#c: icarus rising

[luvtak]

corona borealis, lfx

✧ genre/tw rambly soul-crushing fluff, one sweet kiss!!, lovely as a pet-name, felix being an undeniably sweet bf like always and hearing a bedtime story <3 , largely unedited.

✧ w/c 952 <3

✧ a/n definitely not brought on by asea felix are you kidding... he's so lovely i just had to dawdle on about it somewhere so here you go! also, the thought of telling lix a bedtime story makes me wanna cry i hope i'm not alone. mwah!!

His arm is hot around you, keeping you safe from the scary silhouettes the shadows bring, and the night is breathing. A group of you had come to this little campground for a night away from the city lights, and while the two of you are alone you can still hear the rest of the boy’s nighttime sounds mixing in with crickets and critters. 

Your boyfriend stands beside you, listening intently as you tell him stories of the stars. Usually, these tales come from the comfort of your bed–rustling under covers and speaking into his mouth, sharing breath and love until you fall asleep, tracing false shapes in the plastic stars adorning your ceiling. But tonight, under the cover of a too cold darkness you tell him his bedtime stories beneath the sky. 

His face is tilted up, looking to see where your fingers are pointing, and the soft glint in his midnight eyes makes you pause. You’ve never known someone who looked so alive, someone with a sun for a soul. Felix has the brightest smile you’ve ever seen, alight with joy and senseless mischief–eyes wide with wonder at the constellations rising above him. 

Looking at him is dizzying; that feeling when you put your arms out and spin so fast you fall, a carousel going so round and round. You feel like flying, rising up like the moment Icarus’ wings took him up and away. 

Sometimes you wonder if it’s normal to feel like this… if everyone in love feels as though they are the creator, the inventor of such depraved desire and compassion for another. Surely, you must be the first–no one else had felt Felix’s fingertips on their skin or his lips sweetly drinking them in. How could someone say they’ve encountered a deeper love than this when your sweetheart is the embodiment of love, Venus as a boy. 

He turns to you in your moment of hesitation, smiling at you with all the care in the world. He loves you endlessly, burns for you and the soft caress of your affection. You can tell he doesn’t know why you stopped speaking, but he’s happy just the same–sharing your space and time, living in this moment with you. He remembers the first time you told him a story, speaking the words softly, he thinks he fell in love right there. 

“What’s that one?” he asks, catching your still raised hand in his own. 

“Oh, it's a crown, see?” you can see his eyes tracing the points, finding the shape that connects the points together. “It’s Ariadne’s wedding tiara, she was a princess of Crete who helped Theseus slay her brother the Minotaur Asterion. After they escaped the labyrinth, the prince left her on the Island of Naxos where she was found by Dionysus,” 

“He left her there?!” he gasps, your sweet boy forever confused by ill intentions, even in a story. 

“Yeah, he’s so lame, right? Anyway, after the God finds her on his island they fall in love and eventually marry… the crown was her wedding present, and after she died Dionysus flung it into the sky to honor her.”

Felix is quiet for a long time after this, inhaling the story with all the deference you deserve. After every narrative he takes his time to think about how he feels about it: the first time you finished a movie with him and he was quiet for fifteen minutes before he told you he liked it, he is like that now. Quietly staring at the sky, not ignoring you for his hand still made its path up and down your arm and you know if you called his name he’d answer, but you don’t want to interrupt his silent seeking. 

His life is noisy, spirited, and wonderful in all the ways a beautiful boy like him creates, your infatuation came in chaos–in mindless chatter and kitchen counter dance parties, but you fell in love in silence. In the moments when the world was quiet and all you could hear was his heartbeat, the drawling intake of his lungs filling and releasing. You adore his voice, but just existing with him, sharing the same air would be lovely enough for a lifetime. 

Finally, after minutes of staring ahead, he speaks–softly but with no less intensity, 

“If something were to happen to you I would make you into a constellation.” 

His eyes, bright with longing stare into yours, and you know he’s not being funny. He means it with all of him, means it with every atom of his being. 

Shocked and in love with him you laugh, bursting with fondness never hidden. “I love you too,” you say, for you know that's what he means. A love that spills from his veins whenever he thinks of you, so massive and consuming that the words aren’t enough. “I’d make a constellation for you too, it’d be the prettiest one in the whole sky.” 

When he moves closer to you, you can feel the smile radiating on his shadowed face–sweeping his grin over the plane of your cheekbones. Scorching your skin where his lips touch, a traveling forest fire of kisses. When his journey ends, sliding his mouth over yours the flames grow, getting taller and taller as his caress goes deeper. 

The night is chilly, but there is no need for a coat when his arms are around you–sweeping you into his embrace with only the stars to watch. 

“Lets go to bed, lovely” he muttered, breathing through open-mouthed kisses and shared smiles. Leading you to where your tent lies, to where stories and sleep await you–love and life and dreams filled with him, your constellation of a boy. 

© LUVTAK 2024

[sminny-wew]

Icarus rising

Nothing will stop him

So fly high, to the light

Me n Dune were talkin a while back about Bass and he came up with a rough concept for a form for him inspired by future bass that was shoujo as hell and I finally got around to drawing it

Bonus b/c even Cyberworld gods of destruction have loved ones:

[every-character-ever-poll]

WEEK ONE ENTRIES

Thank you all for your entries so far! Here is our current lineup, in chronological order of submission, along with their fandoms (according to the submitter). I have placed it under a cut, as the list is... much longer that I thought it would be when bulleted.

The polls will begin being posted on Sunday the 16th of July, and be regularly scheduled after that until this week's group has finished. "Weeks" will start on Sunday because that's the day my laptop calendar considers the beginning of the week.

Elias Bouchard - The Magnus Archives Podcast

Barren from the Baronies - Fantasy High (Dimension 20)

Philza Minecraft - The Dream SMP/Quackity SMP/Origins SMP

Jo Chastain - In Her Skin

Kaidou Shun - The Disasterous Life of Saiki K.

Jill Valentine - The Resident Evil game series

Edward Teach - Our Flag Means Death

Stede Bonnet - Our Flag Means Death

Karkat Vantas - Homestuck

Dave Strider - Homestuck

Donatello - Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (specifically, Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

Susie - Deltarune

Koichi Haimawari - MHA Vigilantes

Dark Pit - Kid Icarus Uprising

My Melody - Sanrio

Alfur - Hilda

Kass - Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild

Labrys - Persona 4 (specifically, Persona 4 Arena)

Rinzler - Tron

Mitzi Mozzarella - The Rock-Afire Explosion (Showbiz Pizza Place)

Corvo Attano - Dishonoured

Kevin - SynthV

The Outsider - Dishonoured as well

Miyamoto Usagi - Usagi Yojimbo

Tomoe Ame - Usagi Yojimbo

Cassandra - Tangled: The Series

Shu Kurenai - Beyblade Burst

Stanford Pines - Gravity Falls

Vinnie Dakota - Milo Murphy's Law

C!Wilbur - The Dream SMP

Adam - Hunt Down the Freeman

Ukiyo Ace/Kamen Rider Geats - Kamen Rider Geats

Eremiel - Beyond the End

C!slimecicle - The Dream SMP

Tubbo_ - The Dream SMP

Hong Lu - Limbus Company

Joe Hills - Hermitcraft

Haruto Keats - 86

Lynnette Tarkington - The Final Girl Support Group

Dana Scully - The X-Files

Lalnable Hector - Yogscast Minecraft RP

Natural Harmonia Gropius - Pokémon: Black and White

Eric "Cat" Chant - Chrestomanci

Red - Pokémon

Alice - Alice

Evil Magician Trent - Xanth

Tannim - SERRAted Edge

Killashandra Ree - Crystal Singer

Kim Dokja - Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

Ed'Rashtekaresket - Young Wizards

Shana - Elvenbane/Halfblood Chronicles

Sayaka Miki - Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Kirio Ami - Welcome to Demon School, Iruma!

Accelerator - A Certain Magical Index

Chara - Undertale

Shadow the Hedgehog - Sonic the Hedgehog franchise

Moon Knight - Marvel Comics

Scaramouche (Wanderer) - Genshin Impact

Donato Porpora - Tokyo Ghoul

Solf J Kimblee - Fullmetal Alchemist

Ness - Earthbound

Kelsier - Mistborn

Nayc - The Smile Alchemist

Raoden - Elantris

Honjo Rika - Tenkuu Shinpan

Juo - Tenkuu Shinpan

Arkady Patel - The Strange Case of Starship Iris

Bain - PAYDAY: The Heist and PAYDAY: 2

The Fool/Beloved - Realm of the Elderlings

GLaDOS - Portal series

The Knight/Ghost - Hollow Knight

The Hollow Knight - Hollow Knight

Hornet - Hollow Knight

Xion - Kingdom Hearts

Dennis Reynolds - It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Zara - Disney Princess Enchanted Journey

Alistair Ash - Fantasy High (Dimension 20)

Phone Guy - Five Nights at Freddy’s

Anna Kwemto - Five Nights at Freddy AR: Special Delivery

Cure Lovely - Happiness Charge Precure

Kaz "Dirtyhands" Brekker - Six of Crows

Fubuki Clockford - Master Detectives Archive: RAIN CODE

Oliver Beebo - Detective Beebo

Leafy - Battle for Dream Island

[bagheerita]

B, C, K, N, P, S ❤️️

Ooooh... I really had to think about some of these.

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

I feel like often I haven't considered a pairing until I read a fic that does it really well or that gives me a premise I can get behind, but the only time someone, as in another person specifically talking to me, changed my mind was when a friend from one fandom suggested I might enjoy a fic from a different fandom we were both in… so I read an FMA Ed/Roy mpreg fic that I would not have otherwise given the time of day to… and I really enjoyed it ngl. 

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Sesshomaru/Kagome from the Inuyasha fandom. I do not understand why this pairing was so popular. If you want to hook Sesshomaru up with a human woman, Sango is standing right there ffs, she is such a better choice, lmao. I don't really get Reylo either, and there are plenty of other het ships that just make me scratch my head.

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

Wesley Wyndam-Price from Buffy/Angel. I love this man, and I love his development from someone who has no idea what the fuck is actually going on, to developing both physical and interpersonal competence, to finding a real family, to losing it through accidentally following some bad advice and betraying everyone, to finding love, to losing everything. His devotion to Fred makes a primordial, demonic, god-being care enough to help the protagonists fight an overwhelming army. I mean come on. This might be the one character I really did not mind at all that Whedon killed, because I felt like he had done everything and achieved everything he could possibly achieve and there was nowhere else for him to go. Perfection💔don't tell me anything about the comics i don't care

N - Name three things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice).

For the fandom of Stargate in general… 

More alien headcanons!! There are some really great people writing some fantastic fics for the Wraith, so I'm going to complain specifically about how I want more fics and HC for the Nakai and Ursini in SGU. Also the Reol from SG1 ("The Fifth Man”) have SUCH potential, I want to see more of them!! 

I would love to see more SGU people in SGA plots, if that makes sense. (I have a fic where Sheppard gets booted as military Commander, and I'm thinking of replacing him with Telford. 🤔)

more crossover ideas in general, within the Stargate brand. What if Vala and Cam came to visit Atlantis while Sam was there?  What if the whole gateing-through-the-sun-time-warp thing sent Rush to Pegasus instead and he ran into Todd? What if “Rising” was actually “Solitudes” and Sheppard and O'Neill are the ones trapped under a bunch of ice when their chopper puts down unexpectedly to dodge the drone?  (I just think it would be neat.🙂) 

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).

The last question had a 3 in it so my brain stuck on that track and I came up with 3 SGU AUs I'd like to see

The Lucian Alliance doesn't attack as they're dialing Destiny in ep 1 and even though they have to evacuate bc the planet's about to explode, everyone who doesn't want to go through the gate can beam up to Carter’s ship and evac to Earth. So it's a tense situation but there's enough time and focus that Telford and O'Neill get to send the “right people team" that they wanted to send. I wonder who that was? Presumably this team was already on Icarus base, it just contained fewer civilians. I'd like to see them not do any better, or mess up in different ways. 

Everything happens the same, but Camille is more assertive sooner and gets Young and Rush to stop being such dicks to each other, and everyone has a more mentally healthy experience.

When I first read the title of the s1 finale “Incursion,” I thought it was going to be about the Nakai returning. So, an AU where that happens, OR both the Nakai and the Lucian Alliance show up to invade Destiny on the same day and everything is chaos ❤️

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

Wow, I really don't know if I can answer this… I feel like everything I think about the characters is my headcanon to an extent? And what I canon in my head changes for every fic. I think I HC the Wraith as being a lot more into casual touch than they are shown in canon, that just jumps to mind. (But like, there's not much to them, socially, in canon, so it's really all hc, and I don't think I can list all the backstory/society I've made up for them across several fics.) Narrow the question down a bit and I can maybe do better.😂

Thanks for the ask! 💖

Ask game!

[perfectlysensiblenonsense]

Thank you @whovienne for the tag!! 🥰 I'm usually terrible at remembering to complete these things, but I love an opportunity to recommend my favorite music, so here we are 🎶

Rules: Pick a song for each letter of your url and tag that many people.

P - Party Tattoos (dodie)

E - Everyday (Noah Reid)

R - Resilient (Rising Appalachia)

F - For the Time Being (Sammy Rae & The Friends)

E - Ends of the Earth (Lord Huron)

C - Closer to Fine (Indigo Girls)

T - Take Me to Church (Hozier)

L - Looking Out (Brandi Carlile)

Y - You're My Home (Joshua Radin)

S - sunday (Joy Oladokun)

E - Everyday (Buddy Holly, The Crickets)

N - No Plans (Jason Mraz)

S - Stick Season (Noah Kahan)

I - Icarus (the Staves)

B - Better Days (Birdtalker)

L - Lemon Drop (Raynes)

E - Every Time I Hear That Song (Brandi Carlile)

N - no body, no crime (Taylor Swift, HAIM)

O - Old Gods (Emily Scott Robinson)

N - No Sleep (Caamp)

S - Sedona (Houndmouth)

E - Everybody Breaks (Ivan & Alyosha)

N - Never Grow Up (Taylor Swift)

S - Sleep on the Floor (the Lumineers)

E - Everybody (Ingrid Michealson)

Definitely not gonna be able to tag 25 people though 😅 Tagging some mutuals (no pressure to participate), and if you aren't tagged but want to join in, consider yourself tagged!

@wilder-thyme @lunarlorian @forestofsprites @thebadasshistorian @kierincredible @mikimeiko @meabeck @little-orcs-hurrarrumm

[heartslogos]

mafia!verse - the red hood

Everyone jokes that the Red Hood is the laziest monicker, that Jason Todd just picked it up and ran with it because he couldn’t think of anything else. Or couldn’t get anything else to stick.

It lacks the poetry of the Nightwing. Or the simple terror of the Bat. It’s missing a certain theatrical flare like that of the Prince or the Oracle.

However, as much as everyone pokes fun of the Red Hood’s title, there is an undeniable truth to it. Calling the Red Hood the Red Hood is equivalent to saying a gun is a gun, a monster is a monster, and a killer is a killer. You can’t look at the Red Hood after hearing the name and think you’ve gotten the wrong man.

The fact of the matter is, unless you are of the Wayne family itself, then the only reason you’d have to laugh at the name is because you’d be using that laughter to disguise the disquiet in your stomach; the crawling, creeping dread; the acidic churning that makes your skin pimple and your hair stick to you with sweat; the cold clamminess of your hands and the shortness of your breath.

The fact of the matter is this —

The Red Hood got the name because he wears a red zip up hooded jacket underneath his leather riding jacket, and a red motorcycle helmet.

The fact of the matter is this —

The Red Hood used to have a different jacket and a different helmet. But the man got annoyed with having to walk around with visible stains of the jacket, so he switched to using red ones. The man got so irritated by having to chip away at the dried blood on his helmet and having the blood leave residue that he switched to a red one.

The fact of the matter is this —

The Red Hood likes his fights to be conducted in person, where no one can doubt or mistranslate his intention. The Red Hood wields fist, knife, knuckle, and every sort of instrument in between like a prophet about to deliver divine scripture: with utmost certainty, pride, and giddy reverence.

Joke about the monicker all you want. At the end of the day it remains indisputable that the monicker is one earned out of simple, plain fact stemming from visible, tangible, recordable truth. His monicker is not poetry about his gait and his countenance, it isn’t a title meant to psyche you out, and it isn’t a title made to paint some grander image.

It’s just a truth.

The Red Hood, tonight, paces the length and breadth of the open spaces between packing containers leaving bloody boot tracks as his clean up crew searches the place top to bottom for any last survivor, any piece of evidence, anything for their boss to get his teeth into.

Shannteel glances up from her phone, hesitating before clearing her throat in the near dead quiet.

The Red Hood doesn’t stop pacing. “What.”

“Richard Grayson was spotted entering the Iceberg lounge. It’s probably the Lucky Hand,” she says as the Red Hood adjusts his gloves, swiping blood off of the enforced knuckles.

“Fuck,” Hood spits, “Fine. Let Dickie bird have’m. I want the main players, not the cowardly shits who sat back and watched. If you’re going to betray the Wayne family you’d better go in swinging and not waiting for death. You make a choice you hold to it and commit, none of that indecisive shit. What else?”

“We’ve got a lock on the Sprang — “

“Don’t care about the Sprang,” Hood snaps, “Grayson can have’m too. We already told the Sprang what’s up.”

“But that was before — “

“Shannteel.” The Red Hood stops pacing, turning his body to face her. “Before today I’d already gone to personally tell the Sprang where to shove it if they didn’t get their shit in line. I like to think I was very, very clear about that. And they still had the guts to let this happen today on their turf. You think I’m going to go back there? No. I already told them off. I don’t do encore performances or second chances. If I go there I’m wiping them out.” Hood snarls under his breath. “No. If Dick doesn’t pick them up then the old man will. The Sprang are still useful. I’m not dealing with them. What else?”

“Carlisle’s gone to ground, but we’ve found where he’s hidden his family.”

Hood is still in contemplation.

“I don’t like going after family,” he says slowly. “If you’re gonna go after someone you go after them. Not their kids or their spouse or the dog or whatever.”

Shannteel waits.

“But. They went after my family.”

“They did.”

“I don’t like making exceptions to my rules.”

“I know, sir.”

“But god damn if this wasn’t the one to make — no. Let Damian hunt that dog. He’s better at that sort of hostage shit. Who else?”

Shannteel hesitates.

“Who. Else.”

“Sullivan,” Shannteel says, “But they’ve run back to the Falcones.”

Hood yells to the ceiling. “The Falcones are in on this shit? Are you kidding? How many times do they have to get their faces ground into the dirt before they get a goddamn clue? Alright. Fine. Saddle up. We’re paying Mario a fuckin’ midnight visit.”

Shannteel whistles, sharp and high, and gestures at everyone to pack up. She pulls Jin aside.

“Take charge of about ten cleaners,” she tells the man, “And pull in ten enforcers. Finish handling this place and be ready to come to the next.”

Jin raises an eyebrow. “Falcone?”

“We’ll see. I don’t think the Falcone are going to actually back the Sullivans after this. Mario’s barely hanging on as it is. This might be his chance to lose some deadweight.” Shannteel shrugs. “Keep me updated if you find anything.”

Jin nods, eyes flicking back to the Red Hood as the man strides across the warehouse towards where he’d left his motorcycle.

“Same to you. Good luck.”

Shannteel nods, hurrying to follow after their boss, quickly sliding her own helmet back on and securing it.

By the time she’s on her own bike the Hood is revving the engine on his, impatient and full of energy. She’s barely got hers started and he’s already peeling off into the night.

Shannteel watches him for a moment and turns up towards the dark orange and black sky. It’s going to be a long, long night.

[apollos-boyfriend]

me when the 5 other c!michael fans like my posts: this is great. i’m going to get a good grade in tumblr, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve,

[noctiferous-fr]

Disabled Dragon Share

Talking about Marrow made me want to share more disabled dragons! Please feel free to reblog and add your own, I’d love to see more of them and their stories <3

Icarus was born with messed up wings, so he can’t really fly. He’s become an inventor that specializes in assistive devices - mostly prosthetics given the technological capabilities of Sornieth. All of his inventions are free to those who need it, and he’s financially supported both by selling other technologies and by the rulers of Sylvhurst and his Family. 

Telum works as a Gunner on The Grey Lady ( a pirate ship ). Before working there, he worked for the Admiralty and had an accident which took his arms. Because of his injury the Admiralty terminated his employment, but Telum was determined to go back out at sea. He found a spot at his current position and with his pay and his Captain’s support is able to keep his prosthetics working and upgraded every so often. He also has a bit of hearing loss due to his work but isn’t entirely deaf. 

[celestial-zz]

hiii! i was wondering if i could request a hybridtechno + dreamxd fic w some dacryphilia, size kink and tummy bulge? i adore your writing and hope you’re having a wonderful day/night <3

Godly Urges

Pairing: c!Technoblade x afab!Reader x Dream XD

Warning: nsfw 18+ (Minors dni), stomach bulge, dacryphilia (crying), size kink, overstimulation, double penetration

Summary: Sometimes even Gods have human urges, and you just happen to have crossed a boundary you shouldn't have

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    Centuries had passed since the creation of the universe. In those centuries the gods of the server have watched humanity rise and fall, watched as they tore each other apart in their petty wars and watched as peace settled in the lands. Some gods enjoyed the chaos, like Dream XD.

He thrived off the feeling of rage and bloodlust that erupted within the battlefield, feeding into humanities petty urges to create more chaos. Philza on the other hand detested the way humans ripped each other apart. He'd rather see them grow and flourish than see them kill one another within the battle field.

As I'm sure you can tell, those two didn't get along very well.

But then there's Technoblade, a name feared among men, but not for the same reason as XD's. Technoblade loved the petty wars that humans participated in, he lived for the feeling of blood across the grass. But he also had his favourites. Theseus, Icarus, Atlanta. He found curiosity in the way that these fragile beings would react to certain aspects of life.

And so the three gods coexisted together, messing and fixing humanity everywhere they went. They were once worshiped and feared, but as time elapsed, humanity began to doubt them and ignore their existence. No amount of horrid storms and curses from XD could change this, so ever so slowly the gods were outcaste. Some, like Philza, took to hiding himself within the humans, while others moved to a life of seclusion.

Despite their existence being nothing but a mere myth in the minds of humanity now, you had always been curious about those legends. Your father was a story teller, so from a young age you had been thrusted into this possible world ruled by beings more powerful than yourself. You had researched as much as you could, questioning anyone who would hear you out. Some may call it obsessive, but you called it curiosity.

That's what brought you here, to the forest. It was the oldest forest within the server, trees towering high within the sky, creating a beautiful shady setting. Everyone else avoided it, stating that it always felt too dark and dangerous to enter, but here you were.

Glancing around the clearing once more, you took a deep breath and began to walk towards the trees, entering the forest. It was eerily quiet, so much so that you could hear your own heartbeat above the sound of the ground beneath your feet. Unsure of where you were headed, you wandered around the forest, taking in everything you could until the sound of someone speaking made you freeze.

"Fuck me! Could you be any more boring?" A voice sneered from the distance, greeted by a different, more monotone one.

"Probably. Do you want me to try?" Footsteps could be heard moving slightly as you began to careful walk towards the sound.

"Shut up Techno. Gods I just wish things were more interesting. Even with my disciple, this server is so god damn boring. I haven't had a good fuck in ages, there's no wars to quench my thirst! It's so plain!" Stopping by a line of trees, you peaked between them and watched as a blonde figure threw his hands in the air. He had 2 crisscross halos above his head and a large pair of wings behind his back.

The other one, who was kneeling beside a healthy garden, raised an eyebrow at the man. "I didn't need to hear that first part."

The angelic god, or what you guessed to be a god, scoffed, "please, dont act like you wouldn't do anything for another war as well. All that blood coating your fur, the women lining up at your door, eager to present their bodies for you to ravage. The way they moa-"

A hot flush crept up onto your cheeks as the pink haired man stood up, "Enough." The masked one seemingly smirked.

"See, your all pent up as well. Don't pretend like the walls of the house are solid steel Techno. Sound still travels."

The piglin-like man rolled his eyes, "neither should you XD. After all, one of us is louder than the other." Glancing down for a quick second, heat crashed over you as you spotted a sizable bulge peaking from within the piglins trousers. "Luckily for you, I believe we have a guest."

His words almost didn't register within your mind. It was only once you were pulled from the tree line that you realized you had been caught. The boarish man held your shoulder tightly as the man deamed XD tsked. "My my, what do we have here?"

You gulped, both in fear and nervousness. Standing there in front of you were the men - nee gods- you had worshiped all your life. They were were obviously well built and taken care of, the thought of their previous conversation making you blush once more.

"Say, what's your name kid?" Technoblade asked, well more so ordered, as his eyes scanned across your body.

"(Name)." You squeaked out, watching as the smile painted on XDs face seemed to widen.

"Seems like fate took pity on us Tech." The piglin said nothing, allowing the green clothed man to circle you like a beast circles their prey. "Bet she enjoyed hearing our conversion. About how young sluts like her used to fall at our feet, begging for us to take them." Your stomach fluttered slightly as the Angel's hand brushed against your collar bone. "She sure is a beauty."

Techno stepped closer to you, his powerful stance enough to almost make your knees buckle. "Is that why you're here kid? Do you want to know what it feels like to be touched by a god?" He didn't touch you, but with the close proximity you could feel his already straining hard on brush against your hip.

A rational part of you wanted to say no, to back away and run while you hoped they wouldn't chase you. But a bigger part of you stayed, breath hitching as XD traced his hands over your clothed hips. "Please..." you whispered once more, making XD smirk.

"You heard her Tech." Cold lips brushed against the back of your neck as XD stood behind you, his own cock brushing against your ass. "God it's been too long since I've had a good fuck."

You let the two men surround your body, towing over you as they placed kisses against your body, slowly stripping you of your clothes. It felt like a scene out of a movie, their hands trailing across your now naked body as they stood above you.

Your heart skipped a beat as Techno took your nipple into his mouth, a moan escaping you as he massaged the other. All while XD sucked and bit at the skin around your neck, his fingers getting dangerously close to your folds. As the pink haired god switched breasts, a loud gasp escaped your lips, XDs long fingers entering your slick entrance.

"You like that? Gods you're so wet." His voice had fallen an octave, wings gently brushing against your back as he thrusted and scissored his fingers within you. Your breathing now came out in low gasps as you moaned, the two feelings creating an unusual pressure within you.

You felt Technos tusks brush up against your clit as he moved down your body. "She's such a pretty little human, isn't she?" XD praised, watching your body squirm under their touch. Technoblade only huffed, licking a large stripe up the front of your entrance as XD thrusted his fingers in and out.

"Please." You begged slightly, body hot and bothered. "Please I... I-" the words died in your throat as the gods paused their actions, glowing eyes staring at you.

"What darling? Do you need more?" XD asked as Technoblade blew against your bothered bud. Weakly you nodded, embarrassed by your own desires.

"Please, I need you both."

"Fuck..." XD whispered, his wings fluffing behind him. If he had his way, he would have taken you right then and there, but Technoblade was quicker than him, picking you up and carrying you towards their house. "Hey!"

The piglin hybrid glanced back at the clearly frustrated God. "We don't want to break her XD. Get in the house." Within no time you had been thrown onto one of their beds, which one you weren't sure.

You watched as the gods before you stripped out of their own clothes, their large bodies towered over you as they did so, prompting you to rub your thighs together, praying for any friction. "Look at her, so needy." XD teased, watching as your eyes widened at the sight of his length.

Granted they were both super tall, what did you expect? They were huge, their cocks pulsating from years of frustration, precum already dripping from them. XD was certainly longer than Techno, while the piglin god was thicker than the winged one. You felt slightly nervous now that you saw them both, praying they didn't split you in half.

XD wasted no time as he climbed above you, his glowing mask cast in shadows as he hovered, his wings spread out like an angel. Technoblade was quick to push him out of the way though, causing the god to growl. "What the fuck!" The piglins blank face didn't even twitch.

"I'll break her if I use her ass first. We'll switch halfway through." XD growled, clearly against the idea, but he didn't say anything as Technoblade stuffed two of his own fingers into your hole unexpectedly.

Gasping, your back arched, allowing the piglin hybrid to pick you up easily, his digits still thrusting in and out of you as XD got into position. You could feel as his calloused hands touched every inch of your being, edging out moans and whimpers already.

"Are you ready?" Technoblade asked sitting you down onto XD as the man behind you jerked his dick in preparation. Slowly you nodded, making him shake his head. "Speak."

An odd wave of arousal washed over you at his tone. "Yes." You whispered. XD wasted no time, picking you up again and spreading your back end. The tip of his cock teased at your ass entrance, slipping in ever so slowly as he grunted. "Holy shit..."

Pain filled your body for a moment as he continued to press deeper and deeper within you. "Shh..." he quieted your cries, licking the few tears that escaped your eyes off your cheeks. Once you were as far as you could go, XD paused, allowing Technoblade to tower over you and capture your lips with his own.

In no time, the mans own cock had pushed passed your entrance, a low growl escaping his lips at the feeling of you engulfing him. XD was the first to move, too impatient to wait any longer as he began thrusting his hips upwards at a steady pace. "O-Oh fuck! Fuck you're tight." He growled out, technoblade moving at the same pace as pleasure engulfed you.

The feeling of the two of them inside you was indescribable. Moans and whimpers escaped your lips like prays as the two of them moved in sync. Deep grunts echoed from both of the gods as they ravaged your body. "Fuck you're so tight. You like that huh?" XD jutted his hips up, making you gasp as he bit down on your collarbone.

Technoblade growled territorially as he too picked up his pace, grunting slightly as his tusks bit at the other side of your neck. "Fuck... amazing..." his own words came out as more of a grunt, his hips slamming into yours over and over again.

Pleasure encased your body as he hit that one spot deep inside of you. It was the best feeling you had ever felt. "Te-Tech...no..." you moaned out, watching as your stomach bulged upwards with each thrust. The sight alone was enough to almost make you cum.

Finally taking note of it as well, Technoblade was quick to put one of your hands over the bulge, watching as it disappeared and reappeared over an over again. "You like that?" He growled out, "feeling me so fucking deep inside you?" You weakly nodded as XD gripped your chin, pulling you into a messy kiss.

"I-I'm gonna-" you stuttered over the deafening sound of your juices squelching inside you, the two gods groaning as they felt you begin to tighten. "I-"

"You gonna cum?" XD asked as he picked up pace, chasing his own high. Technoblade did the same, the feeling of your wet muscles tighten around him sending him into over drive. You moaned over and over again as the pressure built up more and more until one final thrust from the both of them sent your orgasm over the edge.

Your nails dig into Technos back as he pulled out, hot sticky cum coating your back and stomach. Your legs shook as wave after wave crashed over you, making tears spring to your eyes.

Before you could even relax or mutter a word, the two gods had switch places, pushing into your over sensitive hole. XD didn't even pause for a second, hips thrusting almost at an inhumane pace as he chased his second high.

Technoblade was a little more careful, his cock even more swollen from before as he stretched you out before he entered. Despite that, you were already gasping and whimpering loudly. Everything felt like it was on fire, burning in a way that only brought you more pleasure. Tears seeped from your eyes due to the overstimulation, prompting the angelic god to go faster and faster.

Your brain felt hazy as the two of them used your body, eliciting moans and screams of ecstasy from you as they did so. Your hand fell weakly onto your stomach, feeling as the tip of XDs cock poked out from within you, causing the god to hiss. "Fuck I'm close." He grunted, extracting a cry from you and a snort from Techno as the two of them quickened their pace.

Tears now freely flowed from your eyes, only for Technoblade to lick them up as his hands left indents on your hips. Pressure began to build once again, peaking just as the two gods slammed their cocks into you on sync. A loud cry escaped your raw throat, making the hybrid behind you release as well, his cock swelling as more and more flowed out of him and into you.

"Fuck, fuck-" XD growled out, hips stuttering as he too neared his high, the over bearing stimulation and friction making Technos cock twitch and release more and more cum. Finally, with one last slam of his hips, XD released, hot liquid creating a feeling you had never felt before as he rode out his high. You felt so full, both gods having kept their cocks inside you as the three of you collapsed on the bed.

"Holy shit." XD muttered. "That was the best fuck I've had in a century."

Technoblade nodded, burrowing his snout into your neck as he pressed gentle kisses across the harsh bite marks. "Such a good little human." Exhaustion overpowered your will to speak, only allowing you sto snuggle back onto the warm chest of the piglin hybrid as XDs wings engulfed you.

"So, can we keep them?" The masked god asked, chuckling weakly as Techno glared, making you roll your eyes weakly as the three of you settled down into a sleep.

[ghostsy]

Wax Wings in the Moonlight

WARNINGS: yandere, stalking, kidnapping, possessiveness, mentions of abuse, slight misogyny, delusion, nsfw, noncon

read at your own discretion.

yandere ! HAWKS X READER

Icarus was an idiot.

A boy with wax wings who loved the Sun so much, he let it burst him to flames. He also resented the constant comparison. He wasn’t a boy with wax wings; his feathers were sharp and crimson, cut like knives, and drew blood at the slightest touch. And he certainly wasn’t chasing after any Sun.

He’d earned his place, spent his life in the shadows and the black, giving his blood, sweat, and tears to serve a world that worshiped pretty wax boys and girls that shined in the Sun.

He wasn’t one of them. He never would be, but he could pretend. He’d run his hands through golden tresses, and give his pretty wax smiles, so that they would feel safe and good and warm in the light.

He was fine being the one to watch like a man in the Moon, surveying the night, so that come morning the Sun could shine. He’d found a sort of peace in it. The night was cold and dark and cruel, but the night was honest. The night was his.

The Sun shone like a spotlight, and as the puppet on the stage, he could do nothing but dance for an audience so insatiable, they were only driven away by the darkening sky. Only to come back the next day for a show they had seen a million times before.

He liked to fantasize about what would happen should the Sun forget to rise one day. Would he be free? Could he unfurl his wings, permanently stained with the blood of the monsters in the night, and fly to the Moon? The Moon didn’t burn; the Moon didn’t blind; the Moon didn’t lie. He quite liked the Moon.

But it was a fool’s dream. Like the little wax boy who thought he could touch the Sun. So he’d play his part, if only to live in the dream that the freedom of the night provided. He was fine being alone. He liked being alone. Until one day, he didn’t.

He’d met many like her; he was sure. Pretty little girls who ran from the Sun because the light was too bright, too blinding, too fake. They were always his favorite, at least for a night.

After all, hawks liked to play with their food, but once it was caught, once it had been devoured? Well, what use were there for bones picked free of flesh he’d already tasted? He plastered on a golden smile.

Now, he wasn’t used to rejection, but his ego could take the way her eyes narrowed, lips twisting in a way that could only be seen as bitter mistrust. He liked pretty little things, sure, but he also liked easy little things. He could take it. The seedy bar was filled with prey, who, while not as sweet, would surely sate his appetite. But then she said something,

“You smile like the Sun.”

His face was half turned away from her, already scouring for his next victim, but his eyebrows quirked in amusement, smile turning sharp and deadly. Got her. He turned to welcome his meal for the night, tongue flicking across razor sharp canines. But then,

“I hate it.” 

He blinked, eyes owlish and wide. And then he laughed. Loud and unreserved, his hand came to clutch his stomach; he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been caught off guard like this. He kind of liked it. 

He opened his mouth to respond; he thought to say something quick and witty back at her. If she wouldn’t spread her legs and warm his bed, she could at least stay and talk with him for a while. It was only fair.

But as he lowered his face back to hers, he caught sight of the mischievous smile that played at her lips, and all thought fled from his brain, blood rushing to color his cheeks. It was a lopsided grin that sparkled under the warm lights of the tavern. Like a Crescent Moon, he thought. He liked it.

“Would you like me to show you my real smile?”

He didn’t know why he was being so blunt, but he felt naked under the glow of her eyes. He wanted to test a theory; how much could she really see him?

“No.”

“No? Why’s that?”

“I don’t believe you have one.” 

He’d always known that the night was cruel, that the night was honest; everything was laid bare beneath the glimmer of the Moon.

Icarus really was an idiot. To chase the Sun, when the Moon was so much more raw, so much more beautiful. 

The Moon was in the shape of a woman, and her hips swayed from side to side as she walked away from him, a shimmering silhouette drowned out in the inkinesss of the black sky. He really did love the night.

He didn’t think he’d see her again, though he cherished the memory of her for weeks after their brief meeting. The sparkle of her smile, and the sway of her hips had provided him ample entertainment when he was left alone with only his thoughts and hands to satisfy. 

He didn’t believe in God, or fate, or wax winged fantasies. But damn if it wasn’t tempting when he caught sight of her, legs swinging off a too tall building, cigarette resting between what were undoubtedly soft lips.

He floated down with his blood red wings, and too bright smile, landing on the ledge beside her. She blew out a cloud of smoke in greeting, eyes trained forward--no, upward--glittering in the moonlight.

“You smile like the Moon. I love it.”

Cheesy, but he was sure it would get his point across. After all, it was almost like she had wanted him to find her, alone and vulnerable under the night sky, the sky he owned. She took another long drag of her cigarette, sighing out the smoke.

“Did you know that hawks are blind at night?”

She still wasn’t looking at him, almost as if she didn’t really believe he was there, like he was simply a figment of her imagination passing by in the night. Instead, her eyes scanned the stars. He found himself thinking that they belonged among them. He opened his mouth to respond, but she wasn’t quite finished,

“I think you’ve been dancing around in the night too long. Birdie should fly along home to his pretty blue sky, lest he want the shadows to swallow him whole.”

She spoke in riddles, like a long forgotten goddess come down to earth as an act of grace for creatures too small and too unworthy to truly know her, to truly understand. He realized that he’d gotten it wrong; she hadn’t run from the Sun. She was a creature born in the black of the night. The starlit sky was her home. 

This was fine. He was fine being unworthy. He could play the game; he was good at games, and a game with a goddess of the night was a game all the same.

“Hawks are predators, don’t you know? The shadows can try, but I’ve got my claws hooked to the Moon.”

“And where exactly do you plan on taking this Moon you’ve supposedly trapped in your claws?”

He couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his lips. The words that left her, poetry though they may be, revealed to him an altogether new, fascinating discovery. She could see right through him. He loved it. And, dare he say, a touch of morbid curiosity tinted her speech?

“Wherever she may want to go. After all, I’m nothing if not a generous suitor.”

“Tell me. How many suitors do you think the Moon had before men realized they couldn’t bring her down to Earth to fuck, and breed like cattle?”

There was finally an inch of emotion in her voice. Irritation colored the pretty words, and he found his smile growing. How humanizing it was. For a goddess to feel in the same way her creations did. The Moon may be cruel, but it was always honest. Whether or not it wanted to be.

“I assure you, I have no intention of stealing the Moon from her sky.” 

She looked at him now, but her eyes were sharp and cold. She’d dipped her toes in the pond of human insanity, and she’d grown bored with it, it seemed.

“I don’t believe you.”

She let her lit cigarette fall, eyes following the small glow as it disappeared into the inky black of the night. And then she stood, stretching her arms above her head. He caught a peek of lace as her shirt lifted, and swallowed as he felt his face heat.

And then she turned, back to the ledge of the roof, and smiled a smile too bitter for her pretty face. Where was that sparkling, lopsided, Crescent Moon grin? And then she leaned back, and fell.

He was on his feet quicker than he realized, blood red wings quick to puff out, and dive. But she was gone, melted into the tar of the starlit sky. How cruel the Moon was. To mock him, to prove just how out of reach she really was.

He wasn’t losing this game. The Moon was pretty, and the Moon was smart. But the Moon was not untouchable. And he had wings. He could fly. Fuck you, Icarus. His wings weren’t made of wax. 

He wouldn’t burn.

It was a while before he found her again, though not for a lack of trying. He’d done some digging as they played this game of cat and mouse. Hawks may be blind in the night, but spend enough time in the darkness, and the monsters you meet are sure to become your friends.

She lived in a place too run down, and too dangerous to be called a home. Though, with her ability to slip in and out of reach at the drop of a hat, she’d managed.

It was a fitting power, he thought. Many had tried to bring the Moon to Earth before, but she slipped through their fingers too easily. After all, she was a million miles away. That was fine. His wings were sharp and his wings were strong. He could fly a million miles, if she so pleased.

Though, she didn’t seem pleased to find him wandering underneath the same streetlights one night. She looked unimpressed when he assured her it was a simple coincidence. The Moon was smart. But she didn’t make an effort to disappear into the pitch black of the night; she must have wanted him to find her. 

How many times would she make him chase her? Did she think he’d grow tired? Hawks, as unwelcome as they seemed to be in the night sky, mated for life. And the Moon was immortal. He had the stamina.

“Icarus seems to be getting too close to the Sun, Birdie.”

He liked the pet name, but the comparison grated his nerves. But the Moon liked the peace, and the Moon liked the quiet. He wouldn’t disturb her; it was her night, after all. He huffed out a laugh too polished, but she chose to spare him the criticism.

“How lucky for me that the Moon seems to be hiding it from view.”

“If wax wings burn in the sunlight, what do you suppose happens to them in the moonlight?”

“Wax wings only exist in Greek tragedies, little Moon. I’m afraid reality is far less poetic.”

There was a beat of silence, an unreadable emotion crossed her face.

“How disappointing.”

She reached a finger forward, and a ripple danced through the inky night. She was done entertaining him for the night.

“What do you mean?”

He wanted to keep her there a while longer. He just needed to fly a bit closer, and he’d be there; he just barely started to feel the Moon’s glow; he didn’t want to lose it so quickly.

“It seems that hawks are blind in more ways than one.”

Her eyes, that shone like the brightest of stars, dimmed. A far away look washed over her face, seemingly entranced with galaxies far beyond their reach.

“Only those who read the story got to see Icarus fall. Only they got to understand. He didn’t. He just died.”

And she was gone.

He stayed under the streetlights for a while longer feeling strangely hollow, be it from her words, or her absence, he didn’t know.

No. The Moon was honest, but she wasn’t all knowing. She couldn’t see everything from where she hung in the sky. And his wings let him see the world.

Okay. He was done with this game. It was time to steal the Moon from her sky. The Moon was honest. The night was honest. He never said he was honest. But he didn’t want to burn; he needed a plan.

He loved the night, but he was loved in the daylight. Who would have known his role on the sunlit stage would do him any good? He’d too easily found the perfect little collar to trap his Moon. She wouldn’t be slipping away from him anytime soon.

He was ripping the Moon from the sky. She would surely leave a hole among the stars in her absence. He felt his chest bubble in manic glee.

Good. The night was his. The Moon was his. He’d worked so hard. He let the strings of his fate puppet him all his life. Wasn’t he entitled to some reward?

And she was the most lovely of prizes.

There was rarely a time she went to sleep before the sun started to peek through the horizon. He had to be quick, lest he want those pretty wax boys and girls who patrolled the daylight to catch him. To steal his Moon.

He hadn’t realized how careless she was, dancing with abandon under the multicolored lights of the bar, leaving her drink unattended at a corner table. Nevermind that, it was lucky for him. No matter how annoying it was to see her friends buzzing around her like moths to her flame. They served as a fine distraction. He’d have her to himself soon enough. Maybe he could make her dance for him.

He would have scolded her for the ease at which the monsters that go bump in the night would be able to climb through her window, but he supposed he was one of those monsters now. That was fine. He’d be a monster if it meant he could hold the Moon in his hands, and know that he was the only one allowed to feel her glow.

The silver collar reminded him of a wedding band as it clicked around her neck. How lucky for him she hadn’t noticed the unnatural bubbles that fizzed her drink not even an hour ago. Her head fell against his chest as he lifted her into his arms. Is this what it felt like to touch the Moon?

Okay, Icarus. He acquiesced. He understood. The feeling of her skin, soft as cotton, sent shivers down his spine. The peaceful look on her sleeping face only reinforced what he had already known. She was a Goddess. Blood red feathers puffed in excitement, and something a little more feral.

The golden glow that began to creep into the sky shook him from his thoughts. Wax wings couldn’t have carried him across the sky as quickly as he had been able to soar home. Wax wings wouldn’t have allowed him to cradle the Moon in his arms like the most precious of possessions, and spirit her away from that sky she loved so much.

But he supposed she hadn’t been entirely wrong as he set her down on satin sheets, that pretty wedding ring collar around her neck. Maybe the shadows of the night had swallowed him whole. That was fine. 

He’d been able to drag her with him into the abyss. She would have to share her moonlight with him now, lest she want to stumble blind and dumb through the dark the rest of her immortal life.

He knew she wasn’t really immortal, but the knowledge that she’d shine only for him until her last breath made him feel like forever was at his fingertips.

He sat, deep in thought, at the edge of the bed, eyes glued to his Moon. He wondered, when she opened those starlit eyes of hers, and found herself brought down to Earth, would she cry pretty, shooting star tears? Or would she look upon him with grateful awe, that he had been the one to finally touch her? To catch her.

And then, remembering her words, a more sadistic thought. He hadn’t brought her down to Earth to fuck and breed like cattle. He really hadn’t. Or not just to fuck and breed like cattle. His lips split in an insatiable grin, tongue flicking out to lick across too sharp fangs. That was simply a welcome bonus.

He’d never had anything to call his own his entire life. All the little wax boys and girls got to play in the Sun. They’d been able to enjoy the light. He’d never understood. The light had held him hostage, and used him to do its dirty work because it was too afraid of the dark to do it on its own. Fine. But if he had to be a slave to the light, he’d revel in the darkness.

He had the moonlight to guide him now.

He was surprised to find that there was a darkness that frightened even the Moon. But the pale horror that painted her face as she gazed upon him, hands clawing at the silver present at her neck could only be explained as suffocating fear.

"Don't be scared, little Moon. You'll be alright down here on Earth. Right here with me, where you belong."

He couldn’t wait to unwrap his present. But as he shed his clothes, and crept forward, and an ocean of tears fell from her glowing eyes, he found himself the slightest bit disappointed. He’d really hoped she’d be thanking him. She should be thanking him.

A spark of irritation lit in his chest. He’d played her game. And he’d won. It was only fair that he collected his prize. He’d flown so far to touch the Moon. The least she could do is lay back, and let his fingers explore.

Oh well. What was one more game?

He captured her hands in his claws, trapping beating fists in pretty silver bracelets laced to the bed frame. Shooting star tears streaked her cheeks as he shoved her into satin sheets. He brushed the wetness from her cheeks, but the rivers that streamed from her eyes were endless.

He felt like gloating to Gods that didn’t exist as he ripped at the pretty white lace that decorated her skin. Pretty white lace. The Moon really was pure, really was untouched.

Well, until now. Suck it, Icarus.

He crammed that pretty white lace that he’d dragged down her legs into her mouth. Screams didn’t suit the Moon’s pretty voice. Where had her riddles gone? He wrenched her thighs apart, and let his eyes explore. His claws slid down, sinking into plush skin, and his head dove between her legs. 

Thank you for the meal. The taste of her on his tongue was like nothing he’d ever known before. Ambrosia. She really was a Goddess.

His tongue explored inside her, and played with that pretty jewel between her legs until she began to tremble. She twisted, spitting the pretty lace out of her mouth, and with a voice breathy and shaking,

“Please.”

Like he said, he was nothing if not a generous suitor. He spelled his name with his tongue across her lower lips, and kissed at her sensitive bud.

Her thighs quivered, hands straining against those silver bracelets, as the most beautiful of moans left her mouth. Her back arched in a way that reminded him of that ethereal Crescent Moon.

He leaned back, wiping the dew from the wolfish grin on his face. He freed her hands, wanting to feel her sacred fingers roam his unworthy skin. Never mind how they pushed and scratched and hit, begging with each new mark they painted on his skin.

After all, where could the Moon go now that the sky was out of reach? He positioned himself at the heaven’s gate his tongue had just barely peeked through.

“You’ve been floating all on your own in the sky too long, little Moon. It seems the shadows have swallowed you.”

And he shoved himself inside.

Fuck.

He finally understood why men went to war, why men died for just a taste of elysium. He vaguely registered the broken pleas and cries that came from her lips, but he payed no mind to the words. The sounds that left her sent pleasure-filled shivers down his spine.

He thrust inside her with wild abandon as she bleated and whimpered, and knew that he had touched perfection. His wings, strong and sharp and bloody, were nothing but wax imitations to the real, raw beauty of the Moon.

He was no different than the little wax boy who thought he could touch the Sun. But this little wax boy had caught the Moon.

Pretty hands came to clutch at crimson feathers, fingers digging in to grasp on to some sense of reality. He realized he could answer her question now. As she tore the feathers from him in terrified, pleasured frenzy, he knew. 

Wax wings didn’t burn in the moonlight.

They bled.

[oh-my-damn]

Icarus I

A/N: Ninth installment in my James Mace-Verse.

Pairing: James Mace x Female Reader

Mace-verse Summary: Mace is the brooding, angry engineer onboard Icarus II. You’re the happy-go-lucky biologist, who just so happen to find him irresistible. Maybe it’s time you bring some sunshine into this broody engineer’s life.

Masterlist for James Mace

Word Count: 1800

Summary: When four of your crew mates embark onto the Icarus I, you could have never expected the outcome. 

The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics​​

You feel the entire ship move suddenly, a loud noise ripping through everything. 

“What’s happening?!” You ask as you sit in the control room, Kenada and Cassie quickly grabbing onto the controls to try and straighten the ship. 

“We don’t know! Icarus, stabilize us! What’s happening?!” Cassie yells as she moves the controls. 

“Airlock error,” Icarus says through the comms, “Connection failure.” 

“What?!” You yell, your eyes wide in panic as you watch the ship outside the window float further away from you, “What does that mean?!” 

“We have a major issue,” Cassie says over the comms, speaking to the others onboard Icarus I, “We are floating free from you. There’s been a breach.” 

You can feel the panic rising inside, your blood running cold as you watch the ship slowly drift further and further away. 

“What do we do?!” You yell, watching as Icarus I slowly moves backwards, away from you. 

“We can get closer, but we won’t be able to dock again, it’s not stable enough to make a proper connection,” Cassie says with worry in her voice.

You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, making you nauseous and dizzy as you process her words. 

You watch as the large ship drifts away slowly but steadily, detached from the one you’re currently on. 

This wasn’t supposed to happen, it was supposed to be easy. 

When Harvey first spotted Icarus I, floating around fairly close to your trajectory, you all agreed that even though the crew would be long gone by now, it would do more good than harm to try and dock it, check it out. 

Perhaps you would even be able to gain another payload, doubling your chances of success. 

But now you’re sitting here, watching as the ship slips away, holding four of your crew mates hostage in the process. 

And even though you love every single one of them, one of them holds your heart in the palm of his hand. One of them takes care of it in a way that no one else ever could. 

So you watch as Icarus I slowly drifts further away, taking your heart with it.

Taking Mace with it. 

“So they can’t get back onto the ship?” You whisper in terror, watching Icarus I with wide eyes. 

“I don’t know,” Cassie replies solemnly, her and Kenada working overtime to try and regain control. 

“Cassie!” 

You hear Mace’s voice through the comms and it makes your heart stop, but also beat faster, all at once. 

“Cassie, I’m going to need you to bring the ship closer to us, we have a plan!” 

“What?” Cory asks, frowning as she looks at the ship in front of you, “You have a major leak and the airlock is destroyed. What is your plan?”

“There’s one suit left,” Mace says, his voice lower now as he speaks, “Capa’s taking it. He’ll be able to reach you even with the distance.” 

This time, your heart actually stops. 

One suit. And Capa’s taking it. 

Not Mace. 

“No,” you whisper, shaking your head as you watch the scene in front of you with wide eyes, “No, no, no.” 

“Copy that, Mace,” Cassie responds quietly, “We can get within twenty feet of you. I hope that’s enough.” 

“It’ll have to do,” Mace responds, his words quiet. 

It feels like everything is happening in slow motion as you sit there in the control room, watching that giant ship as it floats further and further away, taking everything you care about, with it. 

Mace’s mind is blank while he helps Capa get into the space suit. 

It’s like he hasn’t fully realized what’s happening, or what it means, and maybe that’s for the best. 

Because he knows that if he takes even a second to think it over, he’ll realize that letting Capa take this suit means he’ll never get to see you again. 

And he’s not in the right state of mind to handle that thought right now. 

It’s too painful. 

He’s closing some of the back parts on the suit when Harvey storms into the room. 

“What’s going on?!”

“Airlock is damaged,” Mace replies quickly, “We have no way of reconnecting with Icarus II. There’s one suit left, Capa’s taking it.” 

He continues closing up the suit, ensuring that it’s on tight, when Harvey speaks again. 

“Why Capa?”

Mace glances at him, his tone stern as he says, “The rest of us are lower priority.” 

“I’m not low priority!” Harvey yells, “I’m second in command!”

“You’re a communications officer on a ship that currently has no means of communication, Harvey,” Mace replies quickly, “And we already have a Captain.” 

“No!” Harvey yells, walking closer until he’s standing right in front of Capa, “Capa, I order you to take that suit off. Now!” 

“Harvey!” Mace yells, glaring at him from where he’s standing behind Capa, “Capa is the only one besides Icarus who can deploy the payload! He is more important!” 

“No!” Harvey yells again, “I have a family to get home to!” 

That makes Mace see red. Suddenly, the emotions that he was trying to keep at bay bubbles through him, and he can no longer hide what he feels inside. 

That terror that’s running through him like a poison, slowly killing him. It all reaches the surface at Harvey’s words. 

“You think you’re the only one who has people they want to get back to?! We all do! In fact, I have one, on board that ship right now,” he yells, pointing towards Icarus II, “And you don’t see me bitching about it! So shut the hell up and help us prepare the damn suit!” 

There’s quiet for a moment as Harvey looks around, first at Mace, then at Capa and eventually Searle. 

“There has to be another way,” Harvey says, his tone more reasonable now, “There must be a way.. This can’t be the end, it just can’t be..” 

Mace can feel the blood pumping through his veins, the adrenaline rushing through him. He wants there to be another way, too, of course he does. 

He needs to get back to you. 

He looks around, his eyes quickly darting around the room as realization suddenly dawns on him. 

“There might actually be one.. But it’s a long-shot.”  

“Cassie!”

When you hear Maces voice over the comms again it’s like your heart leaps into your throat. 

His tone sounds different, more hopeful than before, and you want to cling to that hope desperately. 

“The airlock can’t depressurize, which means it will shoot Capa right out once we open that door. Correct?” 

“Yes,” Cassie says, “That would be correct.”

“Okay, well, when he does.. We’re coming with him.” 

“Without suits?” Kenada urgently asks, “It’s minus 270 degrees celcius out there.”

“Yeah, I know,” Mace says, “But I think I have a way to make it work. Just make sure you’re ready for us, we’re going to need help once inside. Just get as close to us as possible - and keep it steady once you do. We’ll be blasting towards you quickly and without any means of stabilizing our direction.” 

“Got it,” Cassie says, quickly pressing on the buttons on the control panel, “I’ll get as close as I can.”

“Thanks,” Mace quickly says and it sounds like he’s about to disconnect, but then he speaks again, “Hey.. Sunshine? You there?” 

Your ears perk up at the sound of your nickname and you take a few quick steps closer before you reply, your voice low and a little sad as you speak, “Yeah, I’m here, Mace..” 

“I’m coming back to you,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice, “I swear, I’m coming back. You won’t even notice I was gone.” 

That brings a small smile to your lips and you nod slowly as you reply, “I believe you. And once you’re back, I’m not letting you out of my sight again. I hope you’re good with that.”

“Sounds perfect,” he says with a chuckle, “I’ll see you soon.” 

Then he disconnects and you feel your cheeks heating up once you notice your crewmates eyes on you. 

“Who would have thought fly-boy could be so... Sweet,” Cory says quietly as she watches your expression. 

You glance at her with a strained smile before turning your attention back to the ship ahead of you, still floating away. 

“He is very sweet. So please help me get him back..” 

“On it.” Cassie replies before she starts directing Icarus on where to go. 

You’re standing on the other side of the door to the airlock, watching as Capa bursts towards it, the others holding on for dear life. 

When they get to the opening, you watch as one of them breaks loose at the impact, and right as your breath hitches in terror, you watch as Capa quickly reaches out, grabbing the person before he tosses them inside. 

You exhale a huge sigh of relief when you watch all four of them arrive in the lock, raised in the air and then dropped harshly on the ground during decontamination. 

As soon as the doors open, you rush to their aid, Cory, Cassie, Kenada and Trey following closely behind you. 

You all scatter, running up to one of them each, and you know exactly who you’re going for when you hear the familiar sound of his painful groans. 

You’ve heard him get hurt too many times not to recognize that sound. 

You run up to him quickly, medical gear in hand, and as soon as you reach him you cover him with a blanket and bring out the heating liquid. 

“Mace, you’re okay! You’re okay!” You hurriedly say as you wrap him in the blanket. The sound he makes is a mix between a broken sob and a whimper when he brings his hand out to you, and you quickly notice the skin looking blue and damaged from the cold. 

You react within seconds, using the heating liquid on him as you repeat your words, “You’re okay, you’re okay,” over and over. 

He sighs in relief when he feels the heat run through his body, and it’s not until after a few minutes that the pain subsides and he finally has time to focus. 

His eyes lock on your face, his breathing still quick and shallow as he looks you over, but his lips lift into a smile as he says, “Told you I’d come back. Can’t get rid of me that easily.” 

You want to cry as you look at him, but you manage to return his smile before you quickly lean down to plant a gentle kiss on his lips. 

He reciprocates it, smiling into the kiss, and you lean back only enough for you to whisper, “Asshole. You’re never leaving me again, you hear me?” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

[wrenqueenisboss]

Sun Over the Hill - c!wilbur x gn!reader

warnings: angst, death, grief pronouns: you/yours words: 292 summary: c!wilbur poetic angst pog???

—-—

Everyone knows that Wilbur loves the sun. Everyone knows to leave the man be as he watches the sun rise over the the hill. Knows not to talk to him as he watches the sun set over the lake.

They say he understands the beauty of life. That he knows to stop and smell the roses. They say he is a man wise and poetic beyond his years. Some joke that he’s in love with the sun.

Wilbur isn’t in love with the sun. But he was in love with you.

He loved the way the light lived in your eyes. The way love called your heart its home. You had the voice of an angel. And he had fallen for you.

But mortals are not supposed to fall for angels.

And so you were felled.

Wilbur held you close, that day, as he screamed his grief to the sky. As if that would bring you back. His angel.

He thought his heart was getting ripped out of his chest, as he buried you on the hill.

Wilbur sits on the edge of the wall early every morning. He watches the sun rise from its home behind the hill. Your hill.

He returns in the evening, turned around to face the lake. He thinks in his head, every sunset, what he wishes he could tell you.

With a heart too hopeful for this cruel world, he sends his message off with the sun. He pretends you receive his messages every sunrise.

Everyone knows to leave Wilbur alone when he watches the sun. Love and loss in his brown eyes. They gossip and whisper. Trade jokes of his love for the sun. They call him crazy, a fool.

They should call him Icarus.

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Branzy hated traps.

Ironic, wasn’t it, for a guy whose whole thing was traps. But while Branzy liked trapping others, he hated being trapped.

Sensible, right? Of course anyone would dislike being tricked or killed! But for Branzy, it was a thousand times worse. And it was all thanks to one prank. 

Obsidian boxes. Branzy’s second-worst fear (after Clownpierce, of course). He’d been obsidian box trapped three times now, and this time was by far the worst. Solid zero out of five stars, in Branzy’s humble opinion.

There was black all around him. Not the comforting black of Clown’s mask or the gentle darkness of nights spent with his love. The cold, unfriendly black tinged with purple of the merciless Void, in one block. Obsidian. Awful block, really.

He barely had room to stand up, and if he tried to move around he would only hit the hard walls of the box. He was trapped, like before, and he knew what that meant-

“Hello, Branzy.”

Subz stood in front of him, a smug, unempathetic smirk on his face as he welcomed Branzy- his hostage, his victim.

“Uhm- why a-am I in here? I h-haven’t done anything!” Branzy stalled, voice rising in terror. He wasn’t- scared (not scared, no. He was terrified).

He was here for something he hadn’t done. He was here because of what Clown had done- he was bright-eyed and eager Icarus flown too close to the deadly red Sun, falling down, down, down beneath Subz’s cruel blade.

“For a notorious trap expert, you’re surprisingly easy to trap,” came the amused reply. As if Branzy was nothing to them (he probably was, but that was besides the point). He’d been an idiot- he’d messed up and it was costing him. 

Easier to trap than Clown. That was why he’d been chosen. Unable to fight back. Weak. Ridiculed. And he could do nothing to prove them wrong.

He heard the far-too-familiar clank of metal against armor and screamed. Am overreaction? Not here, where it was akin to death.

The axe clanged against the obsidian with a loud thunk as Branzy scrambled backwards in terror. How it had missed, Branzy didn’t know, but he knew it wouldn’t miss again.

Branzy backed as far as he could into the corner, as small as he could make himself. He was going to die. He was going to be killed, again and again, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

An axe to the skull. A stab to the chest, breath slipping away from him, unable to breathe. Metal stuck in his leg, splintered bone stabbing him a million times over. A cut to the side, hot blood pouring out of his body.

The sword (axe) came towards him and he f l i n c h e d away from it. Pain erupted from his (side lungs head leg) stomach and he let out a cry no one would listen to.

The void’s cold touch welcomed him yet again.

Branzy was trapped. Branzy was dying. And there was nothing he could do but scream.

Well well well.

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Nice gender you got there....sure would be a shame if something were to happen to it :)

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What is going to happen to my gender!?!

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BITING YOU

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No because Portal isnt about secret love or the horrors of humanity and unchecked progress or whatever its about a place built on apathy crumbling in on itself and years later you wake up in its ruins in its terrible glory, On the pedestal, these words that yet appear, about ozymandias and icarus and the strive for more killing them all. A haunted place that hates you, hates your existence, seven zeitgeists of itself stacked upon each other, foundation upon foundation rotting and rotting and full of- well, not death, but the complete and utter absence of life where there used to be

And above, an everchanging grand machination of not apathy or hatred, but emotion- a need to get out, a need to live, feel, exist. Life exists here in all forms despite the places best efforts, struggling against the foundations of the place, daring to change it and rise beyond it. It is about life, trapped by the consequences of its choices centuries previous, breaking finally free from the apathy and absence of its foundations, picking fights and making mistakes and ultimately coming out the better for it. In other words, it is absence vs everything, life opposed to unlife, stasis opposed to unfiltered change

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C!tommy (chommy, if you will) used to be about hope, I've realized. Its nothing new that he represents hope, represents a bright light in the face of whatever conflict comes, whether or not he's on the other side of the war. But its new to me that he isn't about hope any longer. Now, he's only trying to survive. He isn't reconnecting sides, he isn't retaining friendships despite it all, he isn't forgiving because he think it's right.

Hes just grasping at what used to be, at this point. And its miserable, and its all he can do. He'd been hope for so long, and now he can't be it anymore. I wonder if that will change, sooner or later. I wonder what it will change into.

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➷Icarus

Pairings: Dabi/ Reader, Hawks/reader

Tags: pirate au, mermaid!reader, human!griffin!Hawks, pirate!dabi, angst, lots of it<3

Summary: set in an early 1700s au, during a time where Pirates have began taking over the seas and for runaway prince Touya, piracy is the only escape. But after the most unexpected event, his life takes a completely different turn.

Are y'all proud of me? Look at me! I made an edit, AN ACTUAL EDIT. okay quick thing to say before I hop into this is that I absolutely love this with all my heart. Writing it is my therapy, I hope anyone reading finds joy in this. Stay tuned for the next parts.

The first intake of air that enters your lungs feels like poison.

Sweet, mellow, nectar like poison is what you think of it nonetheless, especially if it's the only price you have to pay to bat your eyes to the aqua color of the sky. Today in particular the sun is too bright, too hot, to proud to shine over the little specs of clouds that dare litter that eternally beautiful azure canvas.

You can literally feel the river of tears that begs to stream down your eyes. Your hair is sticking to your skin annoyingly, but you don't dare brush it off, the little pools of seaweed that you've used to accessory yourself with are ghosting around you, spreading and straying away as you shift to your back.

As you lay on your back, letting the water push you to the surface, your ears are happily halfway submerged to the water, the tickling sensation soothing you just enough. Your (s/c) tail lays flat on the surface, halfway submerged much like the rest of your body. You bend it slightly to the side, flapping your tailfin onto the surface softly. Sprinkles of water splash over your torso, eager to finally find their way back into the water, like a fished out fish, racing in a match against time and the vaporising power of the burning sun.

Absurdly you float, feeling your body spinning and twirling as the tides swiped you from place to place. The dazzling sparkles of light that shine onto the water are magnetizing your gaze, pleading with you to fixated them with a look as the sun slowly travels its path to what seems as a few inches away from its previous spot, to you at least.

Your hand shoots up, right above your head, idling between you and your view of the enormous, bright star, as your long fingers spread you take a peak through the fishy fins that join them together. There's a deliberately feeling of malice and loath as you look at them -you've planted the seed of hatred towards the feature, not so long ago- and the slight undertones of your sheer and much illuminated skin looking fins stretch under your brain's command. You've never thought about it beforehand to this, but they hurt when you spread them, kind of like reminding you that there's a limit to what you're vulnerable or not.

At least the skin on his palm, the skin between his fingers isn't joined like yours.

Ironically, it gives you a sense of freedom.

You've only seen him on his ship. Once. But that doesn't stop you from having a painted image of him in the back of your head.

He's a timid buccaneer with a long ultramarine cloak, dreamy cerulean eyes, raven locks so unkept under the loops of his low ponytail and a barbaric lust to cause chaos. In other words, the Captain of a pirate ship.

That's all you need to know to be fascinated with him. You never heard his name, you never heard anyone speaking directly to him, all you had was a moment in which you exchanged looks, you with your pruned up fear of humans and him with big, bounty charged eagerness to spare you.

Maybe that was what had fascinated you about him in the first place. No other pirate had ever spared a mermaid with such light heartedness and a weird bubbly feeling in your chest had foamed its way into your heart ever since.

It's only when you feel you're disassociating out of this hybrid body that an all familiar trill filled your water muffled ears. That was your cue to swim to the shore.

With one deep breath of the surface air you submerged your form into the water, wobbling your tail around to cure any drizzling numbness that could occur were you to simply swim right on the spot. Your hands sway over your face and spread into half circular motions as you flap your fins and tail prominently, rising your body just under the surface.

You only open your eyes when you feel like your bird friend is close enough above the surface. And when you lock eyes with his golden orbs you notice the sly smirk that paints his whole face.

"Race you to the shore?"

Knowing full well that he can't hear your voice from the surface you nod sharply and only once, signaling your acceptance of his challenge. Ruby red wings flap hurriedly from his back, rustling the waters underneath him. You only grunt, because it's unacceptable that he believed he could throw you off track by doing the minimal damage to your surrounding environment.

Even for someone as fast as Keigo though, it's hard time mess up with the tides, even harder to compete with one if the most excellent swimmers, a merfolk.

Your tails flaps dangerously, torpeding your body forward and into a tube of salty bubbles as you swirl all around while swimming. Your eyes are fixated on Keigo, watching his every move as you shift through currents, the fins of your tail occasionally scraping over slack rocks ever so slightly. Your heart is pumping in your chest as you watch Keigo flap his wings again, you spare him a grin that mimicks his own and he raises an eye brow at you, extending an arm and taking his body just a foot more above the surface of the water.

His hand submerges into the water, startling you enough to make you widen your eyes at the sight of it. Little trails of his speed form in white foam behind his hand as he moves forward but you notice how the flat of his palm comes to scoop over the back of your head.

Like hell you're going to let him win this tim-

Your whole body is shaken suddenly as you are guided to the left, then to the right, your eyes squinting shut everytime your tail painfully bumps into the thin distances between the sharp, spike mounds of rocks you had failed to notice.

"Easy there, you don't have to rip your skull open to keep up with the fastest bird alive."

Keigo smiles at you and wiggles his eyebrow to your direction more than twice. It pokes your ego slightly. This playful comment nudges with your merfolk pride and the raptor seems to enjoy it, it seems like it's funny to him to mess with the way you swim when you can't exactly do the same for him up in the air.

And it's only when his hands wrap around you leisurely through the water, seemingly avoiding to actually touch you, but only interested in the intention to cage you that you pout and close your eyes, ready to flap your fins once more. That's the only advantage you need to outsmart him and out speed him.

Nevertheless, before you even manage to execute the first flap to your master plan, Keigo is quick to lock his hands around you, on you. He's even quicker to pull you over the surface.

"That's not fair!" You squeal.

"Isn't it?" The blond chuckles "I thought that you would like to come in tie with me for once"

"You're-"

"Insufferable?"

You laugh at him feverishly, as thin salty bubbles form in the pits of your chest. The soft exhale that travels out of your nostrils is a hot puff of air against Keigo's wet, naked chest, but instead of wincing to the tingling feeling, you feel the pleasant hum of a chuckle vibrate from his chest to yours.

"More or less"

It comes out as a soft coo, another huff of air against his chest though this time it's impossible not to feel how your skin feels against his. But that's just you, you remind yourself. From your point of view, you eye across his chest, careful not to let your face touch him, but your fins are beginning to betray you, perking up furiously.

Keigo seems to notice the way you shift against his grip, but he doesn't cease with his smile. It's only when he lowers you far away from his body though still keeping you in his grip that you see a fragment of his expression slip into what could be seen as sorrow.

"You merfolk could never convince me you're superior beings, you almost crushed against rocks" Keigo laughs.

Surprisingly, this time your chest doesn't feel heavy.

Instinctively you let your whole weight fall on his arms -what are you to a supernaturally strong griffin anyway. You hang your hands on both sides on your body, bobbing your fingertips right onto the surface, dipping them inches into the warm body of water.

"Sorry, your only obstacles seem to be puffy clouds huh?" Your sarcasm is lost in the grander scheme if the smoothness of your voice.

"You could never outrun me, let that sink in" He says, kidding with his head to the shore "where do I drop you?"

"Here's good, the sunset's nice from here" You reply "and yes, I can outrun you that's why I was so feverish about it."

The monotony in your statement is in contrast to its context and Keigo raises a brow at you, though it quickly drops as you manage to miss it. It's too eerie, too complex for his own good to pry into the feeling he's getting from your behavior, but if he were allowed to, he'd talk about how you don't seem to be your usual self.

With a swift flap of his wings he lowers himself into the water, his lungs filled with as oxygen as hes believed he needs from only a second ago. His hands come loose once the sheer liquid engulfs him; he feels how your fins tap against the feet, tickling him to the touch as the moisture softens them up again.

He wonders, if that's how soft his feathers feel to others.

His eyes don't open in the water, more likely because he's diving for the split of a second. It doesn't feel like a life time, just like any other time hes felt time pass by when diving, but he's putting that on you. He won't admit aloud, but his heartstrings pull slightly at the thought of you rooting yourself into him.

At least that's how he feels. And his smile widens when you pop your head out of the water you and shoot him a glare of your most glistening eyes with your lips pressed together in a thin line. He flies lower, with the intention of landing and flips his body so that his legs are facing the sand underneath him.

"Ah, today's nice." He sighs the moment he lies on his side, his elbow popping just in place for his hand to cup his face.

"It is, isn't it?"

Keigo smiles but a hollowing heat spreads to his chest, it's though as he can feel the bones underneath the layers of his own skin. It's his choice to ignore the feeling, rather, he coos a little over to your side, spreading a wing to your side. Red feathers splash happily into the water as they submerge, causing him to scrunch his nose pleasantly to the feeling.

"Keigo"

His feathers perk at the sound of his name, little, ruby feathers spike to his heart's commands. Tenderly your hand shoots to the sharp edge of his left wing, brushing down a few of the stray hawk downs.

He twitches to the touch; with legs that turn stiff as the slim looking black claws of his toes pop, his body shudders the peculiar affection. Keigo isn't used to being touched in the way merfolk get all tacky with each other. Griffin hybrids aren't as sleek and affectionate with their younglings, rather, being physical is discouraged.

"Mmhm?"

The way he coos against you like a little chick though, can't be discouraged by anyone other than you. As more feathers wrap around you, shielding your exposed scaly body from the scorching of the sun. The talons of his hands reach out to caress the hair above your ear, running some strands through his fingers.

You don't dare speak yet. There's a blasting of emotions that's happening inside your chest that your lungs can't respond to. It's only that, your face is so close to his, your nose almost in sync with his. But his eyes didn't look at you in a way that had once seeked.

Heavy chest and a quivering breath, even underwater. That's all the Keigo ever gave you. With his charms, and the perky feathers on his chest and hands that cooked everytime you were close. The pluming wings on his back that reaped the skies in a single flap; a creature worth of a mermaid's love was either worthy or atrociously mischievous, wasn't that the old saying?

And there was a time where you had been in love with him. A time where you had thought that mating for life with the griffin would be the right for you. Many merfolk had swam the path before, many had contributed to the birth of those atrocious, deadly sirens as a species, but at a time, the thought of your own little siren with Keigo sounded like a fairytail.

And that was all it was. Keigo had his eyes on a fairy, then on a raven griffin from his friend's flock.

If Keigo knew of all the hot tears you'd shed first him in the past, would he have sought to mate with you?

Well now you didn't care.

You didn't care about the world of creatures ever since that day.

"Keigo-"

"Y/n-"

You speak simultaneously, almost letting out the hazardous intentions of your statements overlap each other. It only makes you want to giggle though, as much as Keigo seems to want to sit back and wait for you to speak, the sheer profanity that lays beneath what you're planning to ask is coiling the blood in your heart in the most endearing way.

"Can I go first?" You ask and Keigo nods into your eyes.

His golden orbs dont leave yours, not even for a second.

"Is walking hard?"

Keigo's first response is to cock an eyebrow at you. It seems like such a silly, innocent question to which he can't give a definite answer, still the little smile that creeps to the corner of your lips is convincing enough for him to think of one

"Huh?" He laughs as well but this time, his hand comes to rest leisurely over your cheek.

You share a look in silence. The pointy tips of his talons are merely touching your skin in small places, while he scratches tenderly around your skin. Your faces are only inches apart and although it should hurt that he's only a ghostly breath away, your heart stutters at the thought of you learning more about walking.

"I'd like to walk"

In your excited state, you miss the way Keigo snuggles his nose right next to yours, unbeknownst to you, you deny the way his lips beg to clash with yours.

"Keigoo, tell me!"

Keigo seems to sigh a little over his own breath. The little nibble on his heart is quick and gone before he gets the chance to even feel it, so he doesn't blame it on the lack of the contact he had sought for.

"It's like," He pinches his nose "I guess it's like standing but with motion, like when you grab into a rock and pull your body around it?"

"Do I grab on rocks?"

"No, you just stand on your feet. And move them like so."

"Interesting"

Keigo scratches the coarse hair on his chin, puckering his lips to the side of his face as he's trying to think. As if he's trying to out the pieces together.

"And is it hard to learn how to walk?"

"Well I'll tell you if you tell me why you're so interested in learning all these stuff!" His claw soughs slightly onto the sight of your face, forcing you to face him once again.

He's never seen you express concern about this particular subject. But as he guesses, most mermaids do from time to time.

Nonetheless, now is his chance to spurt out what he wishes to say, now that his nose is on yours again. Now that your lips as ghosting over his again, now that your palm reaches slowly for the harsh flex of his bicep.

"I-"

But once again he's cut off.

"It's for a friend. She saw this pirate the other day."

The words that slip so reluctantly off your mouth finally manage to peak Keigo's interest in what you're trying to say. The mere hesitation in your struggling voice is accompanied by the twirling of your tail around his legs. It's a struggle to get as comfortable as before, but Keigo gladly ignores anything that doesn't involve staring in your eyes.

"Tell your friend" Keigo pauses. His wings push you onto him further, trying to coo you in his consultations "a pirate isn't worth her tail."

"But why" You mutter against him.

An atrocious feeling in his gut spurs the moment you let the palm of your hand slip down and splash onto the water. The silent act of giving u accompanied by you hanging your head an inch lower, just so that your lips miss contact by what can only seen like a huge gap. To him.

"They're sick, and they're thieves and they murder creatures for bounty"

"They do?" You ask, terrified

"They tie them to their ships, they shoot them, anything to carry them back to their orm and sell them for money. Tokoyami barely escaped them."

"How will they know I'm a creature if I have legs"

Keigo sighs. The memory is enough to send chills down his spine and cause the feathers on his hands and feet to spurt absurd and proudly. Whoever this friend of yours is, they're out of their mind.

There have been merfolk who have rejected their nature throughout their centuries to nest with humans, only to grow sorrowful in their regrets that they chose to live such mundane, mortal lives. To want to be with a pirate, the worst of the worst, someone who could only die in a few years of being on a ship, was like disgracing the creature world.

Wait- he heard right didn't he?

"You?"

[heartslogos]

mafia rewrite - the prince 2

“A shit, you brought the little prince.” The Black Mask visibly deflates. “Damn. I’d say that makes things harder, but what’s one more fucked up challenge on top of another? Don’t draw on me. I’m here to negotiate.”

“The little prince,” Jason repeats mockingly. “Jesus, you’re spoiled.”

Damian ignores Jason in favor of waving an imperious hand around the empty building lobby they’re in. “Warren.”

“Right. Any good businessman would want to see the goods before entering talks.” Mask waves his hand lazily and two of his goons peel off to fetch Warren from wherever they’ve hidden him. "I want to say it now. I didn’t have fuck all shit to do with this. Warren approached me for a loan and I gave it to him. He’s been paying the installments with the interest — steep, mind you. I gave him a steep rate. The two bit slipshod upstart piece of shit’s always been an embarrassment. Now, would I be lying if I said that I gave him the loan hoping he’d somehow piss you off and get you to whack the bastard for me? Yeah. But fuck. Didn’t think he’d have the balls to do a hit on Tim Drake. I mean. After the last guy who pulled it? You’d have to be a Luthor to think you could get away with that. And with this complexion? I’d look like a swollen grape.”

Damian’s face remains impassive and neutral as he stares ahead, waiting for Warren to be dragged out.

“Sionis, you rotten piece of garbage,” Jason says, “Of all the people to somehow survive being shot point blank it had to be you. The goddamned devil didn’t want any of your bullshit and he sent you back for the rest of us to deal with.”

“Death’s a condition that gets better with time, oh wonderful kettle,” Black Mask retorts. “Besides, what’s worse punishment than having to come back to crawl on my hands and knees to pay my dues to the Wayne family of Gotham? Fuck, I should’ve packed and left for easier pickings. I’m too attached to this shit hole.”

Jason puts his hands up, "Yeah. Fair’s fair. But there’s a difference between you puling a miracle recovery and me pulling it.”

“Yeah, what’s that Hood?”

“I’m a goddamn Wayne.”

Everyone’s heads turn as the sounds of muffled squirming starts to echo from the other side of the lobby.

Warren, the Great White Shark, himself is bound onto a utility dolly by several thick leather straps around his chest, elbows, thighs, shins, ankles, and neck.

“See the fucker chew his way outta that,” Mask muses as his men wheel Warren into the cavernous space between himself and the Waynes. “I’ve even had him muzzled for ease of handling. I could have him sedated if you want.”

“Being awful generous tonight, aren’t you?”

“I’ll admit that Warren is my fuck up,” Mask says, hands raised. “And you’d have found that out easy. Mea culpa. I’m owning up to my fuck up like a responsible adult. So. Can we talk terms?”

“You want to talk terms after you gave Warren enough money to organized that kind of blow out gunfight across a third of Gotham in broad daylight?” Jason rolls his shoulders, restless as he cracks his neck. “I’m going to rip that thing off of your face and beat you to your second death with it. The devil won’t even think about sending you back when I send you to him as pulp.”

“We’re taking Warren and I’m going to send you a renegotiated contract,” Damian says, checking his watch. “I’m increasing the cut we’re taking, you’re going to increase the amount you pay for the lease on your properties, and your warehouse space at the port is going to be reduced by a third until I say so.” Damian pauses. “I’ll also be replacing your CFO and all the lawyers you have on retainer with my own people.”

Mask gapes. “You’re gutting Janus?”

“You can keep Janus,” Damian’s eyebrows raise as Jason bursts out laughing, clutching his sides as he throws his head back. “It’s a pittance at best. What would we do with it? No, I’m talking about your real businesses. Also I’ll be taking the original records of all of your books of business. You will not be getting them back. Your funds are now ours until I see fit to return them. If you’re going to be giving out such irresponsible loans I don’t think you quite deserve them.”

“That’s too far, Wayne,” Mask says. “I’m offering you Warren. I’ve fessed up. I’ll help you find all the other guys. I can concede the warehouse space and the pay cuts and the increased lease. But you getting your hands into my businesses and replacing my people is too far. I don’t agree to those terms.”

Damian reaches into his coat and pulls out a slender rod. With a flick of his wrist it extends about another foot and crackles to life.

Jason whistles. “That’s a new one. Did your birthday come early? Shit. Missed it again.”

“Did you think you were the only one with a monopoly on testing out Drake’s latest instruments?” Damian asks wryly.

“And here I thought you said instruments of blunt impact were for the lesser persons,” Jason teases.

“Don’t be ridiculous. Any tool can be suitably noble enough in the right hands,” Damian lifts his chin as he advances across the lobby space. “Even something as crude as a stick.”

“Call Drake’s shit a stick to his face as soon as he’s lucid again, I dare you,” Jason says, cracking his knuckles as he follows after his younger brother.

“Ah, fuck, fuck,” Mask curses under his breath and then waves at Warren. “Look at what you’ve fucking done now, you pathetic — fine! Take him! I’ll sign the goddam contract. I’ll give you the books. Fuck! The building’s new, I just had the lobby fixed after the last time you lot came in here and decided to throw hands.”

Damian doesn’t smile as he flicks the stun baton off and collapses it again.

“Doing business with you is always an annoyance, Roman,” Damian says, “And the next time I have to come here I’m not going to be as understanding as I am now. I’ll be sending the Queen after you. She’s wanted to add you back to her collection for years.”

Mask stiffens, for once unable to come back with a witty rejoinder. He just glares at Damian, eyes burning out of the depths of their shadowed recesses.

Damian gestures for his people to take Warren. “Send Warren to the Queen. We’ll deal with him later. Let her know she can do as she pleases as long as he retains enough faculties to talk when we send for him.”

“You don’t want to keep him in house?” Jason asks, hands in his pockets as he stalks back towards the exit.  “We’ll owe her a favor.”

“No. Quinzel has a soft spot for Drake, she’ll do this one free,” Damian replies. “Besides, she’s never liked Roman or any of the ones who’ve used the Black Mask monicker over the years. And I’m sure that Warren’s made enough enemies with those under her care that most would appreciate a chance at him.”

Jason turns towards the car that’s being prepped to take Warren.

“Tell Quinzel that we don’t want Crane going near him,” Jason says. “We don’t need Warren hopped up on psychedelics or in the middle of a crash. We’re not going to be giving her enough time to play with him like that.” Jason turns to his own people. “Alright, call it in for the night. I’m not satisfied, but I gotta head back in or the old man’s gonna brood so hard over Drake’s unconscious body the man might just croak from the pressure of it.”

“Colorful,” Damian muses, “The rest of the night is Cain’s and Grayson’s, then.”

“You’re calling it quits already? I was joking about the curfew.”

Damian shakes his head. “As Drake is out of commission I’ll be taking up his duties. I need to go back to his house to collect the materials necessary and get a grasp on his operations.”

“I’ll go with you,” Jason says immediately, slinging an arm around Damian’s shoulder, “With our luck as soon as he peeled outta the garage he armed the entire place to explode. We’ve got enough Wayne’s in the hospital for one night.”

“And you think you being there will solve that somehow, Todd?”

Jason taps his helmet where his temple would be. “I know how that twisted up nerd thinks. If he’s put up traps I’ll know what to look for.”

“Or maybe you won’t, because he’d have anticipated that and trapped it specifically against you.”

Jason gasps, mock hurt as he puts a hand to his chest. “Against me? His favorite guinea pig? Not a chance.”