’t get out of this anymore! Where was I even? I should be enjoying some tanna in the safety of my retirement. But somehow I was… Here.

“At ease men!” I played my part as usual. “What’s the situation?”

I regarded them for a moment trying to gather what little I could about my situation. I was clearly not at Perlia where I retired to. There was a worrying gap in my memory between then and now filled with a quickly fading memory of calm and happiness… And gold.

Speaking of. I regarded my possessions once more. The weapons were not the only ornate items on me. I wore the Commissar’s uniform as one could expect but it was also an ornate one with way more golden threat than I would like. I must stand out in the battlefield like a moron asking to be shot. I made a mental note to get rid of it the first chance I get.

The sergeant was the only one able to regain his composure and explained to me that the battle was not going well. We were under assault by the heretical forces and as evidenced by the dead giant next to me they had corrupted Astartes with them as well. The planet was called Cversow and was supposedly an important border world for it’s sub-sector. Were it to fall the enemy fleet would be free to rampage across the undefended worlds deeper in Imperial space and the reinforcements are unlikely to come for at least a week longer.

I didn’t fail to notice the man kept his left hand clenched on an Aquila pinned to his uniform. Others did similar things or kept saluting.

“I’ve got the gist of the situation now.” I said once the Sergeant finished his briefing. “Who is in command here?”

The Sergeant – who introduced himself as Dalton – offered his squad to escort me to the command center which I thanked him for while cursing mentally. They’ll be sure to get me there and make sure I don’t get conveniently lost on the way.

Not that I would. Wherever the HQ was it was certainly much safer than the frontlines.

I thanked the man and looked around once more. Not that I expected to find any more of my belongings.

I noticed the guardsman I’ve saved – he was still frozen in place. I regarded him for a moment – he was clearly shocked but another detail caught my attention.

I approached the lad. Up close I realized how young he was. He could be no older than twenty. I shook him be the shoulders to bring him back to reality.

“Are you with us!?” I asked him. He nodded in response. “Good. Hand me your laspistol.”

He hesitated but then quickly did as he was told. I took the weapon and regarded it for a moment. It was in good shape and fit my hand well. “Good enough.” I said and handed him the disgusting gilded bolt pistol – pretty much pushing it into his hand before he could refuse.

“Take it.” I insisted. “May it give you the courage in the coming days. You will need it.” I said as I put the laspistol in my holster. A good display of care for the guardsmen always comes a long way and I got rid of one piece of this disgusting equipment. I put my hand on the lad’s shoulder again before turning to sergeant Dalton. “Lead the way!”

“Thank you” I heard the lad behind me utter quietly followed by a whispered word that I dreaded to hear all this time “Saint…”

Well. As much as I hoped this wasn’t the case this was also the answer to my questions I’ve arrived to myself. I must have died and now I’m back here again. Why me? I paid my respects to the Emperor but there must have been more devoted and deserving servants. Right?

I sighed silently. Maybe now I’ll get a chance to ask Him myself at some point. Still, He probably has more important things on His mind.

I looked behind me and confirmed once more that at least I didn’t get any stupid wings to complete the image. I don’t think I could get rid of those if that was the case.

I followed the sergeant who led us – to my relief – in the opposite direction to the sounds of the ongoing fighting. As I expected the HQ was strategically placed a distance away in relative safety. Once there I’ll be able to take a breath at least for a moment.

That was what I thought at least while trying to ignore the itching again.

Were I to know what horrors awaited me where I was going I would have turned around and led the charge against the heretics’ frontlines myself.

[strawurberries]

🍓 3, 13, & 17 with Vash

Vash: “The stars are so—woah, what are you doing?!”

Authors note: I loved these prompts <3 Thanks for requesting!

Warnings: None.

Overwhelmed with love; that’s all he could describe in the moment. So, utterly infatuated that it hurt to even think about anything but his lover. Laying beside them, staring up at the stars above, their head on his chest—oh, how he cherished this peace. If he could, he would stay here forever; forget about the outside world, abandon all the guilt and responsibility—just exist. Exist with love, and exist with happiness. 

Is that too much to ask for?

He raised an arm, slightly struggling to keep both of them comfortable as he moved, pointing at a small cluster of stars near the center of the sky, “those,” he said, “are a constellation too.” He had needed to reach deep into the corners of his mind in order to recall the names of all the constellations. Several times he had already messed up and mentioned Earth ones, like Orion or Aquila. He had first lied when he messed up, saying that it was the real name of the stars, but after three seconds he felt too bad and told the truth.

“Oh, really?” His lover shifted to get a better look, “they just look like. . . stars to me.” 

“Well that’s because they are stars—” he paused, “okay that was a little dumb to say.”

“Just a little.”

“But you see how those three are close and then those two are kinda~ far away? It makes it look like a worm!” He grinned and waved his arm in the air, making little sounds and noises, mimicking what he assumed a worm sounded like. He stopped when he realized how ridiculous he was being “I’m an idiot, aren’t I?” He tossed his head back and groaned, “totally uncool. . .” Not only had he messed up the constellations names thrice, he also managed to act like a toddler before reining himself in. What a mess—a cute mess, but still a mess.

“I thought it was nice,” they laughed. “I didn’t know worms went ‘gluggugug’. I’ve learned something new today.” A hint of amusement danced in their tone.

He whined and buried his face in their neck, “don’t make fun of me~!” He pouted and tossed an arm over them, pulling them closer.

“I wasn’t!” They laughed and kissed his forehead, “you big baby.”

He grinned and nuzzled into her a little more. Their touch was addicting, enchanting. His heart started to throb and he thought it was going to burst if he didn’t say how much he adored them, “you know, I love you so much,” he muttered into her skin. “I dunno what I’d do without you.”

“Probably sit in the desert saying ‘gluglug’ all by yourself.”

He huffed, “you said you wouldn’t make fun of me.”

“When did I say that?”

“Just now!”

“I said I didn’t make fun of you, not that I wouldn’t!” They brushed their fingers through his hair, giving him another kiss before turning to look back at the night sky. As they were distracted, unsuspecting and innocent, Vash took his chance. 

“The stars are so—woah, what are you doing?!” They squealed as Vash blew a raspberry into their neck, trying to escape but his hold was tight. “Vash!”

“This is what you get!” he laughed and attacked their neck again.

“S-stop! Stop! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“That’ll teach you to make fun of Vash the Stampede, the greatest outlaw.”

“Greatest?” they snickered, “isn’t that a bit much?”

He blew another raspberry.

“Ah—! I’m sorry! I really am this time!”

[aquarii-if]

What godly parent do you recommend for what kind of people?

Thank you for your ask. ❤️

Unfortunately I had to shorten this a bit because as I was writing this ask, I ended up including a bunch of spoilers. But in short, here’s what you can find in each of the God’s routes:

If you’re look for a more dramatic, conflict based playthrough- Mahina, Anatole, Sirius, Donati, Celeste

If you’re looking for a relaxing (or at least as relaxing as it can get, lol) romance/friendship based playthrough- Aquila, Aurora, Alula, Cielo, Soleil

If you’re looking to learn more about the galaxies and maybe participate in a future between humans, mitans, and virrians- Delano, Ida

[edogawa-division]

Happy Birthday Joey!

“So we’re in agreement on what to do?” 

“Hell yeah! Operation: Clown Romance is a go!” 

“Okay, we need to work on that name.”

“Hehehe. Nah.” 

— Later, Kanazawa Division —

The sun had long since set and night had fallen upon Kanazawa with the city lights acting as a beacon for Kaoru Shinozaki as she piloted the Aquila, her personal aircraft, closer to the city. Flipping a switch on the control panel, Kaoru turned on the aircraft’s cloaking device, allowing the Aquila to seemingly blend into the night sky. No need to worry anyone about why a large unidentified aircraft was entering Kanazawa’s sky without permission. 

Lyall Shiba stood next to her in his full goth get-up. Leaning over Kaoru’s shoulder, watching as she touched the controls. The two of them were nervous as they wanted what they had planned to go off without a hitch. After all, there was someone who they desperately wanted to impress, especially since it was his birthday. 

An image of a certain homicide detective flashed in Kaoru’s mind, and she turned a bright scarlet just thinking about him. “What if he says no?” The genius questioned, beginning to lightly panic. What if Joey just saw them as friends? This would be so embarrassing. 

“We’ll cross that bridge if we get there in the extremely unlikely event, Joey says no,” Lyall assured. “Trust me, Kaoru, I don’t think he’s gonna say no.” 

Even with the little pep talk Kaoru’s heart wouldn’t stop pounding in her chest, the genius swearing up and down that Eros himself had pierced her heart with one of his arrows. Still, Kaoru took a deep breath to calm her nerves. Finally entering the city of Kanazawa Kaoru set the Aquila on autopilot, entering a set of coordinates with a specific spot in the city as the destination. This was it, the hacker thought. 

“Alright time to get this show on a roll.” Kaoru turned her head to nod at Lyall, giving him the cue to contact Joey. The former model took his phone from his pocket, entered a number he knew by heart, and nervously waited as it rang. It was perhaps the longest minute of their lives before Lyall heard a familiar voice on the other side and put it on speaker mode.  

“Hello?”

“Hey Joey, it’s Lyall. Kaoru and I are in Kanazawa, and we were wondering if you wanna hang out?”

“Yeah, Jo! It’s your birthday and we’re here to celebrate!”  

— Later —

Clouds covered the night sky as Joey Kurusu stood on the roof of one of the highest buildings in Kanazawa, waiting for Kaoru and Lyall. When he got the call from Kaoru and Lyall asking if he wanted to hang out, Joey jumped at the opportunity to spend time with his crushes. Glancing up above the homicide detective sighed as he had hoped the clouds would have disappeared by now.

The blond shivered as a cold wind hit him. Why had they asked him to meet them here? Couldn’t they have met in an anime cafe or something? It was freezing. Still, Joey wasn't going to waste the chance to spend time with some of his favorite people on his birthday. 

“Where are they?” Joey muttered. “Let me just text Lyall real quick to see where they’re at. They shouldn't be that far out.”

Just as Joey was about to pull his phone out, he felt something touch his back, nearly causing him to drop his phone in fear. Thankfully, he was able to catch it before it fell and broke on the ground. “Alright, who the fuck did that?” He cursed but before Joey could turn around to face whatever scared him the homicide detective to his shock felt something grab onto his shirt and jacket. “Hey! Let me the hell go-” 

Joey could only let out a loud scream as he felt a powerful yank on his shirt and jacket and to his absolute horror he found himself being quickly lifted off the ground. 

“WHAT THE FUCK!” 

Joey continued screaming as he watched the roof he was standing on grow further and further away. It didn’t help that the wind was picking up speed, throwing him from side to side as if he were on some sort of demented amusement park ride. 

“OH MY GOD! LET ME FUCKING DOWN!”

Looking above him Joey was rightfully confused as to why there was nothing there. To his surprise, the night sky seemed to fracture and twist slowly revealing a massive technologically advanced aircraft. It was like anything he had ever seen and a single thought was running through his head right now. One that he loudly let out of his mouth. 

“AM I BEING ABDUCTED BY ALIENS?”

Normally Joey would be stoked at the idea of aliens but not when he was being abducted! Oh god. They were gonna probe him to learn about the human body. Never mind that they were gonna make him carry some alien babies like in the Sims! He wasn’t ready to be a parent let alone to alien babies!

Joey watched as the aircraft’s belly began to open revealing an ominous blue glow. This was it. This is how he died. Abducted by aliens who were gonna probe him in the ass. The blond detective whimpered as he wondered what he’d done to deserve this. Joey tightly closed his eyes not wanting to see whatever had decided to abduct him. It was when Joey heard something like a door closing did he knew that he was finally in the UFO. 

“Don’t give me babies!” Joey shouted his eyes still closed as scrunched in on himself with whatever had decided to grab onto him still holding on to his shirt and jacket tight leaving him to dangle in the air. 

“I mean only if you want to?” 

“When you said “Pick him up” this is not what I thought you had in mind.” 

The homicide detective could hear his mind let out a record scratch as he heard a familiar set of voices. “Lyall? Kaoru?” Joey opened one eye and just as he thought a certain genius and goth were in front of him.

“Happy Birthday Joey!” Kaoru cheered, throwing her arms in the air before she noticed Joey going slack in relief just letting himself hang limply in the air. For a second Kaoru could swear that she saw Joey’s ghost leave his mouth.  “You good?” 

“Kaoru…” Lyall sighed. “You just plucked Joey into the sky like he was a claw machine prize. I’m surprised he’s not having a heart attack after that.” 

“He’s fine. Aren’t you Jo?” Kaoru turned to question Joey who was unresponsive as he just continued to dangle in the air. “Oops.” 

“Put him down, Kaoru.”

“Okay yeah. One sec.” The mad genius embarrassedly scratched the back of her as she gently placed Joey on the floor watching as he shakily stumbled around. Quickly rushing over Kaoru helped Joey steady himself on his feet giving him a sheepish smile. “Sorry about that Joey. Didn’t think about how being lifted into the sky would be for you.”

“It’s fine,” Joey assured, just glad he hadn't been abducted by aliens. Finally getting his bearings the homicide detective began to look around him amazed by the technology around him. “What is this?”

“Oh right! Joey! Welcome aboard the Aquila! My very own aircraft! Impressive right?” Kaoru boasted. “So worth those 2 weeks of no sleep when I was making her!” 

“Scared the hell out of me when she picked me up in it earlier.” Lyall huffed because when Kaoru said she’d pick him he thought she meant a car, not an aircraft more advanced than what any army in the world had. 

“Oh god, I thought I was gonna be probed by aliens when I saw this thing in the sky,” Joey confessed, drawing a giggle from Kaoru and a snicker from Lyall. “Anyway, terrifying Uber pick-up aside, you guys said you wanted to hang out? Which I’m totally down for. Just hanging out with two of my closest friends.” 

Kaoru and Lyall grew silent at the mention as they were reminded of why they were there. Not a word was said between all three of them as they stared at one another, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. One second passed and then another and another until it was next to unbearable. 

“Uhhh guys?” Joey asked, confused at the sudden and oppressive silence even growing concerned as Kaoru and Lyall glanced at each other. A hidden message passed between the two of them. “Alright, now you’re really worrying me. What’s going on?” 

“Fuck it!” Kaoru shouted having had enough of something. “Screw the plan, Lyall! No time like the present! Am I right?” 

“Oi Kaoru!” Lyall admonished before sighing and cracking his neck. “I guess we’re doing it like this then. What’s even the point of making a plan if we’re not going to stick to it?”

Before Joey could even question what they meant by that Kaoru had grabbed the blond by the shirt and brought him into a…kiss. It was harsh and passionate and for Joey, all he could do was stand there as one of the people he was in love kissed him with all she had. He barely registered Kaoru pulling back as his brain was still rebooting from the shock. 

“Joey...I love you. Couldn’t really begin to tell you when it started but I’ve been in love with you for a while now. I love you and your go-with-the-flow attitude. I love the way you always make me laugh with your jokes.” Kaoru confessed as her cheeks turned a bright red. A shy smile across her face. “I love you Joey Kurusu.” 

“E-eh?” Joey barely managed to get out. His brain was still trying to process the kiss and the confession. Let alone the fact that he was under the impression that Kaoru had a crush on Lyall. Speaking of….

“My turn now,” Lyall coolly took Kaoru’s place in front of Joey and gently grabbed him by the chin, lifting his face to stare into Joey’s lavender eyes. Smirking at his blushing face, Lyall leaned down and just like Kaoru had before kissed Joey. It was softer but no less passionate and once again Joey was having a complete mental reboot. 

“Joey,” Lyall as he pulled back, taking a strand of Joey’s hair and brushing it behind his ear. “I’ve been in love with you ever since we met in rehab. You've become one of the most important people in my life and one of the reasons I managed to get sober. I can’t ever thank you enough for that. I was in a dark spot back then and you helped me get better and you’re just amazing to me Joey even if you don’t quite think that. I love you Joey and I hope you can love me back.” Lyall finished giving Joey a soft smile before stepping back to stand next to Kaoru. 

“I-I thought you guys liked each other.” Joey sputtered out pointing a shaky finger at the two of them. It was like he couldn’t believe that they had just taken turns confessing to him. Him of all people. 

“We do. It’s just that-” 

“We like you too Joey!” Kaoru assured, giving the blond finger guns. “The three of us have two hands for a reason!” 

“Did you just give him finger guns?” 

“I can't help it. I’m nervous dude.” 

“You can’t just call me dude not when I’ve had my tongue down your throat Kaoru-” 

“Oh my god!” Joey laughed, getting the other two’s attention. “I thought I would have just to bottle up my feelings and never say a word, loving and adoring you two from afar, getting my heart broken when you marry and have children. I'll probably be Lyall’s groomsman at your wedding, smiling and pretending I'm ok. And then inevitably dying alone, confessing to one disinterested nurse why I lived alone my whole life just before I passed. She will do nothing with this secret, and my love for you two will never know the light of day.” 

“Joey what the hell that is an oddly specific scenario-” Lyall looked at the blond male flabbergasted. “Just how long have you been thinking that?” 

“Ehh maybe for a while but-”

“Wait a second,” Kaoru butted in finally processing what the lavender-eyed male said. “You like us Joey?”

“Uh…well,” Joey sputtered his face now a bright red for the hundredth time tonight. “Y-yes? I mean I wasn’t expecting the confessions but ooof-” 

A cascade of lavender flashed in Joey’s eyes as Kaoru tackled him to the ground in her excitement. Now flat on his back with his arms wrapped around the genius he looked to see Kaoru’s bright smiling face so close to his own that he could feel her breath on his skin. “Thank Athena! I was afraid you’d just thought of us as friends! But you like us! Best day ever!” Kaoru cheered, throwing her arms around Joey’s head and tightly hugging him close to her chest. 

“Kaoru you’re gonna smother him to death with your boobs.” Lyall kneeling next to two of them, as they lay on the floor. Kaoru gave a slight glare at the goth before a mischievous smile stretched across her face. Faster than Lyall could react Kaoru reached out to grab his shirt and with a slight tug pulled forcing him to land directly on top of them. 

“Really Kaoru?” Lyall grumbled quickly adjusting himself so that he was on one side of Joey reaching out to wrap his arms around him. 

“Shush just join the cuddle pile.” Kaoru teased back hugging Joey from the side she was on.  

This isn’t how Joey expected to spend his birthday lying on the floor of an aircraft in the sky smushed between the two people he liked. Joey still couldn’t believe it. They both liked him. He always just assumed he was destined to be the pinning side character to their shojo romance. Another silence filled the air but unlike last time it was enjoyable as the three of them basked in the aftermath of the confessions. 

“Soooo…wanna give dating us a spin Joey? No takebacks if you say yes, tho.” 

“I assure you you won’t regret it, Joey.” 

“Yeah…I’d love to.”

Happy Birthday Joey!

@kanazawa-division

[chiropteracupola]

🌹🌹🌹 if you're still doin em!! :)

eagle of the ninth temeraire au:

[Cottia] drifted off for a moment, looking out over Uncle Aquila’s neat arbor as if she looked out at the meadows and the moor. “In the North, I have heard that there are dragons who love girls best out of all, and who spit venom like adders… I might have been a warrior and a queen, had I lived in the North and known such dragons as those.” “Let us not talk of it, then,” said Marcus, who saw the terrible look on Cottia’s face, proud and fierce and miserable all at once. “Let us talk of our little one here — what do you know of his kind?”

[walrus150915]

HEY HEY HEY

Do you guys remember this post? With the Goldenheart fankid?

Remember how I talked about Bal and Ambrosius as parents??

Well, here's basically what I think they'd look like in their deep 40s, early 50s even. Kid, no kid: doesn't matter - that's old men yaoi for ya!!!

Should I... Like... Elaborate on the design choices?😭😭

Let's start off with Bal, shall we?

- I made him as hot as I could

- GLASSES BC he's an aging man let him live guys...

- beard bc I think he's grow one out eventually

- a golden earring to pay respects to Blackheart

- some cool tools to accentuate his job

- I feel like Bal is a type of guy to have a lot of body hair for some reason so uhhh I couldn't resist okay😁

- little scars on his fingers bc his job has a lot to do with creating mechanical stuff

- grey long shirt inspired by the city fashion of townsfolk in Nimona

Now, to Ambrosius

- he's kinda younger-looking since I think he still dyes his hair (doesn't bleach - dyes) his natural color and uses make-up to cover wrinkles bc he's kinda afraid of aging

(he doesn't mind Ballister aging like fine wine tho👀)

- my man's growing out his hair!!

- lavender on the ends since I think he's be a type of an adult (dad too in that sense???) who tries to understand youth's culture and stuff. Also bc lavender is the gayest color and it'd suit him so well

- a silly moustache bc I wanted to make him more dad-ish if it makes sense

- an ugly white polo shirt since HE HAS NO FASHION SENSE I'M SORRY😭😭 HAVE YOU SEEN HIS HOODIE???? BOY-

- yeah his and Bal's rings match bc silver for Bal&golden for Ambrosius except they're switched to show that they belong to each other blah-blah-blah all that romantic stuff

Them as dads would be such a chaotic duo tbh😭😭 neither of these mfs had permanent good parental figures who didn't die (in Bal's case) or weren't using them (in Ambrosius's case) and they have NO IDEA what they're doing

I know for the fact that Aquila's classmates would be head-over-heels for Ballister. HAVE YOU SEEN HIM. GOD. DAYHM

Ambrosius oh so agrees

Some memes ig- I refuse to elaborate on them

Gn!! Lemme know what you think of these designs jzjsjsjsjsja-

[marigold-hills]

Dunes & Waters, part 14

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Even with magic, it takes a couple hours to clean up the office. It’s almost a miracle, but nothing important is damaged. With the exception of the little glass figurine they weren’t able to fix back together, everything is just as it was. Privately, Remus thinks the room was long overdue a good clean up – there were notes scattered about from scholars who’d long moved on from whatever they were researching there, and even the books couldn’t remember when they’d been alphabetised.

Remus thinks to wait. To give them both time to regroup and recuperate, but something tells him that right now, Sirius needs to feel needed. To have something to do other than smoking with a cat and failing at crossword puzzles. He’s a hurricane of energy, even when his magic isn’t going haywire, and he’s been stuck in that tiny cell with nothing to do and no one to talk to for months.

There is a trapdoor, hidden under the rug and with a separate enchantment only Remus and the curator knows about. Remus fixes it open and pulls out the Box.

“What’s that?” Sirius asks, because the Box is wrapped in a shaggy brown blanket.

Remus puts it on the desk. “This is your job.”

Underneath the blanket is brilliant gold, etchings inlaid with lapis lazuli depicting Wepwawet and Anubis facing one another. There is no lock, no trick, no puzzle to get it to open.

“It was found in Segin al-Kom during a muggle expedition in the late eighteen hundreds,” Remus explains, “then lost in the British Museum’s storage until someone tried to open it and the Ministry had to get involved. Poor bastard is still at Mungo’s, the rest of the workers had their memories wiped.”

“How did you come upon it?”

“Kingsley was the Auror sent to retrieve it. He knows of my research - we’ve worked together in the past – and thought I could know something about it.”

“But you don’t?”

“No. No clue. But here,” he points behind the ear of Wepwawet, where tiny blue crystals form a constellation, “this is-”

“Lupus. I know. And this one is Aquila. With Alshain in red.”

“That’s obscure knowledge.”

“Well. Not to me.”

It’s a sore topic, clearly, Sirius’ face scrunching up at the nose in a way that’s too adorable to be good for Remus’ heart.

“Great. You’re ahead then. Figure out how to open it, if it even opens. There is something loose inside if you shake it, but -”

And Sirius, because he’s impulsive and reactionary and impatient, shakes it, immediately getting a doze of electric shock.

“But that. Next time maybe let me finish my sentence. Save yourself the pain.”

Sirius, clearly embarrassed, grumbles something in response and smooths his hair out. “Had to check for myself.”

Remus leaves him to examine the box. He has his own things to get on with and he will do so, damn it, just as soon as he can tear his eyes away from Sirius’ fingers carefully tracing lines and patterns on the surface of the Box.

NEXT PART

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