#but i only saw the image and knew i had to do it. it wouldnt leave me alone till i did

[newlydeparteddog]

[hadesnumber1daughter]

Pretty like the sun

Pairing: Percy Jackson x Apollo daughter OC (she classes as an oc cause I gave her a name but you can just read it like your name or Y/N if you want, I just feel better when I'm writing and the characters have names :)

Summary: Percy has always felt something for you, something that you had felt aswell. These quests of life and death finally knocked some sense into you two.

Warnings: Blood, Pain, Agony, Violence, Weapons, Wounds, Wound treating, Curse words, Oblivious idiots, Fluff, Angsty??, Sexual tension, Mutual pining, Almost death, Non-Canon, Hugs, Kisses, Holding hands, Ooc Percy??? Cerberus as a violent dog (ik she isnt really but this is my imagine so idc), Not proof-read, GUT-WRENCHING LOVE, IDK how i wrote this considering I've never been in a relationship OR have ever had an actual crush in my 16 sad years of life

Words: 6.3k

Notes: This is my first imagine so I'm sorry if its bad😭😭. Also if anyone would be willing to give me a few pointers when it comes to working this app as a creator please do cause, yeah I've been using this app for years but I have no idea how to use it when it comes to posting things. I would be very grateful. ❤️❤️❤️. Also, if anyone wants to request something else for me to write I would love to write something for either Percy or Luke, I'll probably make a list of people who I'm willing to write for later today cause it is 10am rn and I haven't slept so I'll just go bed after this 😭😭😭

As soon as percy got handed this quest, with Grover being part of the cloven council and Annabeth being gone to spend time with her family, Percy knew his immediate first choice would be Aurora, there was no doubt about it. The Apollo girl had a spark about her that has drawn him in the second he laid eyes on her.

He had deemed it because she was a daughter of Apollo so there would always be some sort of light that would draw him in, but he hasnt been very sure of that for a very long time. Every time he laid eyes on her, it felt as though time stood still and she was the only source of light and happiness in this dark, gloomy world. 

They had became extremely close when he first came to camp, she taught him the ropes in archery as to put it plainly, he was absolutely shit at it. He had no aim and his stance was awful, in her own words.

When she first said that to him, he wanted to throw her in a dumpster, but then he saw her, he properly saw her. He didnt know what Aphrodite looked like, but he was sure she would be a spitting image of the girl. He was even more sure that she was a daughter of Aphrodite but instead she was not, which made sense as to why she was hanging around the archery booth. From that day forward, she helped him freshen his archery skills, and he helped her with her sword skills.

He has never understood why she wouldnt ask Luke as he was the best swords-man and would probably be a better trainer. However, when he brough it up to her one time her cheeks flushed the tiniest bit and she stated how she was helping him, so he should do that same.

That's how they have ended up here. In the middle of nowhere, trying to find and 'kill' a beast that has been accidently lost and let out from the underworld and send it back. Although quests always have 3 people on them, the oracle specifically stated that this was only a 2 person job. Percy had never been so sure in picking Aurora at that moment in time. 

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"Are you sure we are going the right way Perce, I swear I've seen this tree 3 times already" Aurora stated this time taking a dagger and marking said tree with an X so if they do cross it again, she would be right.

"You never trust my navigation skills sunshine, why is that, is it cause you always get lost in my eyes" he says turning to look at her with a smug smile on his face. The girl abruptly stopped at his turn and could feel the blood rush to her cheeks in that moment, her honey-brown eyes immediately locked with his water coloured eyes and she broke the gaze, not letting him have the satisfaction of being right.

"You wish seaweed brain" she muttered and walked past him knocking into his shoulder in the process which led to him letting out a dramatic gasp.

"That hurts sunshine. Where are you going, it's getting dark, we should stop, set up camp and get some rest so we can re-think and re-strategize." The girl slowly stops her steps and turns her back to the boy who is standing there leaning against a tree with his arms crossed giving her a cocky glance that makes her want to die and kill him at the same time. 

The two had a stand-off for a bit before one decided to speak up.

"As long as I don't have to scavenge this creepy forest for wood then its fine by me" the girl said walking back to him while his eyes following her every movement till she was a few steps away from him. The girl went to grab something from her pocket with her left hand and with her right, she grabbed the boys arms and dragged her hand down it, to his hand which automatically opened up. She placed something cold into it with her left hand.

He looked at her and she had a glint in her eyes he hadn't seen for the past 12 hours, looking to his palm, he was a coin. Not just any ordinary coin or ordinary drachma. It was a coin from sea life, the one coin they give to one another which can be used for many thing, they talked it over before the quest. The coin can only be used for 2 things during this quest, to make sure the other doesnt die, or the person who has been handed the coin has to do what the person giving the coin wants no matter what.

He looked up at her with a confused look but seeing the mischief in her eyes gave enough away. Sighing he pocketed the coin and stepped away from the tree which only left 3 steps in-between the two. 

"What do you want me to do" not even bothering arguing.

"I want to see you fail at making a fire" she said just giving him the brightest smile, basically oozing sunlight from her. The boy felt like a deer stuck in headlights in that moment, he almost forgot the reason for her heavenly smile. He wanted to tell her he loved her right there and then, that he could never get enough of her, that he searched for her in every room he ever walked into, that she was the one and only constant source of light in his life, that she was the sun and he would orbit her in every universe no matter how close he got, no matter how much it destroyed him. He was utterly inconsolable without her. He loved her.

"Aurora" the boy started to say, in a serious tone which immediately made the girl's smile falter as she looked into his eyes, he didnt need to say anything. His eyes spoke more words than he would have liked, enough for the girl to get the message and understand him. All of the glances, the subtle touches, the comfort of each other like no other. She felt and understood it all. 

He was about of continue when a roar sounded, echoing in all directions and rustling the trees. The two could hear the howl of Cerberus all around them. Percy immediately uncapped riptide while Aurora unclasped her bracelet which turned into a bow and an unlimited supply of arrows. 

The both circled back to back, covering each others blind spot like muscle memory. They could feel the ground shake with each step the otherworldly creature took. 

"How are we going to do this?" the girl asked while keeping an eye on all of her surroundings. 

"You distract with your arrows as they are long-range and while she's focused on you, I'll go for the kill shot"

"She can't die" she could feel him rolling her eyes as the words left her mouth.

"You know what I mean" 

They could hear the low growl from the side of them. The three-headed beast emerged in all its glory with its 6 menacing eyes ready to rip these two teens to shreds and send the wrong beings in this equation to the underworld. Percy turned to stand next to Aurora and the girl grabbed his hand and squeezed to which he immediately responded. There were many unspoken words that had been said in the past 10 minutes and this was another addition 'dont die, be safe, come back to me'.

Slipping through her fingers, his hand left hers and quietly stalked away before the beast could get any idea there were 2 of them. Wishing the best for the boy, she instantly got the dogs attention by shooting an arrow at the middle head's nose. 

It did not like that.

They all barked at once and got ready to run at the girl. She didn't like to admit it but she was fucking terrified. Cerberus ran at her and she leapt to the side and ran as fast as she could not looking back until she could feel he's a little away from her. She got another arrow ready in her bow and blindly shot it behind her. 

She heard a small whimper which brought a smirk to her face but that was immediately wiped away as she heard the barking intensify. Hiding behind a tree the girl caught her breaths and looked for the hound and she couldnt spot it or Percy. She got another arrow ready and looked behind the tree once again but was faced with the thing she was hunting. 

Fear spread to every part of her body and she had no time to brace the impact as the dog clawed the tree which in return clawed her. She let out a bloodcurdling scream as she was flung into another tree. The bark from the destroyed tree splintered her, her head hit against a tree on impact and the large gash on her side felt like a fire that was melting her skin off. The girl felt her breath stick in her throat, she felt as though she was dying as immense pain filled her and black spots invaded her vision. Only one other thing was on her mind.

Percy.

The ocean eyed boy lost sight of Cerberus immediately as it began to chase Aurora, his Aurora. He followed as fast as he could not wanting anything bad to happen to the girl he loved before he got any chance to be with her, to confess and to just live a life content with his feelings. 

As he heard, the whoosh of Aurora's arrows increase, he could feel himself being uncapable of keeping up with the beast from the underworld and he cursed himself for it. He lost sight of Cerberus and it scared him, it was too quiet. He couldn't hear the creature or the girl he loved. 

His heartbeat quickened as he looked all around him trying to see a glimpse of either of them. 

Then all blood drain out of his face when he heard the one sound he wished he did not have to hear, ever. Aurora's scream made his heart almost leap out of his chest. He didnt know what to do, he didnt know where she was, he couldnt see the hound, its his fault, she going to die because of him. 

She most certainly is going to die if you dont get a fucking move on, that one voice in his head said. And he pushed all the doubts to the back of his head and focused on 2 things. Defeating Cerberus and finding Aurora. 

He could hear the three-headed dogs footsteps and instantly ran to it. It didnt see him coming and it's tail was on the ground so he didnt the best thing he could think of. He ran up the tail onto the body of the beast.

This elicited loud barking from the beast and Percy could only do one thing. Repeatedly stab the dog until it dissolved. 

Now... admittedly, this was not a good strategy. It was fucking awful. There was no thought to his stabs, they all just angered the beast and considering she was quite resistance to stabs, it wasnt helping. He was just tiring himself out. 

He then has the genius idea of stabbing the beast in the eye, or eyes. He started with the left head. The beast let out a large whimper, and stumbled which cause the boy to almost loose his grip on it. He wasnt going to stop now, he needed to send Cerberus back and get to Aurora.

Aurora. Her scream was echoing in his mind. Bouncing around his skull like he has no brain inside, only her gut-wrenching scream.

He subtly shook his head. As much as he was dreading where she was and if she was okay. He needed to secure Cerberus and he needed all attention to so it as fast a possible to get back to his sunshine.

He then stabbed riptide into both the right heads eyes. Percy knew what to expect this time so he braced himself and held on as tight as he could. He could not fail now. He was too close.

The dog slumped onto the floor which made percy's last task much more easier. With agility and caution the boy leapt onto the middle head and punctured the eyes out which evoked a whimper which made the boy feel bad for the animal and it slowly turned to dust. 

In an instant the boy caught his breath and his mind raced with only one thing. 

Aurora.

"Aurora! Sunshine! Where are you?" The boy felt as though he could not breathe. His head was spinning trying to find her in the mountains of trees and in the darkness of this forest, he has never needed to see her more now than any other time. 

"Aurora! Please if you can hear me make a sound! Anything so I know you're alive" He would never leave her. He would die before he left her to rot in these woods. He would never be able to face the guilt and loss.

"Please! Say SOMETHING" he could feel himself getting frustrated. "HELP! SOMEONE, ANYONE" tears welded in his eyes trying to find her. 

There was a rustle of leaves from the left side behind him. He was running to the sound before it even registered in the back of his mind. He kept hearing the rustling and a small whimper. 

He saw a faint glow of light behind a tree and he held his breath for the sight that was to come. He skidded to a stop and fell on his knees infront of her.

His heart dropped to his stomach when he saw her. Her face was significantly paler than when he left her and she had a wood splinter sticking out of her thigh and worst of all, the 4 claw marks across her abdomen with blood everywhere, it seemed to have stopped pouring, but it was a nauseating sight to see. He didnt know what to do. 

"Aurora, darling, open your eyes" his hands reached her cheeks and his thumb rubbed circled on her cheek and his two fingers made their way to her neck to check her pulse. He let out a sigh of relief when he felt a pulse. It was faint but not too faint to the point it would slip too far out of his grasp. 

He reached for his bag on his back to get some first aid supplies, ambrosia and nectar for the girl, when she let out a pained gasp.

The girl had barely an recollection of anything, the only thing on her mind at the moment was the immense pain shooting through her whole body, It felt like she was on fire and couldnt breathe. She wanted to die.

Then her vision cleared and she saw the golden haired boy looked at her like she was the only thing in the whole world, he held so much worry in his eyes that she thought for a second if she was already dead and it was her spirit seeing his reaction to her death.

"Gods, Aurora, you're okay. You had be so worried, I was terrified, I cannot lose you. If I lost you I would lose myself" The boy held one hand to her cheek while speaking so intently to her.

In that one moment she could feel his stare, like clockwork, bubble something inside of her. It almost made her forget why she was on the ground, why she could taste something metallic in the back of her mouth, why she couldnt move her right leg. It almost took it away. Almost.

That fire spread throughout her body again and she couldnt stop the wail that left her mouth. The pain was nauseating. A flood of curses left Percy's mouth as he grabbed the bottle of nectar and opened it.

"Okay, sunshine, I know you're in a lot of pain but I'm going to give you some nectar, you need to drink it but you need to sit up a little straighter." The girl immediately shook her head as a no in response to the boy. 

"I know. The amount of times we've both had to do it but you know deep down that its the only thing that will fix it." The girl tried to harden her stare at the boy but she was too weak to even look at him properly.

"O-okay, but... I can't" she inhaled sharply as she tried to move the slightest bit. She didn't have to finish her sentence for the boy to understand what she was trying to say. He took one his flannel button ups from his bag, scrunched it up and gave it to her. She could only give him a confused look.

"Put it in your mouth, bite down hard cause I'm gonna move you into the right position and its gonna be a pain. I'm sorry sunshine but I have to." She took it with her shaking hands and was about to put it in her mouth when she smelt it, sea salt and musk, then the girl really looked at what the item of clothing was. 

"this is yours" she said in a hoarse voice, looking up at him, confusion plastered all over her features.

"Well I dont exactly know where your bag is so next best thing." he gave her a weak smile and moved closer to her but she weakly grabbed his hand.

"I'm scared" she whispered so pathetically but the boy understood, he knew her. He knew that he needed to keep talking to her, to make sure he is doing something close enough to her for her to know that she's still alive. 

He only interlaced their fingers and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. 

"I won't let go, I promise. You aren't leaving me, not after everything we have been through together" the girl's eyes welled with tears but she nodded and stuffed her mouth with Percy's flannel. 

He wrapped his arms around her from the side, where he was sitting and placed a kiss in the hair before counting down.

"3...2..." the boy didnt get to 1 before he pulled her up so she was sitting not laying down and with the movement came muffled screams and tears that flowed down the girls face. He was whispering sweet nothings in her ear as she lent into him and he repeatedly kissed her hair or forehead. 

"I'm sorry sunshine, I really am. When you're all better I promise you can hit me" he tried to uplift her but she could barely hear him. Her body shook and agony filled her every sense. He couldn't even express the guilt and regret he felt for the girl, immediately grabbing the nectar, and slowly taking his flannel out of her mouth. 

"You're doing great sweetheart" he says while slowly pouring the nectar into her mouth. Her head is resting against his shoulder as she swallows the drink down in small sips. After she drank it, Percy put it away and the girl began to close her eyes.

"Hey, hey, sunshine you can't be doing that right now. Come on I need to patch you up and then we need to get back to camp, I'll call blackjack. I know how much you like riding on him" he lifts her head off his shoulder and places her on the tree, but this time sitting up so he has easy access to her abdomen. 

She opened one eye and slightly smiled at the boy.

"You're gonna call blackjack?" the girl asked a bit delirious but seemingly in less pain. This brought a instant smile to him as he let out a chuckle, nodding his head while grabbing gauze and 2 bandage rolls.

"I promise I will, but you have to make sure to keep fighting okay. Once this is over, I have something special to tell you" He came loser to the girl and her breath slowed for a moment. 

He looked at her abdomen and a thought crossed his head that made blood rush to his cheeks, he was thankful the girl was delirious and it was dark or else he would simply wallow away. He cleared his throat and looked back up to the girl.

"I'm going to have to cut your shirt off so I can access the cuts and clean them properly" he looked into her eyes once but couldnt face her after that.

"okay" she whispered in return, locking her eyes onto his every move. 

The boy went back into his bag and grabbed a pair of scissors then faced the girl again. He could feel her watchful eyes on him the entire time and he hated to say it but that small voice in the back of his head was wishing she was a bit more delirious right now so he wasnt under her scrutiny while undressing her. Clearing his throat again, he begins to speak.

"Just tell me when to slow down or when to stop, if it gets too painful for you and I'll stop and slow down, okay" he looked to her for reassurance and an okay, to which she nodded.

He didn't know how to position himself so he just opted for kneeling next to her, facing her. He then grabbed the scissors and started to cut her top. Starting from the bottom to the top. As he reached the first claw mark the girl hissed as the shirt was stuck to the wound due to all the dried blood. Percy automatically stopped what he was doing. 

"No, no, keep going, don't stop now otherwise we will never get this done and I can't go back to camp cause I'll be dead" her honey-brown eyes were glossed with tears and the boy just wanted to hold her in his arms until the end of time in a place where they aren't fighting monsters all the damn time and in a place where they can settle down, have fun and just enjoy their life like regular teenagers.

"Don't say that so casually, you are not going to die. Not when you have me. Not when I'll always be here for you, patching you up, nursing you back to health forever. I will never in a million years let you die. I swear on the river Styx." 

She couldn't say anything to him, he will always render her speechless. She just nodded her head as tears cascaded down her cheeks to which he wiped away and placed a kiss on her forehead. Feeling the warmth off eachother brought a sense of peace to them that no one else could ever fill. 

He finished wiping her tears away and then continued cutting her shirt away from the wound. Every time she hissed, winced or flinched, the boy had the overwhelming urge to stop everything he was doing as long as it stopped bring her more pain. Whenever this would happen, the girl would softly squeeze his knee, as her hand was resting there to make sure he was still close to her and was still okay and breathing. 

This reassured him immensely but it did not stop him from the guilt that was drowning him. This would not have happened if it wasn't for him. She would not be in this position right now if he just chose someone else to go on the quest with. She had almost died due to his decision making. He chose her, he told her the plan, the plan that put her straight into danger, he didnt even second guess his choice, he put her into the battlefield without even asking her properly. Whatever he said went. 

The boy had not realised that during his intense self-loathing session, he zoned out and stopped the task at hand.

"Perce?" the girl asked while bringing her hand from his knee to his bicep. "Are you okay? whats going on in your kelp filled brain?" she said with a half smile as the boy looked up at her.

"Nothing, its okay. Just zoned out for a sec" he replied in an instant, looked away from her and continued to cut her shirt away. He was almost at her breasts and he could feel himself getting a bit hot. Obviously, there was no reason to in this situation but just being so close and intimate to her in a non sexual way made him flustered, he couldn't even imagine of it was in a sex- STOP. He shouted at his brain.

She let out a whimper of pain and a few laboured breaths as Percy carefully peeled her shirt of off the biggest wound she had. Her hand squeezed his knee harder than he would have liked her to but it didnt matter, not anymore, not when he caused this, not when he was the reason for her pain. 

He finally got it off the biggest cut and last cut and now he just had to cut the rest of the shirt off. No big deal right?

WRONG. 

The boy was telling himself to suck it up and just cut the rest of her shirt off but he was flustered. It was times like this that made him remember he was just a boy. He was just a boy with a silly crush. Except it isnt a 'silly crush' he was utterly in love with the girl. He tried to clear his head and at the same time, cleared his throat while he cut higher. 

He could feel her eyes watching him, he could feel how fast her heart was racing and he could feel how fast his own was racing. It was as though their hearts were in sync. Every beat was the same. 

Yes the girl felt flustered in this situation, she also couldn't help but want to tease the boy she loved. The girl had always grown up with a life where she never 'loved' anyone, not truly. To her love was always a very strong word in her dictionary but whatever she felt for Percy Jackson it was so powerful she felt as though she needed a word more meaningful than love. 

A word that expressed how everytime she thought of him, that specific memory of him will be branded in her brain forever to the point where even Hera could never make her forget him or forget the way he makes her feel.

He makes her feel alive, the most alive shes every felt in her 16 years of life.

"Are you blushing water boy?" the girl asked him with a half smile on her face and eyes half opened as she felt a sharp pain run through her, while also trying to control her own breathing at the same time. Percy didn't respond, he only kept cutting her shirt off, fingers lightly brushing over the material of her bra. 

She held her breath when he did that, whether it was on purpose of not, the feeling it sent through her body made her want to repeatedly bash her head against a solid wall while ripping her eyes out... in a good way of course. 

Percy finally cut her shirt fully off and it just slid down her arms and bunched at the bottom, near the tree. She felt exposed and could feel the goosebumps on her exposed skin. Percy didn't waste any time and grabbed a clean towel and his water bottle.

Before he could drenched it in water, she stopped him by kicking him with her uncompromised leg to indicate he needed to stop. This instantly stopped him and caused him to look at her. 

"Give me the water bottle before you soak the towel, if the water is warm it will work better and not hurt as much so i'll just heat it up" Percy thought about it for a second before he retaliated.

"You already aren't well enough to get off the ground, how on earth are you going to make it back to camp if you drain yourself of more energy. I know its going to hurt but it will either way, but getting you back to camp is the priority at the moment" Percy didnt want to say those words to the girl, he felt so bad for her and he couldn't help but blame himself. And when he looked into her eyes, like really looked into her eyes after he said that, he wished he could take it back.

Just looking at her made him want to give into her. 

"I can take it, I promise, I'll be okay enough to get back to camp, but I'm telling you now Percy, if I feel anymore extreme pain, I will just end up passing out. Please just let me do this." she tried to move closer to the boy but forgot about the fact that she literally could not move a single inch without his help. 

This just lead the boy to wrap his arm around her back and lent her against the tree again. He looked at her with a stern look.

"Okay, you win. But you have to promise on the river Styx that you will preserve every other bit of your energy for the ride back home." 

"I swear on the River Styx that I will preserve every other bit of my energy for the ride back to camp" He gave her one last look before giving her the water bottle. She focused some most of her energy to her hands and they started to glow. She took the bottle from percy's hand and he could feel the warmth radiate off of her. 

He looked at her in awe but if anyone else was there they would have told you that the boy was love struck. She opened her eyes and made sure to not boil the water. As it was simmering, she gave the bottle back to the boy and he instantly uncapped it and poured the, now warm, water onto the towel. 

"This is going to hurt... a lot, and by a lot i mean a lot, you might want to brace yourself" the boy said as he gave his flannel back to her and some ambrosia for her to eat before they start the painful part of fixing her up.

Aurora took both and muttered a small thanks under her breath before eating the ambrosia which was very pleasant to chew and then stuffed percy's flannel in her mouth again. She felt so weird but if she didnt and someone heard her scream bloody murder, they would get caught and the police would want them... again.

His ocean blue eyes met her honey eyes and he shared a look of regret and guilt before he wiped the dried blood away, starting from the bottom of her abdomen. She instantly clenched her jaw and recoiled as agony ran through her and her hand immediately shot out to grab Percy's wrist in a painfully tight hold to stop him from further cleaning the wounds that caused her pain.

"Sunshine, I know its painful, but I have to do this, I'm going to do this as fast and gently as I can but I will have to be rough at times" he gently takes his freehand to clasp over hers and took it of him and intertwined them while speaking to her. 

In his favour, it seemed that the energy it took the girl to warm the water up finally caught up with her as her hand lost most of its grip and her eyes closed slightly. He chuckled slightly and placed her hand back down next to her before continuing what he was doing.

He carefully but efficiently cleaned the areas surrounding her wounds while she was rejuvenating. He would hear muffled noises from time to time but other than that she was essentially knocked out. As he finished she seemed to feel less tired and her eyes opened wider than they did before.

"I'm almost finished sunshine, did you like your nap?" the boy questioned with a smirk but deep down he was glad that she kept her promise and she would have enough energy to go back to camp.

The girl nodded and looked at her abdomen. It was really clean and the wounds were barely bleeding anymore but she was fucking freezing. She shivered a little bit and percy could tell instantly.

"I've just got to bandage you up then you can put a jumper on. Okay?" he reassured her while taking the sterile dressing, he placed it over the 4 slashes and began to unwrap the dressing to bandage her up.

They both soon found the position to be quite awkward. 

Percy needed to bandage her whole abdomen which needed him to wrap the dressing over her back but she was lent up against the tree without a shirt on and unable to move to do it herself. He stopped to think of a good way to do this.

"Okay, I've got it. I'll lean you up against me and bandage your abdomen from behind." The girl thought for a bit before she agreed and the boy got up so he was only seen in her peripheral vision. He hooked his arms under hers and moved her along the ground to sit inbetween his legs. The position felt very compromising for both of them but it needed to be done.

She could feel his warm breath on her cold neck and she felt the urge to pass away because if thats how she passed, she would not mind. She held her breath as Percy begun wrapping her abdomen, she could barely feel the pain cause all she could think about and feel was him.

His breath on her neck, his fingers brushing her skin, how carefully he was handling her, like she would break at the wrong touch. He was everything she wanted, everything she needed. Everything they both deserved.

He quickly finished wrapping her up and he mentally called Blackjack from where ever he was right now. Before he could move or start to get things sorted he just looked at Aurora. She was peaceful. She looked ethereal under the moonlight, though she did look better under direct sunlight.

He decided to just stay still for a bit and wrapped an arms around the girl loosely as to not injure or hurt her more. They just needed some rest, no matter how long or short it was.

Both Aurora and Percy could hear the flap of Blackjacks wings so he quickly moved the girl back to lean against the tree while he packed everything away. Not before making sure to torniquet the girls leg where the wood piece was still protruding out of it. He made the decision before to not take it out as they both did not know how severe the injury underneath it was.

Percy grabbed a warm, woolly jumper from his bag and a blanket and gave both items to the girl before zipping it up.

"I'm going to find your bag and your bracelet before we leave, and before you say anything. I'm going to call Blackjack here to be with you before I look for them" he stated as he got up.

"Thanks a lot Perce, but before you look, how am I meant to put this jumper on without raising my arms and disrupting my bandages" Percy felt like an idiot. He dropped his bag back on the ground and knelt next to her carefully putting the jumper through one arms hole, then the next, then her head through.

Percy would never admit it there and then but he always loved when the girl would wear his clothes. It sent a warm fuzzy feeling through him knowing she was wearing his clothes, especially when she was willingly wearing his clothes. 

Similarly, Aurora would never admit it there but having Percy help her get changed into his clothes and help clean her up made her fall even more in love with him if that was even possible. She felt as though she was just falling into deep pit everytime he did anything for her or even just looked her way. 

He finished by wrapping her up in the blanket and chuckled when he saw how she looked... Exactly like a burrito. 

Blackjack came down and the girls eyes instantly widened at the sight of the creature. To which the boy just smiled at. Before he left to retrieve her bag and bracelet which were very easy to find. He quickly arrived back to the girl and Pegasus and was met with an adorable sight.

The Pegasus was on the floor next to the girl and was almost hugging her with its wing. Percy didnt think he could fall in love with the girl again but she has gone and proved him wrong, like always. 

"I've got your things sunshine, and I know its going to hurt but I'm going to have to pick you up to put you on Blackjack. Is that okay?" He knelt next to her and she nodded.

He wrapped an arm around her back and one under her knees, making sure not to hit the piece of wood and picked the girl up, quite easily, bridal style. It make them both feel fuzzy and warm inside. Even blackjack could feel the warmth.

He placed her sitting on the Pegasus so she would be infront of him when he got on. He then grabbed both of their bags and got onto blackjack himself. 

"You'd normally need to hold on tight to blackjack but I'll hold you okay? Just rest" The boy whispered in her ear as he gave her a peck on her cheek while she slowly drifted off and leaned her head back onto the boy's shoulder.

"Blackjack, No crazy flying today. We aren't at war today, its a rest day. Just take us back to camp, quick but not to the point we normally fly." Blackjacks reply left Percy with pink staining his cheeks and they made their way back to camp.

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OH MY FUCKING DAYS, I AM NEVER WRITING ANYTHING THIS LONG AGAIN

(such a fucking lie)

But I have to honest, apart from the small mental breakdowns. This was really fun to write. I love these two soo much.

When I went into this, I wanted to actually get them back to camp and I wanted them to confess but it was getting tooooooo long for that so if anyone wants a part 2, I'll gladly make it. Please dont critique me too much, this is still my first imagine 😭😭😭

I LOVE YOU ALL ❤️❤️❤️

unless you piss me off

[enden-k]

remembering about trans!haitham headcanon, do you have any ideas you could share about it? (if that doesn't bother you) maybe about if his grandmother ever knew it, or if kaveh even knew alhaitham before the transition. maybe kaveh knows haitham's deadname? maybe kaveh actually helped haitham in his journey to affirm his gender? thinking about this makes me excited to do a fanfic about this AAAAAAAA-

ofc, i have quite a few (transhaitham just means a lot to me hhhsjdjk)

i like to imagine that his grandma knew and her love, care and support remained unchanged; all she wanted is for him to be content and comfortable, teaching him all that. she def helped him here and there; like seeing how he was bothered by his longer hair so she proposed to cut it short and seeing how his eyes lit up in his usual neutral face when he saw his reflection was prob one of her fav memories of little haitham. not only getting rid of the bothersome weight and heat of annoying hair but also seeing how he looked more boyish pleased him a lot (not that short hair = strictly masculine etc. you know what i mean there)

(dysphoria is not "required" or smth every trans person experience(d), saying this right away (and also as a note to anyone actually unaware of this) - he def didnt experience it, just felt sometimes a bit bothered by some stuff) he just simply knew who he is and wanted to find more comfort with himself by aligning his physical appearance more with his feeling and identity (by transitioning)

(idk if i explain it well in english what i want to say. also def projected there)

so, kaveh and haitham def knew each other in the early stages; when haithams grandma passed away, he attempted to cut his own hair (usually his grandma did) and it turned out cutely shaggy and sloppy (not that it bothered him much, as long as it doesnt look too awful to him) kaveh couldnt take it tho and in a quiet homoerotic charged moment took it on himself to do it right and save it. haitham already went by his name there but if someone knows of his deadname other than his grandma back then, its def only kaveh as his closest friend

years after their falling out, when they meet again in the tavern it nearly had kavehs eyes bulging out when he recognized the person seating down next to him as haitham - so much broader and bulkier than he used to be (back then he was already working out a little just to stay fit and healthy and gain more muscle, but still much slimmer in early stages of t. but now? def could snap kaveh in half and he wouldnt mind at all), his voice deep but still that same aggravatingly confident tone---

(i just love the image of kaveh always being so attracted to haitham and haitham alone, always loving him in every way, for being himself just like haitham loving him in every way, always and without a break despite their falling out)

this is turning more into me being sappy about them than transhaitham thoughts LMFAO SORRY anyway i think kaveh helped haitham a lot with things like cutting his hair properly short or picking clothes (mostly bc he liked dressing haitham since he deems his tastes as awful) or showing him how to shave when he first grew facial hair, all that kinda stuff

[crazylittlejester]

*points at what you said in Sunny’s ask about hair stuff (which are all wonderful and yes) and Wars bleaching and straightening his hair*

Silly or Hero-warship previous mostly blond heroes gotta look the part perfect soldier image peer pressure whatever? (Basically, silly little guy or sads?) (My brain immediately went to this but it kinda falls apart with some of the others in the chain having different hair colors (which, again awesome, curly hair Rulie and Wind my beloveds) but thought why not ask anyways)

Taking this as a Yap opportunity because it’s been so long since people have sent in asks about my Wars headcanons and I feel like I haven’t gotten to talk about this in a while >:) SO THANK YOU FOR THIS

edit: apologies if theres any spelling mistakes im dyslexic but also just an idiot

So I hc Wars came from a very small village on the outskirts of the kingdom and when he got to Castletown and joined the army things were very different, HE was very different. He didn’t feel like he fit in with them, so he tried his best to force himself to fit in which is why I hc he does a fake accent, a Castletown/British one so people assume he comes from there. The way people view him is very important to him because he worries if they don’t see him through the carefully crafted lens he’s set up for himself to be viewed through, people will not like him or they won’t think he’s worthy or they’ll think he’s pathetic and he can’t handle that. So everything about how he’s constructed and built himself, from his hair to his accent to his walk to his laugh, his smile, voice, posture, all of it is carefully and deliberately crafted so that his image and how he presents himself is consistent, reliable, and “hero worthy”

Him straightening and dyeing his hair was 100% because he saw the heroes of legend and realized he didn’t look like them. I hc the Hero of Time was a huge figure, and one of the most noted heroes in Wars’s era, so little Wars compared himself to that a LOT. (and I also hc he never knew Mask was the Hero of Time because the kid called himself the Hero of Masks because HE didn’t think he could live up to his own title.) He thought if he looked more like what the people of Hyrule envision the great hero to look like in their minds, he’d be taken much more seriously

Of course now, seven years after the war, after he’s had a lot of time to come to terms with things and start to heal, Warriors doesn’t feel the need to look like the other heroes in order to be worthy, and he realizes this before he even meets the others. But NOW he’s stuck because he hasn’t felt like himself or like he KNEW himself at all since he was like 14/15, and he’s nearly 28 now and after over a decade of being in the army or “Hero of Warriors”, he doesn’t really know HOW to be him. He’s not yet at a point where he can fully realize the only thing that’s going to make him happy is becoming himself again, he knows he feels more relaxed when he feels safe but hes not really aware of how much his guard drops and how his act disappears when he’s completely at peace. He feels like he needs to keep playing this character of himself he’s made, and that includes keeping up appearances

He’s getting better about relaxing how strict he is with himself, he’ll allow himself lazy mornings where he doesn’t straighten his hair or do his makeup, but he almost obsessively dyes his hair and that’s the last thing he’ll stop doing, because I hc he looks VERY much like his mother and where he’s at right now, he couldn’t handle seeing that. (I hc his mother is alive, and so are all the sisters i hc he has, and they haven’t seen him since he left all those years ago because he feels like he CANNOT go back because hes so different now and he cannot handle the idea that home wouldnt feel like home anymore because he’s become a monster at war and he wont belong there anymore. He still writes home, and keeps in contact, and he’s seen Linkle (his twin), but he can’t bring himself to see his mother in his own face or just go home until he relearns who he actually is)

*wet cough* sorry for the yap 🥺 i have a lot of thoughts and he’s my special guy and this is how I characterize him in my writing (unless its an au or a specific other thing) so i think about him a LOT

if anyone is interested in this characterization of him heres a link to my main Wars series:

*collapses and dies*

[ariesbloodstone]

I know buck was weirded out by the fact that tommy and abby was engaged. I mean who wouldnt? That's a crazy twist. But I got a feeling that buck was bothered by it because tommy had hurt abby. Almost like he still care about her and feel protective over her and angry at tommy for hurting her. I know he loved her and maybe still care about her, but that just seem weird to me. At the restaurant scene when tommy said he was engaged and almost married a women, buck looked surprised seems understanding about it. When tommy said abby took a himbo half her age, buck just responded by saying she maybe did that to get tommy out of her system. He didnt even mad at tommy and seems to be on his side. But when tommy said it was abby clark and buck realised who it was, he got shocked which is understable. And then he told maddie. And said that tommy led abby on and hurt her. And buck thought he knew tommy and never thought tommy would be that cruel. But he only feel that way when he found out the women was abby. So I wonder if he would react the same way if the women wasnt abby? Based on his reaction before tommy mention her name he doesnt seem to care about it. I dont know. To me it looks like he still care about abby which is ok but like he cares more about her than tommy when he is actually dating tommy in the present. I dont know maybe I'm wrong but I just feel weird about it. Actually all the scenes was weird in this episode.

I really dont like buck flirting with that women in the restaurant. I mean tommy was there and watching. Its so rude. And then the convo about women and abby. And then the scene with maddie and josh. Another thing thats weird to me. Why buck was so suprised and hurt on abby's behave for what tommy did? I know what tommy did is not right, but tommy used to be a closeted gay men when he was younger. We all know that and so does buck. He was probably spend most of his life being in the closet than out. Which means he probably had girlfriends in the past and hook up with guys in secret. Like most all closeted gays do at the time?. I mean I know this is 2024 but buck is not a teenager. He's young but not that young. He's what, 30, 33? I'm 30 and even I know how hard it was for the gays in the past. A lot of them hiding in the closet meaning they maybe had girlfriends and even wife. Even I know and understand why they had to do that. And buck doesnt and got angry about it? And what the hell about that speech about post glee stuff. I know a lot of people like it but its not my favourite. It just seems cheezy and frankly unnecesarry because a man at buck's age should've known all that stuff already.

It seems like buck had build up a perfect image of tommy in his mind. His first impression of tommy is that he's so cool and feel threatened by him which turn out to be a crush. And he look up to tommy and admired him which is cute and all. But then he saw this flaw of tommy and he got dissapointed. I think he should know that not everyone is perfect not even tommy. But its not good to have that kind of high expectation to anyone, even your own partner. They gonna have flaws and weakness.

Making buck asking tommy to move in after all that knowledge about abby and gay history is another weird move. How come he got that idea after all that. Another thing to blame the writers about. Not to mention making tommy feels like that is the end of their relationship. He could have just said it was too soon which it is. It is too soon and clearly tommy is not ready for it. A lot of couple survive through that. Its not a marriage proposal. Most doesnt work out after a rejection of proposal but this is not it. They could've work it out. Its like the writers in ep 5 is totally different from ep 6. I have read a lot of fanfiction that are a lot better than this mess of storyline.

[piixelnix]

IM TOTALLY FERAL FOR SANJI, LIKE SIR PLEASE

Pairing: perv!Sanji x fem!reader

Warnings: sanji being a pervert, panties getting stolen, mastrubation, mostly Sanji doing perverted things ‼️MDNI‼️+18

Perv!Sanji who could bearly keep himself from losing control the moment he saw you, a new member to the crew, looking all innocent and smiling brightly at him

Perv!Sanji who would sneak into your room at night and steal some of your panties, jerking himself off with them groaning as he imaged it was your hand and not his, coating your pretty pair of black lace panties in his cum

Perv!Sanji who almost had a nose bleed as you came to him asking him to make you something sweet as your tits almost spilled from your too tight shirt, looking up at him with big innocent eyes, but he only could look at your soft tits and tried to keep his thoughts off of the things he would do to you

Perv!Sanji who let you go up first on the ladder to climb on the ship taking a peek under your skirt and seeing your blue pair of panties that covered your cunt that Sanji dreamed of being burried everynight

Perv!Sanji who would grind onto your ass as you called him to get you something from the high shelf in the kitchen, him leaning over you, one hand on your hip and other reaching for the cup he put up high just because he knew you wouldnt be able to reach it

Perv!Sanji who would listen to your moans and whimpers as you desperately fingered yourself to find some kind of release, his forhead leaned onto the wall next to your door, his big and thick cock in his hand as he imagined how good your cunt would feel around him

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This was short because, honestly if i kept going it would be full on smut 😭

Anywayyysssss i hope you like it tho, I'll maybe continue to write, idk tbh, i have a book on wattpad that i won't like ever finish but it is what it is

[tonydaddingham]

the thing that is actually making me giddy with the possible angst is that i really think that we are about to see the most monumental shift in not only how we saw these characters but also how they previously saw each other.

the fact that we literally now have confirmation that a) they knew each other before the fall, b) aziraphale has had heart eyes since before time began, and c) crowley... possibly not so much, completely changes the context on not just the eden scene but also all the historic scenes that followed.

aziraphale knew crowley as an angel, and knew even then when crowley was meant to be 'perfect' that crowley was maybe a bit different, always asking questions and toeing the line. maybe out of a bit of bastardy himself, or out of begrudging awe of his ability but also his audacity, or just plain attraction, aziraphale immediate takes to him. but this has meant that aziraphale has placed crowley, perhaps unconsciously, upon a pedestal. and the pedestal that aziraphale puts crowley on from that moment may have wobbled throughout their history together, but it's stayed relatively intact.

this worries me, that aziraphale may not have quite let go of the fact that crowley just isn't that person any more, maybe never was to begin with, and continues in some measure to idolise him. my interpretation of this is that yes, crowley can be a bit of a dick (because, well, obviously) and aziraphale knows this, has done since the beginning, but aziraphale continues to hold crowley to an overall moral ideal that is so firmly ensconced in aziraphale's first perception of him as an angel that crowley will never be able to live up to it. not because he isn't a nice person, or because he can't live up to it, but maybe... he just simply doesn't want to.

but the issue is that throughout the ages (including the job minisode which ive had corrected for me, so Crowley Anger is now simply simmering), crowley's actions have only reinforced to aziraphale that despite being technically a demon, he has a huge heart and is not a horrible person. bit of a bastard, but not cruel. all of this just feeds and feeds into this image of crowley that aziraphale has built of him, and when crowley has his flashes of, in fact, not being honourable or kind, this threatens to upset the pedestal altogether.

these wobbly moments - when he thinks crowley is going to kill the children, when crowley snaps at him in rome, when crowley first proposes the arrangement, the prospect that he came up with the french revolt, the holy water request, the bandstand, "how can someone as clever as you be so stupid?"... moments where just for a second, in a small or huge measure, aziraphale's faith in crowley... flickers.

and of course aziraphale has been here before, right? he's had his faith, his devotion, his loyalty tested to the absolute limit of angelic endurance. so when his faith in heaven (never lost it in god) was obliterated, well - it had to cling to something. something that wouldnt mean that aziraphale has to lose the concept of faith altogether. so we're back to the old standby of idolatry, that aziraphale's heavenly faith is replaced by his faith in crowley, this angel that despite never originally giving aziraphale the time of day, aziraphale cannot see - for all of crowley's faults and bastardy and the frustration he poses - crowley as anything less than something to be worshipped.

this is exactly why i think that one of the main points of s2 is going to be a rift between them both. obviously i haven't talked about crowley's perspective of this and maybe i will in another post, but i do think that crowley is going to do something, a bad thing for the right reasons, but aziraphale isn't going to see it like that. that crowley will do something awful to protect aziraphale, but all aziraphale will be able to see is the betrayal or the cruelty or the despair, he can't see wood for the trees, and just lose that last vestige of faith he had altogether.

i feel like once all the disillusion and disenchantment has been swept away, and they're both laid bare at each other's feet... that they may not quite like what they find. from aziraphale's perspective, that whatever crowley does in s2 might be crossing aziraphale's line in the sand, and now aziraphale is starting to see crowley as someone that is truly grey, fluctuating between doing things that are Good, and things that are Good for Crowley.

and it's not as if aziraphale was blind to this before, but instead now... he kind of finally sees who crowley is? who he has been all along? the film has lifted from his eyes. realises that love and worship are not the same thing. what he loves, who he loves, doesn't equate to worshipping it/them, idolising them. there's a very big difference that echoes down to the very core tenet of who aziraphale is and his experiences with having and losing faith, but love having remained.

so stripped of the pedestal, crowley is now just simply... crowley. a person, not an angel, not a demon. and there is the distinct possibility that aziraphale might be completely blindsided by what he finds.

[ender-cloud]

That new TGS update made me physically ill holy shit! Spoilers under cut

I feel like we all knew that this would happen but I wasn’t actually ready for it, Like god Lanyon you truly were screwed over

THIS MADE ME LIKE AGAHBAGWGAVEVS!!!

Also after this the “I wanted to be the person you needed me to be” makes me just feel so agshabaggas JEKYLLLL!!! It broke my heart and im still not ok.

Even after jekyll admitted it was him Lanyon still wanted to find an excuse how it couldn’t be at first and it’s just like, Lanyon! You can’t be doing this to me man!

Also, just, Jekyll saying that Hyde was a mistake is a punch to the gut, because i get how he can think that but Hyde is still like a part of Jekyll he separated from himself! Does he think that part of himself was a mistake? Or does he think that ever separating Hyde from him was a mistake? Because these two things can have very different meanings.

If he thinks that part of himself was a mistake: he hates a part of himself that he cant control which is something a lot of people experience but its still not ideal, But its also Fucked up, Because Hyde has become his own person and Jekyll is acting like he Dosent exist, like Hyde can’t hear all of this

But on the other hand if he thinks it was a mistake separating Hyde from himself might mean that he can see that maybe it would be better if he still had that part with him and this shows his growth from who he used to be. Finally realizing that it still makes him, him, again something some people need to overcome in real life.

Though it is most likely the first option but i can only hope its the second

I know that Lanyon’s reaction is probably the most important but I really want to see Jaspers and Rachels reactions too because we havent even gotten a glimpse of them in the background and it’s just heightening my curiosity, because Rachel was close to both of them so she’s the one im most interested in after Lanyon.

ANYWAY! BACK TO THE PAIN!!!

Im going to be honest i think Lanyon is valid for this because yes it has been 2 years and He and Jekyll have been friends for long enough to where you would have this trust base relationship.

Also they just got together romantically which would fuck up Lanyons mind even more. Like way to go Jekyll breaking the foundation of trust in a relationship in your first day of being in one. I can see how he might feel like his feelings are being played with, Hyde would avoid him, and ive been mentioning this so often but like if someone you thought was your friend and they had an Alter ego that avoided you wouldnt you be hurt?

I feel like im shitting on Jekyll a lot, and I don’t mean to because I like Jekyll!! Dont get me wrong!!! But you have to admit that it is his fault, he’s not always the victim, its the people around him who’s being affected by his actions. It was Jekyll’s choice to continue to drink the potion, it was Jekyll’s choice not to tell Lanyon, there was no outside force making him do this.

And you can’t say that Hyde was making him continue to drink the potion because for 1; i doubt that in the beginning Hyde would be able to bother him that much only starting out, im sure it was another thing that developed over time with the potions use and 2; as we saw Jekyll could’ve thrown away those potions on his own terms at any time, he didn’t have to make more.

I just wanted to make this known because i feel like it needs to, do i like Jekyll? Yes. Do i feel bad for him? Yes. Do i think he’s the victim in the situation? No, because of the reasons above. But really, I don’t hate Jekyll, and its not like its always his fault, no, but in this situation it was his actions that lead to this.

I got really sidetracked so heres some of the other images i saved because this is getting really long.

Them both crying Makes this so much worse like, these two almost never show their emotions around people, and now in front of everyone they are about to breakdown, it just makes my chest tight, God dammit Sage this Chapter was painful

[shitposting-account]

a long post about how xander would behave as fan because idk im obsessed with xander

i dont know how to start this since this was just my messy train of thoughts so yeah. none of this would be coherent at all because its not an essay

i think the reason of why xander would be a healthy fan is because of the person he is, while he had shown up with some tendencies of putting david in a pedestal, hes still trying to learn about his and everyones boundaries, its just that hes human that he cant control himself, after all, he describes himself as someone "who feels very strongly abour everything" yet he still tries.

to start of why xander behaves like a massive fanboy of david, i think its obvious because it begins with how david was there for his worst moments, when his family died, of course he would set such a big pedestal for a man who basically saved his life from going into a spiral of depression, anyone in his place would behave the same when meeting his "hero". and about how he defended david when teruko tried to said something "bad" about him, remember that everyone had in mind the good and nice image of david

in contrast to david, who only knew xander for 3 days, who saw his crimes, he is in a big denial about it. while we dont know how xander would react to what david has become, in my theory or headcanon, i think he would be pretty disappointed and heartbroken, because he stands for whats right, what david did, lying about murdering arei AND then trying to commit mass suicide, its a low point even for xander. BUT this js just a headcanon for now

i also think how xander is a polite person because how hes always referring the girls with a "miss", even arei who he doesnt quite like her, while the male cast he refers them with "mister". often whatnot he calls teruko by her name only and its only when he was trying to get her trust or truly meaning something (to those curious, he only referred once david by his name and it was when telling him that he wont let him down because he has always liked by who he is lol)

(i have all xanders quotes written down btw)

continuing about his politeness, when he tried to fight with min, he didnt truly disliked her who she is but rather her talent (since its a big trauma for him when it comes to studying so much), he apologized to her saying that it was because of how he tends to work things up, of course it was when they called him out for trying to slander min.

what does these have anything to do with xander being a good fan? i just that with what kind of person he is, he tends to learn and apologize, and even tries to get everyone involved in something, i think he would try to make a nice and healthy circle in his david chiem fanbase, i also think he wouldnt be chronically online enough to stay in debates and discussions there anyway, he literally get politicians in jail like he shouldnt have time be on twitter he needs to plan shit to get literal government officials in jail

ok thats all byeeee

[underratedandoverit]

got this for you

900 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

poll was 7-2 in favor of posting this tonight, so here you go. its very small and im very very sleepy, but the thought wouldnt leave me alone and i would feel really bad for not putting out at least one small gift fic this holiday season, so. @midnightpretenders0 thank you for this year, this month, this week, today, everything. i know this isnt a lot, but i wanted to make something soft and sweet for you. i wish i had more time and energy in my hands to properly express how much i love you, but i hope this'll do at least for now 💜💜

@stormbornpirate

on ao3

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Cassidy quietly knocked on the door, not really expecting to get an answer. He stopped for a moment, listening carefully, nodding his head a little, more as a confirmation to himself that he had been right as no answer was given to him. It wasn’t going to deter him though, as his hand landed on the door handle, pushing it down and the door open along with it.

He probably should have waited though, it suddenly dawned on Cassidy, as he stepped inside the room to not only find Kip sitting in front of his computer like he had expected, but also clearly talking to his camera and checking one of his extra screens; obviously in the middle of a stream. Maybe Cassidy should have checked beforehand but it was too late the moment he stepped through the open door, gathering Kip’s attention almost immediately.

Kip just beamed at him upon noticing Cassidy standing in the doorway, but didn’t say anything, not wanting to direct attention to him while he was off camera. Cassidy just slightly awkwardly waved at him, watching as Kip slipped one side of the headphones off an ear, the smile never leaving his lips.

Cassidy just had to commit to this now then, apparently.

“…I got you a little something.”

Kip quickly glanced at his screen, probably just to check if he had time for a small conversation with him. As he proceeded to entirely remove the headphones and his eyes landed back on Cassidy again, the blond walked over to him across the room, trying to not pay attention to the screens visible to him as he saw the stream chat welcoming him in from the corner of his eye.

“Something for me?” Kip asked, a smirk crossing his lips and a little twinkle in his eyes. Cassidy was glad he was wearing the sunglasses, easily hiding the rather sarcastic roll of his eyes, just nodding his head. “Aw, Clementine, you shouldn’t have.”

Cassidy didn’t reply, just slightly shifted something from one hand to another behind his back, trying to keep it hidden from Kip’s view as he extended his other hand towards him, handing him an envelope. Kip raised a brow at it, glancing up at Cassidy, who didn’t say anything and tried to keep as straight of a face as possible, just watching the Brit accept the plain white envelope handed to him. Kip quickly glanced up, smiling at the camera as he waved the envelope in his hand a little, to show to the chat.

“Gifts from Clementine, chat! We are very lucky today.”

As Kip’s attention was on the envelope and trying to get it open, Cassidy observed him, fidgeting with the second object behind his back, trying to think why he had chosen to do this when he knew there was an audience for them. Cassidy was aware enough of Kip’s streams to know it wasn’t a very large audience, but there were people watching nonetheless, in few tens at that. He was trying to tell himself that this was going to be their Christmas gift if nothing else as he watched, mind reeling at his own decision to go through with this, as Kip finally managed to flip the envelope open, pulling out a card.

Kip’s brows furrowed a little as he observed the card in his hand, a quick smile flashing on his lips as he lifted it up for the camera to see, showing the chat the image on the card of two snowmen holding hands in a backyard covered in snow.

“Look at that! Isn’t that precious. It’s very --”

Kip’s thought process was cut short as he spotted the little message on the backside of the card, making him raise a brow at it.

“’Look up’?”

Kip lowered the card from the camera, looking towards Cassidy, eyes glancing up at him. It took Kip a moment to look away from the mesmerizingly gorgeous smile crossing the blond’s lips, only then registering the small mistletoe decoration Cassidy is holding above his head.

Kip wasn’t given time to ask questions after he processed what was happening, him only accepting his fate on camera as Cassidy leaned down, pressing a kiss on his lips, slow and almost concerningly sensual one at that. Forgetting his surroundings for a moment, Kip flowed along with it, hands cupping Cassidy’s cheeks to pull him closer and holding him there, responding back to the kiss with just as much if not a bit more enthusiasm as was shown towards him.

Before they could get lost in the hazy moment and turn it more passionate, Kip pulled away from the kiss, snapping suddenly back into reality as he realized where he was and what was happening and how those two things really didn’t go together in the moment. Cassidy just smiled back at him, clearly enjoying the sudden deep blush creeping on the Brit’s cheeks as he leaned in, pressing one more quick kiss on Kip’s lips before he turned towards the microphone, the soft smile still lingering on his lips.

“Enjoy, chat.”

Straightening his back Cassidy leaned away, dropping the mistletoe from his hands to Kip’s desk before walking away, leaving the Brit trying to collect himself, Kip being almost too afraid to look back at the chat that he saw scrolling over at the speed of light from the corner of his eye.

[catch57]

Notes from this book! I don’t necessarily think it’s a must read (is any dylan bio?) but it gave me some fun images& thoughts. spoilers ⬇️

kind of did not care so much abt this sons life, he should have just posted his dad's cassette tapes and called it a day. goes into how his dad never wanted to reveal stuff abt dylan like this but was strapped for cash, but the son kinda didnt needa do all this. says victor and bob used to joke that whoever died first should make a biography where they totally lie abt everything that the other did

the idea of having a best friend like that, much less bob dylan 😐 says bob liked victor bc he knew how to give him space, didn't take advantage of him, and knew how to riff and learn abt strangers

says greenwich village bob would never sign up for a set, would always just ask the bar owner if he could play after everyone else

bob got rlly mad at victor for meeting his mom/going inside the house after she invited him in & told him it was bobs birthday. reaal.

went to see striking coal miners in kentucky, donated clothes like (communist<3) suzie told him, then kinda left bc they felt they weren't really helping by being there

lowkey almost got crowd crushed aftr the first royal albert hall, made him kind of dazed walking out and he realized life wouldnt b the same anymore. had to seek more to keep his privacy. later says he stopped allowing cameras bc he saw the way ppl acted at a beatles shows, all the flashing.

victor would go exploring and bob would always stay inside and lock himself in a room to write. was really able to sit down and play with words until he finished it. didn't ask others for advice, only sought to see others reaction to what he had written. "bob would always write abt himself" (implies other songs like isis were more of his "fantasies" played out - i think i see this in why he got offended whn ppl not liking billy the kid movie?). songs like this as an escape from himself.

got locked in a restaurant bathroom for more than an hour loll

joan's dad would chastise him over 'the times r changing' bc he thought bob should respect his elders

would get pretty drunk, would get victor to speak for him when he didn't want to

"bob wasn't a sexual guy" went kinda into that bob didn't like women who made advances on him, he liked women who were more passive and would be around whn he wanted, not when he didn't.

talked abt how they were always reinventing their fashion, trying to even outdo the age, would pick out crazy clothes together

says motorcycle accident bob was going like 5mph and just fell over loll.

while sarah and his relationship deteriorating, she got hurt upon hearing idiot wind. (kind of terrifying for him imo to release something so vulnerable but also for her to hear that

dog named brutus. he saw it got hit by a car then be totally ok

got coffee spilled all over him when the tour bus lurched forward, when they were already going to be late to the show

still sleeping at hiltons? loll

kind of ignoring the story abt preforming in israel. kinda gross! Edit: oh also allegations against victor in the 90s that bob got him out of jail for. not much info abt this available ☹️

Show where it was thundering and everyone told him not to but victor kinda encouraged him to play in inches of water. imagine seeing shelter from the storm like that! i think in a soviet-bloc country.

"bob wasn't an activist" i think i agree with this, says even tho he was at a lot of big events and stuff he wasn't really a part of them, more an observer . bailed on david crosby's book

overall i think this just confirmed him as more of an introvert than some people would believe him to be, which is sweet in my eyes & reminds me to take a lot more time for myself & my own interests

[dballzposting]

I'm so thrilled for Mr Satan to have a friend becasue I dont think he even had any before. His wife died and he never remarried. He indulged in the cheap comfort of ephemeral floozies henceforth. His image is so importsnt that who honestly is close enough to see the real Mr Satan? Is there anyone he could trust to get that close? Did he even have poker buddies? I can imagine him sitting at a poker table with all of the world's biggest names, and inside he feels like hes gonna shit hinself, imposter syndrome to the max. But he has a silver tongue worth more than its weight in gold and he just knows exactly WHAT to say and WHEN to say it, and he must win a few rounds too. But it's stressful. It's fun, it's the only place he wants to be, it's the only mask he wants to wear, but it's the ultimate stress.

And he probably just would have lived his life that way. Hiding his vulnerable innards from others and hinself. Never being brave enough for authentic connection. But then the end of the world rolled around, and he was pressured to square off against Buu at Buu's new house. And I'll tell you, Mr Satan may not be too bright in the head, but when his body leads, he has survival instincts that rival that of Yajirobe; he knows exactly WHEN to back down and roll over, and all the ego-cockiness from before melts into nothing by exigence of survival. And he does not fight that impulse. This is why he is still alive. Otherwise, if he had held his ground as a warrior when his tricks failed, then Buu would have just killed him. But instead he rolled over and kept the ruse going, and that's why he never died.

And yknow they dont really become friends until peacetime comes, becasue yknow. When they first meet, Mr Satan plays the role of a dutiful servant and he is honestly still so scared of Majim Buu naturally. He still tries to blow him up, and he fails becasue he decides that he cannot blow up the beautiful scene that is Buu with the puppy, and that's him choosing love over war, and that's really profound for him. Perhaps only at this time of drama and crisis can Mr Satan's true nature come out and all that armoring of his image can melt away; inside, he loves love and values it as a moral good worth fighting for. But again right now he is still scared of Majin Buu, and Buu is still so unstable with his ethics.

YES Mr Satan gets into the bathtub with Buu and the dog. But it's only becasue hes walking on eggshells and is scared to upset Buu. He is still turning over in his head exactly what to do about all this and what to believe in. And then Buu tries to drown him in the tub. Like this really isnt the sort of friendship dynamic that youd want to see. But it's temporary and it's becasue the world is ending. During times of peace, you wouldnt want to see somebody go so far out of their way and at their own expense to defend what little/dubious goodness there is in someone so dangerous. But that's the way it is right now becasue the world is ending....

BUT that budding affection is really so important. It had Mr Satan try to fight Kid Buu later on. And I've said before that Mr Satan saw hinself in Majin Buu's childish innocence and enjoyment for life, and I maintain that. When Mr Satan was crying and begging for them to spare the good Buu after Kid Buu was gone, for once he didnt bow to his survival instinct to shrink and run away --- When Vegeta told him to get out of the way so that he could blow up Buu, Mr Satan was rattled by fear, but he hunkered down over Buu and did not flee. Just tensed against the inevitable. He wasnt particularly courageous. He was like a shaking shivering sobbing little tortured marsupial. But he didnt flee. He knew in his heart that this was the same as defending his own skin, becasue in Buu he had seen a glimpse of himself, and life without that would not be worth it.

I mean Mr Satan continues to live under the thumb of his own intense image, and he continues to reliably default onto his God-given gift of crowd-pleasing, BUT he has a friend now.

I mean his image has never been that much of a bad thing anyway. Hes risen to a be a global star, and if he wasnt as adored as he was, Goku's spirit bomb against Kid Buu would have failed. And the love goes both ways, Mr Satan truly loves all of his fans so much. Before Vegeta remembered that they had one last wish by Porunga, he pressured Mr Satan to tell the Earthlings to give all the energy they had, and Mr Satan felt so torn; as Earth's savior and champion, he just couldnt do the Earthlings dirty like that...

Anyway. I'm really glad that Mr Satan now has a friend with whom he can play party games. I bet they make pillow forts and bring little toys into the bubble bath. Really great that Mr Satan has someone he can frolic with. Becasue hes just a wounded child inside. It's so nice he can have a friend to play with .... such a rejuvenating thing.

I love you Mr Satan <3

[bridgyrose]

Neon curls her hair and Ruby mistakes her for Penny from behind

Ruby slammed the blade of her scythe into the grimm over and over again as the sabyrs kept swarming the streets.She looked to each of her teammates as they tried to hold back the grimm, her arms shaking as she tried to steady her weapon to take a shot. “How many more?” 

“Not sure!” Weiss called out as she put up a glyph wall to catch her breath. “I’m almost out of dust, there’s still only a few robotic soldiers trying to take out the grimm, and the Atlas military still doesnt seem to be moving to help. I hate to say it, but…. I think Qrow’s right that we cant trust them.” 

“Then we hold the grimm off for as long as we can and regroup at Pietro’s to see if he can tell us more about what’s been going on in Atlas.” 

“You really think he’ll help?” 

“I’m not sure, but its not like we have much of a choice.” 

Ruby sighed and took a few shots at the sabyrs that made their way through the streets to the rest of her friends. Everything about this felt wrong. The way the military sat around, waiting. The lack of protection for the city. Everything she looked at made her feel like she was missing a piece of the puzzle as to why Ironwood wasnt helping Mantle. 

“Grimm incoming!” Yang yelled out. 

Ruby nodded and took aim at the grimm rushing down the streets. Her breathing stopped as she watched a green light rush through the streets and slam through the grimm like they were nothing. Her eyes caught the look of short and curled red hair. She slowly lowered her sniper scythe as she watched the figure rush around. 

Without anything more, the figure disappeared into the dark streets as the grimm lights started to turn off. Weiss lowered her glyphs while Jaune, Yang, and Blake started to check on the nearby citizens. 

Ruby sighed and folded up her scythe as she watched the trailing green light fade, her heart breaking as she kept the image of Penny in her mind. “Penny was here…” 

Weiss looked at her curiously. “Penny? But… she died, didnt she?” 

“She did, but… I thought I saw her.” Ruby looked around at her team and shook her head. “We should get to Pietro’s again and see if we can find out more about what’s going on.”

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Neon slid to a stop after the last of the grimm had been taken care of and tapped on the audio device in her ear. “Streets are all clear, Flynt.” 

“Great,” Flynt replied. “Any sign of the airship?” 

“No, but I saw team RWBY and Jaune, Nora, and Ren a bit ago.” Neon paused for a moment. “You dont think General Ironwood is going to arrest them for trying to help Mantle, do you?” 

“As long as they dont have licenses, it wouldnt surprise me if he does. You know how he’s gotten since the riots started. Cant be too careful about who’s out there to cause trouble.” 

“Right. I should go back to them and check on them. Maybe I can keep them out of trouble before they get on Ironwood’s radar.”

“And if they already are?” 

Neon paused for a moment. That wasnt a thought that had crossed her mind and all she knew is that she’d try to help out as best she could. “Then I’ll find a way to help them out.” 

Flynt let out a sigh, his voice showing how much he hated the idea. “Be careful, okay Neon? The last thing I need is for you to get your license revoked.” 

“Dont worry, you know I dont get into trouble often. Besides, I’m sure Ironwood will understand once he sees its them.” 

“Then keep everything off just in case. Dont need any of the techs to go back through your scroll and find out what you’ve been up to.” 

“Turning everything off now.” Neon smiled and shut down her scroll and communicator as she raced through the streets again, her curled hair rushing through the wind. Ever since Penny was damaged in a riot, she had taken it upon herself to help out Mantle the best she could. She curled her hair to Penny’s short style and wore combat gear similar to hers so no one would be any the wiser to their guardian missing. Even her roller skates had their lights changed to green instead of the rainbow she preferred. All in the name of helping Penny. 

She quickly came to a stop as she neared team RWBY, pausing as she watched the Ace-ops gather them up. Her heart sank when she realized she was a bit late and couldnt give them the warning they needed and she slowly turned her scroll back on. “Flynt? How much trouble does someone have to be to get picked up by the Ace-ops?” 

Silence came through the earpiece for a minute before Flynt finally spoke. “Head back to Atlas. We can clear things up with Ironwood from there.” 

“Right… I’ll be there.” Neon sighed and shut her scroll off once more, pausing as her ears picked up Ruby’s voice. 

“Penny was just here!” Ruby yelled out. “If we can find her, she can clear things up-” 

“Quiet down!” Harriet yelled back, followed by the sound of her weapon hitting Ruby’s back. “You’re going to Ironwood, no ifs, ands, or buts about it.”

Neon slowly backed up and started to race back to Atlas without getting seen by the Ace-ops, needing to get to Penny first. She had to clear things up quickly before team RWBY ended up in more trouble. The grimm sirens pulled her out of her thoughts as the streets lit up red and more grimm started to pour through the streets. With a groan, she put her scroll away and grabbed her nunchucks as she cursed under her breath and rushed after the grimm. One more wave of grimm, and then back to Atlas. Hopefully before anything else happened.

[narwhalandchill]

FINALLY FINISHED 4.1 AQ!!!!! (General thoughts also Lot of childe thoughts + 4.1 spoilers obvi and 4.2 leaks warning, LONG)

ok OK OK that was actually insane holy fuck. i was mad initially when childe lacking voicelines in 4.1 leaked but like bro was Still a central character im cool! im cool! keep it up in 4.2!!!!

FIRSTLY. i was fucking right i KNEW the oratrice was ALWAYS onto childe being connected to the primordial sea through 'it' GOD the sheer fucking amount of "theories" i saw that were like oh its all just arlecchinos machinations nothing abyssal whale is an easter egg (?) childes poor mood is bc hes drugged with sinthe by arle (??????) etc etc etc. eat my fucking ass. i saw this shit coming YEARS ago i knew i fucking knew.

honestly its just like my dearest ajax to minmax his K/D ratio to the point that he becomes the murder weapon to a case that started when he was like 5 like what a legend. he is so talented. 🥰🥰🥰🥰

im still highkey on the copium camp that the leaked humanoid phase of the ptahur fight wouldnt literally be childe tho. unironically mostly bc i think its simply a crime against him to let foul legacys visual design AND ptahurs whale design serve cunt that hard only to do the ugliest most generic possible rectangle shaped dark armor guy for A Boss Fight. Like cmon. the purple cyclops look with the flowing galaxy cape and fluffy collar was The Shit. give us extra galaxy effect pastel purple water-y polar star motif-y foul legacy design for childes magical girl powerup not That. tho if childes only gonna look ugly before he asserts his claim over the whales power and then gets a cunty powerup then all is forgiven 🥰

AND WE SAW THE WHALE I WAS LITERALLY GIDDY WATCHING THE CUTSCENE. knew it was coming bc i spoiled myself on purpose by watching it on yt i Had to see it but. ITS SO GOOD. God. and then 4.2 we will fight them both??? & the boss title is "devourer of the stars"???? like its so fucking abysspilled and real i feel like a starving middle ages peasant being fed from the royal banquet table ive waited SO LONG. foul legacy is called devouring deep and 'it' is Litetally titled devourer. this isnt a fucking coincidenceee im in love . WILF i said what i said

anyway i do agree that in terms of lore implications i dont think its unrealistic at all for it and its will to overwhelm ajax temporarily like that thing is the devourer of stars which. Might i remind people literally means devouring fate in the world of genshin and constellations. a world ending entity. but also at the same time this might be me being insane and abysspilled (always looking for a reason for apologism yk) but like. theres no direct confirmation either way whether ptahurs intentions with childe are really malicious at all. he awakened it, theyre linked and its calling for him and sure thats bad for fontainians' projected life expectancy but we cant assume much else. i mean childe was in the deep sea he might be snezhnayan so immune to anti french bathwater but bro couldve been drowning maybe the whale helped out a pal. and the music in the cutscene was more wonder than terror too? fanon guys are just coping bc they dont want childe to get worse when thats just much sexier Trust (she says, overtaken by constant paranoia that somehow theyll pull a 180 and damsel-ify him with no actual narrative weight or satisfaction for his arc ahahaha)

(but like me when i havent read tusk of monoceros caeli item desc and understood that the all-devouring desire to crush everything in his path like the solipsism represented by the image of a whale cruising through the celestial heights is very explicitly stated to be a part of himself childe chooses to gleefully embrace do not fucking try me you illiterates. sorry i got emotional for a sec back to 4.1)

AND LIKE NO I DID NOT MISS THAT NEUVILLETTE DID NEVER IN FACT CLAIM PTAHURS SENTENCE UPON FONTAINE WAS UNJUSTIFIED. JUST THAT IT WAS TOO HARSH. so like listen listen listen. (pulls up my abyss is justified the gods are false the sky is fake so bringing ruin upon the world in the greatest sin against an artificial system is actually making the sinner the one delivering heavenly justice---- conspiracy whiteboard) ANYWAY point is childe tartaglia ajax should get to torch celestia and im going to kiss him on the mouth when he does. No one @ me. but actually neuvillette genuinely APOLOGIZED for overturning ptahurs authority to deliver its sentence. im gonna read into this so hard it might be reaching but who am i if not behaving down bad horrendously about the abyss and the prospect of a cosmic eldritch entity shattering celestias world order into pieces,?? this is my Brand

act III has so much hate but i thought it was fine SJSJSKSJFKFIDKFK it did what it set out to do and it certainly isnt as interesting as act IV but it did So much of the foundational work for the next act and managed to work well enough. it got a bit repetitive so like no it wasnt perfect at all but idk when u go in with the right mindset its perfectly competent. but i can see it feel horrible when u Really just wanna get to the action parts so like its fine if ppl dislike it jsjajsk not too pressed either way

anyway i find it so cute how many people are reacting to travelers dreams of childes pov as this like omg theyre in sync and not like. An explicit confirmation that visions are mass surveillance tools p much 💀💀💀💀 like its not even ON HIM and he can still be tracked how is this endearing im so lost JSFFJSJSJ

honestly beyond the obvious childe brainrot its hard to even go off about just any specific character bc EVERYONE got it so good. chlorinde dodged the sara allegations im SO fucking happy for her!!! even if it wasnt that much its already far off from that travesty!!! her and wrios dynamic is so fucking funny i adore them and wasnt expecting it at all.

wrio is fucking GREAT! i absolutely lived for every single line of dialogue he had like mans literally the funniest person in fontaine. silver powercreep. but not just that bc hes actually so fucking good and interesting and intriguing and i loved the overall role he played. the whole power play he did w lyney and that entire confrontation played so well with both his and lyneys character im just. this was a certified banger. the house of hearth sibs were all great and lyneys characterization had So much depth and nuance i really liked the way he wasnt dropping his and lynettes backstory in 4.0 just to trauma dump but that it was all actual setup for his minor/major breakdown during act IV and that payoff was so worth it!!! arle chiding him for his pride too. listen to your dad lyney.

speaking of Whom.

oh my god oh my god arle arle arle. this woman had me actually fucking blushing like. Her ENERGY. The Poise. the Threat. the Pressure. the veneer of perfectly conducted civil friendliness that feels more threatening than if she just put a knife to my neck (which. she could. id thank her)??? how shes genuinely LIVID at furina and about the prophecy and just kept pressing at her?????? no woman in this goddamn game has had an effect like this on me i feel so weak im such a fucking dyke oh my god. HER VOICE. HER FUCKING VOICE. EVERY SENTENCE OUT OF HER MOUTH I WAS EATING IT UP. that like. idk how to even call it that like dry breathy quality to her voice is just?????? i was transfixed i was obsessed i was hypnotized.

and ofc she didnt really gaf about childe much SJAJSKSJFKSKSKDKD but like unironically funniest fucking mental image from this AQ was the concept of if arlecchino ever somehow got arrested in another nation CHILDE would be her attorney like. 😭😭😭😭😭😭 HELP (logically ik he would do fine lmao hes smart and literally feeds his ego by being good at his job you guys are just so fucking rude comparing him to 6d chess zhongli in liyue AQ. thats zhongli being too galaxy brain not anyone else being dumb)

honestly i love love love this fucked up strict but seemingly truly genuine in her own fucked up way parental figure that she appears to be?? like this isnt redeeming her this is making her interesting as fuck and i do love that. the fact that shes generally very reasonable and collected but that you can just Feel the danger lurking underneath is literally So attractive i might keel over.

and like FINALLY a nation where its not all the fatuis fault!!! well it is all childes fault (so proud of him. thats my man!!) but you get what i mean GSJSKDK. arlecchino actually offering up her cooperation at the end just feels so refreshing and nice like ahhh. feels good feels organic.

so. neuvillette is the reincarnated hydro sovereign. whos surprised. (silence) yeah fucking thought so. honestly neuvi was both incredibly interesting and good but also his clueless moments of not picking up on jokes and banter are So autistic like if i hadnt already pulled him by the point i started doing act IV i wouldve the second he started sharing his autism diagnosis with us. so like im ecstatic to have him both on my main and NA alt actually.

ALSO. Confirmed that gnoses are based on stolen authority from the sovereigns. as a scalie enthusiast i Always had a hunch sth like this was up but having it confirmed is fucking excellent. and like it feels very much like furina/focalors (r they separate ppl or not? Huh?? is the gnosis in the oratrice?) r gonna allow neuvillette to tackle the bathwater problem by surrendering the authority over hydro back to its rightful heir n thats prolly gonna be a part of how fontaine dodges the prophecy. but its still very hmmmmmm

sigewinnes traitor moment actually caught me off guard it was SO funny. like she was actually fooling us i loved that. sure she always had good intentions and everything but still iconic. in general just how wrio and gang outplayed us in the fortress of merupide was great like it just really emphasizes how bro Runs the place for real for real and it was excellent. the massive ship was kind of out of left field tho. inb4 ptahur just crushes that thing anyway lmaooooo

theres probably more still but uh this is already too long JSJSKSKDK anyway yes i did enjoy acts III and IV very much how did you notice. sorry for the length of this crazed frenzy but not sorry actually. it feels so nice to get fed finally. im so hype for 4.2.

edit: wait i forgor furina. honestly im not gonna lie i was too mesmerized by arlecchino to pay that much attention to her so sorry about that but like GAJSKDJDKDK she was great too!!!

[angel-zophiel]

Through Him who Strengthens // Azrael Oneshot

Azrael x Reader Summary: Azrael barely makes it in time to save you. Physically you both may be fine, but a weight is placed on your hearts you weren't ready for

Content:

Near death, and lots of angst bc I said so

Word Count: 2,800+

The grapnel struck the roof, launching Azrael into the air, and up the side of the building. His feet landed and in a second the grapnel was shot out again, raising him further and faster. Scaling up the side of the tower he so frantically wished he could be atop already. Every second, he spent grabbing onto ledges and leaping up towards the next vantage point, was a second wasted. You were up there. And so was the bastard that had kidnapped you. Your scream shot his gaze upwards, and what he saw sank his heart in his chest and pushed his body to move faster. You were hanging off the side of the building, the only thing keeping you from falling and meeting the God that Azrael prayed would give you strength to, was your failing hands holding onto the ledge. Feet kicking wildly as you tried to find some way to get back onto flat ground. He was so close, and the closer he got the better he could hear the voice of Anarky. That cowardly bastard had stolen you from your home while you slept and dragged you up this building, doing who knows what else on the way here. He knew though, that every injury he found on you, would be years off of whatever life Anarky had left to live. He wouldnt kill him, no, but the Bat never said anything about turning him into a vegetable. Anarky would be less than human if Azrael caught him. Azrael was only a couple feet from you now, the distance quickening his step faster than before. But he wasnt close enough. Anarky saw Azrael's quick approach and a wicked smile spread across his face. In an instant, he stomped his foot against your frail hands and kicked them off of the side. You fell. Screaming as you dropped. Avenge her. Azrael roared within his mind, turning towards Anarky as he skipped away, more than pleased with what he had just done. Azrael wanted to continue his climb and kill the man who had just doomed you to your fate, but Jean-Paul was still ever alive and present.

We save her, he ordered the system It took nearly everything within him to force his hand off the side of the building and send himself after you, your name crying out from his lips. The system growled and gnashed, trying to prioritize its need to kill the man who had done this. Azrael doesnt save, Azrael Avenges. Its all he is here for.

But Jean-Paul was not his programming, he dove for you, the wind racing past his face and burning at his eyes, but he had to catch you. He couldn't lose you. He'd rather die than watch you hit the ground. Every second you fell, the ground got closer and closer but so did he. He thrust his hand outward and craned to grab onto you. The second your outstretched hand was within reach of him, he pulled you into him and jumped into action, shooting his grapnel upwards and latching it onto a gargoyle that jutted out from the side. The second the line went taught a violent jerk signaled the abrupt halt to your fall, nearly yanking you out of his hold. You screams stifled into whimpers at the force.

He caught you. Your shaking body an immediate reminder to you still being alive and breathing, however frightened you may have been. And he knew you were frightened, god, he was too. He could barely hear over how loudly his heart rang in his ears. Had he missed you, instead of reassuring himself that you were safe in his arms, he would be on the street, grasping at your shattered and bloody remains. The image ingrained in his mind at what could have been.

He looked over at the window you were both hanging next to and placed his foot against the glass, steadying his breath for a moment before kicking as hard as he could, angling it for his heel, and shattering the panel. The force of the kick sent you both swinging backward which caused you to cry out, but as you swung back to the now exposed entry into the building, Azrael let go of the gun and you both dropped inside. He twisted and hit the floor of the building on his back with you on his chest. For several moments all that could be heard was the sound of the city streets and your strained breathing overlapping the other. You didn't dare move, your body still petrified with fear. You hadn't even known Jean-Paul was there to catch you. As you were hanging off of the side of the building, your gaze was focused upwards, not wanting to see how far it was you were certainly doomed to fall.

When that man kicked your hands off the sides, you immediately squeezed your eyes shut and didn't open them until under all of the wind screaming in your ears, you heard your name. And as you looked up, what you could have mistook as an angel reaching out for you, silhouetted by the light of the moon, grabbed hold of you. Jean-Paul finally sat up after several moments.

You were alive. It was like a mantra he kept repeating in his head.

You eased out of his arms, his hands still on either side of you, refusing to let go just yet. He didn't say anything, just watching you through the mask. For a moment you were silent as well, having convinced yourself that you were alive after all, and an angel had indeed not carried you off to heaven. But like all, the adrenaline faded from your veins and in its place, cold reality brought you to the present. You had just been thrown off a building.

He tried to kill you. Hot tears built up behind your eyes, a gloss sheening over your vision. Your hands reached up and covered your eyes, as you finally broke, sobbing into them. Jean-Paul quickly wrapped his arms back around you, pulling you into his chest.

"Im here. Youre safe. Youre ok." He repeated into your hair, your cries stabbing across his heart, he never wanted you to be in harms way, he felt as though he had failed you. Had he been there, you never would have been in that situation. Just hours prior, you held Jean-Paul similar to how he held you now and told him goodnight. You locked your down and went to bed, allowing him to take off for the night for patrol. You had done everything you were supposed to. Taken precautions where you needed to. The door was locked, your windows closed, the alarms set. So how did you end up on top of a building with him.

"Lets go." Jean-Paul whispered, wanting to get you as far from the situation as he could. You nodded through your tears, but before you could stand, he picked you with him. Your pajama pants and shoeless feet not providing much protection against the glass that covered the floor.

Jean-Paul called in Bruce as you both made your way down in the elevator, he would have wanted to use his grapnel but moments prior had lost it outside when he threw you both into the window. Besides, you would probably handle it better if you were able to walk out. on your feet and not out the window. Bruce sent out a few of his allies to go after Anarky, giving Azrael time to take you home. Anarky had broken out of Arkham not long before he found his way to your place, how he knew you were connected to him was not something Jean-Paul was sure of. But the thought did not leave him peacefully either. Anarky had come for you because of him. The elevator doors opened, and to your request, he placed you back on the floor.

He got you home quickly, one of the bat's vehicles waiting outside for him. And the second you walked into your apartment and Azrael locked the door behind him, Jean-Paul tore his mask off and threw his arms around you once more. You met him with equal fervor and couldn't help but bury your face in his chest.

"Did he hurt you?" He asked quietly, breathing in your scent to ground himself. He had nearly lost you, forever. What hell the thought was in his mind, a world where he existed and would no longer be able to hold you as he held you now.

"Not badly." You responded. Your voice coming out weaker than you thought it would. God you were still so scared. And he knew it, he knew how scared you were and he felt sick. His stomach churned as the scene kept replaying in his head, but the mental image was twisting into a sick visage of him missing. Of you falling faster than he could grab onto, of your body being decimated the moment it hit the ground, pieces of you scattered, blood everywhere.

And it wouldve been his fault.

"Alley..?" His change in demeanor was noticed. You could feel his arms around you, but that's all. He wasn't here, and it scared you. You knew how deeply ingrained into the system he was, and you knew that the things it told him were never good.

He held you in silence for a moment before pulling away, a mournful expression on his face.

It was his fault. The thought repeated.

He knew where it originated from, he knew it was Azrael trying to punish him for how weak he had become, for being so attached to something so mortal, when he was only ever to made to destroy and slaughter. But he didn't care, for once, It was right. Azrael was not meant to be loved, and no matter how much he would cry about it, he was Azrael just as much as he was your 'Alley'. Your death would have been his fault, blood on his hands he never wanted to feel. You didn't deserve this. You didnt deserve someone like him, you were so beautiful, so talented, so...god you were his everything. And in return, all he offered to you was an ever-present fear of death.

"...alley.." You whispered again, reaching back for him and with a heavy heart he shunned away from you. The action sends pain through you. He had to let you go, he refused his desire to hold onto you again, to tell you he would always be there and you would never worry about anything ever again.

You are to blame .

"Youre not safe..." He choked out, praying, begging for Azrael to take control again instead of just trying to taunt him. He didn't have the strength for this.

But Azrael stayed his hand, forcing Jean-Paul to do it himself. For all the times that it demanded for him to cut her loose, to let her go, threatening it would kill her if he could not release her himself, it did nothing but hiss and whisper.

"I am safe." You said, unsure where he was headed, but with the distance he was creating between the two of you, you could guess.

"Im safe because you were there, Alley."

"No youre.." Shes a target so long as we are here

He looked away from you, "you were in danger, because of me," It was getting so hard to stand still, "You were thrown off of a building because, somehow, he knew how close-"

"No." You swiftly cut him off. There was no way he could be saying this. "No, I didnt die, because you saved me." You reminded.

Jean-Paul's brow furrowed, a grimace forming across his face. You took a step towards him and he threw his hands up, palms spread wide, halting you in your tracks. You wanted to hold him so badly, but he just kept pushing you away.

"Alley-" "Listen to me, Y/n." He said, looking back into your eyes, the agony of his next words weighing on him like death, "I...cant...be here-"

leave. now.

"You need to be here! Not even because of Anarky, because I NEED you to be." You yelled your face twisting into anger, grabbing his hands and dragging them down, opening him back up to you, then continued, "If you want to leave me because of something then fine, I won't fight you." Your eyes started to tear up as you desperately fought to keep the downfall at bay, "If I had done something to-" You choked, the wave of betrayal dragging daggers across your heart. This wasn't happening.

He rose one of his hands to your face quickly, stepping back towards you, the other hand still grabbing onto your much smaller one tightly.

"Its not you- its never been you. God you're my- you mean so much to me." You leaned your head into his hand, the tears spilling over calling your anger out to be nothing but agony, "its because of that" he emphasized the emotion building, "because you're so special, that I cant lose you. Id- god theres nothing I can say to tell you how broken I would be if anything happened to you." He tried, he really did, but he was helpless against your tears, his own slipping free.

"Jean-Paul please, you cant do this. I cant do this, I-" "Theres no other choice."

"There is! You can stay!" You rebutted, pulling his hand off your face. Your grip tight as you shook your head, "It does not end like this Jean-Paul, you are not-" You have to. Azrael's words grew louder.

"I have to!" "No! You do NOT." He jerked his hand from your grasp, turning away from you in rapid succession.

The longer you stay, the worse it gets.

"Alley!" You began to yell, unaware of the growing choir in his skull.

I think and YOU listen. Now LEAVE

He was making the right decision.

"Im trying to keep you safe, Y/n, if I stay, they'll just keep coming back!" He shouted, voice cracking under his pent-up emotions.

"Leaving takes the target off of your back!" He stepped towards you, causing you to step back, your anger surfacing on your face again, "We were lucky that he just threw you off a building, as dark as that is. What if someone comes in and just shoots you dead!?" His hands flew to your arms, crouching to your height and looking you in the eyes, his own stained from the tears he let fall. "I can't... I would follow you into the fires of hell, but I can't protect you there. So let me protect you here."

You kept scowling, but yet again, your tears betrayed the anger you tried so hard to display.

"They know who I am anyway, Alley, they know. And they won't stop chasing me just because you don't come by my apartment anymore. Just- just wait." You begged, putting all you had left, everything, into your plea.

LEAVE. Jean's hand flew to his face, a bright pain beginning to ring out from the cacophony of Azrael's chants and demands to leave. His voice repeating, over and over.

Every emotion in you flared, every other sense trained on him and all you could do was try to keep it together as much as you could. You reached for his face, swiping his hand away and holding him, and this time he didn't pull away.

He grit his teeth and cast his gaze away from you.

"Dont leave. Stay, please god stay." You pleaded with him, carving your words into his heart, "I knew the dangers of being with a Vigilante. I knew the dangers of allowing myself to even get near one." Any composure you had gained was crumbling by each word, "You guys have enemies upon enemies, and I knew this. I signed up for this. You said you would follow me, so follow me. Stay with me. Don't-" nothing else could come out, your throat constricted with so much emotion. You wanted to wail and scream.

Leave, now. You are not this womans dog.

"...dont go."

His gaze held firmly on the ground, jaw hurting from how tightly he was squeezing it shut. He needed to leave. He needed to let you live a normal life. Your hands on his face breaking away at his already fragile resolve. And slowly, his eyes closed and he began to weep. He had never cried this much in his life, the very action being condemned by his father. But you were so tender, so sure that you wanted him near you despite him being the reason you nearly died. That's not what partners do, they dont condemn you to death, they are to uplift and love. You threw yourself onto him, your own tears weeping freely.

Do not cave!.

Azrael roared but to no avail. Jean-Paul had cracked.

You were all he lived for, you were what gave him purpose. He wrapped his arms around you once more and held you for dear life.

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Did I write this because I was hungry and my hunger was my own form of suffering, so I made Jean-Paul suffer? Yes.

Was I planning on him leaving? Yes.

Did I eat, feel better, and then decide that Jean-Paul doesn't have to suffer anymore because my own suffering had ended? Yes.

Also, hope it was pretty clear that Azrael is the red text as I personally like to make a pretty clear distinction between the two, treating it like two people in the same body

[dumpster-lizard]

Spoilers for ToTK endgame in which i rant about a VaaGan idea ive been brewing

There were few people in hyrule who *didnt* see the demon dragon rise from the castle, and even less who didnt witness the battle between The Demon Dragon, the Light Dragon, and the hero.

No one missed the blinding explosion when the Demon Dragon was finally slain.

But with the spectacle around the Light Dragon that followed, few saw the form that fell from the explosion.

Vaati was among that few.

What followed was purely instinct. A transformation, a rapid dive to catch the man before he met a grisly end on the earth below.

Ganondorf is in poor condition- it becomes abundantly clear that he was on the verge of death when he first transformed- and wouldnt be able to take much more now. Teleporting or even jostling him too much is out of the question.

Vaati resoves to take advantage of the nearest cave. Creating an illusion to make it look like a collapse, he crams a hearty elixir down Ganondorf's throat before setting him down on the cave floor.

It gives him Vaati time to reflect. He hadnt seen this man in ages. Not after he abandoned him when his quest was not only to destroy Hyrule, but to recreate it in his own image. When it became clear that Ganondorf's goals aligned more with Rauru's than his own.

So much time had passed. He had learned to live in a Hyrule rued by the royal family again. He had seen its highs and lows. Its golden age with the Sheikah and the first defeat of the Calamity' and the subsequent dark ages following the betrayal of the Sheikah. It took some getting used to when the Calamity actually successfully destroyed the royal family.

Vaati had long since gotten what he wanted. And that was threatened again with the UpHeaval. With Ganondorf's return. And now this man lay barely alive by his side. Mortal once more.

Given a second chance, Vaati knew he would do it all over again. But, he also knew such a chance would likely not come to pass. Ganondorf was weaker now than he was before obtaining the stone- in fact he was likely at a fraction of even that strength.

The mage knew he had nothing to gain or benefit from harbouring him. So why was he doubing down?